Red Hot Obsessions (197 page)

“Ah, you are wet fire, Addison.” He held onto one arm, slowly slid back, gathering so much of my wetness, then he came crashing back, his pelvis smacking my tenderness, his entirety rubbing my folds, his tip catching on my clit.

I cried out at the trifecta of pleasure.

“Squeeze me.” He found a smooth and effective rhythm, so beautifully reminiscent of that spanking he’d given me.

Squeeze you? Just fuck me, dammit.
I glued my feet together.
Plunge into my fiery depths and fuck me until I scream.
Though I thought those naughty things, I couldn’t say them out loud…
Fuck me, Logan! …
I didn’t dare. Those were crude and stupid words, right up there with ‘
violate me’,
though not as taboo. Bad enough, a stranger and I were half-naked in the woods after a beating of epic proportions and that his hard cock was now sawing back and forth between my slippery folds, but to leave here popped too? Mmm. Well, it was pretty much what I wanted, what I craved more than anything in the world, but that was not exactly sensible. It was insane. I mean, I didn’t even know him. Who even knows where this guy has been? Not with Brianna at least, thank god.
Whatever. I
was with him now, and I ached for him like nothing else. Here I was stressing about saying it, asking for a good pounding, when he just might fill me up and rock me hard anyway. Maybe this was just a teaser.

“Squeeze me,” he insisted again.

My thighs are thin and not like huge, I didn’t
have
more squeeze. Then it dawned on me. “Yes, Sir,” I muttered breathlessly. I quickly crossed my legs and my flesh pressed all around him, above, below, on the sides. Yeah, he liked that a lot. Growls of approval tickled my ear as he glided back and forth, giving some test thrusts. It did feel incredible. This simulated sex.

He groaned and said, “Perfect. Mmm. Yeah. So tight. Just like that.” His teeth and tongue were making a meal of my neck, and he was now smashing against me, slapping his pelvis into my ass, faster and faster, harder and harder. Plus, that flick, flick, flick on my alerted, sensitive clit was driving me insane.

After two minutes or so, I found myself on a wild rollercoaster ride, all loopy, reckless, speedy and exhilarating, and my vagina began to writhe and clench. “Ah, oh my god … oh my guh— uh, I’m so close. I’m so...Aaahhh aah.” Overtaken by an explosion of sensation, I shut up and let go. “Ah.” Each of my exhales came out with moans attached as my entire pelvic region was blasted with a bomb of delight and I was left with fluttering contractions. My walls squeezed and squeezed and dribbled some more. The way my quivering lips waved around him, it felt like I was trying to gobble him up.

“Yes, come for me. Those squeezes are spectacular. Mmm. You’re driving me wild.” He slapped against me with two more thrusts, grunted and remained under my faucet of slime. Jizz oozed out of his tip in four pulses. I wanted to lap it up. I did the lesser obscene thing and swept my finger over the remaining pearls on his tip and sucked it off. It was salty and tingled on my tongue. “Uh, Addison.”

Our chests heaved in rhythmic unison. I leaned my head on my arm against the tree.

“Damn, that was amazing. You are so eager to please, so obedient, so beautiful.” He bit down on the fleshy part of my shoulder, kissed the top of my head. After several moments, he tucked back into his jeans and spun me to face him. “I never asked you to call me
Sir,
Addison. And you did it twice. Once, in the house, and also, just now. Why did you do that?”

I did? Heat washed over my face. What? I actually said that? Out loud? I wasn’t sure why. It just came out. But I was so hot-faced by the fact that I had. Called him
Sir
. Twice! “I … I don’t know.”

“Oh, you know. Tell me.”

“Logan.” For an escape from his fiery scrutiny, I pulled my panties up. He watched me intently, but now, his eyes burned into mine. So much for escape. I gulped away sand.

“Tell me. Why did you call me
Sir
?”

I swooned at the illumination. I knew why. Because I wanted him to lord over me. Because I’d already made him Lord over me, whether he chose the role or not, whether he accepted me or not. I longed to worship him, sex up his body like a dirty, little slut and bow to his kinkiest desires. But could I say that? I cringed, thinking about all those bad words tumbling off my tongue. I couldn’t even scrape them off. “It … just slipped out.”

“Nothing just slips out.” His hands rode up, stopping right under my chin, so my neck and face were in his clutches. He tilted my head up, thumbs under my chin, so I’d be forced to look at him, into his face when I said it. “Tell me why you called me
Sir
, Addison.”

My stomach dropped, and my lungs tightened. “Um, because …” Trapped in the heat of his focus, I swallowed hard. “Because … I am yours.”

He cradled my face in one hand and kissed my forehead. He whispered, “You most certainly are,” then he kissed my lips gently and looked weird when he pulled away.
Disappointed maybe? Or regretful? Hopefully not that.
Why would he feel regretful or unhappy? This was the best night ever! “I should, uh, probably get you back. I’ll drive you.”

“Oh shit!” I curled my lips in and slapped them. I cringed, anticipating a bark, but he let my offense slide. “Yes, I need to go. But Brianna, if she’s still up, which knowing her, she will be, needs to think I walked back. My house mother, on the other hand, is always checked out, so she won’t even notice. You’ll have to drop me off on Victory Road. What time is it?”

He checked his watch. “12:48. Way past your bedtime, I gather?”

The heat from my spent arousal was quickly fading away from my body and the chill of the night was determined to swallow me whole. I really should get back. I just hated the thought of parting from him. I wanted to sit at his feet and bury my face in his crotch. Spontaneously, I grabbed his face and kissed his lips. Flushed at my bold mood, I took two steps past him. “Sorry.”

He seized my arm and spun me around. “If you’d displeased me, committed an infraction of some sort, you’d know it.” His lips were back on mine with bruising force and his fingers, now splayed across my lower back, dug in and pressed me tightly against him. Our bodies were flush together and I was breathing crazy again and my fingers were all up in his hair. We became one, even though we didn’t screw for real right then. He separated from me and came back again, leaving a five-second, delicate kiss on my lips. He wrapped his arm around me. “Come on. Let’s get you back.”

I rested my head against his chest and siphoned his warmth as he walked me to the black prowler in his garage. I don’t even know what kind of car it was, but it was sleek and sexy and short enough that I could bend over it with ease. And that’s all I could envision when he opened the door and made sure I nestled into the passenger seat … him planting my face into the fiberglass, spanking me good, then banging me from behind until I screamed. The stings and heat on my butt were fading, and maybe the pink too.
I could use a recharge.

I was quiet and getting slick again when he sat beside me and started up. I couldn’t recall a single day in my life when I was ever this wet. Arousal never stopped when I was in his presence.

Halfway there, he said, “What. What are you thinking?”

I wasn’t
thinking
anything. I was picturing hot car sex still. And guys actually care about thoughts? I definitely couldn’t tell him the filthy truth, that I was so goddamn thirsty for his fuck. I tilted my head and scratched my eyebrow. “Um, just that it’s been a weird night. Kind of ironic I dressed like a devil-in-disguise. How fitting.”

He turned his face my way for a second and seemed to glare at me, but it was dark. Did he
know
that that’s not what I was thinking? He seemed to maybe but let it stand. “Fitting indeed.”

“You jerked me out ya know, like a butterfly of fire. I’m forever changed. And no one, and I mean, no one, knows I’m like this … all sub-like-ish, spank-whorish and Dom-hungry. Well,
you
do, but you know what I mean.”

“I know. Your secret is safe with me.” At Victory Road, he pulled to the curb, leaned over me and opened the door. “Goodnight, Addison. See you around.”

I gawked and lurched back. “What? See me
around
? What do you mean, see me around? That’s it?”

“Yeah. I punished you. You are free to go.”

I gritted my teeth and whipped my unlatched seat belt into the door. “What! You did way more than punish me and you know it. You kissed me multiple times and made me come two different ways and back. We have something hot and amazing here.”

“I know, but I’ve sadly come to realize I was foolish to go after you and do all the things I did. I should’ve just let you go when you ran from my house. This dynamic we clearly have and could easily fall into wouldn’t work long term. I’m just saving us both the heartbreak.”

“What the—How do you know that? Just because it may not have worked in the past for you doesn’t mean it won’t work now. I am not like other girls.”

His penetrating gaze tore into me. “Oh,
that
I know. Look, I’ve played around a little, online, and it was fun and all, but I’ve never done
this
, in person, with a flesh and blood girl in my hands … or across my lap.”

“I honestly would never have guessed that. Not in a million years. And it doesn’t matter to me, I don’t even care.” No, that was a lie. I did care. I think he assumed I’d find fault in that or something, or be turned off by his lack of experience, but I loved,
loved
that no one in the world knew the blended thrill of his sexy, sure commands
and
his ferocious, pussy-drenching smacks. I was the only one, just ME. I smiled, as that only amplified my sense of connection to him, that we went there, for the first time, together.

“Addison, it ... I don’t want to go down this road, not with you, not with anyone. I am not comfortable with labels or roles or with being stuck in a box all the time. I like to go Dom and wield power when the mood strikes, not
live
it. With as open and willing and quick you were to do
any
thing I ordered you to do, you even let me slap your pussy with a freaking belt, goddammit, I think, no, I
know
, you need a box. I am not what you need.”

“No! What I need, Logan, what I crave is
you
. I don’t give a rat’s ass about freaking boxes
.
We connect on multiple levels, can’t you feel that? I know this isn’t love, we just met. But, wow, something wild and frenzied is bubbling out, and I’m not scared to explore it or to open myself up to the possibility of getting hurt because the scintillating heat between us is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. No one knows me. Not even my parents, who’ve had nineteen years to figure it out. But you knew me, completely, you
saw
me and stripped me down, in one gaze. Your confidence and strength and that damn omniscience of yours, and god, your voice, are just so intoxicating to me. I don’t care about labels or what anyone else does. All I know is, I don’t want
this
to end.”

His momentary quiet was broken by a slow, huffy breath that slithered out of his nostrils. “Let’s get something straight, Miss Montgomery. You and I have never been a
this
.” He rubbed his face. “You are just some naughty, naughty girl who threw eggs at my house, and I taught you a very painful lesson in manners.”

“What?” A knife plunged into my heart and tears gathered for battle on the horizons of my lids. “Logan. What the hell is with the total 180?”

He took his gaze off me and stared ahead, stern face, knuckles white over the wheel. “Goodnight, Addison,” he clipped.

I tried to come up with retort that might change his mind, but he had me stricken speechless. After everything that happened, after what we did in the woods, this reaction totally blindsided me and slapped me across the jaw. I couldn’t even breathe. Gargoyles scampered up my throat, and I didn’t want to cry in front of him, not like this. I flung the door further open, straining it against the hinges. “Asshole,” I choked out. My pout quivered. I slammed the door and stormed off, fists clenched, in the direction of my house.

He tore down the street, kissing me off with a shower of grit.

He left me. Again. What the hell! Both steamed and crushed, I burst into tears. I didn’t just imagine that. He whispered that I was
certainly
HIS, like five minutes ago. He said that! And he kissed me, again and again, yanked me back in for more. He fingered me, ate me out and practically fucked me. He wants me, I know it. So why was he pushing me away?

I bowled over, hobbled to behind of some frat house and crumbled to the grass. I felt so stupid and spineless, to be falling apart over a guy I didn’t even know, but I’d been on a quest for years to find a guy who’d get me and not judge me for my twisted desires. The thought of joining the BDSM club on campus and ending up with a Dom who’d force me to crawl around on a leash like a puppy everywhere or lie on a bed of spikes made my skin crawl and stomach ache. They were way too extreme for me. Since I never had anyone in my life caring about me or showing me glimpses of what my potential could be, my self-vision was stunted. I just knew a better me had to be in there somewhere, a
me
that I felt could only be found through submission, with the guidance of a caring Dom. With training, submissives end up the most selfless, appreciated and sexually in-touch people in the entire world. It takes a lot of self-imposed and delivered discipline to completely surrender to someone else’s hands and mind. To bow like that is entirely gutsy, sexy, strong and beautiful. I wanted to be like that. And I needed and craved a hammer to break through my walls and defenses and some glue to fix any real brokenness that might be unearthed. I did
not
need a shredded back or needles shoved up my toenails. I know what I need, and Logan does too. He’s my hammer and glue. And I don’t care what I have to do, I will make him see that. I don’t even care what the fem-Nazis on campus have to say about that either! It is much weaker to not admit what you need than to live a lie and pretend like you’re strong and invincible. That is fake and the wimpiest thing ever. Yes, I need a man ... to correct me and love me and reshape me and lord over me … so that I can discover a more amazing ME.