SWEETEST SIN

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Oliver Bennett gasped as he felt fingers wrap around his length, jerking him with sure strokes.

“Adrian…” He breathed, opening beautiful green eyes which were glazed with lust to gaze up into the intense amber eyes above him.

“Let go, baby,” Adrian whispered as he rocked his lower body, plunging into Oliver faster, deeper, and harder, his thrusts growing more frantic. His compelling eyes, which were dilated from breath-stealing bliss, never left Oliver’s lust-filled eyes even once. “Come for me.”

Raw whimpers spilled from Oliver as his entire body locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release. Their eyes remained locked together. And then Oliver felt it…a warm tightening inside his chest, a feeling so overwhelmingly intense it rendered him breathless. And at that very moment…that split second just before he fell off the edge, Oliver Bennett knew he’d lost his heart to Adrian Graham. Shit!

Oliver exploded onto his belly in long hard spurts, some going above his head to splash against the headboard. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his body convulsed violently on the bed.

“Oh my god,” he gasped as he tried to take deep breaths. His cock was still spurting onto his stomach. “God…” He felt so overwhelmed with emotions it felt as though his chest might explode along with his cock.

And looking down at the man lost in so much pleasure, Adrian was awed. Goddamnit, Oliver was something to behold when he came. He wished he could hold off his own impending orgasm and stay inside the nerve-rich tissue of Oliver’s channel for a while longer. But he didn’t stand a chance against those mind-blowingly sweet contractions around his length. He felt his orgasm start in his lower back, race up and then down his spine, slam into his balls, and then explode through his throbbing hardness.

“Fuck.” Adrian roared as he gave in to his own urgent release, filling the condom with his hot essence. When the last spasm faded, Adrian collapsed partially onto Oliver. “Gonna fucking kill me, Olly,” he murmured breathlessly. He was feeling satiated and utterly boneless. When Oliver didn’t respond with his usual flippant comeback, Adrian leaned on his hand and looked down at Oliver’s flushed face. His eyes were closed. “Hey, you okay?” Adrian whispered.

Oliver nodded and then opened his eyes. “I’m fine.”

Adrian stared down into beautiful green eyes. Those eyes never ceased to amaze him. They were eyes that pulled a person into them. And that was exactly what it had done the first day he’d laid eyes on Oliver. Oliver hated it when he was called beautiful but…those eyes, that face, his sexy model-like body, and even his sandy blonde hair with its casual messy haircut, made the man beautiful. And as if that wasn’t enough, those dimples just made Oliver so fucking adorable. Adrian tenderly brushed away the wet lock of hair that had fallen over Oliver’s eyes and closed the gap between them to touch his mouth to Oliver’s. Then he gave him a kiss so sweet a shiver passed through both of them. When he released Oliver’s lips, Adrian ran his thumb slowly against his lower lip, almost as if he was trying to lock them into memory.

Adrian gently pulled out of Oliver, shifted onto his back, and got rid of the condom. He then reached for the hand towel on the bedside table and tenderly wiped the cum off Oliver, himself, and the headboard. When he was done, he flopped onto his back beside Oliver and flung his arm across his eyes, trying very hard not to feel guilty. Both men lay there in silence, each lost in thought till Adrian’s cell phone started ringing. He didn’t need to pick up to know who was calling. He sat up on the bed and picked it up.

“Hey.” He said softly but the surprise in his voice couldn’t be masked. After listening for a while, smiling the whole time, he stood up. “I’ll be there soon.” He slowly placed the phone on the bedside table and then turned to look down at the gorgeous man on the bed. “I have to go.”

Oliver nodded but didn’t move. He watched as Adrian walked towards the en-suite bathroom, admiring his gloriously tight body. The man’s muscles were hard, well defined, boldly masculine, and undeniably virile. Adrian Graham was sexy as fuck. With a sigh, Oliver rolled out of bed and reached for his sweatpants and t-shirt. After pulling them on, he headed for the bathroom, knowing instinctively that Adrian needed him.

In the bathroom, Adrian threw the hand towel into the laundry basket, washed his cock, and then just stood there staring at his face in the mirror. What the fuck had he gotten himself into, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. His heart was pounding so hard he was scared he might be coming down with something. Why should it be so difficult to pursue some happiness? He deserved it like any other human being, didn’t he? Adrian saw Oliver enter the bathroom and dropped his head to stare down at his hands. He’d gripped the basin so tightly his knuckles had gone white. When he felt Oliver’s hands wrap around him from behind, he let out a deep breath and leaned against him. He needed him so bad. They hadn’t been together for long but Oliver kept him sane. He kept him grounded. He’d become his rock. Oliver had filled a hole inside him that Adrian hadn’t even known was there.

“It is well,” Oliver said softly, sensing the struggle going on within the man he’d just realized he loved with all his heart. He felt him trembling and wished he could take his pain. But Oliver had his own pain to deal with too. He wanted Adrian for himself…just for himself. But that was not possible so he had his own burden. He rested his head on Adrian’s back and held him till his trembling subsided.

Oliver unwound his arms from around Adrian and pulled a towel from the drawer. Then he turned Adrian to face him and proceeded to wipe the water off him. Then leaving the towel on the marble counter, he took Adrian’s hand and drew him back into the bedroom. Oliver sat on the bed and watched as Adrian pulled on his clothes. And as he watched him, Oliver had to suppress the moan that threatened to burst from his throat. Dr. Adrian Graham was not only compellingly gorgeous but he was also sexy as sin.

Adrian was absolutely, completely, totally male, and utterly yummy. From his beautiful silky black hair, his strong handsome face, the broad expanse of his shoulders, muscled chest, flat firm stomach, his strong firm muscled thighs, flanking that startlingly massive cock, his long masculine legs dusted with dark hair, right down to his toes…he was a work of art. And Oliver had never seen a man look sexier in a suit. Adrian was one sexy hunk. Oliver’s eyes lifted up to meet Adrian’s amused ones when he heard him clearing his throat loudly.

“Done looking? ‘Cause I want to sit and wear my shoes.” Adrian drawled teasingly, a smoldering look in his eyes.” At Oliver’s embarrassed groan Adrian laughed. “You know if you continue to look at me like that it’s going to create problems don’t you?”

“Fuck you, Adrian,” Oliver muttered, looking away from Adrian’s mockingly handsome face. He still watched as he pulled on his shoes.

Oliver never got tired of watching that hot specimen of male body. And as if Adrian’s good looks was not enough, he was a brilliant doctor who had accomplished so much for himself he was respected and admired by everyone who knew him. It was not surprising his hospital was one of the most patronized private hospitals in the country despite how expensive it was. Oliver felt he was lucky to even hold the man’s attention for five minutes. Although they always made sure not to draw attention to the fact that they were together, Oliver lived for the moments he got to spend with Adrian. Who wouldn’t? The man was an amazing person…both in and out of bed. Oh, he had it real bad, Oliver thought chuckling and drawing Adrian’s attention to him.

The corners of Adrian’s mouth lifted slightly in a smile as he stared at Oliver. “Do I want to know?” He asked in that sexy voice that never ceased to melt Oliver.

“No,” Oliver said drawing a chuckle from Adrian.

Adrian picked up his car keys and cell phone and went to pull Oliver off the bed and into his arms. “Fuck, I’m missing you already.” He groaned. “Till tomorrow.” He said, still not letting go of Oliver.

Oliver nodded, knowing very well that Adrian was not going to wait till the following day to get in touch. He would find a reason to call or text him during the night. Oliver never complained. He looked forward to those moments. It felt good to know Adrian was thinking about him even when he was with…her. Oliver sighed.

“See you tomorrow,” Oliver said, rising onto his toes to kiss Adrian softly on the mouth. “Drive safe.” He said quietly as he sat back on the bed.

Oliver watched the sadness on Adrian’s face as he nodded and headed out the door. When he heard the front door close, he buried his face in a pillow and let out a scream. Oliver Bennett never pictured his life like that…being a side chic…twink…man….whatever. He never dreamt he would be a homewrecker. Jason, his best friend had warned him never to call himself a homewrecker but that was what he was.

Adrian was a married man for fuck’s sake. What they were doing was wrong. But he couldn’t bring himself to call it quits no matter how hard he tried. Oliver had always been a just person…well until he laid eyes on the sexy doctor for the very first time. It had felt like he’d been hit by a thousand volts of electric energy.

Oliver remembered that day as if it was just the day before...