by Celia Loren
The elevator doors dinged open, and Cutler smiled. “Saved by the bell,” he said. Addison laughed, and they walked into a pristinely carpeted hallway. Cutler interlaced his fingers with Addison’s as they hurriedly searched for their room, not wanting to wait another second to tear into each other.
He stopped in front of 1632 and slid the key card into the slot. It lit up green, and he pushed the handle down. He leaned on the door to open it and picked Addison up from around her waist. She wrapped her legs around him as he walked into the dark room and let the door swing shut behind them.
He turned around, pushing her up against the back of the door. She leaned down and kissed him, stroking his tongue forcefully with her own. He reached behind him, unwrapping her legs and letting her slide down his body to standing. She felt so deliciously small, pinned up against the door with his body enveloping hers. She breathed him in, letting his scent fill her up.
She felt his hands travel to the front of her thighs and pull up the hem of her dress, then travel to the back, pulling up her dress there, too, until it sat bunched around her waist. She felt completely aware of her body, like all her nerve endings were firing all at once. Cutler ran his hands under the sides of the mesh black thong she was wearing then pulled it away from her and let it snap back against her skin. She gasped, and felt grateful she was wearing this pair of underwear and not anything dowdier.
She exhaled slowly as he kneeled in front of her and nuzzled into her crotch. She could feel his breath through her panties, and she felt herself becoming even wetter. With his teeth, he pulled them aside, and quickly, teasingly, licked her clit. She cried out at the sudden contact, then looked chagrined as he stood up and stepped away from her. He backed up to a desk on the wall and turned on a small reading lamp on top of it. She squinted slightly at the light, then raised her eyebrows at him…well?
“I want to watch you undress,” he said.
Addison blushed, feeling a rush of heat run through her. He made her feel so…desired. She’d never felt so sexy with any man before Cutler. She’d never been accepted so completely. The realization gave her pause—could this relationship be something more than sex? The hungry look in her eyes brought her back to the moment, and she smiled shyly as she stepped away from the door.
She shimmied her dress down again, and reached behind herself to unzip it. She felt it loosen around her, and she let it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she picked it up and tossed it onto the desk. Biting her lip, she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It slid down her arms, and she tossed it onto the desk, as well. She could see he was breathing hard now. She slipped her hands under the sides of her thong, as he had a minute ago, and slipped them down to the floor. Picking them up with her toe, she flicked them to the side. She watched Cutler look down at her feet, still in her sexy heels, then slowly work his way up, devouring her with his eyes.
She could see his erection pushing at his pants, and smiling mischievously, she brought her hand up to her chest and ran it across her breasts. She saw his eyes light up. She brought her other hand up, and circled her nipples with her index fingers until they became hard. She dropped one hand, then slid the other one down her stomach to her pussy. Cutler groaned as she slipped her hand between her lips and began to pleasure herself. God, being high made everything feel so much better, she thought
He slowly began stripping off his own clothes, not wanting to take his eyes off her for a second. Addison watched him through hooded eyes, enjoying the sight of his beautiful muscles. He kicked off his boxers and stood, pulling a condom out of his pants pocket as he did so. Addison moaned at the sight of his fully erect penis.
With two quick strides, he was next to her, wrapping his arms around her and picking her up. He walked quickly to the bed and she gasped at his strength as he tossed her on the foot of it. He took her arm, turning her over so that her back was to him and her legs were sticking off the end. He slipped his hands under her breasts, pulling her up to standing so that her feet were planted on the floor and her legs were pinned against the bed.
She moaned as she felt his hands running across the front of her body, grasping her breasts and massaging them. She thrust her ass against him, feeling his dick rub against her. He took one hand and ran it up her back, pushing the front of her torso against the cool duvet cover. She felt him lean over her and run his hands down the back of her thighs, opening her legs wider to him. She felt completely exposed to him, and was surprised by how much she trusted him.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers inside of her, circling her.
“Fuck, I love how wet you are,” he said, and Addison moaned at his touch and the sound of his voice. He slid his other hand up her back, pinning her to the bed, and continued to move his other hand. She felt him slip a third finger inside of her, and gasped at the sensation. She felt so full, and the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. But she wanted more—she wanted—needed to feel his dick inside her. She heard the quick rip of a condom wrapper.
“Tell me you want me,” he grunted.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice muffled slightly by the bed covers.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you, Cutler. I want you.”
“Beg.”
“Please, Cutler, please. Please fuck me.” She would say anything to him right now.
With a sudden thrust, he was inside her, and she almost came from that single stroke. He grabbed the sides of her hips, pulling them up so he was hitting her g-spot, then withdrew completely. Addison reeled from the fullness and sudden emptiness. He thrust into her again, even deeper this time. Addison cried out. Again he withdrew and thrust into her, pulling her hips toward him. Then he began thrusting more quickly, never leaving her.
She had no choice but to give complete control over him. He reached one hand around her to her clit, and Addison began to spasm on the bed, lost in pleasure. Seeing her, he lost control of himself, and thrust against her harder and harder as he came.
With a final cry, he collapsed on top of her. Addison turned her head to the side, trying to catch her breath. Fuck. He was so heavy on top of her, and inside her…she felt completely overwhelmed by him in the best way. He leaned up a little, and brushed her hair to the side of her neck, then kissed her cheek, trailing kisses on her cheekbone. She marveled at how he could be so hard one moment and so tender the next.
She felt him pull out of her and heard him walk into the bathroom and turn on the faucet. She stretched her arms above her head, and with what felt like great force of will, she pushed herself the rest of the way onto the bed and flopped over on her back. She was still breathing a little heavily, and could feel the alcohol and weed still at work on her.
Addison reached out her hand in front of her face and studied it. It seemed like, in movies she’d seen, people who were stoned were always looking at their hands in awe. They looked pretty normal to her. She just felt a little giddy, though that might have been the endorphin rush from the amazing orgasm she’d just had. Her senses did seem more awake, though, that she was sure of.
She glanced around the room. It was nice, mostly white furnishings. In some ways, it reminded her of her old apartment with Owen. Hell, maybe their hotel decorator also did their apartment. She shook her head, willing any thought of Owen out of her head.
She glanced over toward the bathroom as Cutler walked out carrying a damp washcloth and crossed over to the desk, turning off the light.
“Hey, I can’t see anything!” she protested.
“That’s the point.” She could hear a smile in his voice, and a tingle of anticipation ran up her back. She heard him step toward the bed, and tried to make out his shape in the darkness.
The warm wetness of the washcloth on her foot took her by surprise. He was running his hand around the sole of her foot wrapped in it. A grin spread across her face as pleasure shot all the way from her foot to her crotch, and she wriggled slightly. Picking up her heel in his hand, he li
fted her leg off the bed and ran the washcloth over her shin and up her thigh. He stopped just short of her sex, then ran it back down to her heel. Her nerves were really firing now, and she gripped the duvet cover between her fingers.
She felt him pick up her other heel and move up her leg, then glide over her hipbone and onto her right breast. She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation of the slightly rough washcloth against her sensitive nipple. He covered her breast with it, then massaged her through it. She arched her back, rising to meet his hand. The fact that he was touching her, but not touching her, was such a delicious tease. She ached to feel his skin against hers. She felt him move to her other breast, and he pinched her nipple through the cloth. She bit her lip, ready for him again.
Cutler moved the washcloth between her breasts, then placed his hand on top of it and ran it down her stomach to her pussy, covering her with the warm cloth. He let the washcloth sit there with his hand gently cupping her, and she felt the water dripping down her lips. He began to softly rub her vagina, then moved his fingers and found her clit through the cloth. With his middle finger, he gently circled her clit, and Addison moaned. He began rubbing faster, and she gasped as she felt him slide his other hand under the washcloth and push two fingers into her. He pressed them in and out, again and again, still circling with his other hand. Addison cried out as she felt herself coming again, her body arching off the bed as she lost control of her limbs.
As she quieted, she felt him pick up the washcloth and toss it aside. She felt so alive, and realized she still wasn’t satiated. Reaching out with her right hand, she felt the edge of the bed, and grazed her finger along his hairy thigh. She quietly moved over, and was just able to make out his shadow. With a wicked grin on her face, she scooted down on the bed so her head was level with his crotch. She felt him reach out his hand, unsure of where she’d move to in the dark.
“Addison? Wh—” He broke off as he felt her suddenly take him into her mouth with no warning. She moved her head along his shaft with her lips tucked behind her teeth until he was touching the back of her throat. “Oh, Addison,” he groaned.
His hands found the back of her head and she felt him run his fingers through her hair, tugging at it slightly. She pulled back to his tip and circled her tongue around it as he groaned again. She wrapped her right hand around the base and took him again to the back of her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she did so. Again and again she moved up and down his shaft, and she felt Cutler’s hand’s tensing on the back of her head as he tried to control himself.
Suddenly he leaned over and she felt his hands grabbing her hips, moving her effortlessly so that she was on her back with her hips in front of him. He took her ankles and pulled them into the air and placed one on each of his shoulders, and before she knew what was happening, he entered her in one fluid movement. She cried out in surprise and pleasure at the sudden fullness of him inside her. He held her ankles steady on his broad shoulders, moving quickly inside her. Addison closed her eyes, losing herself to the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt… until he took her right leg and threw it onto his right shoulder, so her legs were pinned together and he was held even tighter inside her. Addison cried out incoherently, and Cutler held her hips closer to him as he thrust against her. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful, and just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt the waves of an orgasm breaking over her. With a guttural cry, Cutler came too, emptying himself into her.
He fell onto her, and neither of them were able to move for several minutes. They breathed together; their limbs completely spent. Finally Cutler rolled over, and she heard him pulling off the condom and discarding it. She crawled to the top of the bed, and pulled down the covers so that she could wriggle under them. It took all of her strength; she was so exhausted. He moved in beside her, and wrapped a hand around her, pulling her to him. She buried his face in his chest, nuzzling into his chest hair.
“God, you are…” Cutler started.
“What?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met anyone like you, so I don’t know the word for it,” he continued. She felt him softly running his fingers through her hair. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you, you know that, right?”
Addison felt herself nodding—she believed him. And she knew she felt differently with him than she’d ever felt with Owen, or any boyfriend before him, for that matter. She didn’t feel possessed by Cutler. She’d always felt like she was just an accessory to Owen. The perfect wife and mother he’d been looking for, but there were sides of her that didn’t fit such a narrow mold, and she could express them all with Cutler. He certainly didn’t fit a mold either; he drove a Harley and made end tables with scrap metal in his spare time.
She felt him take her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turn her face up to his. Even in the dark he’d known she was mulling something over.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“I’ve just always felt like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole, and I guess I don’t feel that way anymore.”
He kissed her forehead softly in reply.
“Do we have to go back downstairs?” she asked softly.
“We probably should,” he answered, but neither one of them moved. She felt her eyes beginning to close, and before she knew it, she was asleep.
She dreamt that she was tied to a wooden stake in the middle of a barren gray landscape. Out of the darkness, she could see a shadowy figure approaching. She squinted her eyes, trying to see who it was, and he came into focus. Owen, carrying Cutler's head, his hand grasping his hair, and blood dripping from Cutler’s neck onto the ground as he walked. Cutler’s eyes were gaping open, yet unseeing.
Addison’s eyes flew open, and she tried to steady her ragged breath. She couldn’t get the image of Cutler’s dead eyes out of her head. She looked up, and was just able to make out a shadowy figure standing over the bed. She must still be dreaming. She raised her head slightly, feeling Cutler’s body still partly beneath her. She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to understand what she was seeing. A jolt of fear and adrenaline ran through her as she realized that this was no dream—there was someone in the room standing over the bed. She instinctively grabbed Cutler, shaking him.
The overhead lights suddenly burst on, and Owen was standing over them, his face full or rage.
Three men were with him, all with guns drawn and aimed at the bed. Cutler’s eyes flew open at the sudden brightness and Addison’s touch, and he sat up reaching for a gun or weapon at his side that wasn’t there. In unison, the three men switched off the safeties on their guns, and Cutler froze. Slowly, he sank back against the head board, and drew Addison toward him.
Addison felt her body buzzing with fear, and could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes darted around the room. There was nowhere to go, no escape. She shrank back into Cutler’s arms. Slowly, she raised her face to Owen’s. His face was contorted with anger, and she marveled that she could have ever loved this monster.
He stared back at her, tilting his head as he drank in her fear.
“Surprise,” he sneered.
CHAPTER NINE
Addison pulled the hotel’s thin bed sheet up to her neck, her hand shaking. She stared at Owen’s face. The last time she’d seen it, it had been disfigured with blood, and she could still see swelling and lacerations on his cheek where she’d hit him.
“Everyone take it easy,” Cutler said, his voice low and even. “My boys all know we’re here. They’ll be up here any minute. We can’t have a firefight in the middle of a hotel.”
Owen laughed, a high, sick giggle that Addison had never heard. The sound of it made her shudder.
“I don’t think so. See¸ we paid a visit to your ‘bro’ Dallas’s apartment earlier today. I don’t think he’ll be doing anything to help you while we’ve got his lady. He even provided us with this,” he said, holding up a key card to their room.
Addison felt Cutler
hands ball into fists next to her.
“We’ve taken care of everything, I assure you. There’s no one else even staying on this floor, or the rooms above and below us. We wouldn’t want to be...interrupted,” Owen continued. He took a step toward the head of the bed and ran one finger across Addison’s hairline and down her cheek. Cutler’s body radiated fury next to her, but they both stayed frozen. “Both of you get up,” he ordered.
Addison and Cutler reluctantly separated, his fingers grasped hers under the sheet and he gave her a final squeeze. Addison pulled the sheet with her as she stood, covering herself, as Cutler stood naked on the other side of the bed. One of the other men tossed him his boxers from the floor, and Cutler pulled them on.
“Go stand over there,” Owen ordered, waving his hand toward an armchair in the corner of the room by the window. Cutler and Addison walked over to the chair and were each immediately flanked by one of the men, who trained their guns on their heads. Owen sat casually in the rolling chair by the desk, and the third man holstered his gun and stood next to him.
“You moved on quickly,” Owen said to Addison. His voice was light, but his eyes were dark and expressionless. “I suppose I understand, though. I have been cheating on you constantly since we started dating. I’m frankly surprised you never realized it. But this one, I wouldn’t have pictured him as your type. He’s sort of, rough around the edges, don’t you think?” His eyes flicked to Cutler. “Kneel,” he commanded him.
Cutler slowly sank to his knees. Owen leisurely stood up and sauntered over to him. Owen leaned over, and took Cutler’s face in his hand, pulling his chin up and studying his face. Cutler stared back at him defiantly. Owen leaned back and punched Cutler in the face. Addison cried out, but Cutler was silent. He reeled back slightly, then righted himself.
Owen frowned, then stepped back and kicked Cutler in the face. With a crack, Cutler’s nose was broken and blood flowed down his face. He collapsed backward.
