***ADRIAN'S POV***
I was seated on the edge of the bed in my bedroom. Despite it being King-sized, I felt as if it was so little and pressing in, threatening to crush me.
My thoughts weren't any better as I was lost in them. Lost in the memories of the previous night I desperately wanted to forget.
But I couldn't. No matter how I tried. I always heard the thick voice of the man who told me to keep shut and enjoy the pleasure.
And this left me quite confused. I remembered the sensation vividly—the pleasure that overtook me in waves. It had felt good. Too good. But that only deepened my shame now.
I remembered consenting to the first touch from the first man. But the flashes in my mind of a broader frame and of a second voice suggested something else happened, something I hadn't agreed to but my body did.
But what I couldn't understand was why there were scenes replaying in my head where I believed my virgin hole must have been used by another. The second of the two men I'd found in the room, because from the broad shoulders I recalled, the first man I'd met was slim and had a tall build, just like me.
"Just relax and try not to resist the temptation," he'd teased as his lubed finger had slide into my ass then.
I had just returned from the restroom. I'd felt this need to answer nature's call and had awoken very late in the midnight to.
It had taken me time to locate where the restroom was as I had been half sleepy, but I did eventually. It was my father's lounge. Of course, I was to know my way around the rooms in the penthouse I was the heir to.
And a few minutes after I returned to the bed, I'd felt a warm arm coating me into an embrace. Holding me so tightly as if letting me go would make me disappear from the face of the earth.
I had wanted to sneak myself out of the embrace and unclasp the arm wrapped tightly around me, but I couldn't bring myself to.
It was as if I was hypnotized. Lost in the sensation. And because I was to get married to my father's choice the very next day, I had excused it as giving myself a treat before I got into the life-binding contract of marriage.
"Just relax," the voice advised again, but my cock got instantly hard in my undergarments betraying me by flexing wildly.
"I can't relax, this is too weird for me," I managed to mutter as I fell into remembering the gay porn videos I always spent time in my room watching.
I didn't even attempt to stop what was happening to me but wanted to utter the word to make it look as if I was being forced. I was straight. I reminded myself and homosexuality was something I'd never be a part of, not now, not ever.
I blamed the alcohol somewhat for what had happened earlier with the blowjob, but the truth was that I only had a few glasses and I wasn't remotely hammered by them, and I had known what I was doing… or in that case not doing… just allowing whatever happened to happen. Just as I was with the second man cuddling my ass.
I was hard again. So hard it hurt. If I'd been alone in my room, I'd have lined myself up, not slow nor gentle. I would have beat myself till a great load of liquid came out and to the floor.
But since I was with company, one whose fingers were in my ass massaging my hole with lubricated fingers, I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I couldn't bring my hand to my member. Not with the heavily drunk and husky man on me.
Before I knew it, he'd pushed his cock into my ass with a firm thrust that made me jolt forward, fingers clutching at the bed edge.
He pushed in deeper, slow and firm. The stretch pulled a deep gasp from my throat.
But he had gripped my waist hard, burying his cock deeper, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in me.
I found myself at a crossroad. I wanted to protest. How I was straight and wasn't gay. How my father punished his servants who happened to be gay in their packs. How a death penalty was even being reached for, for those who dared to go against the natural order of being straight.
But nothing escaped my lips. No words could form despite my parted lips. And as the man began to move up and down in rhythmic thrusts into me, I found myself moaning out loudly to a pleasure I had been trained to despise but yet couldn't resist.
I remained silent as he slid his boner in and out of my ass.
I couldn't believe I was having full-blown sex with a stranger. And through the ass of all places.
My first time having sex being with a man fucking me! I'd always been reserved. Knowing I wasn't attracted to women, I'd always kept my distance from them. Even from one-night hook-ups despite the number of ladies who always threw themselves at me, trying to seduce me.
I didn't know when I began to move up and down the greased pole that was inside of my ass.
This stranger had been filling a void inside of me that I didn't know existed. He was stretching me and had been stretching me in ways that I didn't know would feel so extraordinary.
I loved the way his tool thudded inside of me. I loved the fluttering in my belly when he was all the way inside. Shit, I loved him. I loved all of him and what he had been doing to me.
Whenever he was balls deep, I would slowly circle my hips before I slid back up. He seemed to really like that because it showed in how he continued each time.
Four minutes later, the stranger rolled me over, with his arms wrapped around my back. He bracketed my waist with his legs and started to fuck upwards.
He gave me long, deep strokes. The kind that made his cockhead kiss my prostate. The kind that caused a current to flash through my entire being.
The whole situation was so dirty and painful to me at first. But it was so hot at the same time that I forgot about the pain that had turned into soft pleasures.
He entered me again, and this time, he really got going. I felt him close to climax as his thickness in my ass began to soften.
So he began his last pumping and rammed into my asshole like a madman. The smacking noise of his pelvis slamming against my behind filled the air.
The battering hurt me a little bit, but I didn't want to tell him to stop.
When the stranger had rolled over and fell back on the bed, dozing off back to sleep, I had seen a big snake tattoo that extended from his back to his chest.
I wanted to stand up to check the face of the man I'd been with but stopped.
There was no need to. The man was drunk and would probably not remember me the next day, so I let it slide.
The way I was going to let the night slide, until I met Landon Hayes.
"Adrian?…" A voice called, jolting me back from my trance.