CHAPTER 69: 69: UNDENIABLE HEAT

The kiss was slow, deliberate, devastating.

Alexander didn’t devour this time. He coaxed. His lips brushed Adrian’s once, twice, feather-light, then sealed over them with a tenderness that felt more dangerous than any brutality. His tongue slid in, not demanding, but inviting, tasting every corner of Adrian’s mouth like he was mapping territory he intended to own forever.

Adrian whimpered, the sound muffled against Alexander’s lips. His hands, which had been braced against Alexander’s shoulders to push, curled instead, fingers digging into warm skin as he surrendered to the kiss. Alexander’s tongue licked slow, wet stripes along his, curling, retreating, drawing him in deeper until Adrian was chasing it, breathless and needy.

Alexander pulled back just enough to speak, lips still brushing Adrian’s.

"No one," he whispered, voice rough velvet, "no one has ever made you tremble like this."

His hand slipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of the towel, teasing the knot.

"No one has ever made you ache like this."

Adrian’s breath hitched. "Alex—"

"Shh." Alexander’s mouth found the corner of Adrian’s lips, then his jaw, then the sensitive spot just below his ear. His tongue dragged slowly and hotly over the pulse point, tasting salt and skin. "Only I get to do this to you."

The towel loosened under Alexander’s fingers, falling away completely. Adrian gasped as cool air hit his overheated skin, but Alexander’s hand was already there, warm and sure, wrapping around his cock with a grip that was firm but achingly slow.

Adrian’s knees buckled. Alexander caught him, pressing him harder against the wardrobe, pinning him with his body as he began to stroke, long, deliberate pulls from root to tip, thumb circling the slick head on every upstroke.

"God... Adrian, my little secretary," Alexander breathed against his throat, licking a slow, wet line up to his ear. "So hard for me. So fucking wet." Another slow stroke, twisting at the head, spreading precum down the shaft. "Tell me, baby... has he ever touched you like this?"

Adrian could only shake his head, a broken moan spilling out as Alexander’s tongue traced the shell of his ear, then dipped inside, hot and filthy.

"Has he ever made you leak like this?" Alexander’s voice dropped lower, darker. His strokes slowed even more, torturous, savouring every twitch, every shudder. "Made you beg with just his hand?"

"N-no," Adrian sobbed, hips jerking into the touch. "Only, fuck, only you—"

Alexander rewarded him with a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue licking inside again, slow and deep, mimicking the rhythm of his hand.

"That’s right," he murmured between kisses, licking along Adrian’s lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. "Only I get to see you fall apart. Only I get to taste these sounds."

His hand tightened just enough to make Adrian cry out, then loosened again, stroking slow and sweet, drawing it out until Adrian was trembling, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Please," Adrian whispered, voice wrecked. "Alex, please—"

"Please what, love?" Alexander kissed him again, soft and deep, tongue stroking his like a promise. "Please make you come? Please remind me to whom you belong?"

Adrian nodded frantically, clinging to him. "Both, God, both—"

Alexander smiled against his lips, then sank to his knees.

Adrian’s breath stopped entirely, "Alex—" he gasped, excitement and shock freezing his mind.

Alexander looked up at him, eyes dark and reverent, and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the head of Adrian’s cock. His tongue swirled once, twice, then licked a long, wet stripe up the underside, savouring every inch like it was something sacred.

"Only I get to taste you like this," he whispered, voice raw with possession and something softer, something that sounded dangerously like love. "Only I get to ruin you this perfectly."

Then he took Adrian into his mouth, slow and deep, hand stroking what his lips couldn’t reach, and Adrian shattered with a cry that belonged to Alexander alone.

"Oh. My. God!" Adrian trembled, knocking together and he felt himself shooting strings into Alexander’s mouth, his boss!

Things were getting wild between them by day, and he could t tell if he should be excited or scared.

Slowly, Alexander slid Adrian out of his mouth and stood, slamming his mouth on Adrian’s so he could taste himself on his lips.

Adrian shuddered, locking his arms around Alexander’s neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue greedily slipping in to taste any remnants of himself on Alexander’s mouth.

"Boss—"

"Alex, Baby— when I’m like this with you, call me Alex," He whispered against Adrian’s lips, his tongue licking slow stripes against Adrian’s lower lip.

Adrian moaned loudly, his fingers digging into Alexander’s back.

"I want more— I want you, Alex. Fuck me, please," Adrian begged, voice trembling.

Alexander cursed under his breath and wrapped his hand around Adrian’s neck, pinning him to the wardrobe.

His eyes darkened as his breath turned shallow. "Mind what you ask for, Adrian. I’m trying to hold myself back over here —"

"Don’t—" Adrian whispered, his eyes completely dilated and hoody.

Slowly, his hand started to travel down Alexander’s body, sliding over his abs and hovering along his waistband, "Stop fighting it, Alex..." he dipped his hand in, feeling Alexander shudder against him as he traced his fingers along the throbbing length, "You know you want to, Alex. You want to claim me, mark me so I don’t think of anyone else." He wrapped his hand around Alexander’s cock, moaning softly and it spammed in his hand.

"God... fuck me, Alex... please," Adrian whimpered as he stroked Alexander, imagining the hot length branding him again and again.

Alexander was standing with thin eyes.

He was ready to spin Adrian over the wall and slam himself into him, he was ready to risk it all. Adrian’s hand around him was undoing every last vestige of control he had left, his hips snapped forward, fucking Adrian’s hands with brutal urgency.

"Please, Alexander," Adrian suddenly slid his hand out of Alexander’s pants, taking Alexander’s hand and placing it on his waist.

Alexander groaned, missing the friction heat as he was about to release. He snapped his eyes down at Adrian’s flushed face, hunger and anger flashing across his blue eyes.

"You’re messing with me, Adrian," He growled lowly, his hand digging into Adrian’s waist.

Adrian shook his head, biting his lip, "It should be me, Adrian, not my hand... I want you to fuck me, me," He whispered and pressed a hungry kiss on Alexander’s lips, slipping his tongue in to roll it over Alexander’s.

Alexander pulled away, breathless; he pressed his forehead on Adrian, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, "Kneel," he commanded.

Adrian obeyed instantly, his knees bending to press on the floor, his mouth right in front of Alexander’s cock.

He licked his lips and leaned forward but Alexander gripped his chin, his thumb swiping across his lips before pressing into his mouth.

"You toyed with, Adrian, now face the consequences. Open," Alexander’s voice was raw and rough, his eyes locking on Adrian’s shiny eyes and moistened lips.

His secretary was a sight for sore eyes.

Adrian’s heart skipped a bit as he realised what Alexander wanted to do. Slowly, he obeyed, his cock twitching between his legs as he saw Alexander wrap a hand around himself.

"Wider, Adrian," Alexander murmured, his thumb circling Adrian’s lips.

Adrian gulped and opened his mouth wider, his eyes fixed on Alexander’s hand as it slowly started to stroke himself in front of his mouth.

Alexander’s groans were low, his eyes taking in how fixated Adrian was over his hand and his cock. He pushed his hip forward, pushing just his tip into Adrian’s mouth.

"Suck," he commanded darkly.

Adrian blinked up at Alexander as he slowly covered his lips around the tip, sucking it, his tongue greedily swiping around the blunt tip.

The action caused Alexander’s hand to move faster, and Adrian’s mouth was sending him over the edge faster than he thought.

"Fuck... you’re really good with that fucking mouth of yours," Alexander grunted, stroking himself faster and faster as Adrian kept sucking and swirling his tongue around him.

Alexander’s fist moved in tight, punishing strokes, slick with spit and precum, the head of his cock gliding in and out of Adrian’s swollen lips with every thrust of his hips. Adrian’s tongue stayed pressed flat beneath him, a perfect, wet cradle, eyes glassy and fixed upward, worshipping.

"Look at you," Alexander rasped, voice shredded. "Mouth open for me like you were born for this. My perfect little wife."

Adrian moaned around the tip, the vibration ripping a curse from Alexander’s throat. He pulled back just enough to let Adrian’s lips close around the crown again, then dragged himself free with a wet pop, strings of saliva stretching and breaking between them.

"Keep it open," Alexander ordered, breath ragged. "Tongue out. I want to paint that pretty mouth."

Adrian obeyed instantly, mouth wide, tongue resting on his lower lip like an offering. His hands clutched Alexander’s thighs, nails digging in, desperate to anchor himself as Alexander fisted himself right in front of his face, fast and brutal.

"Only I get to see you like this," Alexander growled, eyes locked on Adrian’s. "Only I get to ruin this mouth. Say it."

Adrian’s voice cracked, thick with need. "Only you, Alex. Only ever you."

The words snapped the last thread.

Alexander’s hips jerked, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as the first thick rope of cum lashed across Adrian’s tongue. He aimed the next over those plush, parted lips, watching it drip down Adrian’s chin, then the next, and the next, until Adrian’s mouth was a filthy, glistening mess, white streaks painting his tongue and lips like obscene art.

Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t swallow yet. Just held Alexander’s gaze, trembling, waiting for permission.

Alexander’s thumb swept through the mess on Adrian’s lower lip, pushing it back into his mouth. "Swallow," he whispered, voice raw. "Take every drop of me."

Adrian closed his lips around Alexander’s thumb and swallowed, throat working visibly, eyes fluttering shut on a broken moan. When he opened them again, they were wet with tears and something achingly soft.

Alexander hauled him up by the hair, crushing their mouths together in a slow, filthy kiss, tasting himself on Adrian’s tongue. He licked into him, slow and deep, swallowing the last traces of his own release, claiming every inch of that mouth all over again.

When he finally pulled back, both of them were shaking.

Alexander pressed his forehead to Adrian’s, voice low and reverent.

"You’re mine," he whispered, brushing a thumb over Adrian’s swollen, cum-slick lips. "Every moan, every tear, every fucking heartbeat. Mine."

Adrian nodded, breathless, wrecked, and utterly, irrevocably his.

"Yes, Alex," he whispered back, voice trembling with the truth of it. "Always yours."

"Sir, breakfast is ready," Angelica’s voice spoke behind the door, followed by her soft knock.

Adrian stiffened, his face flushing as he realised that the woman might have heard them.

Alexander caught Adrian’s slight panic and smirked.

"Shy after being so dirty and naughty with me?" He teased, smiling for a split second.

Adrian darted his eyes away, still clinging to Alexander’s body for support.

Alexander sighed and slowly stepped back, breaking the intoxicating contact, leaving Adrian shuddering and exposed. He walked over to the dresser and picked up a crisp, pressed white shirt—Adrian’s uniform.

"Two minutes, Mr. Cole," Alexander commanded, tossing the shirt at Adrian. "Dress. Meet me in the dining,"

Adrian caught the shirt instinctively, his mind reeling. He was trapped, controlled, and now irrevocably desired by the man he was forced to serve. He rushed to dress, the encounter leaving him breathless, his resentment battling desperately against the undeniable heat that Alexander’s touch always ignited.