The One Addicted (The One Trilogy Book 2)

by Alexandra North

  The dark purple room, is perfect for seduction and all around us, transactions are being made, bodies being sold and sex the main agenda. Several men have looked my way but I don’t want to encourage them. “You have caught the eye of many men Lucia. All of them wanting to take you home and fuck you and I am the lucky one. The one who will see you explode around my cock tonight and get to sheath myself in that tight pussy of yours.”

  “Oh Seb, I’m not sure I can last much longer. Can we just go… please!”

  It’s a whisper and I push my breasts towards him, desperate to feel him cup them but his teasing continues. “This place is all about the build-up, baby. So you’ll be dripping by the time I take you. Like at Scarlet House - it makes you think about sex, not BDSM, or kink, just erotica, the tension is built by being near someone, talking about what we’re going to do to each other and not being able to touch - it makes for a far better end result. It’s all about the anticipation - what’s to come or who…”

  Me I hope and it better be soon. Who’d have thought in a matter of weeks I’d have become so demanding?

  Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a tall vibrant red-head weaving her way towards our booth, her eyes transfixed on her goal - Sebastian. From the moment we’d entered I’d seen female heads turn like hungry she-wolves and their shrewd eyes assess Seb as prey; the jealousy I feel is primal. I had thought that with my permanent fixture at his side that would be enough for them to back off, figuring I’d bagged him first - obviously not? Then again, I have to remind myself that these women were here to work and they’d fight to the death to get a prize such a Sebastian or Nathan - it would make the job far easier to bear - would make it less work and more play I’m sure.

  The brassy redhead reaches our table and places a hand on her slim hip, all the while ignoring me and focused entirely on my man. In a heavily laced Russian accent she asks directly and confidently, “I ‘ave not seen you in ‘ere before. You like to go back to ‘otel and I show you why zhey call me the best huesos in Dubai?”

  WTF? And what was a huesos when it was at home?

  To give Seb his due he appears as surprised as I am at this woman’s directness and with a smile responds. “No thanks.”

  I am griping the stem of my champagne flute so tightly I fear it will snap clean off and tight-lipped I place it calmly onto the tabletop, so as not to do damage to myself. The bitch continues to hover like a bad smell and appraise Sebastian at her leisure.

  “I can offer great deal, handsome? I like Engleesh – zhey are biigg!”

  Really? Sebastian’s grip on my knee is pinching to stop me reacting but I can’t bite my tongue any longer. This bird is taking the utter piss! “He said… no thanks - are you deaf?”

  Her striking grey eyes fly towards me with a mixture of disdain and surprise before she sneers and mutters under her breath. “Ostyn’ suka”. The words fly from her mouth in her native tongue, and are full of spite. I’m not entirely sure what she had said to me but from her tone it was entirely derogatory, however I know a little Russian from my Uni days and I’m pretty sure Suka means bitch. Her fixed look hovers over me, for a second longer, challenging me further before returning to ran charm once again over Seb. “I meet you after you ‘ave done with thize new girl on ze block. Dah?”

  Ok, time to get rid of the Suka.

  “He’ll be far too busy fucking me every which way you can imagine, darling, so go find yourself another trick, this one is mine for the night. Dah?” My totally faked and manly interpretation of her accent is not met with approval but fills me with great satisfaction.

  Again she watches me with that hooded, complacent gaze, but this time a flicker of newfound respect twinkles there and with a jut of her chin and a pout to her glossy lips she nods slowly looking me up and down “Dah,” before moving on to her next unwitting male.

  I down the rest of my fizz and can feel Sebastian’s heated stare to my right. “Baby, that was hot! So I’m your trick tonight am I?”

  “You most certainly are and I charge by the hour, so let’s get Abs and Nathan and do one. I’m going to show you the best night of your life.”

  “Well you better as you may have just cost me a night with the best huesos in Dubai.”

  “Do you know what that is?”

  “It’s a cock sucker, baby.” His grin is annoying, of course he’d understand Russian and that word in particular.

  “Oh, that’s alright then as you are going home with the best huesos around… I’d be more than happy to demonstrate here and now if you’ll let me.” That wipes the smile from his face.

  I chuckle as Seb, gives me a look of pure lust and turns to manically wave in Nathan’s direction and we head over to meet them halfway. “Guys are you ready to leave? Lu & are are up for an early night.”

  I assess Abby’s body language and smile, their intentions are identical to ours, I can tell by the lingering looks and the way she is glued to his side; the Barracuda club had worked its charms.

  “Sounds good to us.”

  *****

  By the time we get back to our suite, after saying goodnight to Abby and Nathan, Seb and I are desperate for privacy! As soon as the lift door opens, he scoops me up in his arms and has the suite door open in seconds, thrusting me immediately up against the wall as his magic mouth devours mine, tongues dancing, his large hands holding my face as if I am the most precious thing. I feel the familiar whoosh throughout my body as we connect in the way only we can. His hands move from my face as he kisses and nips with his teeth down to the side of my neck, desperately lowering my camisole straps down my arms, effectively trapping them down by my sides as his lips move to my nipples as they cry out for his attention, wetting me through the silk.

  “Oh, Lu, what you do to me, baby. I can never get enough of you - your smell, your taste!”

  My camisole is lowered and my La Perla lacy bra removed before I can blink. His hands cup my breasts together as he buries his face between them, inhaling deeply, his mouth seeking each nipple to worship each in turn. I am on fire! “Seb, baby pleeease......"

  “Again!”

  “Please!”

  He falls to his knees, dragging my camisole and skirt down with him, before returning to my hips to pull my matching black lacy panties over my thighs and stiletto’s to follow suit. Lifting each ankle in turn he removes them, then kneels between my legs, smoothing his hands up my thighs and round to my bottom, cupping it, all the while stroking the creases at the top of my legs. My feet press down deeper into the soles of my stilettos and I spread my legs wider.

  “So smooth, so perfect, Lu - you undo me every time!”

  I arch my back and lift my eyes to the ceiling on a moan, tilting my pelvis as he lifts one of my legs and places it on his shoulder; he continues to gaze at me, mesmerised, my pale pink pussy completely on show to his greedy eyes, glistening with want.

  “Seb, please!!”

  Suddenly, his mouth is on me. Fuck - yeeeessssss! At last! I’ve craved this since his naughty words in the Club, ached for his hot wet tongue to swirl around my clit. Ahh!

  This man is a master and I close my eyes and savour every minute of his magic tongue and lips as he strokes forcefully inside me, closing his lips round my aching bud. Replacing his tongue with one, then two fingers, he pumps quickly, hooking his fingers deeper within me as he touches my sweet spot, continuing to swirl his tongue round and around my jewel. Oh my fucking God! I scream his name as I come, shuddering, my knees buckling, my legs shaking as I pull him even closer to me.

  Shit!

  My heel has been digging into his shoulder as I’d come undone but he doesn't seem to mind or care as he growls and swoops me up, carrying me to our beautiful silver bed.

  He sits and I kneel between his legs, my breasts grazing his legs and remove his socks and shoes, lower his jeans and underwear, and slip them over his feet seamlessly. I return my attention to his length which stands proud and regal, and jerks
automatically at my touch. I hold him at the base, and dip to collect the small drop of pre-cum from his tip, swirling my tongue around his bulbous head and travelling down the muscled length, the skin like velvet as I stroke; velvet wrapped around solid Silver.

  I work his cock with my mouth, lips and tongue and fingers, massaging and delivering a hueuos, worthy of such an impressive weapon. Empowered by his groans and the undulating encouraging rotations of his lean hips, I lavish him with a litany of kisses, each one more pressured than the last. Rolling my bottom lip up the side of him I use my face to stroke him, before slipping my hot wet mouth all the way down his column, until he hits my gag reflex. “Ah, Lu, baby.”

  His words only make me suck harder, as I feel myself growing wetter. He is completely at my disposal now and I look up at his perfect body, reaching a hand up to caress his flat lean stomach, the indents of his abs - he was pure muscle and all mine.

  I begin to pump with my fist and continue to bob up and down over his cock, my cheeks hollowing and mouth working until my jaw aches and then I feel him grow thicker and harder - he was so close. Cupping his balls, I use my middle finger to touch a little further back towards his butt, just past his perineum and as I suck one last time I press in that magic place firmly, my palm supporting his balls.

  “LUCIA!”

  He climaxes violently, shooting his hot salty liquid, filling my mouth in endless streams and I pause, swallow and continue to milk him, draining him of every last drop. And when he can’t take anymore, his legs twitching in defiance, his breathing returning to normal, I kiss his tip lovingly and lick a long leisurely trail up his length before crawling up over his body and into his open arms.

  I snuggle into his embrace, feeling his lips on my hair and light caress of my spine and I kiss his chest. I’d never get enough of this addictive man.

  “You OK, baby?” I smile into the dark, listening to his faster than normal heartbeat.

  “All good - just need a minute to come down off the ceiling.”

  “That good?”

  “Amazing. You were right…”

  “Oh?”

  “Best huesos around.”

  “You said it - always remember that, you sexy bastard.”

  *****

  I lay there, slightly dazed as I gradually come down from my sensual cloud, aware he is stripping out of his clothes. I love sucking him off and what I’d just done for him had reminded me of our hideaway waterfall, all sexy and forbidden and hot - had that really been only yesterday? The days are rolling into one another and I’m all off kilter.

  The bed dips as Sebastian climbs onto the bed, whilst rolling protection onto his immense erection, then kneels, gazing down at me with so much love in his noir eyes, I’m mesmerised and cannot look away. It's as though our souls are touching each other and we cannot stop staring at each other. Tonight had been all about the build -up and the dirty talk and then the immediate release and it had worked, but now, I wanted it to be all about our union - a combination of sex and love, forbidden and vanilla.

  He moves over me, encouraging me to lie back and he clasps my hands on either side of my head, stretching them upwards and using them for leverage. I can feel him at my slit, which is wet and ready and as he moves upwards, he rubs against my overly-sensitised clit, making me buck to meet the contact. He answers my silent plea by pulling back and sliding deep within, and as I wrap my legs round him, he withdraws almost completely before surging powerfully back in to me again but this time I cry out loudly, suddenly wracked with a sharp agonising pain.

  “Baby, are you OK?”

  I can’t speak as the dull knife-like stab begins to subside. “I’m fine - I think you went too deep.”

  “Shit - Lu. I’m sorry.” He rains kisses across my face, his cock still inside me and I see the look of love in his eyes. “I’m so so sorry.”

  Our mouths meet and our delicate kiss becomes more passionate and I begin to rotate my hips to test the sensation it brings, reaching down to grab his behind and push him into me. “Fuck me, Seb… just do it slowly.”

  He slides further in, our fingers linking tighter, as his thick cock strokes at my g-spot. “Is this OK?”

  “Keep going - don’t stop.”

  I grow slicker, the smoother and less painful it is at my core. I hear his groan as he fills me completely. “You are mine!”

  He is there - right where I need him, crave him, his long strokes creating a fireball of bliss as I start to move with him in our sensual dance. We are made for each other - I never want to be without this man!

  He is the love of my life!

  His hands leave mine as he lifts my bottom to bring me even closer to him, stroking me even deeper, our eyes never leaving each other as we both feel the enormity of our connection. Sweat glistening on our skin as we ride our bodies to our end goals.

  “Come for me, Lu, baby - now!!”

  I scream as my body explodes, tightening around his cock and I close my eyes as stars burst behind my eyelids, my feeling of well-being and happiness wholly due to this wonderful man who makes me feel cherished and loved. I hear his roar of satisfaction as he pumps into me one last time, finding my mouth with his again for a deep kiss before he tucks me into his side, my head on his chest as we slip underneath the silken sheets.

  “I adore you, my lady Lu”.

  And I you, my sexy Silver man.

  *****

  “So, last night hmmm?”

  I glance across at Abby in the back of the taxi and grin knowingly. “Hmmm, last night. I take it you got as little sleep as I did?”

  “What me?” her chocolate brown eyes twinkle at me. “Oh no, Nathan and I got back from the club and went straight to sleep, in separate twin beds of course.”

  I laugh out loud at her audacious comment. “Not a chance, Abigail Thompson. Barracuda and Dubai certainly gets you all het up doesn’t it?”

  “Yep. I quite liked playing a ho for the night though, especially in the bedroom.”

  “Whoa – too much information.”

  “What? Like you and Seb weren’t getting all down and dirty. I saw that redhead getting you all riled up.”

  “Abs, anyone would have thought I was the redhead, I got that fiery and the anger…”

  “Jealously, babe. It’s a killer.”

  “Must have been - the rage came from the soles of my feet - I swear I could have scratched her eyes out - I don’t know what’s got into me?”

  “Er - really? We know exactly what’s got into you, Lucia Myers.” She attempts a serious expression but fails miserably. “That and you were probably just hormonal.”

  It could have been my hormones I suppose? Maybe that was why I was in pain when we made love?

  “Well, it certainly made for a passionate night.” Memories of last night’s escapades flash before me and I feel myself blush.

  “That good?”

  I nod silently and she pats my knee in understanding. “Me too, babe; me too. We’re both goners! What do they say an angel in the daytime and a dirty devil in the evening - well something like - I’m more dirty devil day and night since we’ve been away. It must be all this heat. I’m so bloody horny! Let’s make sure we look drop dead gorgeous tonight for these Greek gods and give them a taste of their own medicine.”

  I completely agreed - tonight was the one night we had to pull out all the stops and our first one was at an exclusive little boutique that came highly recommended by the Manager at The Jannah Hotel. It was based about 9miles from the Dubai marina and was apparently a hidden gem which was fast becoming the it place for those in the know - the place to find vintage and upcoming designer-wear at trade prices.

  We pay the taxi driver and head towards the warehouse building. It didn’t look like much from the outside and you had to press a button, before someone perused you via camera at the other end, then approved your access and buzzed you in - it was all very top secret and very exciting. Abby and I pull unsure faces at one ano
ther before biting the bullet and heading inside the warehouse. Inside, it was an entirely different story. Talk about not judging a book by its cover!

  “Wow, this place is divine- you can smell the couture the second you walk in - I’m literally salivating!” Ab’s jaw is dragging on the floor and I nod in agreement.

  “I know but have you taken a look at some of the price tags? I thought Dubai was supposed to be bargain central?”

  “It is - you’re getting a £10000 dress for £5K instead - still more than five times my mortgage payment every month.” I add wistfully.

  “You and me both, babe - but it doesn’t hurt to look and then maybe we can head off to the markets and see what we can rustle up. This place is vintage though so you may grab a designer bargain? Aren’t we lucky being privy to all this…”

  I look up as she strokes a sheer black Marchesa dress like it’s a magical lamp. “Ooh, this is delicious.”

  I agree it’s stunning and would suit her perfectly - very J-Lo. I leave her browsing and wander deeper into the boutique, it appears that price becomes no object the further into the mouth of luxury you delve; some of these prices make my breath hitch. I reach a row of dresses in the several shades of gold’s all hanging, waiting their turn to be touched and am instantly taken with one design in particular which hangs from it’s satin padded hanger to the floor with such elegance, but the second I hold it up to me I know there is no point in even trying it - it is designed for someone at least 6ft tall and I know that this place is sold as seen, there would not be any alteration facilities on offer.

  “Abs, are you going to try the black dress?”

  “I’m tempted.” She admits, chewing her bottom lip in thought.

  “You should. Come on. Let’s get you in that fitting room now, no arguments.”

  I shove her in the direction of the small curtained area to the rear of the store and carry the dress in question like it is precious cargo. Placing myself on the stool outside, I hear her muttering to herself and smile, if it fits and she likes it, there is no way she is not buying this dress. Nathan had already given me his Visa and carte blanche to spend whatever she wanted - no budget. So, if it was the one, I’d be buying it for her or Nathan would be, albeit incognito.