by Amber Skyze
Addison liked the way he thought. She quickly climbed off him and the bed. She rushed over to her dresser where she had all her toys. She glanced at the variety wondering which one would be best for anal play. Something new. Something she hadn’t used when putting on a show for Dante.
That’s when she noticed the Rocket Man.
This one will be perfect.
She retrieved it from its resting spot, along with the tube of gel and brought them back to the bed. Settling herself on top of Dante she handed him the plug and lube.
“Give me all you got big boy. You won’t be able to distract me from what I’m doing.”
He laughed.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to enjoy distracting you.”
If there was one thing Addison enjoyed it was a challenge. She was about to prove Dante wrong. She was going to give him a mind-blowing orgasm and nothing he did to her was going to sidetrack her, not even the butt plug. She’d used them on herself so many times it’d become second nature to her. She could expertly insert a plug without thinking. Her orgasms were incredible, but she always kept her wits about her.
“Show me what you’ve got, Dante.”
His hands lifted her ass higher so he could coat her with the cool lotion, before he slid the plug in. To show him she couldn’t be distracted she wrapped her lips around his cock and moved down his shaft. She felt his tip at the back of her throat as his hand spread one cheek and began rubbing the gel around her hole. The plug nudged against her opening.
“Ready?”
Releasing his cock she said, “Absolutely.”
Taking him back into her mouth she prepared for the plug to enter her.
As she closed her eyes and reveled in the taste of his manhood, Dante slid the plug past her opening. She continued moving up and down his shaft, loving the feeling of his throbbing cock against her tongue.
“Are you okay?”
She offered him thumbs-up. She wasn’t about to release his cock again. She loved how concerned he was though.
He must have accepted her thumbs up because he continued pushing the plug further into her.
She couldn’t deny the feeling of the plug filling her and his cock in her mouth had her juices flowing. She would probably explode into an orgasm if he touched her clit.
Concentrating on bringing him satisfaction she dragged her tongue up the length of his member.
He groaned.
Yes, this was exactly what she hoped for.
Her lips clenched onto his mushroom cap and sucked. She bobbed up and down lingering on his head as she retreated.
Dante flicked the on button of the plug charging it to life nestled inside her ass. She hummed against his cock, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from pleasuring him.
She worked her magic as she massaged his balls with her free hand. The other wrapped around the base of his cock. As she brought her mouth slowly up, her hand followed.
She’d have him bursting into climax before long. No matter how much her pussy ached and begged to be fucked she wouldn’t allow it to deter her from what she was doing.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he whispered.
Those were the words she longed to hear.
“I’m getting close.”
It was a good thing because in all honesty she wasn’t sure how much longer she could concentrate on sucking him when the plug buzzed away.
Dante pulled her ass back, closer to his face. Obviously he wasn’t going to be distracted by her sucking his cock either. He decided to up the stakes, by inserting two digits into her aching pussy. She thought she’d lose her mind.
Pulling her even closer, he wrapped his tongue around her clit, just about sending her flying over the edge.
Fighting the urge to come all over his fingers she sucked harder on his cock.
He fought back by tugging on her nub with his lips, his tongue flicking the swollen bud, sending blinding sensations throughout her body. There was no holding back, she couldn’t fight the orgasm that smacked into her. The ripples tore through her stomach and filled her clit, the plug hammered her ass as Addison felt his cock begin to pump its seed.
She milked him until she had every last drop of him in her mouth. She swallowed his seed and cried out his name.
“Dante!”
She rolled off him trying to catch her breath. She’d known the experience was going to be incredible, but she hadn’t expected it to rock her world. It was one of the best orgasms she’d experienced in a very long time. Having his cock in her mouth only heightened the sensations.
“You okay?” he asked, rolling over and placing a hand on her thigh.
“Wonderful.”
She looked at him. His smile melted her heart. There was something about Dante that made her want to give in to her fears of being hurt. She wanted to throw caution to the wind. She wanted more of Dante.
He reached down and turned off the vibrator. He gently removed it. Addison couldn’t believe her eyes as he climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He returned shortly after with the plug all nice and clean.
“Do you want me to return this to the drawer?”
“Sure.” Who was this man? He was so thoughtful.
He returned to the bed and pulled her into an embrace.
“Now that was so much better than watching.”
“Mmmm.” She had to admit it was better than performing solo.
He kissed her hair.
“Don’t get me wrong I enjoy the shows you put on for me, but I’d rather be here in person helping you climax.”
She wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but she felt the same way. Dante was getting under her skin—something she didn’t allow.
She laid in the comfort of his strong arms for what seemed an eternity. They were both silent lost in their own thoughts.
Dante’s hand moved across her belly, causing her libido to stir to life again. Her hand moved to his cock. Rock-hard. He was ready too.
“I see someone’s ready to play again.”
“It’s hard not to be ready with this hot body lying next to me,” he whispered in her ear.
Chills filled her body as his warm breath tickled her ear.
“Then we’d better do something about that.” She rolled on top of him.
He swung her back on the bed. “I want you squirming beneath me.”
She bit her lower lip. She wasn’t keen on being underneath him. She never could orgasm that way. She had to be on top or she wouldn’t come. She wasn’t sure why, but that was the case every single time.
“Addison?”
She could tell he was concerned, but she wasn’t going to admit there was an issue.
“Condom?” she asked, reaching toward the nightstand.
“In my pants pocket.”
“I have some too.” The drawer opened displaying an array of condoms.
“A woman prepared. I like that.”
“Gotta be safe.” Not that she used any of the condoms in the drawer. She didn’t bring men home—until Dante.
Dante leaned over her tiny frame for a condom. He should’ve known this little spitfire would be prepared. She had her own private toy shop in her top drawer. He admired her even more. Most women were nervous about their sexuality, but not Addison. She was aware of her body and knew how to make it hum. He was so glad he’d sent her the note. This was one night he wouldn’t want to miss out on. He hoped there would be more to come.
He quickly sheathed his penis. Nestled between her legs, he gazed into her blue eyes. She was beautiful.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“For seducing me.” He smiled. Seducing was the only word to describe what she did in the window.
“My pleasure.” He loved the way her face lit up when she smiled.
“Giving you pleasure is all I can think about.” His cock seated at her pussy’s opening.
She wrapped her legs around his back. “I’d like th
at.”
Dante slid inside her wet pussy. He pushed deeper coating his cock with her juices. They fit perfectly. Too perfect. The idea scared Dante. He’d been with his share of women, but none had made him think about how they meshed together. Addison was different. Though he knew that from the beginning. She inspired him. She got his creative juices flowing again. She was his angel.
He tried to focus on pleasing her. He couldn’t think about how their bodies molded like one or how she made him feel as her pussy clenched his cock.
“Harder,” she demanded. Her fingers gripped on to his ass, pulling him closer.
If she wanted it harder, Dante would oblige. With his hands on either side of her head, he pounded into her. He retreated and then slammed back inside.
“Is that hard enough?”
“Yes,” she said through clenched teeth. “Exactly.”
She matched him movement for movement. Her back arched. Her legs wrapped tightly around the back of his legs. She held onto his ass, squeezing.
Sweat beaded on his forehead. He was close to climaxing. He searched her face to see if she was close too. He didn’t want to leave her hanging.
He couldn’t read her. She moaned.
Dante continued his fast tempo. He rocked back and forth pounding into her slick cunt. He was going to come. There was no holding back any longer.
“Fuck!” he cried pumping wildly into her.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” Addison roared as Dante’s cock pulsed inside her.
Their heated bodies melded as he collapsed against her. Both tried catching their breath.
“Holy shit,” he said.
“I can’t believe I came.”
“Huh?” Dante was confused. Why wouldn’t she come?
“I’ve never been able to climax unless I’m on top. This was a first for me.”
Dante knew in that moment he was screwed.
Chapter Three
For the next week Dante saw Addison every night. They met at her apartment shortly after she arrived home from work. They ordered out every night. Right after dinner they found themselves in bed. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They knew every inch of the other’s body.
Dante didn’t doubt that they used every toy she had in her drawer. He thought about ordering some new ones for her. While he missed her performing in the window, he couldn’t deny having her was much better.
Tonight she was coming to his place. It was her first time and he spent the day cleaning up. Being single and an artist who worked out of his house, he had a lot to clean up. So while she was at work Dante straightened up his place. He had the artwork in the spare bedroom, including a few pieces of her. They weren’t dead giveaways that they were her. The faces were left off, but that mole. He wondered if she would notice.
The phone rang. Dante strolled over praying it wasn’t Addison canceling.
“Hello.”
“Dante, good news.”
“Chet?” Oh thank God it was his agent, not Addison.
“Who else. Never mind. I’ve got great news. I’ve got you a showing next Tuesday evening. The gallery loved your drawings. They loved her. They might even have a buyer for a few of them already. Can you believe it?”
“Wow. I’m at a loss for words.” He heard Chet loud and clear when he emphasized her. They wanted the pictures of Addison.
“I knew when I saw the drawings of her they’d be a sure hit.”
“I’ve been on a roll lately, Chet. I have new stuff. Maybe you could show them the new stuff instead.”
“Why are you dissing on the drawings of the beauty?”
How could he explain that he was falling in love with that beauty and never mind the fact that she had no idea that he’d drawn her while in some very compromising positions?
“Are they sure they want to have the show already? Tuesday is only a few days away.”
“Don’t sound so excited, buddy.”
He could tell Chet was offended and that wasn’t his intention.
“I’m shocked that’s all. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.” He really hadn’t expected Chet to find a gallery this quickly. He figured he had more time to tell Addison. He had wanted to ease her into it. With the showing four days away, he didn’t have time to wait. She had to be told tonight.
“Well you’d better pull out your best suit my friend, because you are going to be a hit on Tuesday night.”
He hoped he was a hit tonight or Tuesday wouldn’t mean shit.
“This is the best news I’ve heard in a long time,” he lied. Yes, he was thrilled that he’d got a showing. This was what he’d been waiting for. But now he had Addison and he knew his feelings for her were growing with every day. He hoped she liked his drawings.
Addison was nervous about going to Dante’s. She couldn’t back out on him now though. When she arrived at home after work to change, she thought about calling him and asking him to come to her place. They were comfortable there.
She knew she couldn’t cancel. She had to go and see his place too. Besides, he wanted to show her his drawings. If nothing else, she was looking forward to seeing his work. When he explained that he drew and didn’t collect, she became curious. He also mentioned that he photographed things. He was mostly interested in taking pictures of old cemeteries and historic buildings, but he did say sometimes he liked to photograph people.
She had to wonder if he’d ever taken pictures of her nude. She wanted to ask, but was afraid of the answer. She didn’t like the idea of someone having naked photos of her. The last thing she needed was for them to show up on the internet. She’d lose her job if anyone at her company found naked pictures of her. The thought of her masturbating on YouTube or some other site scared the hell out of her.
She’d really fucked up. What was she thinking doing something so stupid? Her foolishness had landed her in this predicament.
While she didn’t believe Dante was like that, one never knew. She didn’t know him completely. One thing she realized was that in the short time since they met each other, she was growing rather fond of him. That frightened her. She didn’t like letting her guard down, but with Dante she had. She just had to hope he didn’t hurt her.
Once she changed into some comfortable clothing she headed over to his place. The sun still shone brightly, warming the evening air, making it a perfect night. As she walked across the street to Dante’s apartment building she put away her fears. Dante wasn’t going to hurt her. She let excitement take over. She was going to see his apartment. She was gonna see where he lived and worked. His creations. What could be better than that?
“Hey,” he said, opening the door to her.
“Hey yourself.” She leaned on tippy toes to kiss him.
“Welcome to my home.”
Instinctively she knew something was off. He wasn’t his jovial self. Normally he gathered her in his arms, swung her around and kissed her like it was the last time he’d see her. Tonight he graciously accepted her kiss, but didn’t attempt to lift her off her feet or kiss her back.
“I’d like to say it’s my pleasure but why not start by telling what’s wrong.” She crossed her arms over her chest. He might as well lay all his cards on the table immediately. She was no fool. She knew he was hiding something.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
“Let’s just say I’ve gotten to know you over the last week. You’re not yourself.”
He hung his head.
“Dante?” She felt like someone had punched her in the gut and she didn’t even know why.
“Come sit and let’s talk.” He tried to lead her by the arm, but she stopped dead in her tracks.
“I don’t want to sit. I want to know what the fuck is going on, now!” She refused to move until he told her what was bothering him.
He sighed.
Oh dear God it’s serious.
“My agent just called. I have a gallery showing on Tuesday over on Benson and Third.”
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sp; She released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“Benson and Third? I think I know where that is. That’s wonderful news. For a moment there I thought you were going to give me bad news.” She rushed into his arms. “I’m so happy for you. I know how much you want this.”
He held her tightly.
“I do want this.”
She moved out of his grip.
“Are you going to show me your work or do I have to wait until Tuesday?”
“I’m going to show you tonight. I couldn’t leave you hanging until Tuesday.”
Well that was a relief. She looked around the room to see if anything was out on display waiting for her.
“So where is it?”
“In the spare bedroom.” He pointed in the direction of room. “I moved it all in there for tonight.”
“Let’s go see it.” She took his hand and tried pulling him in the direction he pointed.
“Okay.”
Geez, he was really nervous about her seeing his work. She hadn’t seen him act this way since they met.
She rushed ahead of him and flung the door open. She couldn’t wait while he dragged his feet. She wanted to see his work.
Her eyes feasted upon a variety of drawings. There were fruit bowls, squirrels, an owl, her apartment building and a woman. The drawings of the woman were breathtaking. She was exquisite, even if her face wasn’t present. Upon closer inspection a startling realization hit her. These were drawings of her. She was the woman in the pictures.
She gasped.
Dante wrapped his arms around her from behind.
She pushed out of his embrace.
“Are these me?” she accused.
“Yes.” She could see the fear in his eyes.
“You were drawing me while I was…” She couldn’t finish her thoughts. Shock filled her knowing that he was drawing her while she was giving him a show. Now her body was on display for anyone to see. That’s when another thought slammed into her.
“Are these part of your show?”
He nodded.
“Absolutely not!” she screamed. “My body will not be on display for anyone to look at.”
