My Experiment | Adam Uthman x Female Reader

Chapter 9 -This Won't Do

https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLdFRO0HxzuYtm-_yjTc3tT9jbOZ6wZP-6

Idk if It'll work but it's a whole playlist that has spicy music in my opinion. I'll make an official playlist eventually for all songs used in this book. The ones I recommend tho are:

Intensified - K3NT4!
So Right - K3NT4!
Tell Me You Love Me - K3NT4!
Without You - K3NT4!
Come Back To Me - K3NT4!
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Adam's Point of View
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As her petite figure disappears into the bathroom, I can't help but get even more erotic images of her. I'm respectful, of course, and I wouldn't do anything to her that would make her uncomfortable, but she's teasing me.

She knows damn well what she's doing to me.

My cock hardens at the images in my head. I close my eyes in an attempt to calm down, but it only makes it worse. I groan out of annoyance. It'd be too risky to relieve myself now, especially when the one giving me the images is in the other room.

"Adam!" Her voice brings me out of my high. I look over to see her head peeking out. "I need clothes. I don't have any." Her cheeks are tinted red, and part of her h/l hair falls over her eyes.

"Well, of course you don't," I reply, making my way over to the dresser and pulling out some clothes for her to wear. I can feel her e/c eyes watching my every movement. I spin around to greet her, her cheeks glowing even more.

"Took you long enough." She mutters, yanking the clothes out of my hand.

"Please be quick, petite biche. There are things we need to talk about."

"Uh-huh." She hollers, the shower beginning to run in the background.

I sigh and plop back down in bed, the mattress squeaking under my weight. I close my eyes, and another erotic image of Y/N pops up. I blink my eyes open and let out a breath. I can barely do anything without thinking of her pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.

My phone starts to buzz rapidly as I think of things I really shouldn't. I reach for my phone next to me on my bed and a gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach forms when I see who the caller is.

Elizabeth.

I take a deep breath and answer.

"You're on speaker."

"Is Y/N there? She hasn't been answering her phone." I cringe at the way her voice grates against my ears.

"How'd you get my number? I blocked you." I say, my eyes darkening. "And why do you want to know if she's here or not?"

She scoffs. "Don't worry about it, just answer my question." She hisses. "And I'm her roommate, we live together. Of course, I'll wonder where she's at!"

"Does it matter if she's with me or not?" I glance at the bathroom door, a small smirk pulling at my lips.

"Well, no, not really...I just need to make sure she's okay." She breathes. "She has...tendencies... and I want to make sure she doesn't give into them."

"She didn't text you and suddenly the world's on fire?" I snap. "And I know about her -in better words- addiction, so she's with me for the night. Told her she could spend the night at my place. Happy?"

Her gasp is audible. "Why didn't she just text me? I could've picked her up!" I hear her jump up and sprint to the door. "I'm coming over right now."

I sit up abruptly. "No, you're not. She's fine. I answered your question now answer mine: how'd you get my number if I blocked you?"