The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 82: Do You Have A Lube?

"Adrian," Alexander whispered huskily, his arm automatically tightening around Adrian.

Adrian moved closer, turning himself in Alexander’s arms to face him.

Their eyes locked, breaths warm against their cheeks.

"Kiss me," Adrian whispered, touching Alexander’s chin with his fingertips.

Alexander gulped loudly, "Adrian... stop torturing me... please."He begged in a hoarse voice.

Adrian leaned in, his lips a breath away from Alexander’s, "You’re the one torturing yourself. Kiss me, Alex... it’s just a kiss. Nothing more –" he was silenced by the slight brush of Alexander’s lips on his.

Alexander left a subtle kiss on Adrian’s lips, moving his head back just as quickly and staring at Adrian to see his reaction.

Adrian smirked, "That’s lame, Alexander. Perhaps Sebastian would do better than –" his lips were seized in a hot, firm kiss.

It was a kiss of a man possessed, hungry and desperately in love.

Adrian willingly opened his mouth for Alexander’s hungry mouth, offering his tongue to be sucked and licked.

His body was alive, a live wire sparking currents along his spine.

This was exactly what he craved: to be wanted, owned, dominated... loved.

Alexander was losing it, he devoured Adrian’s mouth like a caveman, his fingers digging into Adrian’s waist as he claimed Adrian’s mouth.

He swiped his tongue over Adrian’s lips, then he pushed in, licking every corner, gliding it over Adrian’s tongue as he slowly started to fuck Adrian’s mouth with his tongue.

Adrian moaned, sliding his fingers into Alexander’s slightly damp hair and tugging gently.

"Ah," Adrian gasped as Alexander bit his lower lip, the sting giving way for a sweet, burning pleasure.

"Never," Alexander rasped, pressing his thumb into Adrian’s moist, swollen lips, "never compare me to him. Never mention his name when you’re with me. He can never make you feel what I make you feel. Are we clear?" He gently slapped Adrian’s cheek, a gesture that was both dominating and playful.

Adrian smirked, darting his tongue out to lick Alexander’s thumb, watching the way Alexander’s eyes darkened as he licked his thumb.

"Are we clear, Adrian?" Alexander asked, trying to control his breath as Adrian’s tongue sent a sharp and fast current right to his cock, straining it against his silk pants.

"Do you have a lube, Alex?" Adrian asked, slowly getting on his knees and before anyone could stop him, he was already pushing his pants down his hips.

"Fuck, Adrian, hold on, wait," Alexander was on his knees in a second, pausing Adrian’s hands mid-thigh.

"Wait?" Adrian pouted, "Look at me, Alex," he glanced down between his legs and gently stroked his arousal.

He swiped his thumb over the tip, catching the precum that was about to leak out onto the sheets.

With his eyes locked on Alexander’s darkened ones, he lifted his hand to Alexander’s lips, smearing his precum over his boss’s lips.

"Fuck," he whispered as Alexander caught his wrist and slowly licked every sweat off his thumb, the warm tongue sending jolts after jolts of tingles down his core.

"Alex... do you have a fucking lube?" Adrian snatched his hand from Alexander and surprisingly gripped Alexander’s chin, narrowing his eyes at him.

Alexander sighed, "No... but that’s not going to stop me from pleasing you, my love." He whispered and gently pushed Adrian down on his back.

He dragged the pants away from Adrian’s legs and placed his hand flat on Adrian’s inner thigh, "Spread." He commanded.

Adrian obeyed, his body already surrendering to whatever Alexander wanted to do to him.

Alexander positioned himself between Adrian’s legs and lowered his face, his eyes watching Adrian’s flushed face and heaving chest, he was a sight for sore eyes.

"Wider," Alexander ordered.

Adrian obeyed, his fingers digging into his palms as he slowly realised what Alexander wanted to do.

He watched Alexander’s head dip lower, feeling the hot breath on his sensitive, silky cheeks.

"Fucking perfect," Alexander whispered, kissing Adrian’s soft ass as he slowly used his thumb to spread them apart.

"Alex –"

"Shh, no talking, Adrian... you’re fucking perfect," He growled as he stared at the pick, twitching open.

"Oh, yesss..." Adrian moaned as he felt Alexander’s warm tongue flick against his hole, a slow, deliberate tease that made his hips jerk off the mattress. The flat of Alexander’s tongue dragged upward in one long, filthy lick, from taint to rim, tasting every inch like he was starving for it.

"Fuck, you taste like sin," Alexander growled, voice muffled against Adrian’s skin. He spread him wider with both thumbs, exposing that tight, pink pucker to the cool air before diving back in. His tongue circled the rim in lazy, wet spirals, then speared inside, hot and insistent, fucking into Adrian with shallow thrusts that had Adrian’s toes curling.

Adrian’s hands flew to Alexander’s hair, tugging hard. "Alex—please—"

"Please what, baby?" Alexander pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air over the slick hole, watching it clench greedily. "Please finger this pretty little cunt open? Please make you scream?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. One thick finger pressed in alongside his tongue, slow and slick with spit, crooking immediately to rub over that electric spot inside. Adrian’s back bowed, a broken cry tearing from his throat as Alexander added a second finger, scissoring them wide, stretching him open with filthy, wet sounds.

"Beautiful... you’re fucking beautiful, Adrian," Alexander whispered.

"Look at you," Alexander rasped, pumping his fingers in and out, curling them on every stroke. "Taking my tongue and fingers like you were made for it. So fucking greedy."

Adrian’s cock lay flushed and leaking against his stomach, untouched and aching. Alexander’s free hand finally wrapped around it, grip loose and teasing, thumb swiping through the slick head on every upstroke. The dual assault—fingers fucking deep, tongue lapping at his stretched rim, hand jerking him slow and dirty—sent Adrian spiralling.

"Alex— Oh— yes! I’m coming—"

"Not yet," Alexander snarled, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. He replaced them with his tongue again, spearing deep, eating Adrian out like he was trying to crawl inside him. His hand tightened on Adrian’s cock, stroking fast and rough now, twisting over the head, milking precum in thick, sticky ropes.

"Come on my tongue, baby," he growled, voice wrecked. "Let me taste how much you fucking need this."

Adrian shattered.

His hips snapped up, cock pulsing in Alexander’s fist as he came with a hoarse scream, thick spurts painting his own chest and Alexander’s hand. Alexander didn’t stop—kept licking, kept stroking, drawing out every shudder, every drop, until Adrian was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only then did Alexander crawl up, licking his lips clean, eyes dark with possession and something dangerously soft.

"Mine," he whispered, pressing a filthy, cum-slick kiss to Adrian’s mouth. "Every hole, every sound, every fucking orgasm. All mine."

"Fuck me, then..." Adrian whimpered, his opening still clenching from Alexander’s licks and fingering.

"You’re still wounded, Adrian— Stan would kill me if you broke down," he murmured and gathered Adrian into his arms, hugging him flush against himself.

"Let me love you, Adrian. You don’t have to love me back— just let me love you," he whispered, kissing Adrian’s forehead.

Adrian’s heart was slowing from the rush of his orgasm, but it was still nowhere near normal. He was going crazy with Alexander’s possessiveness.

He liked it, and it scared him.

Falling for a man like Alexander was dangerous, he was powerful, and Adrian wasn’t sure if he could handle such power that came with it.

"Did you like it?" Alexander whispered into Adrian’s ear, "My tongue on your hole — did you like it?" He asked huskily.

Adrian gasped, moaning softly at the filthy question.

"I—I did," Adrian replied in a small, shy voice.

"Good. You taste delicious," Alexander hooked a finger under Adrian’s jaw and lifted his face to look at his eyes, "I could eat you all day, forever." He murmured and pressed his lips softly against Adrian’s.

"I love you, Adrian Cole. Goodnight," Alexander said in his most tender voice and tucked Adrian’s head under his chin.

He had said it outrightly this time, there was no going back from it, no matter what. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

He felt Adrian stiffen in his arms, and that was why he didn’t wait for his reply.

He was scared of being rejected.

He was scared of accepting what this was to Adrian: an ordinary attraction.

It wasn’t an ordinary attraction, he was all in, and he would give up anything just to have Adrian love him back.

He knew it was still a long way to go, but he was ready to wait it out. He had the patience, as long as Adrian didn’t leave his side, he had hopes that he would make his secretary fall irrevocably in love with him.

But for now, he would take what he could get. Forcing it would only make Adrian recoil into his shell.

He was never giving Sebastian an opening, he’s claimed Adrian as his, and over his dead body would he let anyone touch what was his.