Coming Between You

The next morning I awoke to the delicious feeling of my nipples being sucked. I opened my eyes and smiled when I saw Adrian looking up at me. I pouted when he pulled away.

“Good morning.” I mumbled. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“Morning’s over, sleepy. I already went in to work, but I claimed owner’s privileges and left at noon. James won‘t be home for at least two hours.” He stroked the soft skin behind my knee as he spoke.

I was glad James was at work. I was eager to spend time alone with Adrian but wasn’t sure how James would take it. James was like a crush; the feelings I felt for Adrian were harder to pinpoint. I tipped Adrian’s chin so I could look into his eyes. Our ménage a trois had been everything I had imagined, but I wanted to make sure that the feelings weren’t one sided.

“Are you sure you don’t have any regrets?” I asked.

“Only one.” Adrian paused and my heart skipped a beat. “I just wish I’d found you first.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant or how his comment fit into our threesome, but I didn’t care. He reached for me and I melted into his arms.

His lips waltzed over my neck and jaw, leaving a damp, tingling path behind. I pulled him to my parted lips, too impatient to wait. There was no gentleness in this kiss. It was all hot need and unspoken feelings. His tongue thrust inside my mouth, but touched places deeper in my body. It still wasn’t enough.

I needed to feel him inside me. I needed that closeness right now. I had to get out from beneath the covers, but I didn’t want to leave the sweetness of his mouth. I fumbled, and finally managed to untangle myself from the sheets. I cried out when he pulled away.

“I just need to get these off,” he gasped.

I watched his muscles ripple as he slipped off his sweaty T-shirt. I felt a pang deep inside me as I realized once again how beautiful he was. I reached down and readied a hand between my legs so I could enjoy watching him take off his grease-stained work pants. He noticed my gaze and swiveled his hips, dragging the zipper down in a torturously slow movement. My blood caught fire. I used one hand to tease my throbbing clit and brought the other up to pinch my tight nipples. My actions caused Adrian to falter a bit, but he quickly met my challenge. Rocking to an unheard rhythm, he slowly shimmied out of his pants. Every movement seemed calculated to bring his stiff erection to my attention. It was working. I lay down on the bed and watched him move towards me. He stopped and we looked into each other’s eyes. I broke the spell by reaching my arms out to him.

When he gathered me into his arms, I felt as though I might shatter into a thousand pieces. The feeling of his crisp chest hairs against my sensitive breasts was the most erotic feeling imaginable. I ran my tongue around the tendons in his neck, relishing the taste of salt on his hot skin. I loved the masculine way he and James tasted. Guilt tapped at my conscience, but I forced thoughts of our third to the back of my mind.

Adrian’s hands were all over my body. I was wound as tight as a spring, and he was winding me tighter. It was as if he knew exactly what turned me on. He varied his touches, caressing me so softly it made me melt. Then he’d drag his callused palms over the softer parts of my skin, causing my entire body to clench in desire. He slowly made his way down my body until his mouth was poised just above my throbbing sex. He ran his fingers through my damp curls and separated my labia. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to scream or weep.

I screamed.

Adrian’s tongue was the focal point of my entire being. He licked at me as if I was his favorite ice cream flavor. Strong, sensual strokes that ended at my extended clit. I never wanted this to end. He slipped a finger into my hot sheath and the first tremors hit me. I gripped his hair and begged him not to stop. Incoherent cries poured from my mouth, a mixture of his name and my moans of passion. He flicked his tongue across my clit in quick succession. I rocked up to meet each touch. My climax broke over me like a tidal wave. I let myself go with it, thrashing wildly. When I stopped trembling, Adrian pulled back and rested his head on my thigh.

“That was amazing.” I managed. He smiled and climbed on top of me. “Not so fast, it’s my turn now.” I told him. “You’ve had me at your mercy, and I think I deserve a chance to return the favor.”

I didn’t give him a chance to object. I pushed him back into the softness of my bed and let my hands express my reverence for his body. He was like a Greek statue come to life. I leaned over him and traced delicate designs on his chest with my tongue. He shuddered when I laved his small nipples. I smiled against his chest and bit him gently. He arched beneath me, and I had to grip the sheets to keep from slipping. I teased his nipples a bit more before I moved south. I licked my way down his chest tasting each rib. I loved listening to his breathing hitch as I made my way to his belly. I licked around his navel, before plunging the tip of my tongue inside it. His erection grew another notch and brushed my chin. I moved my mouth to his hips and his entire body tensed.

I have always been turned on by the jut of a man’s hipbones, and Adrian’s were phenomenal. I kissed my way around them before I opened my mouth and sucked on the sensitive skin there. I was thrilled when he was unable to suppress a groan. I skipped around his hard cock with my tongue, enjoying the frustrated thrust of his hips as he begged me to take him into my mouth. He was growing restless and aggravated, but I knew exactly how far to push him.

A moment before he would have sat up and pulled me up onto him I brought his tight testicles into my mouth. He froze. It was as if he was afraid to breathe, afraid to do anything that would cause me to stop gentle rolling of his balls in my mouth. He was a mouthful, but worth it. I stroked his shaft with my hands until a drop of pre-cum rolled slowly down the head of his cock. Deciding he was primed, I slipped a rubber on him and crawled up his body until I was poised above his stiff penis.

“Can I ride you?” I asked him in a rush. I bit my lip while I waited for his response. I wanted to look down at him while I pleasured myself with his body, but I wasn’t sure how Adrian would feel about me taking control of our passion. Just from our short time together, I realized he was a man who liked being in charge. “Fuck me, Alison,” Adrian’s harsh words were softened by the tender expression on his face. He was giving me a gift- letting me call all the shots. It spoke of a trust between us. I hoped the look in my eyes and the gentle touch of my lips told him that I recognized and appreciated what he was giving me.

I stared into his eyes as I slowly lowered myself onto him. We both gasped as his mushroomed head first slipped inside. When he was sheathed fully inside me, it felt a though he was nudging my womb. It was a disturbingly emotional feeling, as if we were a single person. It was easy to forget that there had been a time when I didn’t have this hot, intimate connection with Adrian.

I rose back up until he was just teasing my entrance and then slammed myself onto him. His thighs clenched beneath me. I rode him hard, forcing him to meet my thrusts. He tried to change the rhythm, but I refused to let him. I needed this right now. He finally realized he couldn’t win and quit fighting. Soon we were both dripping sweat and breathing hard. I leaned forward so my clit was jolted with each stroke. My climax rushed over me and my nails pierced his skin. His fingers pinched into my hips and it was just enough. I came, screaming like a banshee. Every inch of my skin was on fire. Adrian pulled me closer and bit my shoulder. The combined pain and pleasure of our orgasm was like nothing I had experienced before. I was still shaking from the aftermath of it when he stood up and sighed.

“I may have to promote someone to manager so I can take more half days,” Adrian teased as he disposed of his condom. He was thoughtful enough to knot the end so it wouldn’t leak in my trashcan.

“Yeah, there are definite benefits to being your own boss.” It seemed weird to talk about something so normal after sharing such an intimate moment. “Working from my apartment has been the best decision I ever made.”

“The best? Are you sure?” Adrian caressed his cock, which was already growing hard. I couldn’t believe the stamina of this man.

“Oh definitely. Although, I have the feeling things may be looking up soon.” I looked at his penis and he laughed.

“Let’s have an early dinner and order a pizza. I don’t think any of us are going to feel like cooking tonight,” he said.

“Good idea, I’m going to take a shower though. Would you mind calling it in? I don’t care what you get as long as it doesn’t have any bell peppers.” I forced my tired muscles to carry me to the bathroom.

“Okay, sausage and anchovy it is!”

I rolled my eyes. As if anyone actually ate anchovies!

Apparently they did.

I exited my shower to the unique smell of fish and cheese. I looked at the pizza box in disbelief.

“Is this a joke?”

“Hey, this is James and my favorite. You said anything was fine,” Adrian said after he swallowed. He took another bite and smiled. “You should at least try it.”

I walked over to the box and peeked in. It looked disgusting, round sausages and tiny fish decorated the expanse of the pizza. I placed the least ornamented slice on my plate and sat down. I sniffed. It was a mistake. I quickly set it down.

“Aw, come on. I swear it’s better than it looks.” He took a huge bite to demonstrate. “See?”

I was saved from comment when James walked in the door. My smile faltered when he glanced at us and then walked into the kitchen without saying a word. I looked at Adrian, but he seemed as confused as I was. I walked over to the kitchen and stood in the doorway. James was leaning against the sink with a coke in his hand.
“Hey James, how was work today?” I asked.

“Fine.” He answered without even looking at me. I was trying to keep my patience, but it was hard. I liked James, but sometimes it felt like I lived with a teenage girl. He would get pissed for no reason at all and take it out on me.

“We ordered pizza. I don’t think you’ll like it, though. It has anchovies on it.” I said.

“My favorite.” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. I walked towards him, but the smile disappeared immediately. He turned his back to me and fiddled with the faucet.

I was about ready to lose it when Adrian’s hand fell on my shoulder. I looked up at him and he shook his head. I took a deep breath and nodded. I followed him back into the living room.

“Okay, do you know why he’s pouting?” I asked. I was trying to keep my voice down, but Adrian winced.

“He may just be feeling awkward after last night,” he said. “You know how sensitive James is. Why are you so frustrated?”

“I don’t know,” I said, but I knew it was a lie. I was mad at James because I was afraid. I was worried that he regretted having sex with me, and my ego didn’t want to consider that possibility.

Adrian didn’t say anything. He just waited.

“I’m just feeling a little insecure right now,” I finally admitted.

“There’s no reason to. The fact that James may be getting cold feet has nothing to do with you.” Adrian slid an arm around my shoulders. “This is a very different experience for him. He may not be ready.”
Intellectually, I realized that. It was my emotions that were having a hard time accepting
James’ withdrawal. Even though I’d known that this was a possible reaction, it hurt.

“Don’t worry, Alison, I’m sure everything will work out fine.”

I was about to respond, but James entered the room.

“Hey James, would you like some pizza?” I asked.

“No thank you, I grabbed something after work.” He still wasn’t looking me in the eye. I was getting aggravated again. “I have some errands to run. I‘ll see you guys later,” he said.

“Are you just going to avoid me?” The words were out of my mouth before I realized it. I didn’t care. I wanted to know what was going on.

“Right now? Yes.” James walked out of our apartment without looking back.

The night went downhill from there. James’ abrupt departure made Adrian and I snappish. There was an awkwardness between us that hadn’t been there earlier. I had hoped to spend another wild night with the two of them, but that was obviously out of the question now.

Adrian helped me put the uneaten pizza away. He offered to make me dinner since I hadn’t eaten, but my appetite seemed to have vanished along with my roommate. We cleaned up in silence. We both had a lot to consider.

“Do you think he’ll be back tonight?” I asked when we had finished doing the dishes.

“I’m not sure, Allison. You know how James is.”

“That isn’t much of an answer.”

“Fine, no, I don’t think he’ll be back tonight, okay? Why are you taking this so personally? He just needs to cool off.”

“I live with him, Adrian. I have every right to be concerned.” I was clenching my jaw so tight it hurt.

“I don’t want to fight. I think both of us are too stressed to talk about this right now.”

“You’re right. I think I need to sit down with a glass of wine. Do you want to join me?” I grabbed two wine glasses.

“I’d really like to, Allison. I’m just not sure if that would be for the best right now. If James does come home tonight, I think you’ll want to talk to him I-” He kept speaking, but I’d quit listening.

“Goodnight Adrian.” I stopped his excuses by kissing him on the mouth. He returned my kiss for a second, but only for a second. As soon as it was over, he left.

I leaned against the closed door and my vision tilted. This couldn’t be happening. How was it fair for me to find such pleasure and then have it snatched rudely away? I almost wished I’d never approached James. I’d at least had my fantasies to keep me company before. Now I had nothing.