Sweet Addiction (23 page)

I reach around and
place my hand over his mouth, silencing him. “I’m not mad. It can stay on
there.” Dropping my hands, I scoot back over and reach out for my plate
playfully as his smile returns.

“Cold pizza huh? I
thought I was the only other person that still preferred it cold to heated.”

I take a bite and shake
my head. “I hate heated leftover pizza. The cheese gets all rubbery and gross.”
He drops a chilled bottled water in my lap and I yelp. “So, why did you take
that picture of me?”

He stops chewing
briefly, looking over at the iPad on the bed. “I don’t know. I think I just
wanted a reminder of you in my bed, just in case you refused to get back in
it.” I laugh and he winks at me. “I watched you for hours before I took it. Do
you know you make little noises while you sleep?” 

I swallow my bite and
arch my brow at him. “Little noises? Like what?”

“Like moans. Tiny
little whimpers.”

“What? No I don’t.” I
unscrew my bottle and take a big sip while he nods at me. “I do not make any noises
when I sleep.”

He turns and places his
empty plate on his nightstand.
Jesus, the man devours his food in a matter
of seconds
. “Yes you do. You even said my name a few times.” My mouth drops
open.

I place my plate down
on the night stand before I trample him. “No I did not. Take that back,
Carroll.” I’m poking him everywhere, trying to find a weak ticklish spot on his
body and he’s only laughing at me in amusement.

“Reese. Oh Reese. Right
there.”

I feel my face redden.
“You’re evil.” I scoff before I roll off him and lie back on my pillow, pulling
the covers up over my head.
Good Lord, I hope he’s joking because if he
isn’t, how embarrassing is this?

His laugh shakes the
bed and I feel the covers slowly slide down to reveal his face hovering over
mine. “Love.”

“What?” I try to pull
the covers back up but he holds them down. I’ve never been told I talk in my
sleep before or make any weird noises, and I’ve had plenty of sleepovers with
Juls and Joey. Of course, I doubt
they
watch me for hours after I pass
out.
Humph.
He climbs under the covers with me and pulls me close to him
so that we’re nose to nose.

“So, I hear we’re going
to be paired up at the wedding.” His hand trails down my shoulder to my waist and
holds me there as I try to keep my smile at bay. “You okay with that? It will
be like a date you know. Rather intimate.” His lip curls up and I give into it.

“I’m okay with that. I
have
been on a few dates before. Have you?”

“No, well not in a
really long time.”
A really long time? What classifies a really long time?
Why is he so against dating now?
I push these questions out of my head and
focus on another.

“Have you always been
monogamously casual with girls?” This has definitely been on my mind recently.
I had initially pegged him as a total player with multiple women at all times
but had never dared to ask.

His eyes flick to mine
quickly before he drops them. “No.” I reach up and run my hand down his arm, rubbing
his shoulders the way he likes and seeing his eyes close slowly. “I’ve never
really wanted to be before you.” I stop breathing at his admission.
Holy
shit. Was Joey right? Am I a game changer?
  My hand stills on his
bicep and his eyes shoot open, locking onto mine. “You make me want different
things, things I’ve never wanted before.”

“Why?” I force out and
continue rubbing his arm. I need to know the answer to this. I want to know if
his reasons are the same as mine. I’ve experienced more before but not in the
way that I want with Reese. I want everything with him. 

He keeps his eyes on me
and sighs softly. “I don’t know, but I can’t stand the idea of
not
being
monogamously casual with you. I have no desire to be with anyone else and the
thought of you with another man,” his hand comes flying up through his hair,
stopping my massage, “it fucking
infuriates
me.”

Well, that settles
that. Like there’s any other man on the planet that I want to ever be with now
that I’ve experienced this one. I scoot in closer and continue working his arm,
reaching around towards his back. “I know the feeling,” I reply as his eyes
close shut again, his lips quivering into a smile. Silence falls between us and
I let my mind wander while I work his back and shoulder. I feel like I’m making
progress with Reese, progress out of the casual zone and towards something more
serious which I am dying to sprint to. But I know I can’t rush him and he’ll
have to do this at his own pace if he even wants to. If I’ve learned anything from
the past few weeks with him, it’s that he does
everything
at his own
pace. He likes to be in control, even though he told me that I have it all
which completely threw me for a loop. I’m chalking that up to him just worrying
about my safety. He was obviously scared for me and when you’re scared, you say
crazy shit. He likes to show how much power he has and his authority over
situations, as he clearly displayed when he destroyed my dress. So I’ll let him
control this, control us because I like the pace he’s taking. As long as he
takes me with him.

After giving him a
decent one handed massage and enjoying all of his tiny little moans of
pleasure, Reese flips on his back and pulls me on top of him. He scoots up so
that his back is against the headboard and we’re chest to chest. All the
tension in his face is gone and the only thing bothering
me
anymore is
my now stiff hand from his drawn out rub down. His hands wrap around my waist,
tightening their grip and I feel him, his desire for me growing against my
backside.

“Missed your face,” I
whisper and see his lip curl up in the corner.

“Just my face?”

“Never.” I move in
slowly and capture his mouth with mine; licking along the seam of his lips
until he opens up for me, which only takes half a second. I relish his minty
flavor and moan into his mouth. His tongue strokes mine in a way that sets my
skin on fire and I’m desperate for him. Tangling my hands in his hair, I pull
him closer to me and rub my chest against his. His hands run up my back, tickling
along my spine and grazing around towards my front. I’m not sure what he’s
better at, touching or kissing. Both send me into a frenzy where I feel like
I’m going to combust at any moment. His callused hands expertly squeeze my
breasts. “Mmm, right there.” I kiss him along his stubble jaw and towards his
ear. “I need you.”

His mouth runs down my
body between my breasts, kissing and licking every inch of me. “Dylan, I want
to do something.”

My lips pull at his ear
and I release it enough to reply, “Anything.” Because I would do anything with
this man. It’s obvious to everyone at this point. I feel his hot breath on my
chest and he hesitates, causing me to lean back and brings his face up to mine.
“Anything,” I repeat. His adam’s apple rolls in his neck and his lips part.

“I want to make love to
you.”

I gasp, completely
shocked and unprepared for this request. I was honestly expecting something
along the lines of anal play which I was totally up for with him, even though
I’ve never done it before. The thought of anal sex terrified me once but this,
this request that he’s just thrown out between us? I’m not sure there’s
anything
more
terrifying. But I want to, and I can at least try right?
For him, for Reese Carroll, for the look he’s giving me right now, yes. I can
at least try.

My heart constricts so
much that I reach up and place my hand on it, making sure it didn’t just beat
for the last time. He wants to make love to me. Love. Not fucking. My mind is
scrambling for words. He’s studying me, waiting for my response. I know I’ve
been silent for at least several minutes and I’m sure it’s killing him inside
but he’s not showing it. His face is soft and pleading, eyes searching mine and
conveying that we can do this. That I can do this.

“Okay,” I say finally,
and I think we’re both shocked that I actually spoke. “I just need to use the
bathroom first.” He grins wide, my favorite lines appearing and kisses me
quickly on the lips as he lifts me off him. Without a glance back, I scurry
into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

Shit. I’m about to make
love to a man that I’m struggling to not fall in love with? What am I insane?
I
stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and quickly comb my fingers through my
hair. My cheeks are flushed, my nipples are hard, and I’m beyond ready for him
between my legs. Everything about me is ready for this right now, everything
except for what’s burning inside my chest cavity. I can’t even begin to imagine
what making love to him consists of. Fucking him is intense and borderline
intimate as it is. And that’s definitely all we’ve done so far. If I didn’t
know it before, his request just confirmed it. So what exactly am I in for?
Have I ever even made love before? I think long and hard about that as I
quickly use the toilet. No, no way. Not with Justin. I’m not even sure he’s
capable of making love to anyone. He was always so distant when we were having
sex that he barely kept eye contact with me. And making love consists of eye
contact I’m sure. I hurriedly wash my hands and try to mentally prepare myself
for what’s about to happen as I exit the bathroom and return to his bedroom.
I’m halted in my tracks.
Oh God.

I’m stopped in the
doorway by the sight of candles lit and covering both nightstands, providing an
amber glow throughout the room. Reese is messing with his phone as he places it
on the docking station on his dresser when he turns to me, seeing my expression
and straightening instantly. “Too much?”

I bite my lip and shake
my head.
It’s perfect, he’s perfect.
“No, I like it.” I settle on the
bed, kneeling and resting back on my heels as I watch him continue playing with
his phone. He’s looking for a song and I’m almost one hundred percent sure I
know what song he’s looking for.
Damn it, I need to look up those lyrics.
But that’s not what starts playing as he walks over towards me. “Look after
you” by The Fray pours through the speakers. I’m familiar with this song and
its lyrics that will surely rip my heart out if I he’s not trying to tell me
something with this selection. “This isn’t cliché is it? Candles and music?” he
asks as he runs his hands through his hair and down his face.

I smile playfully at
his nervousness. “No, there’s nothing about you that’s cliché.” This is
completely true. I’ve never met a man like him before and I doubt I ever will.
Reaching out to him, he slips his hand in mine and allows me to pull him
towards me. “Make love to me, handsome.”

I see it, the layer of
anxiety drop in front of me as he crawls onto the bed and pushes me onto my
back. Settling between my legs, he begins kissing me in the gentlest way
possible. There’s tongue, because with him there’s always at least
some
tongue, but it’s different. I’m used to the rough, quick strokes of his against
mine, against my lips, but these strokes are much more unhurried and tender.
Groaning softly into his mouth, I’m quickly melting around him and I’m suddenly
not sure what kind of Reese kissing I prefer. His hard
I want you now
kisses are insanely hot but this, the
let me make love to you
kisses are
radiating through my body, sparking something untouched. He slowly works his
way down, kissing every part of me with the same gentle mouth I just personally
got very acquainted with. The song begins to play again.
He’s put it on
repeat?
I feel his hot breath between my legs and arch up into him.

“Yes, God yes.” The
first long lick causes me to fist the sheets tightly between my fingers. I pull
my bottom lip into my mouth and bite it hard as he works me.

“Look at me,” he pleads
and I immediately drop my gaze, meeting his green eyes. He’s watching me,
capturing my every response to his movements and I’m not holding anything back.
His tongue laps in and out, around and between every fold and dip. He’s even
somehow making
this
more intimate with his unrelenting stare. His
strokes are soft but carry the perfect amount of pressure. I don’t want to come
yet so I concentrate on the lyrics of the song to give me a distraction.
Like
that’s possible. The man’s mouth is a machine.

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

Damn these lyrics.
I’m not sure about him but they are definitely pushing every emotional button
in my body.  He moans against me and my eyes roll back into my head, the
sensation moving through me like a current. His lips pull my clit into his
mouth and I cry out, unable to hold back any longer. “Reese.” I’m panting and
moving my hips against his mouth as I come long and hard. His tongue laps up
every ounce of my arousal, slowly and tentatively, keeping me on the brink of
another orgasm. Gradually releasing me, he places sweet kisses on the insides
of my thighs as I stare down at him.

“Come up here.”

He crawls up my body
and settles between my legs, gazing down at me as he positions himself at my
entrance. I feel him, right there and know that the slightest movement will plunge
him into me. But he doesn’t move. His hands hold my face and I stare up at him,
hearing the beginning of the song and smiling.

“I like this song.”

“Me too,” he whispers,
bending and trailing kisses to my ear. With a slow push, he’s in me and I grip
his back tightly, gasping and clinging myself to him. “Fuck,” he says into my
ear before he leans up and holds himself above me. Keeping my gaze, he begins
moving slowly, his hips thrusting gently into mine. I stare at his chest as it
tightens with each push, the muscles in his abdomen rippling with his
movements. He’s never been this unhurried with me. This is different, way
different than what we’ve done before. The intimacy is pouring straight out of
him into me and I feel him everywhere. His eyes are soft and warm, penetrating
mine and conveying unspoken words that I pray I’m not misreading. I want to
tell him so many things in this moment as he lovingly strokes me, in and out,
but I don’t. I wrap my legs around him and let myself feel it.

“Tell me you’ve never
done this before.” I whisper, seeing his eyes dilate above me. “That you’ve
never made love to anyone but me.”

There’s no hesitation
in his reply. “Never. It’s only you, Dylan. Just you.” I grab his face and
bring his lips to mine. Our moans are silenced by each other’s mouths and the
music that is playing all around us. His panting increases and my hands are
gripped as he brings them on either side of my face and laces his fingers
through them. I love it when he does that to my hands. It’s such a boyfriend
move. My breathing quickens as his tongue works against mine. Slow and steady
thrusts, I’m pulsing around him and trying not to end this too soon. Making
love to this man has gone way above any expectation I could have conjured. He
increases his pace, thrusting deeper and harder and I’m close, so close but I
want him to unravel with me. I need it like a drug.

“Come with me,” I beg
and he drops his forehead to mine and grunts loudly. I’m there instantly with
the look he gives me and fall out around him; trembling against him and feeling
his warmth run through me.

“Dylan,” he whispers my
name instead of his usual climatic scream, pumps into me and stills, collapsing
down on top of me as I soak him and what we just did in. Our breathing is
uneven and loud, his blowing across the skin of my neck and mine pushing out
above us. I don’t care that his is making me hot, I don’t care that his hip is
digging into mine and causing a shooting pain across my pelvis. I don’t want to
move. Ever.

“That was.” I start to
say but can’t finish because there are no words.

“Yeah, that was.” He
kisses my lips quickly before sliding off the bed and muting the music. “Are
you sore?” I flick my eyes up to meet his stare. His serious expression also
containing a bit of hesitation.

“No, I’m perfect. That
was perfect.”
It was beyond perfect.
I reach up and stretch above my
head, as he crawls back over top of me, settling on his side and pulling me
close to him.

“Hi,” I whisper.

“Hi, yourself.” His
sweet smile pulls at his lips.

“So, tell me all about
how you called Joey
after
I fell asleep Thursday night and not Friday
morning.” 

His eyes widen and his
grin spreads. “I was wondering how long he’d keep that from you. Did he even
make it twenty four hours?” His hand reaches up and brushes my hair out of my
face, tucking it softly behind my ear.

“No way. Once the wine
started flowing Friday night, he blabbed everything.” I reach out and run my
hand along his jaw. “I like this, a lot. You should go all scruffy more often.”

“So should you.” His
hand brushes between my legs and my eyes widen.

“What? Seriously?” I
reply through a shocked grin.

“No, I like you like
this. I can see every part of you without anything in my way.” I wiggle my
brows at him and his infectious laugh pulls me in. “You know how much I hate
anything getting in my way when it comes to you.”

“Is
that
why you
steal my panties? To prevent me from putting a barrier in between us?”

He shrugs playfully,
his lips curling up into a smile. “You wax it right?” I nod. “Doesn’t that
hurt?”

Yes.
“Nah, Will is really gentle.”
Oh I’m devious.

“Excuse me?”

My smile cracks through
and his face releases some of its tension but not much.
He’s too easy.
“He is. He’s been doing me for years.”

I’m quickly being
pressed into the mattress by his tall frame. “I hope you’re fucking joking. I
am
not
okay with a guy waxing you there.” My arms are pinned to my side
by his knees and I’m now face to face with his erection.
Whoa. He’s hard
again already?

“What if I told you he
was gay?”

“Doesn’t fucking
matter.” He inches forward and brushes the tip against my mouth.

“Oh please, are you
going to discipline me by making me suck you off? That’s hardly a punishment.”
I dart my tongue out and lick the tip, seeing him shudder a bit as he stares
down at me.