Chasing Him (Dark Love 4)

“Adriana, it’s called a thought process.”

“Oh, bullcrap, you’re fabricating your thoughts. What was the first thing you thought?”

“First thing? I’m not ready. Like the first time you eat spaghetti after vomiting it.”

“What?” I laugh out loud.

“When I was five, I puked up spaghetti all over my bed. Couldn’t touch the stuff till I was sixteen, and even then, it was with fear and trepidation.”

My body moves up and down, laughing uncontrollably at his story. “Oh, that happened to me with strawberry ice cream. I couldn’t touch the damn stuff till like twenty years later.”

“So, you know,” he confirms.

I do know. We aren’t going to be welcomed with open arms. That’s the bottom line. Just as Eric had said, an epic of shit-storms no matter how the truth unveils.

“Okay, so change of subject. Are you here for good, and what’s the plan?”

“I’m here for the next month, then off to Morocco for a piece I need to do. I’ve found a place not far from Hazel’s which is great since I can spend time with Blaze.”

“When do I see you? How will this work? Will we just meet at your place?”

“Adriana,” he says soothingly. “Calm down, okay? Let’s just take it one day at a time.”

“But… but… I need to—” I feel him throbbing against me. Fuck me dead. Wow! Okay, what was I going to say? “So yeah, anyways—”

“Do I need to fuck you again to shut you up?”

“Well, I do have more questions,” I tease.

He doesn’t ask and slides himself in from behind. “There’s only one question I want you to ask, Adriana.”

“What’s that?”

“Ask me how I’m going to make you come.”

My body quivers. “How are you going to make me come, Julian?”

He pushes me on all fours and positions himself behind me. With his hands firmly on my hips, he pushes against me at an even, slow pace. “I’m going to slide my finger into your ass and fuck you hard until you come all over my cock. Can you handle that?”

Hot damn. I nod.

“Say it out loud,” he grunts.

“I want you to finger my ass and fuck me hard.”

I feel him spit onto my asshole, circling it gently before he slides in. His pace increases, and I’m coming undone feeling that familiar ache form in the pit of my belly.

I want him to explore every part of me.

Heart, mind, body, and soul.

I am his.

He is mine.

And that’s what he did for the next five hours until it was time for me to leave, back to my so-called responsible life.

I pick up Andy on my way to meet Eric, Tristan, and Charlie for an early dinner.