Working Out West - Lila Rose Page 0,65
dark, as were the walls and the bedside tables. Adrik certainly loved dark colors.
I looked in on the large bathroom, complete with a jacuzzi in the corner. The closet held all his expensive suits, shoes, other clothes, a million belts, and watches.
After I was done inspecting, I made my way back into the bedroom to find Adrik leaning against the doorway. My bag at his feet.
Heavens, he was gorgeous.
I swallowed thickly, my nerves rising once again.
He straightened and glared over at me. “I had to wait for the elevator to come back up since you distracted me, and I forgot your bag.”
Laughing, I said, “You look a little flushed there, Adrik.”
“You are standing in my room half-naked, moya lyubov’.”
“And that makes you hot?”
His smirk was wicked as he removed his jacket and dropped it to the floor. I gulped, my pulse raced, and my dick throbbed when he slowly undid the buttons of his dark shirt. He pulled it free from his body and dropped it as well.
He hummed under his breath, his eyes lighting with humor. “You are flushed also, moya lyubov’.”
“No,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
Nope. “Yep.” I nodded. My eyes widened when he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He kicked off his shoes, and I did the same, but my gaze stayed glued to Adrik. His socks were next. I started on mine, tripped, and stumbled forward, drawing a chuckle out of him.
“I’m good,” I told him. I stood on the toes of my other sock and slipped my foot from it.
Adrik’s grin died when I hooked my thumbs into my jeans and pushed them down my body, which left me in my boxers. My dick tented them.
“Christ,” he clipped.
I shot him a cocky smirk, but it faded when Adrik dragged not only his pants but underwear down his legs. His cock bounced free—hard and ready for my attention. And boy did I want to give him all my attention. I could imagine dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth, sucking and licking him. Heck, I would even pet him because he had such a stunning long, thick dick.
“Moya lyubov’,” Adrik growled.
I blinked, looking up to meet his gaze. “Huh?”
“Take your boxers off and sit on the bed. I have a need to feed you my cock from the way you are looking at it.”
Nodding, I pushed my boxers down, tripped over them on the way to the bed, and sat on the side of it. My dick throbbed, and my heart galloped as Adrik stalked my way.
He stopped right in front of me. “I was going to ask again if you are sure, but I can see how eager you are for this between us.” He cupped the side of my face. His thumb pressed into my mouth. “I like that, West. A fucking lot.”
I shivered. “Good,” I said, my voice husky.
His hand slid to the back of my neck when I rested my hands on his thighs. My gaze traveled to his leaking cock. He gripped my hair and gently tugged my head toward him. I opened my mouth and licked at the tip, tasting, savoring his flavor.
“Khristos,” he uttered.
I wrapped my lips around the tip, and Adrik slid his dick all the way in, drawing out a deep grunted moan from him. He pumped a few more times until he dropped his hand and stepped back. “I am not ready to come.” He dropped to his knees, and in the next beat, his mouth was on my cock. I let out a shocked but pleased cry. He licked, sucked, and teased, drawing out my precum with his hand.
My balls thought it was ready to unload, but it wasn’t.
“Shit, hold up,” I panted. Adrik pulled back, a cocky smirk on his wet red lips. I patted his shoulder. “Yes, yes, you’re as good as me in driving each other crazy.”
He chuckled and stood, holding out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and his looped around my waist.
“Do you want to go further, or we could just keep doing what we are?”
“Further, please.”
His eyes lit. He took my mouth in a hard, deep kiss, and his hands slid down to my ass. He tugged me forward, and we rubbed our cocks against each other.
I needed him.
Like now.
“Please,” I begged against his lips.
“Turn around, moya lyubov’.” When I did, he pressed his