Fou d'Amour

Chapter 16 [diirty]

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Geez! Okay then. We'll just lay here...buuut I am very sexually frustrated now."

"Why? Because of me?"

"Eww, no...I haven't been able to masturbate in roughly three days now and---"

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"What? You wanted a explanation."

"You can't say things like that."

"What...maaastuurbaaation?"

"Stop it! That's shameful."

"Why? Everyone does it, and it feels so good!"

"I don't care, it's weird."

"Prude...I'll do it in the bathroom."he stood up. I grabbed his wrist.

"N-No, it doesn't have the same soundproofing as this room does."

"Hey, would you rather know about my violent or sexual tendencies? 'Cause I can get off to both."

"I'm going to the bathroom. You better be done when I'm back."

"No promises."he grinned, unbuckling his jeans.

I needed a shower; I felt physically dirty. I also felt a deep desire within me. Pushing it away, I stripped and stepped past the curtain.

After showering, I put on a bathrobe opened the door. However, he wasn't quite there yet, but close enough to have lost complete control of himself. He was clutching his bandaged stomach with one hand and the other...well, it's obvious where the other hand was.

"Juliet, please."he panted. "I can't...f-finish me off...please!"

If I didn't, he'd probably be doing this all night, or he would rip open his stitches.

"Open your legs wider."

"Don't tell me what to...haaah!"I removed his shivering hands and replaced them with mine and my mouth. He cursed, completely winded and it didn't take much of his thrusting, groaning and pleas to go faster and harder (which I did try to do) to make him come down my throat.

He collapsed onto my bed, gasping.

"Holy fhuck...you should've warned me before putting your mouth on me. That felt too good."he breathed, his eyes drooped in euphoria. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I coughed. "Oops, I should've pulled out, huh?"

I took a bottle of water out from under my bed.

"Do you want me to...?"he signalled with his hands. Hot and red, my eyes widened at what he just suggested.

"No. Just...stay there."I chocked, laying down. "I'm going to sleep."

"But you're wet."

You don't say!

Slipping into my pyjamas, I grabbed my hair dryer.

"Let me, it's the least I can do." Adrien offered, taking the drier out of my hand.

"Be gentle."I asked. He smiled and nodded as I handed him the dryer. He walked over to my dressing table and retrieved a comb and band.

He held up the band.

"What's this?"

"Erm, a hair band."

"Of course, sorry I didn't know the English for bandeau."

"Understandable." I replied as he swung his leg around me after he plugged in the drier.

"Hot or cold?"