Tales of Redwind

Lesson Number 5 (Adrien)

Adrien

Goddess, the things this wicked man can do with his tongue. And with his fingers. His fist. His d*ick. As I stare at him with daggers in my eyes for making me beg, making me admit how much I want him to tongue f*uck me of all things, I know I am blushing like a damn damsel, and I know he enjoys every minute of it. Him coming to me while I work, him interrupting me so casually, dragging me out of my stupor, it was all planned. I know that. I love him even more for it. It’s just…

He stops. Standing there on his knees, Seth glares at me with that heated dark gaze of his, expecting me to say the words. He won’t touch me again until I do it.

A part of me wants to disobey. To refuse him just to see what he’d do, but we both know I’ve never been this strong before, and today won’t be any different. The thought of him behind me, on my knees, spreading me, piercing me with his tongue, tasting me so deeply and intimately, it sends shivers all over my body, my knees going weak. I never knew I was such a dirty w*hore for that particular type of love-making but here we are - the feel of his hot wetness, the sleekness of his glide over my inner walls, and when he presses it over my prostate? Goddess, I am going to crumble just thinking about it, but begging? Now?

The dangerous glint in Seth’s eyes makes me tremble again. There is something in his eyes, something that tells me more pleasure waits for me if I am obedient, if I go along with what he wants from me. Which only makes me want to defy him even more. Or go to my knees and spread myself as an offering for him, whichever I manage first.

As my half-functioning brain contemplates my options, my c*ock is hard and leaking, my balls full and drawn to the base, and the need to touch myself is overwhelming. I am hot all over, almost blind with need, hands shaking, and a sheen of sweat covering my forehead but I am not doing it, I am not touching myself. I’d be damned if I do it.

I am angry, in a way. I want that smugness gone from Seth’s face. So I do the one thing that comes to mind, the one thing that won’t leave me in the submissive position - I turn to face him fully, pushing him away a little, my d*ick bobbing on his face, and for a moment I just consider forcing my way through his hot smirking lips, which are now swollen and glistening because of what he did just a moment earlier. I don’t do it though. It’d be the easier way out and neither of us wants it easy right now.

No, I slide down on my knees, my movements kind of restricted by the pants still clinging to my thighs, so I shove them quickly away. And then I am on Seth, kissing him like a starved man. For a moment, he’s stunned. He just stands there, letting me do it, surprised I don’t give a f*uck where his mouth was seconds ago. I really don’t care. I don’t know why he thought I did on the rare occasions he graced me with this type of reward.

It takes him no time to get the rules of my game, before running his fingers through my hair and shoving my head back. He doesn’t interrupt the kiss, no. He just takes control of it, because he’s a control freak and wants me completely submitted to his will.

Seth’s kiss is merciless, demanding. His tongue glides shamelessly alongside mine, but I am not backing down. For every nudge, every thrust, I face him with one of my own. I am practically saddling his lap at this point, my white shirt undone but still hanging on me even if it’s fallen down my shoulders and it’s more in the way if anything. Seth’s still fully naked, having even this leverage over me. The bastard.

We are both grunting, moaning like crazy into each other’s mouths, animalistic sounds escaping both of us to the point I am sure even the soundproof walls can’t keep them hidden from the rest of the pack. I don’t care about that either.

I am melting against his heat, dying to be devoured by it, by him.

When he finally breaks the kiss to look into my eyes, he’s panting, barely able to catch his breath, and I snicker internally. He’s so gorgeous like this, wrecked in his own desperation to wreck me, that wild look of his making my insides turn into molten lava.

“Turn around,” Seth orders me with a choked, but somehow firm voice. “Now.”

I don’t need another order. Begrudgingly I do as I am told, standing on my hands and knees, my slutty a*ss perched in the air. I fully expect Seth to continue his tongue play, feeling a little victorious, a little disappointed he gave up this easily, nevertheless eager to finish what we started, one way or the other.

When he gives me his fingers, three of them at once, my eyes threaten to budge out of their eye-sockets. The intense feeling of fullness is overwhelming, kind of reminding me of my first time with him when I didn’t know what to expect, but was still eager to have him inside me.

Seth gives me some time to adjust to the intrusion, for my breath to catch up. He’s slicked his fingers with lube somehow without me noticing, so when he starts f*ucking me it happens easily, almost naturally.

Small gasps leave my lips every time he finds my prostate, making my vision blur. For a long time, there are no sounds in the room but Seth working me open so that I will be able to take him when his c*ock finally replaces his hand. A part of me misses his tongue even though I don’t think I will be satisfied only by it at this point, not with how full I feel, not with how much fuller I will be once he starts f*ucking me for real.

But then he withdraws his hand, and something wet and cold replaces it, hot air caressing my skin.

“You taste so sweet when you are this frustrated, puppy,” Seth whispers against me but I can’t respond.

My wrists give in and I am leaning on my elbows now, panting, moaning like a b***h in heat. I was wrong I wouldn’t need his tongue after that. His tongue… it’s divine. It makes my head spin with the rhythm of the short laps of its tip over my prostate, a caress so decadent, so light, it makes me melt. And I am melting, my c*ock leaking and jerking, starved without a touch, and I am begging without even realizing it. One thing I realize though - Seth wasn’t opening me for his c*ock, not only. He was opening me so he could do what’s he doing now without any constraints.

“Please, please…” I am chanting beneath him, pushing my a*ss in his face, trembling, praying, begging, hoping this moment never ends, hoping that no one hears me. Hoping that everyone out there hears, and knows.

“That’s a good puppy,” Seth murmurs. “And good puppies deserve rewards.”

By instinct, I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder. Goddess, he looks wrecked. Just like I imagined him. Eyes wide and crazed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving like crazy.

A smirk lands on his lips, he raises a brow in another challenge. I won’t protest though. Whatever he has in mind for me, I won’t protest. I want it, all of him.

The impatience makes me rock against him, presenting myself to him on full display, not a drop of shame in me. Not wasting any time, Seth reaches around me and grabs my c*ock, finally. A sound of relief escapes my lips. He pumps me a few times and goes to play with my tip again as if he’s transfixed by it. Not that I mind, not when I am at the mercy of his skillful hands.

“Okay, puppy, I want to try something with you, something we haven’t done before,” Seth says, motioning me to turn and fully face him, and when I do, his confident smile falters a little as if he’s unsure of what I am about to say.

All I do is wait for him to speak, my heart skipping a beat in anticipation. I mean, we’ve done almost everything, so what the hell is he even talking about?

“Would you like to f*uck me?” He asks shrugging, making it seem nonchalant but that crooked smile of his is almost sheepish as he looks at me.

My eyes widen even more at his words. I mean, I have thought of it, just… I’ve never even considered I’d hear him ever offering it, not with his history and his experience as a teen. I believed he was a strict top and honestly, I am fine with that. I like it when he dominates me, taking my breath away each time he’s all over me, in me. But me f*ucking him? In all the years we’ve been together, we never spoke of it. The few times I even dreamt about it, I pushed the thought away. Now I realize it was a boundary between us. One that should never be there in the first place. I guess I am that bad at communication.

The eager jerk of my d*ick at the thought now gives us the answer.

And it’s not like I haven’t been owned and penetrated by this man in any way possible, so this is just another way to be owned by him… my cheeks heat even more and I feel like my face is on fire, but then that fire spreads all over my body, making even my n*ipples harden even more than they already were.

Suddenly, I feel parched, starved. My vision is blurring with the anticipation and how damn hard my d*ick is to the point of pain. Seth’s eyes slide to it, a smirk on his beautiful lips.

“Starting to feel like you want to reward me for my behavior,” I drag, surprised I can even form coherent sentences at this point.

For a long moment, Seth holds my gaze, his tongue darting to wet his lips and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. “I need words, Adrien.”

“Are you sure you want it? You’ve never…”

“No,” he shrugs again, the heat in his eyes non-mistakable this time. He does want this, just as much as I never knew I wanted it until this moment. “But I need you to do it.”

“Babe, I…” doubt creeps into my heart at the thought he might be doing this because he thinks I am withdrawing from him. I mean, I’ve been distant the past few days, weeks maybe, but it’s nothing to do with him. It’s just my head…

“It’s not for any other reason than I want you to. I’ve been thinking about it for some time, and… I am curious as f*uck. You make it sound so good when you scream my name.” His big dark eyes bore into mine with all the honesty there is, and my heart melts. My ignored d*ick jerks again impatiently and a chuckle escapes me when Seth’s gaze darts down to it. “So,” he whispers with a choked voice, filled with anticipation. “Would you like to f*uck me?”

“Yes, please,” is my short reply. And before I know it, Seth’s lips are back on mine.

This time the kiss is not dominating, it’s not to make me submit, but reward me.

“Lie down,” Seth whispers over my lips, his breath hot on my skin.

I do as I am instructed, spreading my body on the carpeted floor, feeling more debouched than ever. My heart is beating rapidly in anticipation and nerves. I’ve f*ucked other people before, a long time ago, but it feels like it’s going to be my first time, and as I wait for Seth to get rid of his clothes, the nerves start getting the best of me. What if I hurt him? Will he be able to take it? It will be a first for him, and I am not that big compared to him, but still, I am definitely not on the smaller side either.

Seth finally stands naked in front of me, a bottle of lube in his hands, and all those doubts leave me. In the fading daylight, I try to read his expression as he squirts a general amount on his hands and reaches back to open himself for me. He’s concentrated, tense. His brows are scrunched together as he’s working his hole, giving me the view of a lifetime.

Surprise flashes through his face, curiosity, tension. Then he seems relaxed. His hand starts moving back and forth, while I lay there and wait for him, hungry, desperate, on the verge of coming just by the sight of him. His enormous body is like a barbed wire, covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening under the soft light in the room. That large c*ock of his juts between his legs, begging me to taste. I will, I tell myself, later when we’ve had each other in any way possible, I will taste him, I will suck the c*um right out of him, because that’s the only thing that will ever satiate me.

Seth’s soft gasps are the only sound in the heated silence that spreads between us. My heart is thumping like crazy in my chest, the need to f*uck or be f*ucked overwhelming. Yet, I stay patient, waiting for my man.

A few moments later he gives me one of his devilish smiles and moves toward me so that his legs are framing my body. And then he slides to his knees, my d*ick nestling between his a*ss cheeks as he sits on top of me, moaning a little. I am so tense, so impatient, I am at a loss for words. I am even afraid to breathe, drowning in the heat and slickness of him.

Seth holds my gaze as he reaches behind him and finds my leaking c*ock, giving it a firm squeeze before pointing it at his hole, and then he impales himself on me to the hilt. It happens so fast, so unexpectedly, I gasp at the sensations, at the surprise, choking in the struggle not to come on the spot.

A sound like nothing I’ve heard before leaves my mate’s lips and he closes his eyes, relaxing on top of me. Through the bind I feel what he feels - the stretch, the surprise, the eagerness, the slight pain at being stretched so widely for the first time in his life. I do know he’s never played with his a*ss before, or I knew, but it seems like he’s been practicing, and hiding it from me, waiting for this moment.

Seth reads the realization in my eyes and nods slowly in confirmation before his eyes roll back as he relaxes on top of me, taking even more of me if that’s even possible. Another cocky grin lands on his sinful lips before he leans in to kiss me again.

“I am ready,” he tells me, and pushes back, his hand on my chest for balance. “Give me hell, puppy.”

Not able to control myself any longer, drowning in the tightness and the heat of his body, I grab both sides of his waist and start thrusting into him from below. There is nothing gentle in my movements, each of my thrusts made to grant ownership, to rearrange him, to promise him he’s mine and I am his, no matter how lost I am in my head right now.

I f*uck him like my life depends on it, faster, harder. He’s screaming my name, grunting, trying to escape me, trying to get as much from me as possible. When I change my angle under him and my c*ock hits his prostate, his eyes widen in surprise, the scream on his lips sounding like music to my ears.

The next thing I know, Seth leans back and starts riding me mercilessly, string thighs bulging on my sides, crushing me under his weight and I am lost in it, my heart full, my body a barbed wire. I give him full control because I know he needs it, because he relishes in it. My man is lost in me just as lost in him I am - in the ridges of his inner walls, in his scorching heat, in the pleasure he’s feeling because of me.

“I am going to come,” Seth whispers, his eyes rolling back to his scull, and just as he says it, hot ropes of c*um paint my stomach and chest.

The view of him like this - wrecked, completely melted in me, flips me over the edge too. With a few hard thrusts, I come deep into him, painting him as mine on the inside, just like I’ve painted him as mine outside with my mark. My vision blurs with the force of that orgas*m and I need a few moments to come back online.

Seth slowly comes down from his high too, limbs still shaking a little as he lands on top of me, so that we are chest to chest now, his c*um smearing on both of us, and kisses me feverishly. I am still buried inside of him, but neither one of us plans to do anything about it.

“I like it when you are under me,” Seth whispers with a chuckle and I smack him, a little peck on his shoulder, giggling, my head still spinning. He’s right though, he’s all over me, and I am crushed under his weight, scorched by the heat of his mountain of a body. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

We lay like this for a long time, until my d*ick starts slipping out of him, c*um dripping from his hole. “That’s weird,” Seth whispers with a frown and giggles again.

“We need to clean you now,” I tell him, patting his sides to make him move.

He rolls to his back, laying on the floor next to me, intertwining our fingers together. “The cleaning lady will have a stroke when she sees this c*um-stained carpet,” Seth giggles again and it makes me giggle too.

Then we grow quiet, lulled by the soft sounds of our own breathing.

“Don’t disappear on me like that again,” Seth whispers after a while with a heavy note to his tone.

“I am sorry,” the words choke on my throat, all the memories and the guilt coming back to me, making me feel smaller.

“It’s not your fault,” he continues. “Whatever happened to your cousin, it’s not your fault. You should not be ashamed of your happiness just because others got it bad. Everyone’s journey is different.”

I stay quiet, mulling over his words. The logical part of my brain understands that, but then there is the boy who always looked after his alpha cousin, who looked up to him his entire life and saw him as this impenetrable fortress. Watching Victor be broken again and again because the sole thing I live for, for loving a man, it was hard. It still is.

“He was my best friend,” I whisper, squeezing Seth’s fingers between mine. He squeezes back, staying quiet otherwise, showing me he’s there for me as always. “Now he won’t even look me in the eyes.”

“It’s not because of us, you know that, right? He’s not judging you for your happiness…”

“I know that,” I shrug. “But it makes him sad anyway. And in return, it makes me sad because he never got his happy ending…”

“Do you want to go to the trailer for a few days?” Seth shifts a little on his side to face me. “Maybe it will be better for both of you this way… he’ll have time to get used to the idea of us, of the fact that things in the pack have changed for the better and he’s free to pursue his young witchy boyfriend without any repercussions…”

“Witchy boyfriend?” I turn to face him, surprised beyond anything. “Do you mean Ian St. Claire?”

Seth chuckles. “Yeah, didn’t you see the way they were eye-f*ucking each other the night of the welcome home party?”

Come to think of it, I did notice some tension between Victor and Ian but I brushed it off for other reasons, like, I remember they used to hate each other back in the day. Could it be that they like each other? That there is a possibility for Victor to get his second chance at a happy ending with the sassy witch next door? I sure as hell hope so.

“Let’s go to the trailer,” I reply and lean in to kiss my mate. Because he’s right. I am not responsible for other people’s happiness. I might still love them and care for them, but every one of us has their own path to walk, and mine is with Seth. Always and forever. And I’d be damned if I let my own dark thoughts stand in the way of my happiness anymore.