My tongue slid inside Addison's warmth as my hands moved down to grab her hipbones. Scorching heat filled my balls. Not being buried inside her became almost unbearable. She shuddered violently in my arms as I slid my tongue deeper into her moist heat, hitting the right spot, while the pad of my thumb played with her engorged clit. Every moan exiting her mouth increased the inferno burning in me. "Wilde, you taste like forbidden, and I want more. I crave more," I said after I caught my breath and plunged right back in, circling her throbbing mound with the tip of my tongue and nipping it with my teeth.
Cries of pleasure left her mouth. Her moans made my cock grow harder until it was painful and I was ready to burst. This girl would shatter me. And I didn't care. Her fingertips pressed into my skull while she thrust her hips and sought her climax. Her pelvis buckled from the mattress. I assaulted her pussy with faster strokes from my tongue.
With her desire coating my fingers, I inserted my pinky into her tight hole. A high-pitched whimper left her mouth. Opening her legs wider, she relaxed, granting me access. The erotic view triggered a new surge of arousal in me, and I pushed my digit further in, relishing the tightness surrounding it.
Accelerating the pace, I thrust my fingers into her pussy back and forth. Every mewling she let out brought me closer to my own release. Moving to sit on my ankles, my hand still working her, I gripped my cock with my free hand, pumping myself. Even if I tried, I couldn't avert my eyes from the perfection of Addison's body undulating before me. I leaned back between her legs and sucked on her clitoris. Her walls clenched around my fingers. She was close. I could feel the orgasm building, about to crash through her.
I caught her eyes, half-masted, and I balanced myself over her to kiss her lips.
"More," she muttered, pulling away, her head arching into the pillow.
Her tongue licked the seam of her reddened lips, before she chewed on them, her teeth bound to leave permanent marks when she went rigid underneath me. My own body tensed, about to rupture to shreds. It took everything I had to not explode. My hand returned to my dick, pumping it with zeal and chasing additional relief. In vain. Addison Wilde, spread on her back, naked and at my mercy, only multiplied my hunger for her. Sweat glistened in the valley between her breasts. Her back arced, offering herself to me. Utterly and completely.
"You really like it dirty, sweetheart?" I asked as I tilted my head back, desperate to breathe some fresh air while I watched her abandon herself to my fondling.
The bliss painting her face filled me with pride and revived me. She was a beautiful woman, but right now, she was drop-dead gorgeous with her flushed cheeks and gleaming eyes when she locked them on mine.
Something passed between us. The air charged with a million volts.
She trembled, and with my mouth back to licking her, I savored every drop of her release when she convulsed against my tongue.
The sounds emanating from her were a melody I could never get enough of.
My dick twitched. I couldn't ignore him anymore.
"Condom?" I asked through gritted teeth.
Addison pushed herself up on her elbows until our faces leveled. "I think we're way past that, Tuck. Now get this monster dick of yours where it belongs."
"You asked for it.”
Removing my hand from between her legs, I moved on top of her until my knees rested on each side of her chest. Lifting her into a semi-seated position, I fisted her hair and pulled on it, forcing her neck to arc. I pushed my cock into her mouth in one violent move. My hand held her head in place while my hips jerked back and forth, my body unable to stay ignored for another second.
Surprise lit up her eyes, morphing into elation. And lust.
A gurgling sound escaped her mouth as I filled her deeper, and soon her hands splayed on my ass cheeks, increasing the rhythm of my thrusts and pushing me further down her throat.
Her moans of pleasure mixing with the suckling sounds of her mouth were all I could hear.
"Oh, you like it naughty too, sweetheart?”
She bobbed her head. Fast. All my restraints deserted me. "Don't worry. Soon you'll feel me everywhere. I swear."
Her cheeks hollowed, and I cursed at the ceiling.
Not ready to shoot my load just yet, I inched back, forcing her to release me.
"But—" she tried to argue. Before she could complain, I jumped to my feet and discarded every piece of clothing left on me.
Positioned between her legs back on the bed, the tip of my cock teased her entrance. Addison stopped me with one hand before I could enter her. "Put your finger back in my ass, Tuck. I love it when I'm full." Damn. This woman. It was as if she knew how to break me with just her words.
I leaned over her and smashed my mouth on hers, relishing the taste of her on my tongue, unable to resist those pouty lips any longer. Our tongues fought, hungry and desperate, before finding their pace. My hands caressed every curve and dip, memorizing them feverishly. I couldn't seem to get enough. Still propped on her elbows, Addison curled a hand around the back of my head, keeping me in place while she licked a trail from my lips to below my earlobe, then across my jaw. My fingers returned inside her, to their rightful position, enjoying how she writhed underneath me. Insatiable.
"Tuck, yeah, like this. Oh God—yes, please. Keep going. No. Stop. I need your dick. Now. Oh yes."
Her words made me hard for everything that she was. Leaning forward until I could feast on her slender neck, I continued my exploration, biting her flesh. Collarbones. Crook of her shoulder. I left fresh marks with my teeth. Swell of her breast. Curve of her neck. I devoured everything and missed nothing. I licked her, easing the sting I left behind. My tongue laved one rosy nipple, sucking the areola deep into my mouth. Her hips jerked up from the bed as a sigh left her lips. I combusted. I opened my mouth wider, savoring her flesh. Returning my focus to her pebbled nipple, I twisted the tip between my lips, tugged at it, cherished it.
"Wilde, you taste so fucking sweet."
Her eyes glazed over, lost in her own pleasure.
My fingers increased their tempo, spreading her arousal all over her folds, readying her to welcome my eager length.
My lips closed around the second peak, and the mix of her pale skin and my dark one was intoxicating as I kneaded her round flesh with my palm. With one hand still around the back of my head, the vixen underneath me pulled me closer to her. She searched for my mouth, needy. The pad of my thumb circled her clit, pressing and rubbing. She mumbled something against my mouth that sounded a lot like "Fuck me," and I couldn't wait any longer. I longed to be inside her, buried so deep I could anchor myself there for days.
My dick pulsed, standing tall and proud, squeezed between our bodies and begging to join in too.
As if she could sense its despair, Addison's small hand grabbed it with a firm touch and gave him some unyielding attention. A loud groan parted my lips. The one I couldn't hold inside anymore. She placed me at her entrance, and in one push, I filled her.
Giving her some time to stretch her body around mine, I stayed still, watching the expressions playing on her face.
Surprise. Elation. Desire. Pleasure.
I clenched my teeth while she shifted to accommodate my girth, my restraint liquifying with every second of being still, to give her time to set the pace.
Leaning forward and balancing on one arm, my mouth claimed hers with slow strokes of our tongues. I took my time, soothing the urge until she was ready. "You okay?" I asked.
"Yes. It fills good. Feels good. Whichever pleases you." On her back, she sucked in a breath. "Gimme a sec," she said, her lips a dark shade of pink and her eyes pleading for me to give her my all. "You're pretty big." She rocked her hips slowly, adjusting herself furthermore. "Okay, Tuck. Give it to me. And don't stop. I want it all. The good, the bad, the dirty. Just fuck me like you mean it. Like you should have last night after you sang to me. It was fucking hot."
My balls firmed at the request leaving her mouth. The tip of my spine tingled. I could come right now, but it would never be enough to satiate myself. Sealing my lids and inhaling through my mouth, I braced myself, not ready for it to end before it even began.
My dick pulsated inside Addison, and removing my finger from her rosebud, I leaned back and used both hands to spread her wider, so I could lodge myself even deeper. With her folded legs on each side, I lifted her hips from the mattress as I rammed into her, nearly touching her cervix, wanting to lose myself in her. I pistoned my hips, her body clenching around mine, making it even harder to prolong the pleasure with the rawness of our bodies connecting, the sound of flesh on flesh compelling me to move faster. Her hands fisted the sheets on each side of her. Her lips pursed, begging for more. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her own control evaporated.
The phantasmic vision sent discharges of scorching heat through me.
My body trembled, and my heart palpitated. A brand-new, thrilling sensation, I was experiencing for the first time.
Addison pushed her chest forward, and a pleasing gasp resounded through the room. Followed by a dozen more.
My cock quaked, addicted to every one of her whimpers. To every movement of her voluptuous body.
"Sweetheart, look at me," I begged, breathless, resolved to not miss a second, a look, or an emotion taking over her face as I brought her over the edge. My jaw flexed. "In or out?"
"Don't care. Just mark me, Tuck. Make me forget the idea all men should burn in hell. Make me believe this could all be real. You and me. Just for a day."
I blinked. Addison Wilde was everything I had an obsession for. Fearless, gorgeous, and crazy in her own way. I never slept with the same woman more than a handful of times before, but right here, I knew I could never follow my rules with her. I had a feeling she was like an addictive drug, making me dependent on her brand of loving.
Leaning in, I licked the pearls of sweat adorning her flesh, trying to etch to my memory the feel of her.
She breathed in, and when our eyes connected again, I knew something had shifted in me. An experience impossible to define with words. I felt it down to the marrow of my bones. To the boundaries of my soul.
"Wilde—"
"I know."
Two words. It was all it took to anchor me back to the moment.
Balancing on my hands, I pounded into her. With purpose and abandon.
I smacked her flesh with mine, drawing whimpers from her.
Every sound escaping her luscious lips brought me closer to a release.
Her hips buckled, and her fingertips pressed into my thighs, strong enough to leave bruises. We moved in sync.
I looked at her, really looked at her. The sight of her blonde hair like a halo of light and her face suffused with pleasure fucked with the rules I had set in my head over a decade ago. It did. Now I knew for sure.
All my life, I had concluded that sex was just an exchange of pleasure between two people. Nothing else. Nothing more. That's what I'd always believed. Until now. I closed my eyes. It had to stay that way. For my sake. For both our sakes. Because no, I'd ever get attached to another human being more than I should. I loved challenges but would never put my heart at risk.
Declining to be entranced by Addison's angel face any longer, I withdrew my dick and flipped her around on her all-fours. With her back to my front, I was safe from her long dark eyelashes and the bottomless blue ocean of her eyes.
The view of her backside delectable, my palm gripped a handful of her plump butt. My tongue followed the curve of her spine, from her tailbone to between her shoulder blades.
"Bend down," I ordered.
Her head descended onto a pillow, her ass pointing upward in my direction.
With a jerk of her hips, she pushed her ass closer to my crotch, and I buried into her up to the hilt in one rough stroke.
My hands held her hipbones, guiding her movements.
Molding my torso to her back, I leaned forward, my hands searching for her breasts, shaping them to my palms.
She cried my name each time I hammered into her.
Addison turned her head and captured my gaze. The look she gave me fused every bit of me back together.
Cast under her spell, one I refused to be bewitched by, I averted my eyes.
"Tuuuck.”
The word died on the tip of her tongue. But I heard it. And my name, pronounced in the breathless way she did, unlocked something in me.
I fought hard to stay detached.
My breathing eased once I felt I was regaining some sense of control.
Whatever I did, I couldn't prevent myself from touching her. Everything Addison was transcribed into two words: addictive and forbidden. Tasting her seemed like my birthright and connecting with her my prerogative.
Our bodies moved in a choreographed dance.
I gave Addison everything. And she took it all, meeting me thrust for thrust.
My hand smacked the bare flesh of her ass, and she let out an aphrodisiac moan. My cock hardened even more.
Still on her knees, pushing on her hands to lift her body up, she returned to an all-fours position. Leaning back, I leveled us into a variation of the reverse-cowgirl position, my legs folded and Addison's front leaning against them. With my hands anchored to her, I rammed into her from under, her ass bouncing up and down my thighs, her arousal coating my testicles.
With both hands, I lifted Addison and withdrew from her until I could slide down the mattress. Once her center aligned with my face, I lowered her over my mouth. I played her bundle of nerves with my tongue, pressing and sucking, nibbling and teasing.
She tried to bend forward, her hand reaching for my length, but I clamped her thighs, preventing her from changing position.
I continued my assault on her clit, inserting two fingers, then a third one into her channel and crooking them to hit the spot that would get her to come undone.
Resolved to not miss the look on her face as she came, I detached my mouth from her flesh and flipped us around until I set myself between her legs while she lay on her back. Her ankles locked around my waist. Her arms looped around my neck, keeping me close, and her mouth devoured mine, shooting me with promises I didn't deserve. I felt precious in her embrace. Special. With my eyes shut, because I refused to see the depth of hers and be taken hostage against my will, I kissed her back. Her tongue enticed mine as my hand wound around the back of her neck of its own volition.
Her small hand cradled my cheek, and when I re-opened my lids, she brought my focus back to her. To us. As if she sensed I could get lost in her. That she had to bring me back to the present as my thoughts swirled fast in my head. "Tuck, I'm right here."
We stared at each other for a beat, frozen. Each intake of air burned the lining of my lungs.
Addison kissed me with ardent abandon.
I detached our mouths to ram into her.
Panting, we kept moving together, new waves of pleasure building between us, more potent. More galvanic. The air around us tensed, ready to blow up.
"Still thinking you should take charge, sweetheart?"
I flashed her a wide smirk.
"Nah, I kinda love it when you boss me and flip me around.”
My hands rested on her folded knees, and for a minute, we both got engrossed in the movement of my dick plunging into her.
I grunted and jerked my hips faster.
"Now. Let go," I ordered through gritted teeth, squeezing my jaw tight, about to detonate inside her. Her long legs wrapped tighter around me and secured the physical bond we shared. Addison's hips undulated, and she cried out her orgasm, her head tilting back. I lifted my eyes just in time to see the bliss taking over every one of her features. There. The sight of her cracked an iron layer of my heart. Her inner walls milked my dick, but I got it out just in time to ejaculate all over her full porcelain breasts as I jerked myself once. Twice.
Her gasps, loud and primal, acted like a thousand volts dashing through me.
Her hand wrapped around my manhood, and she finished me to the last drop, my cum branding her in a possessive manner. Something I never did before.
The sight of it pleased the bestial side of me.
Once we both came down from the rush, we stared at each other, our chests reeling fast with every breath we drove in.
Without breaking eye contact, I watched her as she took in the white display I painted on her body.
Her eyes, darker than usual and glued to mine, validated how this little marking session turned her on.
Challenge filled her gaze as she traced a line through my semen.
A smile broke free on her face.
Did she even have any idea how hot she looked right now, covered in my seed?
With a mischievous glare, she brought a coated finger to my lips, urging me to suck on it.
Just when I thought I saw it all.
I blinked, flabbergasted, unsure if I'd landed back from the orgasm that tore through me seconds ago. With a swirl of my tongue, I cleaned her digit.
"Lick me, Tucker." She glanced at me with expectant eyes. With anybody else, I would've refused, but Addison possessed a pull on me that very few people had before. Without questioning her request, my tongue found her hard nipple, drawing circles around it, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and my cum mixed together. It was as intoxicating as the woman it now belonged to.
My fingers pinched her puckered tips, and I moved upward until our mouths collided.
There was no going back.
I caught fire, and now I craved her heat.
With one hand, I pushed her damp hair away from her forehead, searching her eyes.
"I'll push my flight back. I need a do-over. Or a thousand. Fuck, you're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Wilde. I can easily get hooked onto your brand of crazy. Can't wait for more."
"You can't leave me like this," she murmured. "I'm still not fully satiated."
"I'll remedy this. I'd never leave you not fully satisfied."
She nodded, and I kissed her some more. With my arms secured around her, her closeness the only thing I wished for at the moment, we rolled to our sides. I pulled her naked, still covered in my semen, body closer, my heart beating to her rhythm.
Addison bent forward in the large white-tiled shower, and I entered her from behind, her pussy tight around my wooden cock. We'd been going at it for a long while, and until now, I had resisted the urge to come. We stopped counting her orgasms after five.
None of this made sense. Never in my life did I have that much stamina. Addison had woken up something in me, and I feared my dick would fall once we broke apart. It wasn't normal to be jacked up for this long.
With one arm around me, she dug her fingernails into my ass as I speared into her. Her cries reverberated between the glass walls.
"Wilde, if this fuck marathon is a dream, then let me die a satisfied man and never wake up from the euphoria."
My arm circled her waist, and I pushed into her with a purpose, feeling her body vibrating underneath mine. My pulse raced. Addison rose to her tiptoes and wiggled that sexy ass of hers. If I let her, I knew she could end me. Here and now.
I was dying to kiss her nape, to trail my teeth over the softness of her flesh. To make her mine. Here. Now. Forever. But that wasn't a game I was interested in. Our eyes locked over her shoulder, and something shifted in the air. A curve embraced the corner of her lips. My heart jumped in my chest cavity. Aware of her. Painfully so. No matter what, my heart would never enter the equation. It had to be kept safe. From feeling too much. A handful of times in my life, I’d almost failed my own rules. But sanity always reached my brain just in time, preventing me from going into a territory I refused to visit. Love. It wasn't in the plan. Not now. Not ever. And so far, I had succeeded in keeping my emotions separated from sex.
But Jesus, the ravishment on Addison's face sent mixed signals to my head. And to my heart.
"Wilde, I'll come soon," I warned, catching my breath, as I rammed into her, using her hips to balance myself, my legs wobbly.
She pushed away from me and turned around. When she dropped to her knees and engulfed my dick in her warm mouth, I cursed under my breath. Her eyes flared as they met mine. Giving me the most torrid show, she pushed her head back and twirled her tongue around the tip, licking and sucking me as if I had gifted her with the tastiest treat. An overload of sensations filled me. Something in the depths of me tore open. My body was anchored here, but I was floating around.
Unable to stay still, I pressed both arms against the shower walls. No way would I miss any second of this. The vision of this girl sent high voltage to my balls.
"What are—wait—fuck." All the words lodged in my throat. Addison gripped my ass cheeks and pushed my length further down her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.
She raked her nails over my ass, and I came before I could even comprehend what was happening. How did she do this? How did she control my body as if it belonged to her?
I tilted my head back, letting the pleasure race through me.
I was doomed. From now on, every woman I fucked would be compared to Addison Wilde. Whoever named her chose wisely.
My entire self got drunk on her, and I caressed her hair when I unloaded inside her mouth.
She spat my cream on the shower floor. "Not swallowing," she said, meeting my eyes.
"I'll never ask you to."
She returned to her feet, and with my arms around her, my chin pressed to the top of her head as we surfed the aftershock together.
"The next few weeks will be hell without you," I said as I got dressed, ready to leave, an hour later. My midnight flight was leaving in less than two hours, and it was not like me to be running so late. "Breaking the rules had never felt so good. Maybe my dick needs a rest after all. I'm pretty sure it'll be raw for the next few days." I held onto the woman who'd rocked my world so many times I lost count in the last ten hours. With a finger, I tipped her chin up and kissed her. I branded her lips with a promise of more. I'd be back. For round two. Or six. I had no idea anymore. This couldn't be the end.
Addison and I had become two parts of a whole. Yin and yang. I had no idea how to explain it, but I sensed it. In every cell of mine. There was a force, stronger than our combined wills, pulling us together. As if we were supposed to be united. The word attraction didn't cut it. What I felt could only be described as an addiction. It resembled nothing I'd ever experienced in my life.
She dissolved in my mouth. Her hand drew a line across my torso, sending shivers along my spine, from my skull to my toes.
"No strings attached, Tuck. It was clear from the start."
I shrugged, grinning against her pinched lips. "I know. I don't do relationships, remember? And I never implied for more, sweetheart. Still, we'll see each other again at the wedding. Who said we weren't allowed to have some festivities of our own?"
She pushed back, and her smile stole my breath away. "I'm not sleeping with anyone else until we meet again. I like you bare inside me."
"Oh Wilde. No way will I be able to think about anyone else, knowing I'll see you again soon. I still have to tap this pussy of yours. Over and over again.”
"So gentlemanly."
I burst out laughing. "Sorry. You like it dirty, woman. I'll give you dirty. Until you beg me to hold you because your legs are too weak."
"You're not a cuddler, big guy."
"Nah, but I could make an exception. With you. For an hour or two."
"I'll take your word for it." She kissed me one last time and led me to the door as I shouldered my bag. "Dream of me, Tuck. 'Cause I know I'll dream of you every time I touch myself.”
I pivoted to face her. "Don't say things like this, or I'll never make it to the airport in time."
I leaned in to kiss her, but instead, she licked my cheek from my jaw to my temple. Then she nibbled on my earlobe as she whispered, "Until next time, big guy. I bet you'll come running before those six weeks are over."
"I can resist you."
"Impress me then."
She pushed me out of her suite, grinning. Before I could speak a word, she slammed the door in my face.
Realization hit me. Hard. Like a train at full speed. Straight in the chest.
Nick would be disappointed in me. No. Dahlia would murder me. My dick softened in my pants. Our friends' warning was a ruse. To keep us apart. To prevent us from imploding and leaving destruction in our wake. They must have known who I'd be dealing with. They had to know Addison was a vixen.
I sighed.
Maybe they only tried to avoid wedding hurdles. The maid of honor and best man screwing could complicate things. A disaster bound to happen.
As long as neither of us developed feelings, it shouldn't spoil anything, right?