Sweet Addiction (17 page)

“Look at me,” he
grunts, his hips thrusting hard and fast, slamming against mine and pushing me
up into the headboard. His grip around my wrist tightens and I arch off the
bed, pushing my chest against his. “Dylan, I need to see you.” I turn back to
him, giving him what he wants and letting myself feel it. Heat spreads across
my skin, radiating from deep within me as his free hand holds the side of my
face. “Don’t pull away from me,” he pleads, but even if he hadn’t said the
words, his eyes are telling me the same thing. They show every emotion, every
unspoken thought. I am completely lost in his green stare, completely lost in
him. Everything about him holds on to me, keeping me right with him in this
moment and there isn’t a single part of me that wants to pull away, that will
ever want to pull away. I can do this. I’m strong enough for this.

My body is quickly on
the brink, undeniably responsive to his and I want him there with me. I pull my
lip into my mouth and clench around him, seeing his eyes widen and halting his
thrusts.

“Holy fuck.” His eyes
clamp shut and I do it again, contracting my muscles and feeling him react with
a jerk. “Jesus Christ. Love, if you keep doing that.” And I do. I do it again,
this time holding it and his eyes open and lock onto mine.

I clench around him
once more and he grunts loudly before he starts to move. I moan and bring my
hips up to meet his charges, giving him deeper entry and pulling a low groan
straight out of him.

“Come with me, love.”
His mouth comes down and devours mine, pulling my tongue into his and sucking
hard and deep. I come fast, my body shaking and pulsing, my screams swallowed
by his mouth as he gives me his release. Warmth runs through me, clinging to
me, to us. Our bodies fit perfectly together and I pray that he’ll never get
tired of me, of this. Because I never will.

Our breathing steadies
as he stays on top of me, pressing my body into his mattress. He’s heavy but
not uncomfortable and I find the weight to be the perfect amount of pressure
against my body. My fingers trail lightly along his back as his hot breath
bursts across my neck. My touch deepens and I rub his hard muscles, working up
to his neck and firmly digging in. I giggle at his tiny moans of pleasure. He
loves it when I touch him and right now, that’s what I want to do. I wiggle
underneath him and his gorgeous face turns up to gaze at me.

“Let me up. I want to
give you a birthday massage.”

He quickly and with
great enthusiasm pushes himself back onto his knees and allows me to move
around him. Grabbing a few tissues off his nightstand, I’m wiped clean of his
release and the trash is quickly discarded. As he settles back down on his
stomach, I straddle his waist and admire the view. He has the sexiest back I’ve
ever seen. Broad and built, but not overly muscular. I hate big bulky guys and
Reese has the perfect muscle to leanness ratio. After giving one quick smack to
his perfectly sculpted ass, I begin rubbing up and down his back, gauging his
reaction to find the amount of pressure that he wants. A few soft moans
indicate that I’m pressing him just how he likes and I move to his shoulders
and start working him.

“Tell me something I
don’t know about you,” I say, wanting to find out every little detail that I
can. Reese seems really open after sex and I’m going to use that to my
advantage.

He moans. “Mmmm, I hate
cats.” His muffled answer makes me belt out a laugh.

“That does not even
count. Come on, Carroll, you can do better than that. I totally hate cats too
though. They’re so smug.” My hands work his upper arms, pushing and pulling his
muscles until they loosen. His breathing is peaceful and steady underneath me.

“I don’t know, it’s
hard to think when you’re touching me like this. Why don’t you just ask me a
question?” He turns his head and rests on his cheek, eyes closed; his long
lashes brushing his cheekbone.
Jesus, I would kill for lashes like that. Why
do guys get the best lashes?
“Dylan.”

“I’m thinking.” I have
questions, so many questions. But am I brave enough to ask them? I bite my lip
and decide to start slow. “Do you hook up with a lot of girls at weddings?”
That isn’t too bad. It’s not like I asked him how many girls he’s slept with
which I
was
very curious about. His eyes open for a moment and then he
closes them again.

“I’m not sure what
classifies a lot but yes, I’ve hooked up with women at weddings before.” He
moans as I press my thumbs deeply into his upper back. “I’m sure I wasn’t your
first either.”

“Yes you were,” I blurt
out, seeing his eyes pop open again. He blinks rapidly before he flips under
me, holding me still so that I’m now straddling his stomach. His hands run up
my thighs and play with my garter as I begin rubbing his chest. “Well, you were
my first slutty wedding sex. I’ve had a few drunken make out sessions at
weddings before.” I haven’t, that’s a total lie. I’ve actually never done
anything with a stranger at a wedding besides dance with them. But the way
Reese is staring up at me right now, eyes full of wonder, I feel the need to
not sound like such an angelic virgin hovering over this experienced player. I
clear my throat and massage down his arms, seeing his eyes close again and
giving me the opportunity to stare while he isn’t watching me. “Have you called
other girls love?”

A small smile forms on
his lips as his eyes remain closed. “No, just you.”

I feel my heart swell.
Hmm,
I like that.
“Were there a lot of girls before me?” I speak without thought
and clamp my eyes shut, bracing myself for his answer. The same image runs
through my mind of the hundreds of girls in his office and I pray for a low
number. A really low number.

“Dylan, do you really
want to go there? Can’t you just ask me what my favorite movie is or some
shit?”

I slowly open my eyes
and see him staring at me, green eyes blazing.
Jesus, was it that big of a
number that he didn’t want to tell me? I think I have the right to know.
“You
know my number, it’s only fair. Just tell me if it’s in the triple digits or
not.” My hands rest on his abdomen and I get a shocked expression.

“Jesus Christ. Triple
digits?” He scrubs down his face with both hands. “I don’t know, close to
twenty probably. Does it really fucking matter?” His hands return to my thighs
and I glare at him.

“Yes, it really fucking
matters, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.” Sliding off his body, I kneel next
to him on the bed and grab a pillow to cover myself with. He quickly takes it
away. “Give me that.”

“No. It’s my birthday
and I want to look at you.” He tucks the pillow behind his head. “Now, tell me
why it matters?” I shake my head and get off the bed, walking towards the
doorway. “Where are you going?”

“To get some cake. It’s
not like I can leave or anything. You destroyed my dress and I don’t have a
car,” I call out behind me as I walk down the hallway. My mind is racing.
Close
to twenty? I’ve been with one guy besides him. One.
I walk around the couch
and pick up his dress shirt, slipping it on and letting it hang open since all
the buttons had been ripped off. I bring the collar around my face and inhale
deeply.
Oh man. Please let me keep this.
I slice two pieces of cake and
place them on plates, grabbing some forks and heading back down the hallway.
Reese is now sitting up, his back against the headboard and the covers pulled
up around his waist

“Wow.” I stop at the
end of the bed and stare at him after he speaks, his eyes fixated on my attire.
“You look beautiful in my shirt. Keep it.”

I smile and climb up on
the bed, handing him his plate. “Here, happy birthday, handsome.” I lean in and
give him a quick kiss with his cake, lingering for a few seconds as he moans
against my lips.

He smiles at me and
takes it, grabbing a huge bite with his fork. “Mmmm, this is really good.”
Watching his perfect mouth work the bite, I see his adam’s apple move as it
slides down his throat. “You can make this for me every year.”

My fork hovers in the
air as I’m about to take a bite myself. His eyes fix on mine and I quickly look
down and pull the bite in.
Every year?
I moan softly around my bite and
relish in the delicious banana flavor. This cake is too easy to taste this
good. I watch in amusement as he devours his cake quickly, leaning over and
placing his empty plate on the nightstand. The muffled sound of a ringtone
rings through the bedroom.

“Shit,” he says as he
hangs over the side of the bed and pulls his phone out of his pants. He shakes
his head quickly before he answers it, exhaling and leaning back against the
headboard.

“Hi, Mom. Thanks. Yeah
I’m good, how are you? How’s Dad?”

Now usually, I would
just sit back and enjoy my dessert and not think of anything devious to do in
this situation. However, the memory of Reese stealing my cell phone and giving
my mother unwarranted information creeps into my mind, along with a brilliant
idea. I sit up and lean across him, feeling his eyes on me as I place my plate
on the nightstand next to his.

“Oh yeah? That sounds
like him. When’s he trading it in?” Grabbing the sheets with both hands, I yank
them down and quickly crawl between his legs, my mouth enveloping his partially
erect cock and feeling it come to life immediately. “Shit. Uh, nothing.” I
smile around him and grip the base, holding him tightly as I lick up his
length. His thighs clench and his free hand fists the sheets. “Mom can I call
you back?” I pull him into my mouth and slide up and down his length, hearing
small throaty grunts from above me. “No I’m just in the middle of something.
Oh
fuck
.” My hand glides along the wetness and meets my mouth. He pulses
against me as I suck him hard, then harder. “I’ll call you back.” The phone is
chucked off the bed quickly and his hands grip my hair.

“God yes. Just like
that.”

I groan against him, my
free hand reaching under and holding his sac. “Tell me how good it feels,” I
say as I lick the tip. My hand pumps him, long even strokes as I glance up at
his expression. Eyes dark and powerful, brow creased and jaw clenched.

“So fucking good. Your
mouth is incredible.” He jerks and I slip him back into my mouth. His hands
grip my head, pulling me up and down at the rhythm he wants, and I let him. It
is his birthday after all. His hips thrust up and he fucks my mouth as I tame
my gag reflex. He’s so deep in me, hitting the back of my throat and making my
eyes water. His soft praises keep me going even though my jaw is beginning to
ache. “Dylan, so good, oh God, I love your mouth.”
I feel a pulse and
know he’s close. Increasing the pressure, I suck as hard as I can and cup his
balls, feeling them tighten in my hand. He groans loudly and twitches. I
squeeze every last drop out of him and swallow, savoring his taste. My eyes
flick up as I lick him and see him watching me, always watching me. I’ve missed
the look on his face at his release but the look he’s giving me right now makes
up for that loss. He’s in complete wonderment. He brings his hands up and runs
both through his hair.

“Damn, that was unreal.
Come up here.”

I wipe my lips with the
back of my hand and move up his body until I am straddling his waist. “Do you
like it when I do that?” My hands rest on his arms and I squeeze them gently.

His laugh warms my
face. “Are you kidding? Did I not just come in this pretty little mouth?” His
finger runs along my bottom lip and I kiss it lightly. “Do you like doing it?”

I nod quickly and we
both laugh. “I love it. I used to hate it but with you, I love it.” He smiles
sweetly and runs his hands down my arms. “Have you always liked eating pussy?”

My question causes him
to stumble back a bit and he shakes his head at me, giving me a strange look.
“Uh, I’ll always like eating
your
pussy. Let’s leave it at that.” He
narrows his eyes at me, seeing my unsatisfied expression. “Dylan, really?”

“What? I’m just
curious. Why do you like mine so much?” I glance up at him from under my lashes
and see his eyes trail down to the topic of discussion. “Don’t all women taste
the same?”

He licks his lips and smiles,
causing me to bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my grin. I have no idea
why I’m so curious about this, but I am. His eyes meet mine and he shakes his
head. He trails his finger down my stomach and dips into me. “Yours is the
sweetest pussy and the only one I want. I’m a bit obsessed with it.” I moan
softly as he moves around before slipping out of me. 

“Good,” I state as he
pops his finger into his mouth and smiles around it.
Good Lord, that’s hot.
He
engulfs my face in his hands and moves in slowly; planting the sweetest, most
gentle kiss he’s ever given me. Pulling back ever so slightly, we study each
other. There are no words, just the sound of our breathing as my eyes examine
every inch of his face. He looks completely relaxed right now. No furrowed
brow, no tension in his jaw. Just slightly parted lips and soft green eyes. My
finger runs down the prominent slit in his bottom lip to his chin, feeling soft
stubble along his jaw. I sigh. The sight of Reese with a five o’clock shadow
would surely cripple me. Trailing his fingers along my skin, he brushes over my
eyebrows, down my temples and across my cheekbones.