Addiction (18 page)

I feel my balls start to tighten and my back stiffens as I come with her drenched pussy wrapped around my cock. I growl deep from within my chest as I give one last thrust of my hips, burying my cock deep inside of her as I come hard.

I pull out of her slowly, and her shaking body goes slack against the couch. I remove the condom and throw it over into the trash before I lean down and pull my jeans up. I leave her leaning over the couch as I pick up her clothes from the floor.

I lift her up and wrap my arm around her stomach to hold her back to my front. She sucks in a breath as she lays her heavy head against my chest. I look over her shoulder and down at her body. It still trembles, and her eyes are heavy as she stares up at me with a look of satisfaction on her face. My cock is still somewhat hard. Fuck, I already want her again.

“Stay the night with me tonight,” I say leaning down and softly kissing her lips. The fact that I just asked her to stay the night with me hits me like a ton of bricks. That was a very bad idea.

She breathes heavily and lifts her arms up and wraps them around the back of my neck. “Okay.” Bad idea or not, I’m thankful that she didn’t tell me no. I would have begged to get my way.

“Here. Let’s get you dressed.” I spin her around quickly and wrap my arms around her before she can fall. 

CHAPTER TWENTY

TAYLOR

Ever feel like a cheap woman after you have sex for the first time with a man? I have before, but I do not feel that way with Case. I know I should, though. It happened so fast I didn’t even have the time to process it. His lips were on mine, and my body was craving more. I didn’t even care that I was being easy. Or if the things I said sounded ridiculous. I just knew that my body was craving him and he wanted to feed that craving.

I stand on the third floor now in the entryway of his apartment. It’s a lot nicer than I expected. I thought it would have a small kitchen, one bathroom, and a cot, but it’s much bigger than that.

“No one will bother you up here.”

I spin around to face him. “You’re leaving me?” Geez, you just let him fuck you. Don’t you seem desperate already?

“Just for about an hour. I have a few things to take care of downstairs before I can come up here.” He walks up to me and leans down, kissing my forehead. His eyes linger on the scratch on my face for a few seconds before his beautiful blue eyes rise to meet mine. “And if I carried you off to my bedroom now like I want to do, I would spend what is left of this night inside of you.”

I shiver at how good that would feel. “Okay,” I say stupidly. It’s better than begging, I guess.

He pulls away but grabs my hand. He pulls me through the entrance of his apartment and walks me past the kitchen. We take a right and walk down a short hallway to a door at the end on the left. “This is my bedroom,” he announces as we enter. “You can shower if you want.” He then goes to the other side of the room and opens up another door. “This is my closet. You can put on something more comfortable.” He walks back over to me. “You can take a nap.” He slides his hand up the back of my neck. My body breaks out in goosebumps. “I’ll wake you when I come back up,” he whispers.

Oh, how I want to know what he has in mind to wake me up. I nod my head at him.

He leaves shortly after that, and I look around the now quiet apartment. The sound of the music below us comes up through the walls. I like it. It’s not too loud; it’s perfect.

I look down at my body and sigh when I realize I put my work clothes back on. The ones that alcohol spilled all over when I was shoved in the private room downstairs. I guess I’ll do what he suggested and take a shower.

I walk into his bathroom, open the door to the stand-up shower, and turn on the sprayer. I get undressed and see the prints from his strong hands on my hips where he grabbed a hold of me in his office. He did exactly what he said he was gonna do—fuck me! I’ve never had such intense sex. I’ve always dated the men who preferred the slower make love kind of sex. The kind where at first it’s kind of awkward until you both find a rhythm and understand what the other likes. Case knew what he wanted from me, and I allowed him to take it. However he wanted it. I’ve especially never slept with a guy who wanted to play with my ass right off the bat. I liked it. I like him. He fucks just as aggressive as he looks.

I enter the shower and let it warm up for a few seconds. As I get under the sprayer, I think about what we just did. He broke his rule for me. I smile before another thought enters my mind. I doubt this is the first time he’s broken his rules. But I push that thought out of my mind. All that matters is he broke it tonight for me.

I get out of the shower and wring out my hair. I wrap the towel around myself and make it over to his closet. I open the door and walk in. It’s not overly massive but a smaller version of a walk-in. Big enough for a single man. I run my hands against the button-down shirts that hang on the upper rack. I come to one at the end of the closet and look it over. It’s the prettiest blue I’ve ever seen. A dark blue that matches his eyes perfectly.

I pull it off the hanger and slip my arms into the sleeves. They are so long they hang over my hands. I bring the bottom of the shirt up to my nose as I take a deep breath. Hell, even his clothes smell dangerous. Like a hint of smoke and man.

I walk out of the closet and button a few buttons on it. I stand in the bedroom as I look over his bed. It’s a black four-post bed. It has a black comforter and white sheets. It looks dangerous as well. As if the devil himself lies there at night. I wonder what kind of sins have taken place on it. I wonder how many times a woman has screamed his name there. I wonder how many women have been up here. In this very spot? How many have experienced this side of Case?

Quit thinking that way, Taylor!
You’re just here to have sex with him. Again. That’s all that matters. Who cares who has been here before?

My stomach growls reminding me that I slept most of the day and only had a granola bar before hurrying to work. I walk into his small but cozy kitchen and turn on the lights. I open his fridge to see what options I have to fix something. I find some eggs and decide scrambled eggs it is.

Thirty minutes later, I’m rinsing my plate off in the sink when I hear the door open to his apartment. I smile to myself as I keep my back to the door. The hair on my neck stands up, and my heart starts beating faster just thinking about seeing him again. Wondering what he plans to do with me this time. Moments later, two strong arms wrap around my waist. So tightly that they lift me up off the floor.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look in my shirt?” His voice is rough, and it gives me butterflies. He unwraps one hand from around me and places it high on the back of my right thigh. “This, right here …” His fingers graze the bottom of my ass cheek. “I can see that you have no underwear on,” he growls. “It makes me fucking hard to know that I could just bend you over the table and slide my cock into your tight pussy.” He pushes his hips into my back, and my legs start to shake when I feel he’s telling the truth. He’s already hard, and it has my breath picking up.

He spins me around in his arms and pins my back against the counter. Before I can say anything, his lips land on mine. He’s just as desperate as before. He kisses me so deeply that it takes my breath away. His lips on mine make me moan. His tongue in my mouth makes my pussy throb with want.

My hands fumble to his belt. I need him inside of me. I need him to have me screaming and shaking as he did just hours ago. God, I’ve never been so desperate for someone before.

He grabs my hips; I jump up and wrap my legs around him. He starts to walk without removing his lips from mine. I keep waiting for him to run into something, but it never happens.

He lets go of me, and as soon as I place my feet on the floor, he pushes me backward. I yelp in surprise as I fall on his bed, and my lips sting from the bruising kiss he just gave me. “Unbutton my shirt,” he commands.

I sit up and bite my bottom lip nervously as I lift my hands to undo the first button of his shirt I’m wearing. I don’t wanna go slowly with him. I don’t wanna have to look him in the eyes. I’m too self-conscious for this, especially when he looks at me as if he is about to devour me. I shiver.

Once I finish the last button, he places his warm hands on my shoulders. He very slowly pushes the shirt off, and I allow it to fall down on the bed behind me. “Get up on your knees,” he orders roughly.

I get up on my shaking knees as he directed, but I avoid looking him in the eyes. Why am I so nervous? You just let him bend you over and fuck you not two hours ago.

He steps forward, his knees now touching the side of his bed. “Spread your legs for me. As far as they will go.” The order in his deep voice makes a shudder run through my body.

I push them apart as gracefully as I can, and he reaches his left hand out. I bite the inside of my cheek as his warm hand touches my inner thigh. He glides it up my leg and a whimper comes out when he runs his fingers over my pussy. I’m so wet for him already. I look up at him, and his eyes darken as a knowing smirk spreads across his face before he lowers his lips to mine. His tongue presses his way through my lips. And I suck it into my mouth. He lets out a moan as he pushes two fingers deep into me.

“Fuck me,” I demand desperately as I pull away. My pussy tightens around his fingers as he shakes his head.

“Not yet.”

“Please,” I beg, and I can’t help but think of what Savannah had said in the bathroom the first time we came to this club.
Women beg him to fuck them
. Well, I lasted a week before I became one of those women.

He smiles, and it is nothing short of satisfaction. Removing his fingers from my pussy, I let out a whimper of protest. “Lie down on your back.”

I let out a long sigh as I slowly lie down on my back. I look up at him as he crawls onto the bed. He places his body between my legs and I suck in a breath as he starts to lower his head to my pussy. God, I’m glad I showered. I’d hate for him to taste beer on me. That would be a total mood killer, right?

I arch my back and let out a soft cry when I feel the scruff on his face skim across the inside of my thigh. “Case …” I gasp. My body reacts to his touch, and I lift my hips, wanting to feel more of him.

His fingers grip my legs, and he throws them over his shoulders and places his hands on my hips, pressing them down on his comforter. “Is this what you wanted?” he questions. I go to answer but feel his tongue run up my pussy. I shudder. “You wanted me to fuck you with my tongue?” He repeats the motion, and I arch my back as I suck in a deep breath.

“More,” I breathe. “I need more.” I place my hands in his dark hair and push his head down. The breath catches in my throat when his tongue enters me without warning.

A shiver runs through me as his facial hair scratches my skin while he fucks me with his tongue. I thrash against his bed; whether I’m trying to get away or beg for more, I don’t know. All I do know is that he fucks me with his mouth as hard as he did earlier with his cock. His fingers dig into my hip bones, and I cry out as I let go of his head. I grab ahold of my breasts, and I pinch my hardened nipples.

I’ve never been into rough sex. But he makes me want it rougher. He makes me want it to hurt. He makes me want to scream out and beg for more even if it is to the point of pain.

My body thrashes, and my pussy tightens as I gasp for breath. I cry out as that familiar sensation starts to build deep in my stomach. My body breaks out in goosebumps, and I lock my legs around his head as my back arches. I reach up and run my hands through my hair till I grip it at the scalp. It prickles as the pain has my pussy tightening around his tongue. I come with his name on my lips as my body feels a high it has never reached before.

CASE

I pull away from her and stand from the bed. I get out of my shoes, jeans, and boxers in a rush. Going over to my nightstand, I grab a condom and roll it on my achingly hard cock.

I crawl back onto the bed and over her trembling body. Her lips are slack, and her eyes are closed, but I know she’s not asleep. She’s still feeling her orgasm. I slide my aching cock into her wet pussy, and her body jerks from how sensitive it is. I lick my lips and then lean down over her. I place my lips on hers and her hands shoot up to my chest. She tries to push me away, but I grab her wrists and pin them down by her head. She arches her back with a moan.

“Fucking kiss me,” I demand.

She shakes her head, eyes still closed. “Case …”

My hands tighten on her wrists, and she opens her mouth to suck in a deep breath. I take the opportunity and lower my lips to hers again. I shove my tongue in her mouth, and she moans in response. I pull away to say, “Taste how fucking sweet you are, Taylor.”

She opens her eyes and looks up at me. She fists her hands, and I feel her muscles stretch under my hands. She licks her lips, and I smile.

“You taste amazing, baby,” I whisper.

Her eyes fall on my lips, and I bend down again. This time, her tongue comes out and runs across my lips. She opens her mouth, and I move in closer, kissing her softly. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss. She pulls my tongue into her mouth and sucks on it. My cock jerks inside her.

I pull away panting. “Fuck. I’m gonna fuck you all night.” I pull back and thrust forward.
This can’t happen again.
This was already a bad idea, but fuck, it feels fucking amazing.

“Yes.” She cries out and arches her back. Her pussy tightens around my cock with every thrust.

Just like earlier in my office, I need more. I let go of her wrists and pull out of her. Before she can even protest, I flip her over onto her stomach and pull her ass up in the air. I stare down at her shaved, soaked pussy and ass. The need to fuck it is strong, but I have to remind myself not tonight.

I spread her legs with my knees, and she cries out softly. Her knees shake against mine, and I take my slick cock in my hand and slide it into her. Her pussy tightens, pulling me into her, and my balls tighten in response. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.

She places her hands on the comforter and gets up on her hands and knees. I grab her hands and pull them behind her back. She falls to the bed with a whimper. Her hands fight my hold, but I grip them tightly in one hand while I lean over her. I use my free hand to pull the hair off the side of her face. I whisper in her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you however I want.” She sucks in a breath and then nods her head. I growl with the knowledge she is gonna let me have my way with her. “I like it rough, and I like to be in control. Do you have a problem with that?” I ask. I would never do something that she refused. But fuck, I pray she doesn’t tell me no.