Her hands worked frantically to push my jacket and now ruined shirt from my shoulders. Her hands felt glorious on my bare skin. I pushed against her again, feeling the head of my dick pushing into her folds even through my slacks and her panties.
“Don’t be gentle,” she breathed, her eyes met mine, even as our mouths returned to each other.
I held her against the wall of my foyer, one hand under her ass and one cupping her face while running my thumb along her jaw. She was so fucking perfect, beguiling in a siren sort of way. I’d given up hope of ever finding any woman who was the combination of fire, brains, and honesty.
We were desperate, frenzied and starving, yet it felt as if it played out in slow motion and I thought I would die waiting to be inside her. I heard my belt buckle clank, my zipper slide down and elicited a low groan when finally, her slender fingers closed around the shaft of my cock; her thumb running over the head. She stroked up and down the best she could between our bodies. It was awkward but felt incredible. All I could hear was the pounding of both of our hearts as they beat together in an insane, powerful rhythm, the rushing of blood in my ears and Addison’s soft moans.
I broke the kiss and touched my forehead to hers. I was between her spread legs, holding her completely off of the floor and still pressed to the wall. It was sexy as hell.
My breathing ragged, I swallowed and licked my lips. “I want to be deep inside you,” I almost growled and at the same time I reached down and hooked two fingers inside the crotch of her panties. They were silk, very damp, and her hips pushed forward, beckoning. I was dying.
Are you safe?” It was an impatient demand; pained in my agony to make us one. “Addison, quickly. Answer me. Are you on the pill?”
Reason should have demanded I wear a condom, but God help me, I wanted nothing between my flesh and hers.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She kissed me softly, longingly, a sharp contrast to the scene leading up to this, but something in her voice was pleading. “Yes!”
She continued to pump and pull on my body, bringing me so close. “Oh, God. Stop. I’ll come.”
“I want you too,” she said, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes in surrender.
“Want me to what? Say it,” I demanded, closing my fist around the material in my hand and ripping them to shreds.
“Uhhhh, Addison gasped. “Come, Jaxon,” she said softly. “I want you to come.” I found it so endearing that she could write such hot sex scenes and be so abandoned in touching me and letting her inhibitions down, yet her spoken words seemed very shy.
Instantly, I pulled her off of the wall and strode with her to my Italian leather sofa. I couldn’t wait to take off her dress; I wanted to see more of her rounded breasts. I pulled on the zipper and set her down in one motion. She had me free of the confines of my slacks and my boxer briefs had been pushed down until the waistband was beneath my balls. I could feel my cock ache for release, bobbing at full mast as I took her across the room. I pulled the neckline of her dress down. This wasn’t the way I wanted to take her the first time; both of us half-dressed, and beside ourselves with desire, but right now I would do anything to come, and come hard. I knew I would. I’d been tortured and taunted for weeks; both in my fantasies and in real life. I was voracious in my desire for her.
She peered up at me as she lay waiting, leaning back on the modern cushions of the sleek couch, her knees up, her legs spread, her lush breasts begging to be free of the black lace bra that accented them so perfectly. The glistening flesh at the apex of her thighs waiting for me to bury myself inside. I was so driven by desire I was afraid I’d come before I even entered her.
“If I come inside you will you steal my soul?” I asked coming down on top of her and into her waiting arms. If she would have said yes, in that moment, I would have sacrificed it willingly.
A small smile curved her mouth but when I used one hand to move the head of my cock along her slick folds her head turned to the side, her fingers slid up my arms and her heels hooked into the back of my thighs. She was pulling me closer, her hips arching to mine. This was the moment I’d been fantasizing about.
“Uhhhh,” she cried as I nudged inside. She was hot, wet, tight, and in one smooth thrust I was inside her. “Mmmmm,” she moaned as I began to move inside her. I wasn’t gentle as my hips thrust fast and hard as I drove into her again and again. “Yes, Jax… Oh, God.” I could feel her walls tense and squeeze around me and then release every time I pushed into her and pulled out. It was heaven, like we were two pieces of one puzzle, made for fucking each other; it was that fantastic.
“Jesus Christ,” I said, dropping my head to her shoulder. She met me thrust for thrust and the magnificent and delicious pressure began to build as I slid in and out of her. I was close to coming, lost in my abandon, so I slowed my strokes and bent to kiss her. “It’s so good.” My words were deep and guttural before my mouth began to tease and taste hers. I used my tongue in her mouth the way my cock was working inside her pussy, echoing the rhythm.
Normally, I was the king of control, but I felt like I’d wanted her forever and now finally, she was here, beneath me, and it was more than I could have ever imagined. I pushed in as deep as I could and held, willing myself not to come. I wanted this to last more than a few minutes. The slow squeezes around my cock continued. “Addison,” I breathed. “Don’t.”
Her hips arched up and she squeezed again. Even without the thrusts, I was teetering on the edge. Her teeth pulled on my lower lip. “Fuck me,” she said softly. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”
Her sweet voice, begging me to fuck her was the trigger that set my hips in motion again; albeit against my will. I tried to move slowly, but her hands pushing my boxers and pants down my ass communicated her needs. One of her hands raked down my back as the other clasped around my butt, pressing me forward. I didn’t want to overthink it; I couldn’t. I just had to lose myself in her succulent body.
My hands cupped her head and I buried my face in her neck and pumped into her. She gasped and met my movements.
“Oh, yes, that’s it. Uhnnnnn, mmmm.”
When I felt the spasms of her orgasm begin, I let myself fall off the edge with her. My balls tightened and I exploded inside her in three long spurts, hooking her leg with one elbow I kept moving. Her body kept working mine, her hips moving and milking me for every drop.
I inhaled deeply, willing my breathing to return to normal.
Addison crossed her legs around my hips, and I raised my head to gaze down into her face. Even in the dim light I could see the flush of pleasure warm the skin of her cheeks. Her hair was messed up from my hands, and I brushed it back, using both hands to graze her high cheekbones. She was stunning and I was in awe.
“Wow,” I murmured, brushing her nose with mine, then placed a soft kiss on her open mouth. She squeezed around my dick again and I chuckled softly. “You surprised me.”
“Really?” Her hand lifted and threaded through my hair, pushing it off of my forehead and away from my temple. “How?” Her eyes were soft and filled with satisfaction and something else I couldn’t place.
I offered a lazy smile. “Just… how honest you were in your needs.” It was a huge turn on combined with the soft allure that seemed innate to her. It was refreshing to be with someone who, despite her lack of experience, was so vocal. “I loved it.”
She inhaled and her expanding chest reminded me that I was still on top of her.
“The sex was incredible, but this feels easy. Doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
I didn’t want to move because while she had told me what she needed during sex, she seemed pensive now that it was over. I didn’t want to pull out, but I knew if I stayed where I was, we’d have a mess all over my leather couch.
“I’m going to get a towel,” I said easing out of her and grabbing the end of my dick to try and catch any errant fluid. I pushed myself up and hurried up the stairs into the bathroom off my bedroom to cl
ean myself up. I threw off my pants and soiled boxers choosing a pair of black silk pajama pants and hurriedly slipped them on.
I went back, grabbed a clean white hand towel off of the rack by the sink, dampened it with warm water and took it back into the living room so she could clean up, though I’d already formulated plans to get her into the shower for a do-over and then to take a swim in the Egyptian sheets of my California king for another round. I had so many erotic plans for little miss Addison Tomms. I was feeling more sated, relaxed, and happy than I had in a long time.
I’d ruined her panties, so I went to the dresser inside my closet again and found a pair of my silk boxers for her to wear instead. Not that I was ready for her to leave, I planned to keep her with me all night, but when she did go home, she’d need something to wear. I smiled at the thought of her with my shorts under her little black dress.
“I brought this for you to clean up with—” As I walked down the stairs my eyes flew to the sofa where we’d had our first romp, but she wasn’t there. “Addison?” I called, my words echoing through the empty space. Maybe she was in one of the bathrooms. I had four and it wouldn’t be difficult to find one. I placed the clothing on the bar, I bent over and reached for two glasses and the decanter of my favorite single malt Irish whiskey. She’d probably hate the strong liquor I decided pouring two fingers into both glasses. I’d have to ask what she preferred and make sure to stock it from now on. I took a drink of the amber liquor and felt the familiar burn on the back of my throat and the heat as it traveled down toward my stomach.
“Addison?” I called again. “Are you okay?”
I put down the glass and walked around my apartment checking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. My heart sank. Maybe she didn’t enjoy being with me, or perhaps I’d scared her, after all.
Suddenly, I panicked, and I felt sick inside that she would leave without saying goodbye when I was hoping she’d stay all night. I didn’t want her bailing on this after what we’d just shared.
My phone was in my jacket pocket which was lying in a heap with my discarded shirt on the floor in the living room. I reminded myself who I was and that I didn’t freak out over a woman’s emotions or a great lay. I took my drink and sat on the sofa we’d just christened with our lovemaking. I grabbed my jacket and found my phone with my free hand. Staring at it, I fought with myself. Should I call her? Maybe she needed space. If not, why would she run out of here like a frightened cat? Especially when she’d just been so open. What did this mean?
“Fuuuuuuck!” I shouted into the empty space. “Son of a bitch!”
2
I didn’t understand what had changed from the moment Jax had been inside me and I’d been sighing out his name in abandon, and three minutes later when I’d bolted out of his apartment like I had demons on my heels.
I was sitting in the back of a cab, sans panties under my dress, completely freaking out; about what had happened, how I felt, and afraid of the future. I was shaking and vulnerable, feeling as if I was exposed to the entire world. Wondering how the hell I was going to explain leaving to Jax, but I needed to figure it out for myself, first. All I knew was that the minute he left me, fear settled over my entire being and I couldn’t explain it, I just had to get away; to think straight and figure it out. I shook my head. Jax gave me the choice, and I’d made it. At the time, I wanted him as if he’d cast some high-powered seduction spell on me. I knew it was ludicrous, and I’d just made it all worse.
I responded to the cabby with my address but kept to myself on the ride across Manhattan, huddled in the corner of the backseat, staring out of the window with my arms wrapped around myself the entire time.
When the cab arrived and he asked me for the fare, I realized I didn’t have my purse.
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed. “Um, it seems I don’t have my purse.”
The driver shot me an exasperated look over his shoulder. “Seriously? Come on, lady. I don’t have time for this.”
I blinked and scrambled for what to do. Michelle might be out for the night. I wouldn’t know since my phone was inside my missing purse. I sighed in frustration. “Um,” I began but was interrupted.
“In about thirty seconds I’ll be driving you down to the NYPD and leaving the meter running on the way,” he said in a heavy Brooklyn accent.
“Really, it’s just an oversight.” I could have him take me back to Jax’s where I would retrieve my purse, but the thought of facing my lover, slash, professor made me cringe. I already looked like an idiot, I didn’t need this, too. My hands clenched into fists and then released a couple of times as I tried to figure out another solution. “Wait! If you wait here, I’ll go inside and get the fare.”
He looked at me skeptically. “How do I know you won’t go inside and blow me off?”
I didn’t have anything to leave with him as collateral. I looked up at the license in the front of the cab and saw his name was John. “Can you just trust me, John? I’ve had a bad night and I promise, I have a credit card inside.” It was one my parents gave me for emergencies, and this definitely qualified as an emergency. “You can leave the meter running,” I implored.
“Okay, but make it fast, will ya?”
“Yes, I promise.”
“If you’re not out here in five I’m callin’ the cops.”
“No problem.” I hopped out and rushed inside, thanking God for the electronic keypad on the door to the building and the other on our apartment. If I’d needed keys, I would have really been screwed.
I quickly dispensed with the first combination lock and rushed upstairs, then the second and I rushed into my apartment. To my surprise, Michelle was there watching television. She looked up in surprise.
“Where have you been?” She eyed me skeptically as I rushed to the small end table by my bed and rummaged through it to find the Chase platinum card hiding in the back.
“Oh, um, I’ll explain in a minute. I have to pay the cab driver. I lost my purse.”
Michelle looked alarmed. “Where? Do we need to go look for it? We can just use that cab.” She stood up. “I’ll get my purse.”
I flushed. How could I tell her that I knew exactly where it was and I’d rather slink away in shame than go back to retrieve it? “No, that’s okay,” I said heading for the door.
“You don’t want to go find it?” Her brow creased in confusion.
“Michelle, I’ll explain in a minute. I have to pay this guy.” I rushed from the apartment and outside again. I soon had the disgruntled cabbie paid and headed back upstairs, this time much slower because I was dreading the conversation with my best friend.
Once back inside, Michelle had resumed her position on the sofa, but her eyes narrowed. “Want to tell me what the hell is going on?” she asked knowingly.
I stopped in front of her, my head falling back and eyes closing as I inhaled deeply. I was conscious of the remnants of my panties hanging in tatters from my waist under my dress. This wasn’t like me to go to a man’s apartment on the first date and fuck his brains out. “I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I said quietly. I needed a bath, though I didn’t want to wash the scent of Jaxon off of me just yet. I was torn and it was stupid.
“This is weird, Addy. I’m worried. Why won’t you tell me what happened? Did someone assault you?” She was concerned.
My head snapped up and I looked at her, shaking my head. “No, not at all. I just left my purse somewhere. I know where it is, and I’ll get it later.”
“Where did you go, and why didn’t you ask me to come along? When I got home and you weren’t here, I texted, but you didn’t answer.”
“You weren’t here when I got out of the bath, so I couldn’t tell you.” I wished she’d just drop it.
“I just ran to the store for a little bit.”
“Well, you didn’t tell me, so why are you making a big deal out of me telling you?” I snapped.
“Whoa, hold up,” Michelle said, getting pissed. “Don’t sni
pe at me because I was worried about you.”
She was right. “Okay, if you must know, I had dinner with Professor Michaels. He wants to read my manuscript. He thinks I have potential and he might be able to connect me with someone in the publishing industry. I might be able to publish my book. I was so excited, I forgot my purse. The restaurant is closed now, so going back to get it would be pointless.” I was surprised how quickly the lie came out of my mouth. Michelle was my best friend and I was dying to tell her everything, to confide in her and get her opinion on what to do next, but my promise to Jaxon resonated.
Her mouth fell open in astonishment and she jumped up, her frown now replaced with a big smile. She came over to hug me. “Oh, my God! That’s amazing! Really?”
“Yes,” I replied, hugging her back.
She pulled back and looked into my face, one eyebrow shooting up. “Why do you smell like a dude?”
Oh, shit.
My heart fell as panic washed over me. I should have realized she’d smell him on me. Did I smell like his cologne or sex? I had to come up with something fast. “He hugged me goodbye, that’s all,” I said sheepishly.
Her eyes studied me, not fooled. “Uh-huh. And I’m Queen Elizabeth.”
“You’re looking good for ninety-something, Your Majesty.” I hoped being flippant would get me off the hook. “Taking a bath now.” I turned to walk the short distance to the small bathroom.
“Ha ha. How big is his dick?” she threw out.
“Michelle, I told you—”
“Yes, and I’m not in the market for a load of crap today.” She crossed her arms, her eyebrows still raised. “So, spill.”
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