Page 76 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
“Please,” I beg.
There’s pain in his eyes as he gazes down at me. “You said I’m yours. Now tell me you’re mine, Verena. I need to hear it.”
I tug on his collar, bringing his lips to mine. “I’m yours, Adrian. Completely yours. Please, can we go back to our bungalow.”
He pulls a condom out of his pocket. “I need you now.”
“In public?” Yes, I was begging him to make me come a moment ago, but there was something innocent about it with my clothes still on. If anyone caught us, we could pretend we were only making out. But sex on the beach? This is different. It’s so risky, given my status in the public eye. Photos could get leaked.
Adrian tears the condom packet open. “The beach is dark and we’re the only ones here. I can’t wait.”
The moment his dick springs free of his boxer shorts, long and hard, I realize I can’t wait either. My groin pulses, aching with the need to have him inside me. Logic tells me to be sensible and wait, but the alcohol says give in to my deepest desires.
I press up onto my knees and kiss Adrian, laughing. “What about the sand? It will get everywhere.”
He rolls the condom on then unbuttons his shirt and lays it over the ground, guiding my ass onto it. “Problem solved.”
He’s rough with me, pulling my sarong up over my hips and ripping my panties from my body. The second I’m naked from the hips down, his dick thrusts hard inside me. A combined moan vibrates through our bodies the moment we’re one. Adrian holds still, deep within me as the initial burst of pleasure consumes us, then our pace picks up in speed.
He grits out my name, working hard above me. “Fuck, you make it feel so good.”
When Adrian pushes my top up and brings my nipple into his mouth, I can no longer think. I close my eyes and get lost in this moment, my mind swirling with a mixture of euphoria and alcohol.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Adrian says in that deep bedroom tone that drives me wild. “Watch me while I’m fucking you.”
Even though the night is dark, when I gaze down at Adrian’s hips, my body shakes with the build of an orgasm as I see his dick disappear into me. In and out. In and out. My fingers run along the grooves of his abs, tingling at the beginning traces of sweat.
Panic takes over and I’m instantly rigid when someone speaks nearby. “The boat leaves early tomorrow for golf.”
Adrian pauses, stealing his eyes away from me to examine our company. In the dull moonlight, I catch a vague glance of two men strolling along the beach, thirty feet away from us. They’re walking parallel to where we lie near the water, but that doesn’t mean we’re safe. They could change course any moment and stumble across Adrian and me having sex. The ocean is tranquil; without the crashing of waves, they’ll hear us if we’re too loud.
“We should stop,” Adrian whispers, though his actions speak differently. His cock teases me with another thrust.
My moan is louder than intended, my spine arching at his deepness.
Adrian cups a hand over my mouth and a chuckle leaves his throat. “Do you want them to find us?”
Of course I don’t. I also have no control over the sounds Adrian evokes from within me. He’s right, we should stop. But I can’t bring myself to make that decision, not when he pushes into me again and sends my toes curling. I don’t know if it’s because I’m drunk, but the thrill of someone catching us suddenly heightens every nerve ending in my body, making me more desperate for Adrian’s touch. I rock my hips, encouraging him to continue.
Adrian growls, pumping his dick into me in long, slow strokes. “You like this. Being fucked in public turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“I like being fucked in public byyou. No one else.”
“Hey, did you hear that?” one of the men says to the other.
Adrian reaches down to my clit. I clap a hand over my mouth in response, preventing the men from hearing how wild Adrian drives me. He grins with a wicked spark in his eyes, like he knows what he’s doing to me. How much he’s pushing me. What we’re doing is ridiculous and something I’d never allow with a sober mind, but I’m too wrapped up in the moment to care.
“You see anyone else out here?” the other guy asks.
Without warning, Adrian rolls onto his back, bringing me on top of him. I cry out at the surprise of how deep this new position pushes his dick into me.
“Seriously, is someone out here with us?” the voice calls.
The muscles between my legs throb with need, begging for release. I move up and down, panting as I ride Adrian’s dick. Footsteps grow closer. I’m burning up with fear that we’re about to get caught, yet at the same time, it’s that risk that makes my groin pulse harder. It turns me on that people can hear me fucking Adrian. My clit grows even more sensitive at the thought of themseeingme fuck Adrian. I can’t stop chasing my orgasm.
Adrian sits up to whisper in my ear. “That’s it, Verena. Good girl. Come on my cock.”
The sound of him speaking my name in that gravelly tone is my complete undoing. My head tilts back and I’m shaking. The intimate muscles in my core contract around Adrian’s erection, and I’m using all my willpower to remain quiet. All I can hear are my heavy breaths as I climax, until Adrian’s groans take over.
