Stand (Black Addiction Book 3) (9 page)

Her body lifted, my hands trailed down from her hips touching every inch of skin until they reached between her legs. The soft skin drenched as it grinded against my hand. And as much as I would have liked to get her off again, this time with my fingers, the decision had already been made that the next time she came was with me inside her.

I didn’t think, my mind completely off the chain as I palmed the base of my dick and slid it inside. The shock of the invasion took her by surprise, her body slamming down onto me as she took my length in one thrust, neither of us able to move.

“You okay?” I asked, her pussy gripping me tighter than a fist.

“Yeah, I just need a minute.” She winced, trying to readjust.

It was fucking tight, and I hadn’t been gentle nor had I given her a heads up—the fucking irony—either.

“Do you want me to pull out?” My dick throbbed hoping like hell she didn’t say yes.

“No.” She slowly moved her hips, their glide up and down my cock getting easier with each pass. “Don’t you dare pull out.”

“Good because I need to fuck you hard, Beth.”

The gloves were off and I grabbed her waist and plunged into her as she rode me hard. Both of us frenzied as we moved against each other, her hands gripping my shoulders as she tried to get more traction.

There was no more talking, unless you counted the “oh God,” “yes,” “more,” or our names as dialogue. And there didn’t need to be, everything that needed to be said transmitted loud and clear by the fucking moans we both were making.

Had it ever been this good? The sex with us had always been five star, but I couldn’t be sure it had ever felt like this. The fit of me inside her so fucking perfect I was almost positive we’d been made for each other.

“Beth.” I wrapped my arms around her pulling her down onto my chest. “I need to come, sweetheart.”

Thinking was a tough ask—her tits pressed up against me while my dick was inside her ready to explode—it was a wonder I could talk at all. But as the need in me to come rose into levels of
Danger! Will Robinson
it occurred to me that one of the reasons it felt so good was because we’d forgone the condom. Not that there had been any discussion, both of us too interested in the fucking part to be responsible.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She panted against my neck. “I’m going to come too.”

It was all I needed to hear, her pussy tightening around my dick stopping any hope of holding back.

“Max,” she screamed her body shaking as I continued to move, my dick exploding into her as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.

“Beth, oh fuck.”

I couldn’t stop.

My back rose off the mattress as I pistoned into her, the pulsing of her pussy milking my cock as we both breathed out of control.

We didn’t move, our legs knotted together as she lay on me. The weight of her body made me want to pull a
Leonardo
—this was king of the world type shit if ever there was—but I didn’t move, not wanting to lose the connection.

“Hey,” my hand swept the base of her neck, pushing her hair out of the way. “You still with me?”

Her sweat soaked body had yet to move and other than the steady beat of her heart, I couldn’t be sure she hadn’t passed out.

“Are you sure that Benadryl wasn’t cut with Viagra?” She laughed against my neck, the gentle vibrations motherfucking bliss against my skin.

I barked out a laugh, loving her body on mine. “Well, we’ll just have to do it again just to be sure.”

“Purely for research purposes, of course.” She moved her mouth against my throat, her lips kissing softly against my skin.

“Of course.”

It was a compulsion.

Whenever Max and I were in the same zip code we inevitably ended up in bed. It had been our MO for so many years, I had assumed that once I moved and put some distance between us the cycle would stop. Surely we could be next to each other and not dissolve into a pair of sex-starved teenagers.

But nooooooooooooo, it seemed we couldn’t.

We’d lasted exactly one week.

A week.

Not even a
full
week if you take into account hours.

Problem was, I didn’t even know who or what to blame.

Was it my libido? The lack of decent sex and rather underwhelming dick I’d been exposed to? It would make sense since Max was a bonafide guarantee of toe curling pleasure. He was able to tease out an orgasm within minutes while the last guy I’d dated played
Battleship
with my vagina and I still had to fake it.

Maybe it was just habit? An unconscious compulsion like eating a cookie even though you aren’t hungry, purely because there is a plate of freshly baked chocolate chips sitting in front of you.

Or maybe—going out on a limb here—it’s because he looked freaking hot beyond measure and could make me cream my pants with just a smile.

Ha. Yeah, that was definitely
not
the reason. Didn’t even notice his washboard abs or his impeccable ass.

Of course there was the obvious answer here—the one I had been dancing around because I didn’t want to admit that I’d be that shallow—his penis.

Ahhhhhhh.

Yeah.

That.

It really was worthy of the hero worship it received online. Its pink perfect glory was not only sizeable—there was no false advertising with that man—but he knew what to do with it too. A well-trained beast he could either call to heel or let off the chain—each with their own set of rewards.

Great. Now I was a pervert too.

On top of all of that—because clearly that wasn’t enough drama—I’d had sex with him without a condom. Repeatedly. Excuse me while I beat my head against a brick wall because that would have been a hell of lot smarter than protection-less sex. He even stopped, giving me the option for his happy ending not to be inside of me and what did I say?

It’s all good, all fine. Go ahead and inject me with your love juice I’m on the pill.
Okay, maybe that’s not what I said, but it may as well have been. Hypnotized by the orgasmic glow or stupid pills, I wasn’t sure which. Like an unwanted pregnancy was my biggest problem. God, please don’t strike me down with some unpronounceable genital funk.

It was an honest mistake. We had been together so often and so long we
sometimes
forwent the latex. I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen and I trusted that those times we had been with other people, both of us had been safe. Probably a little trusting, but there was no reason to not be.

But that had been in the past. And while I knew there were no mutating cells crawling around my private parts—Max was the only unprotected partner I’d ever had and I had regular rigorous health screenings—I had no idea what had been
crawling up
on him.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Max laughed, his chest still glistening from his shower. The towel around his waist further fed my stupidity as I rationalized whatever the damage was it had already been done, so what trouble could one more time be.

“I should probably get going.” Well there was an understatement. Probably? How about
definitely
.

“Wait a second.” Max stood in my path, the few steps I’d taken towards the door not enough. “What’s wrong?” He lifted my chin so that he could see in my eyes, all traces of allergens completely gone from his beautiful face.

“Nothing.” I shrugged, not willing to share the freak out currently happening in my head.

“You really expect me to believe that?” The raised eyebrow was a hint he wasn’t buying it. “You’re forgetting I
know
you. So, I will ask you again, what’s wrong?”

Ah fuck it. He was right. He did know me, so I might as well get the
conversation
over with. That sexy dialogue of, is-there-a-chance-of-syphilis.
Way to go, dumbass.

“We had sex without a condom.” My eyes stayed glued to his. “I know it’s a little late now.” Once again, another understatement. “And I said I was on the pill but—”

“I’m clean.” He didn’t give me a chance to finish. “And I would never put you at risk if there was even the slightest chance.”

“What about me? Aren’t you worried?” I shook my head wondering why I was the only one of us with the concern. He had no idea what I’d been doing in the years since he saw me. I could have thrown caution to the wind, screwing with reckless abandon.

“Nope, not even a little.” There was zero hesitation in his voice as he smiled, in his eyes unwavering confidence that clearly I didn’t possess. “Is there anything else?”

“No, that’s it.”

Well most of it. My own stupidity wasn’t up for debate. I was having too much fun with that on my own. The whole
can we just be friends without fucking,
still very much the question of the morning.

“Good. What are you doing tonight?” He wrapped his arms around me ignoring the fact he was essentially naked and I had a bad track record of not sleeping with him. “The band is doing a gig tonight, and I know they’d love to see you.”

“A gig? I’ve seen nothing in the press. In New York?”

Black Addiction had come a long way in the last few years. Their last album had gone quadruple platinum, with record-breaking sales in the UK and Europe. They weren’t a bar band anymore with almost every concert selling out no matter how big the venue. So, maybe I stayed up to date with their rise to success, sue me.

“That’s because it’s not listed.” Max’s face animated with mischief. “Not as us anyway. Stadiums are awesome, but we miss the clubs, the intimate contact. We figured we’d do a couple of shows under different names so no one knows who it is until we show up.”

“Really, well that’s kind of cool. What’s the band called?” Talk of the band a welcome diversion. My freak out wasn’t going anywhere, so delaying it a minute or two wasn’t a problem.

“Cloak and Dagger. It’s so fucking cheesy, I love it.” He pulled me closer, his lips landing on my neck. “So you’ll come right?”

“Sure.” My mouth agreed before my brain had properly weighed the argument.
Not smart
, my brain warned while my mouth gave us all the finger. Awesome. I’m developing multiple personality disorder, how nice for me.

“Great.” Max’s arms squeezed tighter, ignoring he was still in a towel and his man bits were trying to give me a hug of their own.

“Pick me,”
whispered my vagina thankfully quiet enough so my mouth couldn’t hear.

“Show starts at ten, we’re heading there to set up earlier though, but I can circle back and pick you up around nine.”

“No, that’s silly. It makes no sense for you to come all the way back.”
Really
, my self-conscious glared at the irony of
me
identifying stupidity. Middle fingers and
fuck yous
internally being thrown at random. “I’ll catch an Uber or cab, just tell me the address.”

“It will be just like old times, huh?” Max’s hands wandered down my back seeming to not notice his renegade cock was tapping Morse code against the towel.

“Yeah, it will be great.” The big freak show smile on my face indicating I had now hit delirium. “I should let you go. Get ready. Get in the zone.”
Get into some clothes,
the last option remaining unspoken as I unraveled myself from his hold.

“You don’t want to stay a little longer?” The effort I’d made to create distance negated as he pulled me back. “Have breakfast?” The smirk on his face hinted that he wasn’t talking about bacon and eggs.

“I need to get back.” I tried again to escape, this time unhinging his hands from my ass so that I was able to step out of his grasp. “Jules has probably already called the police to issue a BOLO when I didn’t come home last night.”

“Fine, I’ll see you tonight then.” He watched with amusement as I walked backward toward his bedroom door.

“Yes, yes of course. Wouldn’t miss it.”

While it would have been perfectly acceptable to let me find the front door and continue on my journey solo he instead insisted on being a gentleman and walking me out.

In his towel.

So trying to keep my eyes above his chin—anything lower could mean some renegade body parts of my own—I said goodbye and finally made my escape.

Phew.

Now I could go and berate myself in private and work out how the hell I got out of the date I had accidentally agreed to. Because surely I couldn’t go. No. That would be inviting trouble.

I had barely stepped inside the doorway when my progress was stopped, my body slamming into a very amused Jules.

“The allure of the twelve-inch cock was too great, well done, you.” Her arms folded across her chest with a smile of I-know-what-you-were-doing beaming on her face.

“It’s not twelve inches.” I closed the door behind me and immediately jumped on the defensive. “And me spending the night with Max is not what you think.”

“Oh, so you didn’t sleep with him?” Her brow rose in a challenge to prove her wrong. “Him and his eleven-inch slong.”

“I-I.” My mouth opened and closed unable to finish the sentence. Or lie as the case was. I had definitely slept with him. “It’s not eleven inches either.”

“You totally slept with him.” Jules gave me a case of wiggle-finger-I-told-you-so. “Rode his ten-inch rod all night.”

“No, stop.” My hands waved erratically in front of me, an effort to stop what my mouth wasn’t capable of. “I’m not telling you how big it is.”

“You don’t have to say a thing, just nod when I get it right.” She nodded her head like it would assure my compliance. “Nine-inch nail?”

“I slept with him,” I blurted out, the pressure too great. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Damn it, I sucked at discretion.

“Nine inches. Go, Beth.” Jules raised her hand awaiting mine to join it for a high-five.

“Stop focusing on his penis.” I scrubbed my face with my hands in frustration.

“Um, probably should have taken your own advice.”

“Jules.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be serious.” She bit down on her lip trying not to laugh. “Tell me all about it.”

The details of the night spewed out of me. From the wonderful meal, my bottomless wine glass and the guest appearance of micro penis at the restaurant, to my downward spiral where I tried to poison him. Twice.

“Who has to worry about Rohypnol when you can do all of that with dessert and some antihistamines.” She’d stopped trying to hold back the laughter, her arms wrapping around her sides as she enjoyed the retelling at my expense.

I wanted to be mad, I mean it shouldn’t be funny but laid out in front of us in its calamity it was hard to not crack a smile. I’d become my own punch line.

“It’s not funny.” The giggle unable to be suppressed as I shoved her shoulder.

“Oh I disagree, it’s freaking hilarious.”

“Alright, Alright, Alright.” My invisible white flag of surrender waved while I conceded there was mostly likely going to be laughter. “You have to help me think of an excuse not to go out tonight.”

The sex with the ex had been done. Even if I wanted to—and I didn’t—we couldn’t go back in time and un-copulate so the more pressing issue was the date. The one I had agreed to. The one that I was sure would lead to more of
that
. The
that
not needing to be clarified.

“Why don’t you want to go out with him?” Her confusion justified given I wasn’t usually a one-night stand kind of girl, micro penis had been the exception. “Did his huge pole knock the sense out of you?”

“It’s not that simple. The band will be there and it will be . . .” Just like old times as Max had put it. “Awkward, they’ll assume we’re back together. I don’t want to send the wrong signals.”