Adrian's Wrath(37)
“When you are well loved you have this glow to you. It’s quite irresistible.” Adrian lay on his belly, his face toward hers, his eyes partially open. Sweat also glistened off of his body, and she was happy to announce he, too, wore a stupid grin. The sliding door was slightly open and the breeze from the ocean blew into the room, shifting the sheer curtains so they danced seductively.
“I wish we could just stay here and not worry about life,” she said as she shifted to lie on her side and look at him. “We could just lie in bed all day naked.”
His groan was satisfying. “Sweetheart, you’ll be the death of me.” He tackled her, covering her body with his and kissing her. “I thought you had worn me out, but…” The hard length of his erection prodded her belly and a cry of need left her. “Like I said. You’ll most definitely be the death of me.” He curved his pelvis into her. “But what a way to die.”
* * * *
Adrian had just dropped her off at her house and she tossed her overnight bag on the bench by the door. She took a minute to just take a deep breath and savor the foreign feelings running inside of her. Happiness wasn’t a common emotion that she was familiar with, but she was finding that the more time she spent with Adrian the more her happiness grew.
The steady beep of the alarm system informed her that she needed to quit daydreaming and reset the alarm. She couldn’t let her routine falter. Not now. She checked the bag under the bench, and when she was satisfied with its contents, she went into the bathroom to get cleaned up for her shift tonight.
The water heated quickly and she stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the hot spray. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the water sliding over her body. It felt so good, but not as good as Adrian’s hands on her. Just picturing what they had done in the hotel room, then in the cave, and then again in their room, several times, had her pussy throbbing in remembrance. He was big and thick, and when he moved inside of her with sure, steady strokes, he brought her to incredible heights.
The tile was cool against her forehead when she leaned against it, trying to quell the rising of her arousal. She knew it would only rise when she got to work, seeing as Adrian was fighting tonight. His body, thick with muscles and power, would be sweaty and glistening under the florescent lights of the cage.
“God, how am I ever going to leave him?”
* * * *
A fist connected with the side of his jaw and pain exploded in his head. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and Adrian turned his head to the side, spitting it out and then grinning when the white mat became crimson. It had been a while since a fighter had landed a blow to him, but this asshole was holding his own.
“I’ve been waiting for this fight for a very long time.”
His opponent had a Brooklyn accent. He was a bulky motherfucker, with barely a neck on his shoulders, and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times. This guy was a street fighter, one that knew his way around a good alley scrap with brass knuckles and head butts.
“Hope I’m not disappointing.” Adrian dodged another hit and kicked his leg out, causing the guy to fall backward, his head slamming into the mat. A dazed expression passed across his face before he shook his head and stood again. He charged Adrian, using all of his brute strength to slam him against the fencing that surrounded the octagon. They grappled for supremacy, and his opponent went for a chokehold. A meaty forearm pressed against his throat, momentarily cutting off his airway. Adrian head-butted him, hearing bone slam against bone, and then hearing the gruff roar of his opponent right before he stumbled back and gripped his head. Adrian didn’t waste any time. Using the distraction, he sucked in air and charged forward. The two fighters fell to the ground, arms and legs a tangle of muscle until Adrian had the upper hand. He hauled the guy up to his feet, reared his arm back, and punched him in the jaw once, twice, and on the third time the fighter’s eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground.
He took a step back, breathing heavy, the taste of blood filling his mouth. The crowd roared and Adrian searched the throng of spectators, searching for the only person that mattered to him anymore. When he saw her leaned against the table, he felt the hardening of his shaft. She was bent down, her skirt low enough that he couldn’t see the tempting curve of her ass, but high enough that he saw her creamy thighs. It didn’t matter if he could see under her skirt or not, his imagination filled in the blanks. Now wasn’t the time to get a hard-on, but all he could think about was her sweet little body beneath his, her pussy swallowing his dick in an iron grip. They didn’t have plans tonight, and he did just get back from spending the night with her, but damn if he didn’t want to do it again, and again, and again. Yeah, he was way over his head when it came to her, but it was a sweet feeling.