Falling From Disgrace by L Maretta

he was pushed over onto his back when Adrianna moved to turn them so that she could sit astride him.  Still pressing their bodies as close together as possible, she began to move her hips, her knees scraping the rough carpet beneath them while her mouth assaulted his.
     
    She loved him, she loved him, she did, and she chanted the words over and over though only in her head as she rode him.  Jack’s hands caressed the skin of her back, moving lovingly over her scar before settling on her backside to help her move on top of him.
     
    Adrianna pulled away to lean back but Jack was discomforted by the loss of her skin pressed against his.  He sat up, pulling his love close and then helped her wrap her legs around his waist.
     
    There.  That was better.
     
    He rocked them back and forth, the pleasure building from right at the tip of his cock and spreading through his groin and into his belly.  He grit his teeth and threw his head back, forcing himself to impede his climax until Adrianna came again.
     
    “Close,” she told him, noticing his restraint. 
     
    She pushed him back gently so that he was at an angle, his hands bracing him up from behind.  Another slight adjustment and his body hit Adrianna in just the right spot.  She gripped his shoulders and moved herself up and down a few more times and then she was climaxing.  Her walls clamped around Jack’s shaft and with a few more thrusts up into her, he came as well.  Not wanting to taint their love making with an expletive, he bit his bottom lip and groaned deeply through the ride.
     
    “Was I that obvious?” Adrianna yawned a while after they had finished and were lying curled around each other, still on the living room floor.  Her head rested against Jack’s chest and the rise and fall of his breaths were making her sleepy. 
     
    Jack stroked her arm and asked her what she meant.
     
    “With the pills?”
     
    Jack thought on that for a moment and then told her, “Someone else probably wouldn’t have noticed but I know the signs.  Being bartender, you learn what addiction looks like.  Also, my father is addicted to Fentanyl.”
     
    “For how long?” Adrianna asked, afraid to hear the answer.
     
    “It started when I was in high school so about sixteen years, I think.”
     
    Adrianna shuddered when she tried to imagine living as she was for another fourteen years.  That would put her into her forties.   “You said he ‘is addicted’.  Does that mean he still takes them?”
     
    “He uses patches but yes, he’s still on it.  He suffers from chronic pancreatitis which is extremely painful, and they treated him with morphine in the hospital but when he got out he was prescribed the Fentanyl.  He was only supposed to use it to manage the pain but it didn’t take long for him to need it to function day to day.”
     
    “Has he tried to stop?”
     
    Jack stopped stroking her arm and swallowed loudly before answering .  “No.  My mom and I both tried to get him help several times but he refused.  My mother couldn’t handle it anymore and so she divorced him.  About five years ago my father told me he didn’t want to see me anymore.  I went to visit him and he looked awful and I begged him to get help.  He told me if I was going to lecture him not to visit anymore.  I haven’t seen him since.”
     
    Adrianna thought about what it would be like to get to that point in her life, when she’d cut herself off from the only family she had, her mother and father, and live the rest of her life alone with only her precious pills.  It scared her to death.  She had to do something now, before years went by and she was middle aged and forlorn.
     
    “Tell me about what it’s like for you,” Jack stated after another few minutes of silence.  “How did it happen?”
     
    Adrianna shook her head and told him, “I’m not sure, exactly.  I was also given morphine in the hospital but after, the doctor gave me the prescription for