I Still Love You..

5: Why do I Love This so Much? Why do I Love Him Like This? Lute's POV

I lay there on Adam's lap, panting. I just sucked him off. I can't fucking believe it. He came in my fucking mouth. Fucking deepthroated me. I'm never going to look at this man the same. Training is going to feel different. What are we even now? Still friends..? Or.. Or a couple..? I don't know.. He's still drunk, so I guess it's not really set in stone at all.

I feel his hand petting my head, and I feel a strange sense of comfort. I don't know why. But, I'm not complaining about it. I close my eyes, but as I do, an imagination of something comes up in my mind.

I'm laying under Adam. We're both naked. He's drilling into me so hard. It's painful, but oh my fucking God it feels good. I open my eyes, startled, but all because of that, I feel wetness down there. Fuck. It's fucking soaking my panties. What the fuck do I do? Shit. I squirm slightly.

Adam seems to have noticed this, his face having that smug, shit-eating grin as he asks, "You doin' alright there, sweetie?"

I just nod because what the fuck else can I say? I'm wet as fuck, but I can't say that, because then he's going to try and fuck me. No. Fucking. Way. Will I let that happen. Not even for a million heaven-bucks. This guy's my friend. Best friend even. No way am I getting fucked by him.

But then again, why the fuck did I have that image play in my head? And.. I fucking liked it.. Loved it even. I don't like Adam that way. Surely not? 

After a minute, I feel Adam's arm snake around my waist and he pulls me into his lap. However, with doing this, his other hand moves to my thigh, but dangerously close to my inner thighs. I feel a little uncomfortable, but then again, he's not doing anything right now.

"Hey, Danger-tits, you deserve a reward for doin' that." Adam says with a smirk.

I tense.

What the fuck does he mean?

And just as my thoughts are rapidly running, I feel his hand graze across my privates.

What. The. Fuck. Is. He. Doing?

He moves his hand to my stomach, gently rubbing it. It comforts me, but then he moves his hand to my breast. I instantly pull away and get off of his lap, stepping back.

I stand there, quite startled by all of this; this entire situation being hard to process. I flinch slightly as Adam stands up. He approaches me, and I gulp as he finally reaches, me, towering over me. Though, I don't act scared. I try to be brave.

He grabs me by the wrist and waist, pulling me roughly to the bed. Once he got me onto the bed, he moves his hand under my shirt. Fuck. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I don't want this. But.. the other part of me told me that I need this.. I do want this. No, I don't. Fuck! Why can't I decide. But as I'm thinking, my shirt and bra's already off. I haven't resisted. I'm fully committed now.

I feel Adam put me in the middle of the bed. Then, he climbs on top of me, pinning me down. I feel a few kisses on my neck, making me shudder. I watch his movements carefully. Fuck.. He's trailling down my chest. Eventually, he takes a breast into his mouth, and I let out a stifled groan. I gasp as he bites my nipple, letting it go and rolling his tongue around it.

Fuck.

Why do I love this so much? Why do I love him like this?