My Addiction: Second Chances Series

by S. K. Lessly

  But since I arrived here, Lock and I hadn’t said much to each other. We’ve spent time in the same room together but words hadn’t been shared. However, that’s going to change. I didn’t know how I was going to get through to my brother, but I’d definitely figure something out.

  ******

  “You have got to be kidding me, Kobe Bryant is not better than Michael Jordan,” she voiced, pointedly.

  Ayana and I were sitting on the couch in my brother’s house while we watched the last minutes of the Lakers vs. Heat game. As always, we argued about anything basketball. We would argue about who should be MVP or who was the best guard in the game or overall. Most times, the arguments were silly and actually started by me, for no reason but to get a rise out of her.

  Tonight it was the infamous Kobe vs. Jordan argument.

  I leaned back and looked at her. “You have got to be kidding me. Why don’t you come out of the twentieth century for a minute? Kobe’s game is stellar. He’s about to pass Jordan’s record this year for scoring for sure. He’s just an all-around better player.”

  Ayana turned and faced me in the couch. She pushed her hair from her face clearly agitated. “And you need to stop thinking he’s the freaking Messiah. Kobe wouldn’t be anything if it wasn’t for Shaq. Shaq was the man back then and fucking unstoppable. Your boy, Kobe, was hanging on his success. Jordan did his thing,” she pointed out, “sometimes putting the team on his back. He was the man on all six championships. Kobe will never see another championship again. He’s washed up.”

  “Wow, you think Kobe Bryant is washed up?” I shook my head. “Girl, you’re definitely on something.”

  “No, I think you’re confused; Jordan was clearly a better player. He was a better regular season performer. Just check the stats.” She started counting off her points with her fingers. “Per game stats, Jordan averaged about thirty points a game to Kobe’s twenty-five and Jordan ranked higher in rebounds and assists. It’s the same for playoff season too. Jordan was overall a better player and the fact that he made history in a shorter timeframe than it took Kobe speaks volumes.” She frowned. “I can’t believe you said Kobe was better than Jordan. You must be on something.”

  She rolled her eyes and finally took a breath. I started laughing and shook my head. “Damn, Ana, I love getting you riled up. You fall for that shit all the time. I agree with you, I think Jordan’s game was better than Kobe’s, hands down.”

  “Oh my god, you are such an asshole!” I laughed again, just as she leaped toward me. At the same time, I pulled her to me and she landed right on top of me, our lips inches apart. I looked deeply into her creamy eyes and that feeling that used to wash over me whenever she was close suddenly appeared. I instinctively put my hand in her hair and gripped it. Her lips parted slightly as she always used to do when I was aggressive with her. She was the only woman that I could be myself with sexually and it undeniably woke up something inside of me.

  Ayana and I had been dancing around this moment for a few days now. After we went to TGI Friday’s for dinner a week or so ago, she tried to keep her distance from me, but I wouldn’t let her. I spent every night I could at the bar and waited for her to emerge from the back. When she did, we hung out at the bar or drove around the city and talked. Soon we were spending time together despite her efforts to keep me at a distance. We eventually graduated to cooking at either her apartment or my brother’s house. We watched movies or played cards, just doing things we used to do as kids. We even went to the court and played a few games.

  I didn’t expect us to find our friendship all over again, but, when we did, I should have been prepared for what would follow. The looks that passed through the both of us, we tried to ignore. I knew better, yet we both knew what would happen if one of us crossed that line. One summer in Miami, our relationship changed drastically. We went from just friends to something more than we could ever imagine. Our feelings skyrocketed after that trip and we spent more time in between the sheets than anything else. We fucked like rabbits and it was by far the best I’ve ever had. I mean, Ayana was a woman that wanted to please and submit to anything I wanted to do. And we did some things I’d never did with another female ever.

  It was something that she brought out of me. And when circumstances caused us to part, shit wasn’t the same. I felt disconnected and lonely without her and I couldn’t stand it. So five years ago when we found each other again things started where we’d left off instantly. We didn’t waste time with familiarizing ourselves with each other again. The moment our lips touched, that shit was over. She was mine again, and it was as if I never left.

  That’s what I was faced with this moment. The moment I kiss her, it would be over, and to be honest with you, I didn’t give a shit. I was hungry for her.

  I moved her closer to my lips, and when I licked both hers and mine at the same time, she closed her eyes. “Bradley…” she whispered, softly. “We can’t…”

  If she was in a relationship with someone, I’d like to think I’d show restraint, but she told me she was free, so I decided I was going to take what I wanted.

  I moved up closer to her and assured, “Sure we can… watch.” She tried to resist me, but the moment my lips met hers, I felt her resolve melt in my arms replaced by a soft moan that moved through me.

  I moved her body and trapped her between the couch and me. I kissed the shit out of her, releasing some built up feelings that I hadn’t a clue I was holding. I needed to get more of her. I needed to feel her, to taste more of her.

  I pulled back and the fire I saw in her eyes burned me to my core. Overwhelmed, desire to conquer her took over and declared, I will have her tonight!

  I stood up instantly and pulled her up to me. I didn’t care that she saw how hard she made me just by kissing her. She tried to take advantage of this pause in my pursuit of her.

  “Bradley, I think I need to go home,” she protested.

  I looked at her tank top, brought my hands on the top of the shirt and gripped it tight within my hands. She instinctively moved back from me, but I didn’t stop. I followed, and, just as she got to the door, I ripped her tank top down the front.

  “Fuck, Bradley,” she admonished, her hands instantly going up to her breasts.

  I wasn’t stopping. My hand went between her legs and caressed her over her shorts with my palm, placing just enough pressure, knowing what she liked, while my body continued to invade her space.

  “Brad, please,” she said to me. Her voice laced with need for me more than the want for me to stop.

  “That’s what I’m trying to do. Stop fighting me or, hell, keep doing it. You know that shit turns me on when you pretend to not want me when clearly your moans say that you do.”

  She tried to give me a stern look, but I saw her lip tremble slightly, and I ran my other hand down the front of her chest. When I got to her bra, I pulled slightly and it came undone, thankful she loved front clasping bras. As she closed her eyes, I went right for that place on her neck and waited for the waterfall.

  “Oh God, Bradley!” Her knees buckled, and my arm instantly went around her waist and kept her up. “We shouldn’t do this.”

  I gripped her by her chin and tilted her head up so she could look me in my eyes. “Stop fighting what you know comes natural to us. Just give it to me.”

  She closed her eyes again, and I moved quickly to kiss her into submission. It didn’t take long before she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  I didn’t waste time. I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom. Once there, I took my time and unwrapped her from her clothes slowly. I would have preferred to do this with the lights on, but she wouldn’t let me.

  “Can I take your clothes off?” she asked me softly.

  I smiled, stood back and gave her permission without saying the words. I watched her intently, waiting for her hands to touch me skin to skin. I’ve craved for this moment for so long. You have no idea how good she makes me feel, but let me show you, just
as I show her what she does to me.

  I only wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, so she gripped the bottom of my shirt and bunched it in her hands before she moved it up slowly past my torso. I helped her of course, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, her lips instantly went to my nipples lapping her tongue over me, sucking me. I closed my eyes as a flood of ecstasy overcame me, consumed me. I fisted her hair, getting impatient. I really wanted her.

  “Remove my shorts,” I said, voice deep with need.

  I licked my lips just as she continued to kiss down my torso at the same time, pulling my shorts down, freeing me.

  I was hard as steel, and just as her hand gripped me, I could have lost it right then. She was so fucking sexy, and I missed seeing her on her knees in front of me. I missed her touch, and I missed… ah... that right there!

  “Yes, baby, take all of me,” I told her, just as she took me into her mouth.

  The sight of Ayana’s lips on me was enough for me to lose my mind. Watching me go in and out of her mouth was the most erotic and satisfying feeling I’ve had in a long time. She was skilled at giving me head. She knew exactly what I liked, what would drive me out of my mind. She proceeded to lick me from base to head, fluttering her tongue over the head of my cock. She then squeezed me tight and pumped as she moved me in and out of her beautiful supple lips.

  The aggressive side of me was starting to take over, but then suddenly, when she looked up at me, something else happened. Something that I’d never in my life felt before. I frowned as I couldn’t understand what this feeling was, what it meant. All I know is one minute I was watching her on her knees as she gave the best blowjob I had in a long ass time to…

  “Baby, get up.”

  The shock was evident on her face.

  Yeah, I’m shocked too.

  She obeyed and as she stood, my hand still in her hair, I backed her up until the back of her legs hit the bed. I lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist, and I gently laid her on her back.

  I didn’t move at that moment and neither did she. I just stared at her, trying to express to her what I wanted, but couldn’t say it.

  She didn’t say anything either, which really confused the shit out of me. Could she know what’s happening?

  I moved my hand underneath my pillow and pulled out a condom. “Put it on,” I told her, voice raspy and full of need so desperate that I didn’t recognize my own voice.

  She did as I asked and just as she moved her hand, I wasted no time and entered her warmth without hesitation.

  We both moaned and I felt her move back slightly, trying to get used to me. I placed one arm underneath her so I could grip her shoulder and bring her body as close to me as I could. Damn, she feels good.

  I wanted to fuck her hard. I wanted to make her remember, to punish her for the past but instead I…

  Shit, I went slow.

  I moved in and out of her, dragging my cock over her most sensitive parts and bringing a slow climatic feeling through her body and, hell, through mine too. She moaned and said my name as I slowly, painfully moved in and out of her. Her body suddenly arched into me. I watched as she came, feeling her grip me tight, reminding me that her pussy was made for only me.

  I watched her go through so many emotions; I felt them deep within me. I knew I was driving her out of her mind. I was getting the scars on my back to prove it, but I didn’t move faster. My hips went at a pace I couldn’t control. It was steady. It was glorious. It was heaven.

  “Ayana, look at me,” I managed to croak.

  When she opened her eyes, I started to move faster. It was something about her eyes, the need to please her, to see her desires drenched in them, but I saw something else too. I saw the same thing that was gripping my heart right now, causing me to not to be able to speak.

  She placed her hands in my hair and gripped tight, keeping her eyes solely on me. It was that moment I knew what was happening. It was something that never happened before in my life. I… Shit, is that what I’m doing?

  Yes, it is… I started moving faster as I said it in my mind.

  I’m making love for the first time in my life… Fuck.

  “If you’re lucky enough to get a second chance, DON’T WASTE IT.” – Unknown Author

  Chapter 4 - Ayana

  I slowly opened my eyes, disoriented at first ,just trying to figure out where I was, but as soon as I moved and felt the discomfort between my legs, I knew exactly where I was.

  Oh shit!

  I didn’t mean for this to happen – honest I didn’t. I mean, I tried to stop him. Okay, well, I asked him to stop, and I know it wasn’t too convincing. However, I spoke the words to him. But I knew the moment I saw that look in his eyes, there was no stopping him, and, quite honest, I didn’t want him to.

  But now after the dust settled, after the most unbelievable sex of my life, I felt guilty. Brad was engaged just a week or so ago, and now I found myself in his bed, wrapped up in him again.

  This can’t be good for me…

  As I stared up at the ceiling, I started thinking about all the ways I fucked up and all the ways Lock was going to kill me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I turned my head to my left to find a pair of eyes staring back at me. I looked back up at the ceiling, resolved to taking the easy way out.

  “Nothing,” I answered.

  I felt him move and his face came into view. Looking down on me, he caressed my cheek, brought his finger down and under my chin, and then moved my head back to him.

  “I can hear your brain working overtime. Don’t tell me ‘nothing.’”

  I sighed and sat up, bringing the sheet with me to cover up. The last thing I want is to tempt him, but, looking in his eyes, I knew it was a little too late for that.

  So, I said bluntly, “I feel like shit.”

  He frowned. “Why?”

  My eyebrows rose in response. “Why? Seriously? Bradley, not a week ago, you were engaged. You were with someone else. And now you’re here with me? This can’t be good. I mean, you were in love …” I moved my eyes from his, not able to take the intensity I saw in them even through the darkness of this room.

  Brad was having none of that and tilted my head back to him so my eyes were on his. “First of all, I told you she and I were over for a long time. We haven’t been intimate in months.”

  I couldn’t help my shocked reaction and he just nodded. “Yeah, can you believe I went months without sex? It’s unheard of for me, as you know, but that’s what happened. And yes, I did work crazy hours, but when it comes to sex, I’m never that tired. So dispel that notion from your mind. Nora and I haven’t connected like that in a long time. As far as being engaged goes, I told you, we weren’t connecting in that aspect either. We were more roommates than anything else. We saw each other in passing and it wasn’t because both of us had jobs.”

  He placed his hand to the side of my face. “You say I was in love… There was only one woman in my life that I’ve ever truly been in love with. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you who that woman was.”

  I shook my head and closed my eyes. I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Being with him was something I’ve always wanted, but I messed up before. But damn it, I won’t mess up again. If he’s gives me any kind of chance, I’m going to take it.

  Brad pulled me to him, and I kept my eyes closed as I felt his lips brush up against mine. Oh, his lips are so powerful, so amazing. I wanted more.

  I let go of the sheet I held to my body and climbed in his lap without breaking the tight lip lock we had going on. Kissing him had always been taboo for me. I mean, I couldn’t just kiss this man without wanting to rip his clothes off him. I had to have him inside me, caressing me from the inside out.

  I never felt this way for any man. If I could be completely honest, no man had ever gotten close enough to touch me either. I’d get sick to my stomach if another man touched me or kissed me, and, believe me, I’ve tried to move on. Maybe it’s ps
ychological or maybe, again, I was just plain stupid. However, no one in this world could love me like Brad, and I wouldn’t settle.

  Ever since I was thirteen, I felt I was made for only him. I know I shouldn’t be saving myself for a man that had moved on, that had all intentions of giving himself to someone else. Yet, I couldn’t help feeling the way I do.

  “Where did you go?” he asked me quietly.

  I touched his face, his lips with my fingers. I felt him between my legs and decided that moment I would fight for what I have deemed to be mine; whatever it takes. This is my second chance, and I’m going to take it.

  “Ayana?” His brows furrowed, and I quickly shook my head. I reached underneath his pillow, pulled out another condom, and rolled it on him. I sat up on my knees, reached for him and slid down his shaft slowly. My confidence and power heighted when I saw how much I’d affected him.

  I was still sore, mind you. I mean, I hadn’t had sex in over five years, but loving him was my drug, and I was so addicted.

  I placed my hands on the sides of his face when I was completely filled with him. I uttered softly, my lips inches from his, “I’m right here. I didn’t go anywhere.”

  Brad looked me in my eyes for a minute, then I felt his hands go right to my ass and he squeeze. “Then fuck me, baby.”

  I rose up slowly, and then came down, making him gasp and squeeze my ass tighter.

  I grinned. “Oh, I intend to…”

  ******

  I woke again, this time to my phone going off. I knew who it was instantly, and I groaned inwardly. Bradley was wrapped around me, and I couldn’t get my phone without waking him, so I waited until the buzzing stopped, and I slowly moved.

  He moaned and said groggily, “What’s up?”

  “I need to go…”

  “Huh? Why?” he asked me as I stood to grab my panties and bra.

  “For one, I’ve just had sex with you in Lock’s house. He’s going to kill me if he catches me here…”