Addictive

by Jessica Prince

  Marley takes a step toward me and reaches out to wrap her fist around my hard-on.

  “Uh uh.” A cocky smile plays on my lips as I watch her greedy little eyes devour every inch of my naked form.

  “But I want to touch you,” she whimpers, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly. God I want to suck that lip into my mouth.

  “You aren’t allowed to touch me,” I state firmly. “Climb on the bed. Lay on your back, ass to the edge of the mattress and legs spread.”

  She eagerly assumes the position, and I know she thinks I’m about to fuck her. But when I don’t move from my spot standing in front of her, her eagerness quickly turns to confusion.

  “Aren’t you going to touch me?”

  “No, my bella. I’m going to stand right here and watch while you touch yourself.”

  “What?” her eyes grow wide as she stares at me from her position spread out on the bed like the most glorious feast ever.

  “I want to watch while you make yourself come, baby.” My gaze stays on her pussy as I speak, and I can see her folds start to glisten, growing wetter as I tell her what I want.

  “But I-I’ve never… I can’t…”

  “You can, bella. You’re cunt’s getting wet just thinking about it. I can see how turned on you are right now.” Her breathing escalates and her pupils dilate, black blanketing over emerald green.

  “I want you to fuck me, Gabriel.”

  Christ, just her pleading is almost my undoing, but I somehow find the strength to resist. “You said you trust me.”

  “I do!”

  “Until me, sex was something to be feared.”

  “But I’m not scared of it anymore, honey. You made it safe.”

  God, her words gut me. Seeing her staring up at me with so much love, so much trust makes my chest ache. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such beauty, but I’m never letting it go.

  “I know that, my bella,” I tell her softly. “But there is still so much you haven’t experienced. You never got to explore your own sexuality. You never discovered what you like. I want to help you with that.”

  “But I like everything you do to me.”

  “You’ll like this too, baby. I promise.”

  “Okay.” So much trust. Fuck, I love this woman.

  “I want you to take your right hand and stick two fingers in your mouth. Yeah, just like that, get them nice and wet,” I coax as she does what I ask. “Imagine it’s my cock in your mouth.” Marley’s eyes drift shut as she licks and sucks at her fingers, the intoxicating moans and whimpers coming from her almost push me over the edge and I have to squeeze the base of my cock tight to keep from exploding.

  “Good girl,” I continue. “Now run those fingers down your body. Nice and slow until you get to your pussy.” She releases her fingers with a little pop, and I stare in fascination as she slowly sweeps down her neck, over her luscious chest. I stop breathing for just a moment when those wet digits circle her nipple before continuing down her stomach. When she reaches her smooth, hairless mound, she’s panting and squirming on the bed, growing more aroused by her own touch and my words. I continue with my coaching.

  “That’s it, baby. Now run your fingers over your lips. Perfect, just like that,” I encourage as she does exactly what I say. She’s such a great fucking student. “Now I want you to push them inside you.”

  She cries out and clenches her eyes shut. As soon as she has those two fingers buried in her sweet cunt, her back bows off the bed. It’s too much, I can’t watch her get herself off and not touch myself. With my shaft still in my hand, I begin pumping my fist, twisting my wrist slightly when I get to the head. Pre-cum beads from the tip, making it easier for my fist to glide up and down my cock.

  “Yeah, Marley. Just like that,” I tell her when her hips start to buck and her free hand reaches up to play with her nipples, tugging and twisting at the hard little peaks. “Fuck your hand, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

  She lets out a loud groan as her hips begin moving in a circling motion. “So good, baby,” she mutters, but it’s not enough. I want more. I need to hear her tell me exactly what it feels like while I’m fucking my fist.

  “Give me more, my bella.”

  “I’m so tight.”

  Holy fuck.

  “So wet. I feel my pussy clamping down on my fingers. I’m close, baby. I’m so fucking close.”

  Her movements become desperate as she writhes around. She’s close, but I can tell by her scrunched up face she needs something to get her to the edge.

  “Let go of your nipple, Marley. Take that hand and start circling your clit.”

  She follows instructions so beautifully. With two fingers in her wet cunt, she uses another on her free hand to run tight little circles over the sensitive bud. “Oh, shit!” she moans. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I feel my own release building up as I watch her finger fuck herself like a goddamn pro. I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life as Marley getting herself off.

  Her eyes shoot open and those glazed green orbs hit me, instantly taking in the sight of me with my hand around my stiff cock. “Oh, God. That’s so hot, Gabriel.” One of her hands starts pumping faster while the other works her clit even harder.

  “You like seeing me jack off, my bella?”

  “Hell, yes. Oh God, Gabriel. Keep going.”

  “Do you have any fucking clue how gorgeous you look right now? Jesus Christ, I’ve never been so hard. Watching you is killing me.”

  “It’s because of you,” she pants. “You make me feel brave. You make me want things I’ve never wanted before.”

  Shit, I’m so close. “What do you want, my bella. Tell me what you want right now.”

  “I want you to come with me. I’m almost there. I want you to come on my pussy, Gabriel. I want you to mark me. Make me yours.”

  That’s all it takes. “You’re already mine,” I growl and I place my knees on the mattress between her spread legs. “Fuck. Marley!” I shout as my climax hits me at the same time her back arches completely off the bed and she screams my name.

  “You’re so goddamned hot when you come,” I grunt, mesmerized as I watch while I coat her with my release, white spurts of come cover her wet sex and hand as she continues to work herself through her own orgasm. I continue to pump until I’ve released every drop in me, covering her pussy completely, marking her as mine. What we just did together is hotter than any sexual experience I’ve ever had. Making myself come while I watch Marley touch herself is better than fucking any other woman.

  I collapse on her once I’ve wrung myself dry, breathing heavily as I rest my forehead on her stomach to get my bearings. When I’m finally able to move my limbs, I lift my weight off her. But what I see causes the air to whoosh from my lungs at the same time my spent cock stands back up at attention.

  Marley’s fingers covered in my release continue playing at her folds, rubbing me into her skin and pushing her coated digits back into her pussy.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper on a breath as I take in this magnificent sight in front of me.

  “I needed you inside me.” Her voice comes out husky and seductive, the perfect just-fucked rasp to it. When I look up to her face, her plump bottom lip is stuck between her teeth. Her green eyes are glazed and hooded, and her lips are curved in a sinfully sexy smirk.

  “You missed having my cock inside you, baby?”

  “Mmm hmm.” She nods at the same time she removes her hands from between her legs and stretches her arms above her head.

  “Tell me what you want right now,” I repeat my earlier words.

  Marley’s smirk morphs into a full blown stunning smile as she tells me, “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk tomorrow.”

  “That I can do, my bella,” I say as I climb over her body.

  “And I want to mark you while you’re doing it.”

  Rearing back, I shove my hips for
ward, pounding into her in one quick thrust. Her head goes back as she moans my name. “And how do you plan to mark me?” I ask once her eyes meet mine again.

  The only answer I get is another smile. Then her head comes off the bed and her mouth clamps down on my shoulder just below my neck, biting and sucking, hard—leaving her mark.

  Oh, you clever little girl, I think as I pick up my pace, fucking her just as hard as she asked me to.

  “So, what’s the shit-eating grin all about?” Carmen asks as we set up for our shift.

  “Ooh, yes, do tell, baby doll. You’re all glowy over there. Did your Italian Stallion finally introduce you to the wonders of multiple orgasms?”

  I throw my head back in laughter at Matty. “So you’re saying multiple orgasms aren’t a myth?” I taunt with feigned confusion on my face.

  “Oh, honey. That’s just cruel. If a man who looks like that isn’t able to pull it off then the rest of the female population is screwed.”

  “Rest assured, my dear friends. Gabriel’s proven his worth in that department.”

  “So is that why you’re walking around like rainbows and unicorns are coming out your ass?” Carmen jokes.

  I pick up a discarded bottle cap and throw it at her, missing by just a few inches. “No smartass.” I laugh. “I’m just…happy.”

  At my answer, Carmen and Matt both grow quiet. When I turn and look at them, both have huge smiles on their faces and Carmen’s eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

  “I’m happy for you, baby doll,” Matt says in a low, soft voice while Carmen nods in agreement.

  My cheeks hurt from grinning at my best friends so brightly. There’s been a shift in Gabriel’s and my relationship since that night days ago. I can’t really explain it, but after having him help guide me in my sexuality, giving me the needed tools to know exactly what I want from him, we’ve grown even stronger. Our relationship is the most stable it’s ever been. We can’t get enough of each other. When we’re in each other’s presence the pull between us is undeniable. The intensity between us is insane. Gabriel’s work has been keeping him at the office late the past few nights, which has only caused our need for each other to grow exponentially. When he comes home, he seeks me out like it’s been months since we’ve seen each other. I can’t wait for my shift to end tonight so I can go home to him.

  The bar is packed, making the evening pass quickly. I’m thinking of all the things I want to do to Gabriel’s body when I get home, mixing and shaking drinks on autopilot when movement in my peripheral vision catches my attention.

  A scowl spreads across my face when I see who’s sitting at the bar in front of me.

  “Nuh uh,” I hear Carmen call out. “No dogs allowed in the bar. Especially rabid bitches like you.”

  Kiersten’s top lip curls into a sneer at her before she turns her cold eyes back to me. “Service here is deplorable. What does a person have to do to get a drink in this place?”

  “Not be a fucking cunt,” Carmen answers before I can open my mouth. “Now get out.”

  “My, my. Why such hostility? Is your friend fighting your battles for you because you feel threatened, Marley?”

  The newfound boldness Gabriel has brought out in me comes to the surface. I lean over, place my elbows on the bar, and mimic the smirk Kiersten is wearing. “I’ve got nothing to be threatened by. Gabriel’s all but forgotten you exist. As a matter of fact, he just told me the other night that no woman has ever been able to make him come as hard as I can.”

  Her lips form a tight line and her eyes narrow hatefully before an evil smile morphs her features. “Is that right? Well, I guess you shouldn’t be worried about all those late nights he’s been working lately then.”

  How does she know about those?

  “That’s enough.” Matt’s deep, angry voice startles me, and from the way Kiersten’s face falls, it’s taken her by surprise as well. When I turn to look at him, his face is thunderous. I’ve never seen my carefree Matty look so hostile before. “You aren’t welcome here. Get the fuck out. Now!” he barks, causing both Carmen’s and my mouth to drop in shock. Kiersten jumps and quickly scurries off her barstool, heading for the exit at a fast clip.

  After several seconds, Carmen finally breaks the silence between the three of us. “Wow, Matty. I’m kinda hot for you right now,” she says as she fans her face. “You want to go to the break room and get your v-card punched?”

  He chuckles and turns to Carmen. “Not a virgin, honey.”

  A slow smile spreads over her face. “I meant your vagina card. Come on, Matty. Let me be your first.”

  “Babe, even your golden pussy isn’t enough to convert me.” We all start laughing, and just like that, the tense moment disappears. “Baby doll,” Matt calls to me. “Don’t even think twice about what that psycho bitch said. She’s just trying to start shit.”

  Sucking in a deep breath, I exhale slowly and try to clear my mind of Kiersten’s awfulness. “I know,” I tell Matt and Carmen, reminding myself she was just trying to get inside my head.

  Carmen wraps me in a tight hug and tells me, “People like her are miserable, unhappy assholes who need to pull everyone down with them. She’s full of shit.”

  Pushing her and her spiteful words from my mind, I get back to work, pouring drinks.

  ***

  The three of us walk together out of Fletcher’s after closing down for the night when my phone pings, alerting me to an incoming text. Reaching into my purse, I pull it out, assuming it’s Gabriel asking if I’m on my way home. Confusion sets it when I see it says unknown. Opening the message, I scroll through.

  ‘How well do you know your boyfriend?’ it says before image after image pops up. Letting out a gasp, I nearly drop the phone once I see what’s been sent.

  “What is it?” Carmen asks when she turns and sees my pale face.

  Matt grabs the phone from my hand before I have time to protest. His violent curse sounds like it’s coming from a distance as the images I’ve seen just from the text overwhelm me.

  “Oh shit,” I hear Carmen gasp.

  Shaking the cloud from my brain, I grab my phone out of her hands and thumb through the pictures. Image after image of Gabriel fucking Kiersten, each one like a knife to my chest. Inexplicable rage filters through me as I study each picture.

  Both of them completely naked, her with him in her mouth, Gabriel with his face buried between her thighs. Them facing each other. Her on her hands and knees as he pounds into her from behind. There are so many photos; and as I continue to stare, bile rises up in my throat. Finally, I start hitting buttons on the touch screen.

  “What are you doing?” Carmen asks, but I can’t answer her right now. I feel like I want to hurt someone, I’m so pissed. How could he do this to me? After everything he’s said. Did he mean any of it, or was it all a lie? “Marley, just calm down for a second, babe.”

  “No!” I snap at her, lifting my gaze from the phone for a brief second. “I won’t calm down!”

  Matt grabs my shoulder, but I shake it off and finish typing out my message. “Baby doll, you need to breathe for a second.”

  I read over what I just wrote.

  I hope you got a lot accomplished working late, asshole!

  Happy with what I’ve written, I forward the pictures to Gabriel before shoving my phone into my purse. “Can I stay with you tonight?” I ask Carmen. My voice breaks but I refuse to cry. I will not allow myself to shed tears for a man that doesn’t deserve them.

  She lets out a sigh and nods. “Of course, babe.”

  “Great, thanks.”

  Not hanging around to hear what either of them have to say, I stomp to my car and climb in. I peel out of the parking lot as fast as I can, pointing my car in the direction of Carmen’s apartment. My phone rings constantly, over and over the entire drive. When I finally park, I grab my purse from the passenger seat and yank my phone out. I power it off without even looking at any of the texts or listening to the messages
. He can take his explanation and choke on it.

  ***

  I don’t let Carmen bring up what’s happened when she finally gets to her apartment. My mind is a jumbled mess. I can’t think straight. I leave her in the living room and head to her bathroom, climbing into a scalding shower hoping to wash away the emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

  I have no clue how long I stand under the spray, letting it beat down on me, the hot drops stinging and reddening my skin. My fingertips are wrinkled by the time I climb out, but my head is still a mess. My chest still feels like someone’s squeezing it in a tight fist.

  Carmen thoughtfully left a pair of cotton shorts and a tank on the bathroom sink for me to change into. I quickly dry off and dress, and by the time I exit the bathroom, she’s sitting at her tiny kitchen table with two cups of coffee in front of her.

  “Feel any better?”

  “Not really,” I respond, sitting across from her and picking up my cup. I take a drink, appreciating the fact my friend knows just how I like my coffee.

  “Marley, I’m sure there’s an explanation. Maybe it’s not what you think. Maybe if you’d just hear him out—”

  “How’d she know he’s been working late, Carmen? If it’s not what I’m thinking, how in the hell would she know?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispers.

  “It was pretty fucking obvious what was happening in those photos, don’t you think?” She remains silent as she looks at me with pity in her eyes. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

  “Babe, I think we should talk about this,” she says before I can stand up.

  “No, Carmen. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to go to sleep and forget I ever saw those fucking pictures.”

  Her phone pings multiple times from somewhere in the living room. Carmen drops her head with a heavy sigh before speaking to the table. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen, honey.”

  “What? Why not?”

  Seconds later there’s a pounding at her front door so loud it sounds like someone’s trying to bust it down.

  “Open the fucking door!”