The Billionaire's Two-Faced Escort Wife-Chapter 86: At My Pace

"Sit," Adriak commanded, pushing Alexander onto the bed, walking in between Alexander’s legs.

"No, Adrian, please, not that," Alexander quickly grabbed Adrian’s arm and pulled him onto his lap, locking his arms around him.

Alexander groaned as Adrian sat on his aching cock, and he wished they didn’t have clothes on, he would have taken Adrian in that position.

"No, Alexander," Adrian gently pushed against Alexander’s chest, frowning slightly, "I said I’ll help you. I never said I’m offering my body to you—not in this situation," he bit his lip, grinding his ass down against Alexander’s arousal.

"Uhh, Adrian, you’re torturing me—" Alexander’s head leaned in, his fingers tugging Adrian’s hair and pulling his head backwards.

"Please, Baby— let me make love to you. I love coming in your mouth— but right now, I need you, please, Adrian," Alexander whispered shakily against Adrian’s lips.

"On my terms, Alex," Adrian slowly got off Alexander’s lap and pulled Alexander up by his tie, "Undress, Daddy." He whispered.

Alexander shuddered visibly. The smaller man’s command was a spellfire to his gasoline.

In a blur, Alexander’s clothes fell onto the floor and he stood before Adrian in his naked glory. His eyes slightly, Adrian’s, begging, hungry, primal.

Adrian’s breath caught in his throat, his blood coursing hot through his veins. His eyes darkened as he stared at the engorged, leaking cock between Alexander’s legs.

His mouth watered to take a lick, but his core clenched in anticipation.

He wasn’t sure who was drugged anymore because his body was aching so raw for the sexy demi-god in front of him.

He had planned to help Alexander with just his mouth, but fuck it, his body needed that length inside him as a matter of urgency or he’d go crazy with want.

He moved, closing the distance between them.

He lifted his face to Alexander, slowly licking his tongue across his lips, eyes locked on Alexander’s heated ones.

"Does it hurt?" Adrian whispered, his naughty hand reaching out to circle a finger over Alexander’s moistened tip.

Alexander groaned, gritting his teeth as Adrian kept circling his tip that was slowly starting to turn blue.

"Adrian," he cupped Adrian’s face, leaning in for a kiss but Adrian brought the hand he’d touched the leaking tip with and placed it over Alexander’s lips.

"Answer my question, Alex. Does it hurt?" He asked, smearing the precum across Alexander’s lips.

Alexander shuddered, darting his tongue out to taste himself on Adrian’s fingers, "Yes, Baby, it fucking hurts. God, I need to fuck you, Adrian — stop teasing me –"

"Stand still, Boss," Adrian placed a hand on Alexander’s bare chest, sliding it down his abs and toward his cock, "Undress me." He murmured as his hand wrapped around Alexander’s length, moaning softly as he stroked the warm, smooth and hard cock, imagining how it would feel inside him.

Alexander grunted, feeling the warm precum leaking generously from his tip as Adrian’s hand grabbed him slightly relieved over his aching need.

His vision is turning blurry with need.

Adrian had asked to be undressed, but Alexander was past the level of being civil. He held Adrian’s collar and ripped his shirt apart, the buttons flying all over the place. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

With a quick motion, he unzipped Adrian’s pants and tugged them off his waist.

Adrian chuckled, stepping out of his pants as he threw his shirt to the floor, moving closer to Alexander until their hips pressed together, their dicks rubbing together in that fleeting delicious manner.

"Tell me what to do to you, Adrian. Please, save me from my mystery," Alexander growled, his fingers digging into Adrian’s waist.

"I promised, didn’t I? I’ll help you," With that, Adrian lowered himself in front of Alexander, staring at Alexander’s cock with deep appreciation.

He leaned in, darting his tongue out to taste it.

Alexander moaned, his hand flying behind Adrian’s head, not to force, but to guide.

"Adrian— take me in, please–fuck!" He groaned loudly as Adrian’s mouth slid him into the base without warning.

"Ah—Adrian, god— so deep—" Alexander’s hips pressed forward, Adrian’s nose brushing against his pelvis as he sat himself deep in Adrian’s throat.

Adrian swallowed around Alexander, gaining a low growl from the man, then very slowly, he moved his head back, sliding Alexander out until only the tip was left ominous his mouth.

He sucked on it, rolling his tongue around it, then he pushed his head forward, backwards, forward, backwards, sucking on Alexander’s length with agonising slow pace.

Alexander was a mess, sweat beading his forehead as he fought his control. All he wanted was to steady Adrian’s head and fuck his throat until he shit his seed in him. But Adrian had made it clear, everything was going to be at his pace, and Alexander was going to adhere to it, even if it meant suffering.

The sound of harsh breaths and wet, dirty suctioning filled the room, casting the atmosphere in a hazy lust.

Suddenly, Adrian released Alexander’s cock with a loud pop.

"Feel better?" He asked in a whisper, licking Alexander’s cock like a dog lapping water.

"Fuck," Alexander pulled Adrian up and slammed his lips on his.

He kissed him hungrily, tasting himself on Adrian’s lips.

"Adrian, decided. Now before I do something irrational –"

"Fuck me, already," Adrian breathed out, crashing his lips on Alexander’s again.

With a deep growl, Alexander scooped Adrian off the floor and wrapped his legs around his hips. I’m a few strides, Alexander had Adrian’s back plastered against the wall between his wardrobe and table.

"You’re sure?" Alexander asked, his hand already pulling out the drawer in the table to take out one of the lubricants he’d placed there.

Adrian moaned quietly as he saw what Alexander was taking out, his blood rushing faster between his legs as his core tightened in anticipation.

"I’ve been sure since the first time I set my eyes on you, Alex. Hurry – ohh—" his fingers dug into Alexander’s shoulder as he suddenly felt a finger rimming his opening.

Alexander’s lube-sleeked finger gently probed Adrian’s entrance as he watched the expression of the man in his arm. He circled Adrian’s tight core before he slowly eased his finger inside Adrian.

"Ahh, yes," Adrian moaned, biting his lip hard as Alexander slowly massaged him, preparing him for something bigger.

Alexander’s finger curled inside Adrian, slow and deliberate, stroking that hidden spot until Adrian’s breath fractured into soft, desperate sobs. A second finger joined the first, scissoring gently, stretching him open with slick, wet sounds that echoed off the wall. Adrian’s head fell back against the cool plaster, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted on a silent plea.

"Alex—please—"

"I’ve got you," Alexander whispered, voice trembling with reverence. He pressed his forehead to Adrian’s, eyes locked, drinking in every flicker of pleasure across his face. "I’ve got you, love. Always."

The lube bottle clattered to the floor as Alexander slicked himself, the head of his cock nudging Adrian’s entrance. He didn’t push in yet—just held there, letting Adrian feel the weight, the promise.

"Look at me," Alexander breathed.

Adrian’s eyes snapped open, grey meeting blue, raw and unguarded. In that moment, something unspoken passed between them—months of longing, of hiding, of wanting—finally laid bare.

Alexander slid in.

Slow. Agonizingly slow. Inch by inch, until Adrian’s breath hitched and his nails dug crescents into Alexander’s shoulders. The stretch burned sweet, perfect, right. When Alexander bottomed out, hips flush against Adrian’s, they both stilled, trembling, foreheads pressed together.

"Fuck," Adrian whispered, voice cracking. "You’re—inside me. Finally."

Alexander’s laugh was shaky, reverent. "Finally," he echoed, brushing a soft kiss to Adrian’s lips. "My beautiful, impossible boy."

Then he moved.

A slow, deep roll of his hips, dragging out until only the tip remained, then sinking back in, filling Adrian completely. Again. And again. Each thrust deliberate, worshipful, like he was memorising the way Adrian clenched around him, the way his breath caught on every stroke.

Adrian’s legs tightened around Alexander’s waist, heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. "More," he gasped. "Alex, more—"

Alexander gave it to him.

His pace quickened, hips snapping with a rhythm that was filthy and tender all at once. The wall creaked under the force, but Alexander’s arms never faltered, cradling Adrian like he was something precious, something irreplaceable. He kissed him through every thrust—soft, open-mouthed, swallowing Adrian’s moans, tasting the salt of his tears.

"You feel—" Alexander’s voice broke, "—like home. Like everything I didn’t know I was missing."

Adrian sobbed into his mouth, clinging tighter. "Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop."

Alexander’s hand slipped between them, wrapping around Adrian’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation—Alexander filling him, claiming him, loving him—sent Adrian spiralling. His back arched, a cry tearing from his throat as he came, pulsing hot and thick over Alexander’s fist, clenching around him like a vice.

Alexander followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and spilling inside, marking Adrian in the most intimate way possible. They shuddered together, wrapped in each other, the world narrowing to the heat of their bodies, the frantic beat of their hearts.

When the aftershocks faded, Alexander didn’t pull out. He stayed buried inside, arms trembling as he pressed soft, reverent kisses to Adrian’s temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

"I love you," he whispered, voice raw. "I’ve loved you for longer than I knew how to say it. I’m sorry it took me so long to be the man you deserved."

Adrian’s answer was a broken, tear-streaked smile. He cupped Alexander’s face, thumb brushing over his lips. "Perhaps," he whispered. "I might feel something akin to love—"

Alexander laughed, the sound wet and wondering, and kissed him again—slow, deep, forever.

Against the wall, still joined, still trembling, they finally found what they’d both been chasing: each other.