Sweet Addiction

by Jessica Daniels

  Gripping my thighs, he brings my legs to his front and rests them on his shoulders as he pummels into me. His groans are loud and throaty. “Feel it, love. Feel what only I can do to you.” He arches back and holds my legs as he drives into me. “Nobody will make you feel this good, Dylan, just me.” My eyes are glued to his and I can’t look away. I want to tell him that he’s right, that I know no other guy will ever make me feel like this and I never want to give one the chance. But I don’t. Instead, I just feel him. Every stroke, every push, I feel and take everything he gives me.

  Deeper, deeper, harder and he’s relentless. I’m close, so close that I can’t believe I actually doubted what he does to me. Clearly my insanely good night’s sleep has rendered me stupid. His hand trails down my leg as he thrusts and his thumb finds my spot. With the slightest twitch, I’m done.

  “I’m coming. Oh fuck.” I close my eyes and scream so loud my voice breaks. I hear his loud cry and flick them back open to see him glued to me. Green and piercing, he captures me and I watch him fall apart. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down as he pumps into me, giving me his release. Turning his head, he presses his mouth to my leg and pants, his jagged breath bursting across my shin. He stills inside me as we slowly come down together.

  “Jesus Christ.” I feel and see his lips curl up around my skin. My legs are dropped from his shoulders and he moves off the bed, lifting me up into his arms. He carries me down the hallway and straight into the bathroom. I’m placed on my feet in front of the vanity and glance at myself in the mirror. “Oh shit.” My hair looks rightly fucked but not in the unbelievable Reese hair sort of way, my lips are swollen, cheeks flushed, and my breasts are beautifully tainted with his marks. My fingers frantically comb through my hair as he smiles behind me. “I need something to wear out of here. Any suggestions, or would you like me to just wear what I have on?” I arch my brow and crack a smile as his fades. Oh, Mr. Possessive is back.

  His hands come up and rake through my hair, messing up what I’ve just tamed. “You’re hilarious. Would you like to take a shower with me?” he asks as he walks over and turns it on. His bathroom is far nicer than mine, massive even with a shower that could probably fit ten people. Nine women and Reese possibly? Ugh. Don’t go there. I shake the thought out of my head.

  “Yes, but it has to be quick. No funny business.” I bend and begin unhooking my garter, sliding my stockings off my legs. He disappears after I catch him watching me after several long seconds. Always watching. He reappears moments later as I slip into the shower, a pile of clothes in his hands. “You don’t have conditioner?” I ask as the warm water cascades down my body. The only thing in his shower is shampoo and his body wash which I grab quickly and take a sniff of. I close my eyes and let the citrus scent run through me, opening them to find Reese standing in the shower with me and smiling.

  “You use that and you’ll smell like me.” He smiles, pulling it out of my hands and squirting some into his palm. “I think you like how I smell.”

  “I love how you smell,” I reply as his hands work into a rich lather and he begins rubbing them over my body. “And now I won’t even have to see you again today to get my Reese fix.” He laughs softly and I watch his concentration as he washes me, starting at my neck and moving down each arm. He covers every inch of skin in suds and I giggle as his hands work my breasts, meticulously washing them for several minutes. “I think they’re clean.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.” His hands move down my stomach and around my waist, dropping to my ass and working the lather there as I squirm against him. “So, since you’ve survived a sleepover with me, that means we can have them all the time now right?” he asks playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  “Absolutely not. I never intended on sleeping over, in fact, I think you let me fall asleep on you on purpose and tricked me into it.” He kneels in front of me and washes between my legs, lingering with a grin before he moves down. He massages my thighs and my shins, bringing each foot up and washing them thoroughly as I grip the shower wall. I’m terribly ticklish and he knows it. I think about what he just asked me. Sleepovers all the time? There’s no way I can do the sleepover thing again, let alone all the time. Even though I did get the best sleep of my life and the sight of him wrapped around me this morning is a memory I’d like to hold onto forever. “That was a special birthday treat.” I hold on to his head to keep my balance.

  He stands and grabs his shampoo, squeezing some into my hand and doing the same to his. “Honestly, I had every intention of taking you home last night. But I think we must have fallen asleep at the same time. The last thing I remember before passing out is you lying on my chest.” We begin washing each other’s hair together, my eyes closing as I enjoy the scalp massage. He really is good at this. “And then when I woke up at five and couldn’t get you awake without a fog horn, I called Joey and told him that you accidently fell asleep and that you’d be a little late today. He didn’t seem surprised.” Our hands drop and I back up into the water, rinsing my hair and smiling at the scent that is now going to be on me all day. I’ve honestly never smelt anything better, and I live in a fucking bakery.

  “Do you always want your flings to spend the night?” I move out of the water and switch spots with him, allowing him to rinse his shampoo out. I grab his body wash and squirt some into my palm. Shit. Did I really want to know the answer to that? No, I don’t. “Never mind. I don’t want to know that.” My hands begin to wash his body as his eyes study me. “It doesn’t matter. I just don’t think we should make a habit out of it.” He moans softly as I move over his shoulders with pressure, down his arms, his chest, and his stomach. I get nice and close to reach around and wash his back, inhaling him deeply while I do it.

  I kneel down and wash his legs, his erection staring me right in the face. “Dylan, we’re casual and everything, but I think you’re more than a fling at this point. I don’t usually fuck my flings repeatedly.” I stand and look up into his eyes as he rinses the soap off himself. His jaw is tight and his brows are furrowed. “Okay?”

  I swallow and nod slowly. Okay. So I’m above his fling status but still casual, nowhere near the girlfriend zone. And according to Billy, he doesn’t do girlfriends so with Reese there isn’t a girlfriend zone. I guess he does care about me more than his other hookups.

  “I’m all clean, feel like getting a little dirty?” I ask and his eyes widen instantly. He reaches for me just as I slip quickly out of the shower. “Sorry. No time for that this morning.” I wrap a towel around myself and quickly grab the clothes that he placed on the sink, making a break for it towards his bedroom. I hear his laughs behind me as I drop the clothes on the bed and examine what he’s picked out for me. Sweatpants, a T-shirt, and a pair of his boxers. Wait, where are my panties? I glance around the room, looking all around the bed when Reese walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist. I look up at him and my eyes widen. Sweet Lord. I’ve seen the man naked several times already, but the sight of him in just a towel makes me clench my thighs shut.

  “Like what you see?” he asks, winking at me as he walks into his closest, momentarily stunning me.

  I drop to my knees and glance under the bed. “Panties?”

  He’s not long and reemerges with a dress shirt, khakis, and tie, shrugging at me and barely holding in his smile.

  I stand and grip my towel. “You have them don’t you? What are you starting some weird collection of my lingerie?”

  He drops his towel and begins dressing, causing me to look away quickly before I jump on him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I believe I provided you with some boxers to put your sexy ass into so I’m not sure what the problem is.” He slips on his boxers and pulls his white T-shirt over his head.

  “Humph, pervert,” I reply and his smile spreads across his face as I drop my towel. I feel his eyes on me as I step into his boxers, rolling them as I did before to make them fit me better. Next, I get int
o a pair of sweatpants he’s laid out for me that I also have to roll several times at the waist. Slipping on my bra, I pull the T-shirt he’s given me over my head. It’s an old University of Chicago shirt and has apparently been worn repeatedly. Did he give me one of his favorite shirts? I glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror hanging on his wall, putting on his tie. He looks devastatingly handsome and oh so yummy in the morning, freshly fucked and showered. He eyes me quickly and I smile before I walk out of the bedroom, needing to leave his presence before I rip his clothes off. Grabbing my purse off the dining room table, I slip into my heels and shake my head at how ridiculous I look in them with my sweats.

  “Ready?” He walks down the hallway towards me and stops when I turn to him. I let out a heavy sigh at his appearance as his eyes fall onto my feet. “You look beautiful,” he states as if it’s obvious and I run at him, meeting him in the hallway and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Whoa. Hi, love.”

  “You look beautiful. I look rightly silly. Now come on, I’m late enough as it is and you’re making me want to throw you back into your bed.” He turns me around and starts back towards his bedroom as I giggle into his neck. “No. We can’t.”

  He grunts in protest as he carries me towards the door and we finally leave with me still in his arms.

  **

  After stopping to get a couple coffees, we drive down Fayette Street and pull up in front of the bakery. I glance out the window and see Joey standing behind the counter. “Did you have a good birthday?” I ask as I unbuckle my seat belt and turn to see his eyes on me.

  He smiles sweetly and reaches out, pulling my hand into his and lifting it to his lips for a quick kiss. “I had the best birthday.” Oh my. He drops my hand and I lean in, pressing my lips against his and lingering there for a moment. I suddenly don’t want to get out of his car. Not after last night, not after this morning, and definitely not after what he’s just admitted. He’s minty and delicious, he smells heavenly, and he’s dressed way too good right now.

  I lean back a bit and his eyes open. “Make out with me,” I say in my best flirtatious voice.

  He licks his lips. “Isn’t that what we were just doing?”

  I shake my head, wrapping his tie up in my hand. “No, that was a goodbye kiss. I want you to devour me.”

  His hands reach around me and he pulls me towards him, sliding me sideways into his lap. “You mean, like this?” he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me. I’m panting so heavily that I’m certain the windows will start fogging up any second.

  “I fucking love kissing you,” I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his collar, relishing in his scent.

  “See, we could do this every morning if you’d sleep over more.”

  I move back up and latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy. After several long totally worth it minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. “Have a great day, handsome.” I open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the make-out session.

  “You too, love,” he replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and shaking his head at me. “Go, before I throw you back in here and take you to work with me to finish what you’ve started.” I shriek and hear his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I’m floating, completely high off him as I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.

  Sixteen

  “Morning,” I sing as I walk into the shop and get a massive smile from Joey. I quickly rush upstairs and change into more appropriate work attire, smiling as I fold up Reese’s clothes and stick them into my dresser. I will definitely be wearing these again, and often. I slip on jeans and a blue blouse and pair them with my favorite pair of strappy black sandals. After throwing my still damp hair up into a messy bun and applying some makeup, I reemerge into the bakery and see Joey tapping a familiar white box on the counter.

  “You have so much to tell me about after you open this,” he says with a grin. I think he looks forward to my deliveries from Reese as much as I do.

  “Did that just get here?” My eyes rake over the box as I pull it close to me. How in the hell did he have time to send this to me already? He’s probably just now settling in at his office.

  “Actually, it was waiting out front this morning. I guess he wanted you to have it as soon as you got here.” He sighs. “So fucking romantic. God damn it, Billy.”

  “Oh leave poor Billy alone, not all men can be as perfect as Reese Carroll.” Jesus, did I just say that out loud? Was Reese perfect? I think silently for a moment as I stare off into space and decide that yes, he is perfect. Catching Joey’s hurry the fuck up stare, I excitedly pull the white ribbon and open the box, my eyes widening as I hover over it and glance at the contents. “Holy fuck.” I pull out several pictures of an orgasmic Reese. Literally, I know this face, the face he makes when he climaxes. “Oh my God.” I rifle through the box and see pictures of him from the waist up, someone obviously having taken them as they were riding him until he came, waiting for that exact moment to capture it.

  “Jesus Christ. Is he, is that, he sent you these?” Joey squeals and grabs a few of the pictures. I allow it only because there’s none containing anything from the waist down. I can’t believe this. There’s at least a dozen in here. He sent me pictures of him fucking someone else? Or to be more specific, someone else fucking him? My heart drops as I stare at his face. He’s looking at the camera, looking into the eyes of the person taking the picture as she brings him to orgasm. His jaw is clenched, crease in his brow, piercing green eyes. I’m going to be sick. “FUCK.” I snatch the pictures out of Joey’s hand and shove them all back into the box. “I can’t believe him. Why the fuck would he send me these? WHAT THE FUCK, JOEY?” My scream causes him to stumble back and he holds up his hands.

  “Christ, I don’t know. I mean, these are pictures of him having sex with someone right?”

  “Yes. Did you not see his face?” My eyes fill with tears and his face softens. “Why would he send me these?” I drop to the floor. “OhGod.” My hands cover my face and I sob as Joey moves around me. I’m expecting him to drop to the floor with me but he doesn’t. And his voice tells me why.

  “Yeah, Reese Carroll please,” he says and I glance up to see him holding the shop phone to his ear. Oh fuck. “I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s in a fucking meeting. Put his ass on the phone now.”

  “Joey.” I stand and try to grab the phone out of his hand which I realize is useless. We’ve been down this road. His eyes widen and I see his jaw twitch.

  “You stupid fucking prick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  I can’t move and my tears are still falling down my face. I should stop Joey. I can handle my own battles. But right now, I can’t form a single thought in my head.

  “Don’t play dumb, Reese. Dylan got your fucking delivery, you fucking asshole.” I stare at the box that’s practically screaming at me on my counter and grab it, dropping it into the trashcan. I feel dirty all of a sudden and have a strong urge to go jump in a bath of hand sanitizer. “What delivery? You fucking know what. Why the fuck would she want to see something like that? Fuck you. Don’t fucking come near her again.” He slams the phone down, his breathing erratic as he turns to me and pulls me into his arms. I cry against him into his chest, letting go and convulsing in violent shakes. My phone begins to ring in my pocket but I ignore it. I know exactly who it is. “Jesus, I’m so sorry.” The shop door swings open and we both turn to see Mrs. Frey walk in. I quickly push away from Joey and wipe away my tears.

  “Mrs. Frey. Hi, how are you?” I ask as her eyes search my face.

  “Dylan? Oh sweetie are you all right? Is this a bad time?” She moves towards the counter and I
frantically shake my head.

  “No, no not all. Umm, boy drama.” She nods in appreciation and smiles at me as I force a friendly expression. “Let me grab your cake.” I walk in the back and pull her cake out of the fridge, placing it on the worktop to give it a final once over. My phone rings again in my pocket and I once again ignore it. Fuck him. I open the cake top and glance at my creation. The chocolate peppermint frosting messes with me and the tears come again. “Pull your shit together. You’re at work.” I say to myself quietly. I can’t let this affect my job. I was warned about Reese, multiple times actually. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s my own fucking fault for reacting this way. I quickly close the cake box, plastering on a smile as I walk back up front.

  “Here you go. One double chocolate peppermint cake. Happy Anniversary.”

  Mrs. Frey beams at me. “Oh, Dylan, it looks lovely. You even scrolled our names on it. Bless you, dear.” She leans in and gives me a quick hug before she waves at Joey and turns to leave.

  As soon as the shop door closes, my fake expression drops and I crumble. “Joey, I need a minute.” I quickly run into the back, up the stairs, and hurl myself into my bed.

  I’m immediately reminded of waking up with Reese as I wrap myself around my comforter that doesn’t smell like him. However, I do. I fucking smell like him. I used to love this comforter but right now, I hate it. I used to love everything about this bed but not anymore. Not after last night. Last night was obviously some sort of a fucking joke to him since he decided to remind me ever so sweetly this morning of all his other hookups. What were his words? Close to twenty probably? What a whore. My phone beeps a text message alert in my pocket and I pull it out and chuck it across the room, sending it crashing against my wall. I close my eyes and think back to last night when I hear commotion coming from below me. Familiar commotion. Shit.