The Sweet Addiction Series Collection: Sweet Addiction, Sweet Possession & Sweet Obsession (69 page)

“Fine by me,” I reply, scooting to the edge of the wood. “As long as it happens in the next five minutes. Otherwise…” I pause, shooting him a teasing look.

He grabs me off the worktop and flings me over his shoulder. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his waist as we move toward the stairs. “Otherwise nothing. You hurry me along in any way or threaten to handle your own orgasms and you won’t be coming at all. I’ll tie you to the bed and make you watch me handle my own situation all over your tits this time.”

“All I heard was bed. Your ass is distracting me.” I give it one good smack as he starts up the stairs.

“Speaking of asses, I plan on fucking yours tonight.”

My eyes widen as my body becomes instantly rigid.
Fuuccckkk. Anal? Am I ready for that?

He senses my apprehensiveness and rubs his hand on my bare thigh, soothing me. “Relax, love. Trust me with your body. I’ll always make it good for you.”

“Oh, God,” I nervously mumble, dropping my head against his back.

“You’ll be screaming that a lot in a minute.”

I laugh against his shirt, instantly relaxing and leaving my nervousness on the stairs.

I’m naked, lying in the middle of the bed with my hands above my head. I was given three instructions after Reese set me on my feet and removed my dress and panties. Three instructions I eagerly obeyed.

“Get on the bed, grab onto the bed posts, and don’t let go.”

My hands are wrapped around two wooden spindles as I watch him standing at the foot of the bed. He hasn’t taken away my sight yet and right now, I’m extremely grateful for that as I watch him slowly remove his dress shirt button by button. He’s taking his time and he knows what it’s doing to me. He also knows that if he hadn’t told me to keep my hands where they are, I would be ripping that shirt off him in record timing.

I take in the sight of him shirtless. The leanness of his body which is sculpted with that perfect amount of muscle. Broad shoulders and slightly-tanned skin. The hard lines of his abs which my hands are yearning to roam over.

My grip tightens around the wood.

His fingers loosen his belt as his eyes roam my body, slowly taking in every inch of me. Lower, lower, until he suddenly flicks them up to meet mine.

“Bend your knees and spread your legs.” I do as I’m told. “Wider.”

I drop my knees to the side as far as they can go, leaving myself completely open. My pussy is throbbing for him, aching to the point of being agonizing as he studies me. His eyes are locked between my legs, and the view seems to speed up his movements. Bending at the waist, he drops his pants and boxers and steps out of them. As he takes a few steps toward my dresser, I close my legs a few inches.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he says, looking at me over his shoulder as he opens my top drawer. “Open them.”

I submit to his command and lower my knees so they are inches from the mattress. I see him slip out one of his ties before he walks to the side of the bed, authority in each step. There is zero trace of the man who told me minutes ago when he knew he loved me. That tenderness is gone. He’s exuding control right now, and I’ve never seen anything hotter.

Looming over me with the tie in one hand, he slides his other hand up my arm and wraps it around one of mine, gripping me and the post. “Keep them here. If you move them before I tell you to, I’ll tie them in place. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He presses his lips against mine, searing me with a brutal kiss. “These will be the last words I say to you before I take you in the way I’ve been dying to take you. You won’t be able to see or hear me until I want you to. Understand?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out steady, devoid of any apprehension.

He leans back and drapes the tie across my eyes, blinding me. “Right now, I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I give you. Nothing else.”

I lift my head, allowing him to secure it behind me. And then the bed dips as his weight is removed, leaving me alone with only the sound of my breathing filling my ears. But it’s not uneven, nervous breathing. The pace of my lungs taking in air is quickened due to the eagerness I’m feeling. I want to experience this with him, everything he’s about to give me in a way I’ve never had. I’m not tense. I’m ready.

So fucking ready.

The sound of movement in the kitchen has me turning my head in that direction.

A cabinet closes.

The soft clink of ice hitting the bottom of an empty glass.

I expect to hear the tap water running next, but I don’t.

I gasp as my ankles are grabbed. My legs are straightened on the bed and then his hands are gone. I strain to listen, looking down the length of my body even though I can’t see anything. I imagine him standing at the foot of the bed, glass in hand as he stares at me. He’s hard. Painfully hard. Stroking himself to ease some of the ache. My grip tightens further as I clench the muscles in my core.

Is it possible to orgasm from anticipation alone? Because I might just be the first.

“Oh, shit.” I jerk when I feel the stark chill of ice on my skin, trailing up the inside of my leg. My legs are spread wider and then his body fills the space between them. I think I know where the ice cube is going. I’m positive actually, but just when I think he’s going to dip it between my legs, he avoids the area entirely.

I feel his free hand wrap around my hip, holding me in place. The ice cube glides over my stomach and up to the crease between my breasts. The heat of his mouth follows the path, warming my skin. I tilt my head up as he moves along my collar bone before circling my nipple.

“Reese.”

I bite my lip to contain myself. I want to squirm. To thrash about because this is almost intolerable.

But I don’t.

I whimper as the ice cube moves over my nipple. The bite of it is severe, but it feels too good for me to protest, especially when his mouth latches on and takes away the chill. He doesn’t moan into my skin like he usually does. He doesn’t give me any sign that he is enjoying this. But I knew he wouldn’t. He warned me I wouldn’t hear him, and apparently, sounds are included.

He moves slightly and I know he’s marking me. I’m familiar with the pull of that spot. Alternating breasts, the pattern is repeated. Cold then warmth, and then the chill is gone, as is the heat of his body over mine. I feel the hair on his legs brush against mine as he shifts, and then his hands are wrapped around my thighs, spreading me open. I figure the ice has been discarded, no longer needed. I wait for the heat of his mouth to press against me. His warm breath. The scorch of his tongue.

“Fuck!” I arch off the bed, almost letting go of the posts when he runs up my length. His tongue is frigid, mimicking the sensation of the ice cube and melting into me just like one. The feeling is overwhelming as he dips inside me, tasting ever inch. His mouth never warms, and I know it’s because the ice is in his mouth, which is confirmed when I feel the sharp edge of the cube press against my clit.

“Holy shit, Reese.”

He dips lower, pressing the ice cube inside me with his tongue. In and out. He’s fucking me with it, driving me toward my climax with this new sensation. I’m barely keeping my composure as my insides become liquid. My thighs are shaking against his head as I try to control my trembling. I’m close, moaning his name and gripping so tightly onto the wooden posts I’m certain they’re about to snap off. Then the chill is gone, followed by the sound of him crunching on the ice. Seconds go by and I think maybe he isn’t going to allow me to come. I take in several deep breaths, feeling my orgasm slip away from me until he buries his face between my legs.

His mouth still has the slightest chill, but his warmth is taking over. He fucks me with his tongue until I’m begging and incoherently pleading with him to make me come. He runs up and down my length, spreading me open with his fingers. His tongue swirls around my clit, flattening against it then flicking it in that rhythm I like. I’m once again right at the brink of orgasm and he knows it. He must, because that’s the moment he chooses to prop my ass up with his hands and lick along my rim.

“Oh, shit! Wait, wait, don’t…oh, God, just… Reese, I don’t…unghhhh.”

He’s never done this to me. The only time he’s ever gone anywhere near my ass is with his finger. I clench out of reflex; it’s automatic. He shouldn’t be there with this tongue, and it definitely shouldn’t feel this amazing.

Right?

Wrong. So fucking wrong.

He’s licking me like he works my pussy, and it feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My heart is thundering in my chest as I replay his words to me over in my head.

“Right now, I want you to concentrate on feeling everything I give you. Nothing else.”

So I do. I concentrate on this new sensation, blocking out my instincts and not letting any anxiety overpower me. I feel his hands shift, one elevating me while the other moves around my waist. At the brush of his fingers against my clit, I lose it. I throw my head back, screaming his name until my voice breaks. And then I feel him press against me with his tongue, slipping inside, and my orgasm stretches out, rocking me with a blinding intensity. Paralyzing me. I feel shattered. Stripped of all coherence.

And it’s incredible.

I don’t even realize he’s lowered my body back down until my blindfold is removed. I open my eyes, meeting his. There’s apprehension in them. Not much, but I see it. The uncertainty of what he’s just done to me. But when I smile at him, one that I’m sure looks completely dopey because that’s how I feel, his insecurity vanishes.

“You can let go of the bed,” he says as he kneels between my legs.

I do and shake my hands out, bringing them down to my sides. He reaches across the comforter and picks up a bottle I hadn’t known he put on there. One I’ve never seen before. I really don’t want to be nervous right now, because I do trust him, completely, but I know what that bottle is. I know what he needs it for. And I do a shit job at concealing my worry because he sees it, prompting him to drop the bottle and lean over me. His hand conforms to my cheek.

“I would never hurt you, Dylan. You liked what I just did, right?”

I nod and lean into his palm. “Yes. I didn’t think I would, but I definitely did.”

He gives me half a smile. “Trust me. I’d never lie to you. This will feel a little uncomfortable at first, just in the beginning, but it won’t hurt. And then it’s going to feel really fucking good. Okay?”

“You’ve done this before?” I ask, hearing the slight hurt in my voice.
Jesus, Dylan. Don’t go there right now. Who cares what he’s done before you.

“I haven’t done it with you. You are the only woman who matters. And the only one I want to experience this with.” He picks up the bottle and flips the cap open. “I’ll tell you what to do. Just listen to my voice and keep your eyes on me. If you have to close them you can, but when I’m all the way in you I need you to look at me.”

“Okay,” I reply, watching as he spreads the lube on his cock. “Did you like what you just did to me? I mean, you were… you know.”

He squirts a bit of the liquid onto his finger before tossing the bottle to the other side of the bed. “I like everything I do to you.” I flinch as he spreads the cold liquid along my entrance, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. He watches me as he slips one finger inside, flattening his other hand on my pelvis. His thumb begins rubbing my clit as he moves his finger in and out of me.

“Mmm.” I close my eyes and take in the sensation, trying to stay relaxed.

“Two fingers, love.”

He pulls out of me and then I feel the slight sting as he stretches me. But he enters without restriction and begins moving his fingers around in slow circles. “Feel good?” he asks.

I open my eyes. “Yes,” I answer honestly. “So good. Can you do another?”

His thumb rubs against my clit as he slides his fingers out. I scrunch my face when he re-enters me, clamping my eyes shut. He stills inside me, letting me adjust to the foreign size. And it doesn’t take long until I’m begging him to move. He stretches me further as my eyes shoot open, immediately seeking out his cock.

I want it.

There.

“Reese, please.”

His eyes flash with a new desire. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to beg for this. Maybe he just assumed I’d go with it and then hopefully enjoy myself. But here I am, begging because I need to have him in this way.

He slides his fingers out and grips the base of his cock. “Hold your knees back for me.” I do as requested as he positions himself. His eyes trail up my body, landing on mine. “You want this. You just begged for it. Focus on that.” He presses against my opening, meeting the tight ring of muscle, and I suddenly feel like my insides are burning up. “This is the uncomfortable part.”

“No shit,” I respond, letting go of my legs and clawing the comforter at my sides. I can’t relax.

I’m no longer finding the urge to beg.

This fucking sucks.

“Dylan, you need to push against me.”

“What?”

He grips my hips, steadying himself. “Push against me. Like you don’t want me in.”

Well, that’s not hard to imagine.