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Chapter Twenty-Five - A Practical Romantic
"Join us upstairs?" Adrian offered Christian, but the blond head shook, and a smile as big as the sun followed.
"I just got out of that boring affair, so I don't plan on hanging out with two old men," Christian replied.
Adrian smirked. He knew that Edward's cousin wanted to give them space to work things out. "What are you going to do?"
Christian shrugged. "Maybe go to a bar, start a fight, cool things like that."
"Christian," Edward said gravely.
The young man waved. "No worries. It's just my first free Sunday in forever. I'm going to spend it wisely."
Adrian had serious doubts about the truth value of that statement. "Well, if you get into any trouble, just give me a call."
"All right, cousin in law," Christian said with a smirk. "You two have fun." He winked exaggeratedly, earning a grin from Adrian and a roll of the eyes from Edward.
Christian waved them goodbye as he sauntered off like a kid who had just heard that the school was out permanently.
"Will he be fine?" he asked Edward.
"He's the smartest young man I know," was the reply. "He knows better than get into trouble." Somehow, Edward didn't sound completely convinced, but maybe that was the thing with that family. They didn't allow their young ones to spread their wings and fly.
Adrian had every intention to change that, at least in regards to one particular representative of the illustrious Hastings tribe. He grabbed Edward's hand and dragged him toward the building entrance.
"Hey," Edward said in a stern voice, but this time Adrian wouldn't have it. "Hey, Adrian, slow down," he added.
"No way. Do you have the slightest idea what you put me through this week?"
Edward fell silent. At least, he could see the errors of his ways. Or so, Adrian hoped.
A young mother with a child no older than five joined them in the elevator. The kid stared for a while until Adrian began making faces at him. The boy snickered and hid his face into his mother's flounce dress.
The woman and child got out on their floor, leaving them alone. Adrian pressed the button and waited impassively for the elevator to move. He still held Edward's hand in his, and he could only hope that the slight tremor he experienced was lost on the other. The adrenaline from earlier had rushed through his system, and now there was room for something else.
Edward followed obediently as they got out on the top floor, and into Adrian's bachelor pad. The door was barely closed when they reached for each other, like drowning men at a rope thrown in their direction by a benevolent hand. Their lips crashed, and for a while, nothing but the fumbling on their clothes being partly taken off, partially ripped from their bodies, could be heard.
Adrian was the first to stop. That was his show, and he intended to run it like he should. He pushed Edward away, although he was sure the hunger he felt was a match for what he could read in the other's eyes. "You," he pointed at his lover, "you stay right there."
The harshness of his words took Edward slightly by surprise, but the light that flashed in the forest eyes burned and turned into a subdued flame. They got each other. They both knew what that was all about.
Adrian went into the bedroom and came back with the object Edward had so quickly discarded the last time he had been here. He gestured, a simple flick of the wrist, and Edward knelt in front of him, head bent in supplication. It was all right like this for a while.
He tugged at the leash and took Edward to a chair. There were no protests as he pushed his lover to sit, and then tied his hands behind using his own tie.
Edward's eyes were burning, but not with defiance, but with a new power that could only be named desire. He repeatedly bit his bottom lip, in an unconscious expression of his repressed want, and his cheeks were a bit flushed. Adrian ran one hand through the wavy chestnut hair, messing it, and then leaned in and pressed a hard kiss on the wet, bitten lips.
They had done a poor job of undressing one another. Edward still had both the shirt and suit jacket on, although they were both open in front, most of the buttons had flown, most probably, in all corners of the room. Adrian grabbed the undershirt and ripped it open, too, allowing smooth skin to show. Edward didn't protest one bit and even helped as much as he could in his position to have his pants and underwear pushed down and dropped around his ankles.
For a while, Adrian moved around Edward, in full circles, as his lover tried to follow him with his eyes.
"You know, this is getting a bit unnerving," Edward said in a hoarse voice.
"As it should," was the prompt reply.
"Oh, I see. You want to punish me."
"You have a mouth on you, after what you did. I would keep it shut if I were you. Or do you want me to gag you?" The last words were of a soft whisper, and Adrian stooped to reach Edward's ears with his lips. The small shudder that crossed the sexy man tied to a chair in his living room was enough for an answer. "Should I gag you anyway?"
"Do as you please." While the words were meant to be snappy, the voice used to utter them was anything but.
"Of course. As I please," Adrian emphasized the pronoun. So far, Edward's behavior was more than satisfactory. And since he had anticipated that asserting dominance over that stubborn man required the right tools for the job, he was more than ready.
He went to the bedroom again, and this time, when he came back, he observed with increased contentment the way Edward's eyes grew wide, and his mouth went slack.
"You can't be serious." A tiny bit of revolt speckled the beautiful greens. And that was fine, too.
"I told you. As serious as -"
"A heart attack," Edward said tersely.
"Be a good boy and receive your well-deserved punishment."
Edward nodded and said nothing, even opening his mouth obediently when Adrian fixed the black silicone bit in his mouth and the bridle over his head. Still, the green eyes spoke of rightful indignation at the treatment, so Adrian smiled and then brought the riding crop over Edward's exposed chest.
His move was sudden, so a natural jerk was the reaction. It couldn't have hurt; that was an instrument demanding attention, and it wasn't about painful punishment.
Adrian straightened up and observed the crop in his hand. "I have no idea where you and horses stand, but I imagine you must have taken riding lessons, seeing how you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. That's why I believe this is the right way to make myself well understood, once and for all."
He moved the head of the crop slowly over Edward's nipples, all perked up and thirsty for attention. Adrian let his eyes drop lower and smirked when he noticed the weeping cock, stiff and swollen. Edward's body had always been honest, regardless of what its owner had chosen to let fly out of his mouth. Well, that was taken care of, for now.
Adrian flicked the crop over the taut abdomen, earning a small, wary jolt each time the leather tip connected with the skin. He took delight in teasing the inside of Edward's thighs until he reached the final bastion. Placing tiny slaps over the tight sack, Adrian focused on the small jerky moves of the overstimulated cock. Its head was bigger now, which made him wince for a moment. But a declaration of love disguised as one of war had to be memorable for both parties.
He moved backward until he was sure that Edward could see him without angling his head painfully. And then, he started to strip, slowly, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him. An elegant eyebrow arched, and Adrian grinned, waiting for the realization of what would follow to finally dawn on Edward.
"This is for your audacity to think that there is something in this world I'm not willing to give you." Adrian straddled Edward's lap, aligning the hard weeping cock with his asshole, which he had had the inspiration to lube well in one of his trips to the bedroom.
He could read in Edward's eyes everything he was thirsting for. Not only astonishment, but dark desire, and desperation, too. The latter was because of the bit Edward was biting on hard now. Maybe he had things to say, and Adrian would hear him, but that would have to come later.
It was a good thing to have determination, he thought wryly as his ass opposed the blunt head pushing at its gates. It might not be what you want, buddy, but it's what I need to prove myself to his asshole boyfriend of mine.
Oh, it looked like the lube really helped. Still, Adrian struggled a little and didn't dare to meet Edward's eyes until he was thoroughly impaled to the sheath. Only then, he allowed himself a smirk. Damn, that thing kind of hurt. He drew one deep breath and willed his ass to stop fighting this; it didn't have a choice in the matter.
Now, there was a bit of playful challenge in Edward's eyes. They measured Adrian, and then, the eyelids dropped. The muffled sound coming from behind the silicone bit was enough for encouragement.
"And now, I ride," Adrian said in one go, as he pushed himself up and then let his body drop hard on Edward's lap.
Damn, he must have tied his lover's legs, as well. He was thrashing like a wild horse that didn't want to accept his fate. Adrian had a hard time, at first, to find a rhythm, especially with that hard thing pulsing inside his ass. Now, he only had admiration for Edward, and not only him, but all the bottoms of the world for putting up with that kind of ordeal.
It wasn't all bad, though. As the master in this situation, he needed to enforce a rhythm, even if that meant that he had to use his whole strength to do it. Adrian grabbed Edward's hips between his thighs as he could in that position, and then he started to ride for real. Maybe that was the thrill of riding a wild horse.
The beast under him finally seemed subdued. Adrian was sure Edward still wanted to thrash some more, but there was a real danger of them ending both on the floor if they tipped over the chair.
Fortunately for both of them, the furniture held, and with the rhythm, Adrian found something else. He was pretty sure Edward's cock had grown in size at least a few times, he felt so full. But that sensation of fullness, plus the shot of pleasure that took him by surprise when it first hit him, was enough to confirm that he was doing the right thing.
He placed both hands behind Edward's head and grabbed his hair. That was a position of power, and he needed to make sure he was well understood. He slammed down, over and over, enjoying how Edward's eyes became loose, unbound, in sheer abandonment, and then dark with growing arousal.
Edward Hastings, the accomplished doctor, the one with a family whose pedigree chart must be descending back to a time of kings, for sure, the arrogant lover responsible for making Adrian lose his head, that man was now completely at his mercy.
There was no other way out but complete surrender. Adrian looked down at his cock, in disbelief. As focused as he had been on milking Edward's cock, he had failed to register completely what that was doing to himself, as well. The tip of his member was oozing, and, to his complete surprise, heat and pleasure burst from the deep core of his body, all over Edward's chest.
