“There’s no doubt in my mind, Lucas, but if you ever need someone to make sense of it all, I’m here for you.” I’m gutted when she leaves a gentle kiss on my cheek and walks away. Me? I’m rooted to the floor. I can’t fucking move!
I startle when a hand grips my shoulder. “Let’s go practice, Lucas.” Jet bends down, grabs my backpack and heads downstairs. All I can do is follow on legs that feel like I have weighted them down with cement. I’m angry when my feet hit the floor, but when the sullen vibe in the room smacks me in the face, I let it go. In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter who the mole is? Fuck no. It’s irrelevant at this point.
“Okay, you bunch of pussies—sorry, Willow. Let’s get this party started.” I slip on my guitar, hiss out a ragged breath when my hand strums the strings, and give it my all. The rest of the band follows my lead.
Several hours pass and we’re all practiced out. Our bellies are full thanks to the spread Mrs. C made. She claims she got her second wind. She’s amazing! My hand’s killing me, but the pain’s a small price to pay since we sounded really great. Now I’m taking my sweet ass time walking home because I know the liquor’s calling my name and I desperately don’t want to go down that road again.
I’m not paying attention as I almost collide with a warm body that comes rushing out of the coffee shop. Abby. “Lucas, how the hell are ya?”
Hmm, my night just got a little better. “If you come home with me, I promise it will be great.”
She looks nervous as her eyes bounce back and forth between us. Nah, must be my imagination because this girl has nerves of steel. “I’d normally take you up on it, Lucas, but I’m meeting someone tonight.” Well, what did I expect? That everyone in my contacts is sitting at home waiting for me? Hardly. I might be great in the sack, but everyone knows they don’t get too many do-overs with me.
“It’s all good, Abby. Get out of here and go get your man.” She breaks out in a wide grin, waves over her shoulder and climbs into her old beat-up Subaru. Hell, who am I to judge when I’m carless? Not only is Abby the best barista in town, she has many hidden talents that I’m sure her new man is very grateful for. Oh, well. Can’t blame a guy for trying.
Exhaustion takes hold the second I step inside my desolate apartment. Loneliness bleeds through my veins and, for once in my life, I wish I had someone waiting for me. Okay, that was fucked up. Scratch that. Truth be told, I don’t know who the hell I am anymore, and that’s some scary shit.
Old habits die hard, so I grab a brand-new bottle of Crown and unscrew the lid the moment my ass hits the sofa. I prop my feet up on the coffee table, cross my ankles, and take a long pull of the fiery liquid, swiping my hand across my mouth to hide the evidence. Before the songs play in my head, I pull out the elastic waistband of my sweats, snap a pic of my hard cock, and hit send. Yep, I’m an asshole, and with any luck Abby will ditch the guy and come here to give me what I crave.
Moments later, my eyes close in solidarity and I just let the lyrics play on repeat in my head. Not that I’ll remember a fucking thing in the morning, but it’s all good. I have a ton of them floating around in my brain on any given day.
***
Abby
Lucas is addicted to sex, and I’m addicted to Lucas. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to turn him down. I don’t have a date or someplace else I need to be, I just made him think I did. My heart and my body wanted to take him up on his offer. It would have been so easy to follow him to his loft, jump in bed, and fuck his brains out. But then I’d have to do the walk of shame and I want so much more than that. If he knows I’m sitting at home waiting for him to call or pop in, it’s too easy for him.
Instead, I’m sitting at home with a half-eaten TV dinner, flipping through the channels, when his dick pic pops up on my screen. Fully erect and ready for whatever I’m ready to give him. Why does he do this to me? Is he as lonely as I am? I highly doubt it, but then again, why send it to me? It’s like I’m in high school all over again and everyone’s taunting me! Wanting to break me. God, Lucas, you don’t understand how I feel and most likely never will, but this is torture. Not only do I love having sex with him, I also care about the man himself. I can’t speak for everyone else, but I’d say a lot of girls use him for sex. Kinda like he uses them. Fuck! I just answered my own question, and admitting that out loud is so eye opening. I’m better than that. Right? I am, but all my life I’ve felt like I’m not, so how can I change overnight? I can’t. Baby steps. That’s what I need to do. Take care of me and be patient.
I think he’s worth it.
My phone buzzes beside me with an incoming text. I’d like to ignore it, but the daughter in me worries something happened to my parents, so I quickly swipe and I’m met with a pic of Beth’s tits staring me in the face. Oh god, she’s at Distractions. All these girls do is party their lives away.
Damn, now my phone’s ringing since she noticed I checked her message. “Abby, come party with us tonight. We need our DD here in case we get rowdy. Pretty Please!”
“I’m already in my jammies tucked in for the night. You girls need to find someone else. I have a job, remember?”
“You’re only twenty-three and you act like an old lady. Get dressed and come here, there’s tons of guys here. Real hotties.”
It’s still early and I am a bit lonely. Gah, I hate the fact that I’m even thinking about going to the club! I need to get a damn cat so I have someone to keep me company. “Fine, I’ll be there in thirty. And just so you know, I’m not cleaning up puke or carrying your asses tonight.” Beth giggles and hangs up. My only reasoning is I love to dance and I feel like listening to the band tonight.
After brushing my hair, I give it a few spritzes of spray to make it shine. Throw on my favorite shirt, shimmy into my jeans and slip on my knee-high boots before heading out the door. Nothing fancy and makeup-free. But I’m not there to get laid. I just want to have some damn fun for a change.
Forty minutes later, I’m strolling into a crowded bar and my heartbeat thumps to the beat of the music. I might berate my girls for clubbing so often, but I could get addicted to the rush, too. Reason I try staying away.
I don’t need to search for them since they’re waving their arms on the dance floor, beckoning me. I’m sticking to soda for the night so I can keep my wits about me.
After a few sloppy hugs from the girls, I feel the music and begin moving. This is the only time I feel alive. When I let loose and just be. You’d think I’d be self-conscious because of my past, but I’m confident on the dance floor. Ten years of dance lessons will do that to a person. It was just high school that sucked ass.
We don’t leave the dance floor, one song bleeds into the next, and we just do our thing. I’m getting parched but I don’t want to stop. Until hands grab me by the hips and pull me in. They’re so warm and heavy that I don’t fight it, since he’s not grabby and grinding. I just dance to the rhythm of his body and it feels freeing. When he grabs my hand and spins me around, I’m pleased with the results. He looks familiar but I brush it off, since it’s a bit dark in here and I could have seen him here before.
The next songs slow and he pulls me tight against him. I can feel every muscle through the thin fabric of his shirt and it’s both heady and empowering. Just knowing he chose me out of all the girls inside this club fills me with butterflies. I know, I know. Here I go again with the self-doubt but I’ve lived it for so damn long that it’s so hard to let go.
He smells delectable, so I lean into him and tell myself it’s just a damn dance. Not like I’m going to sleep with him or anything.
When the song ends, he insists, “Let me buy you a drink. I’m thirsty and I’m sure you are, too.”
“I’d like that.” Seriously? That’s all I can come up with? Abby, you’re so lame.
He threads his fingers through mine and we walk to the bar. There’s only one stool so he lets me sit and stands behind me. Such a gentleman.
The perky
little bartender leans in to hear us above the music. “What can I get you two?”
“An ice-cold glass of Coke, please.” My dirty dancing gentleman grins from ear to ear. Yeah buddy, I’m keeping my wits about me.
“Make that two.” A quick nod and she’s off to grab our drinks. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Abby. Nice to meet you.” He’s quiet and doesn’t tell me his name in return. Weird. When the bartender places our drinks down in front of us, he hands her a twenty and tells her to keep the change. Last of the big spenders.
We both down our drinks to the point where my eyes water from the fizz. He chuckles. It’s a nice sound. Once we’re finished, he grabs my hand and I follow him onto the dancefloor. I’m thrilled, since most guys hate dancing.
It’s another slow song, so he pulls me in again with his hands on my hips. I feel comfortable enough, so I circle my arms around his neck and lean in. God, he smells good enough to eat!
I look up just in time to see Lucas stroll by, wink at me, and head out the front door. Dammit! Now Lucas will think I really did have a date. And, truthfully, I don’t know how I really feel about that.
11
Lucas
The last thing I do after crawling out of bed is check my phone. I wasn’t drunk enough to forget that I hit send and shut it down. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Abby told me she was meeting someone, and like a drunken idiot I sent her a text to remind her just what she was missing. Yes, it was a dick pic and a lot of good it did me since she was at Distractions with her man. Fuck, I hope he has a bigger dick than mine, but I hardly doubt it.
I ignore my phone and set about making coffee. At this rate, I should think about investing in a twelve-cup coffee maker since these single pods just aren’t cutting it anymore. Once it brews, I stride into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower will make me feel somewhat human again. I don’t bother shaving, I just turn on the shower and step inside.
The intensity of the hot water beating against my skin feels amazing. So much so that after I finish washing up, I just stand under the powerful stream. Watching the soap and water meld before disappearing down the drain. Is this what my life has become? Meaningless? Finding joy in the stupid, idiotic, mundane things? Fuck! I need to get the hell out of here.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stride into the kitchen and down my tepid coffee in a few quick gulps. Hoping and praying the jolt of caffeine will dull the throbbing ache in my head. A sudden knock on my door has me spinning in place as if I have X-ray vision and can see who's standing there.
A flash of déjà vu has me tugging on my jeans, so there’s not another repeat of Mrs. Knight’s last visit. Don’t want to get caught with my pants down and all. Although, now that I know she’s not my biological mother, it doesn’t creep me out as much as it did back then. Oh, fuck. Must be the booze talking, ‘cause, yeah, it still creeps me out.
A bubbly voice hits me the moment I slide open the door. “Surprise!” Abby is standing there in all her magnificent glory. Suddenly, my cheeks flush at the thought of sending her that pic. WTF? I’m never embarrassed. Especially when it comes to my manly parts. I want to peek down the hall to see if her new man is here to beat the shit out of me after sending it to her. “Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Um, yeah, of course. Come on in.” I’m very aware that I’m standing here with just my jeans on, not zipped but securely in place. I hope.
“Look, I know you don’t owe me a thing, but after that pic you sent me last night, I…”
I slam the slider in place and turn around to catch a very sexy Abby scrutinizing every inch of my flesh. Sure we’ve hooked-up, and sure she knows how to make a great cup of coffee, but she’s right—I don’t owe her anything. “Abby, I was drunk. Maybe for a split-second I was a little pissed that you turned me down but I had no right…” She slinks up to me, sets her hand on my chest and damn if it doesn’t feel like she burned my skin.
“I didn’t have sex with my date last night, Lucas. He’s hot and everything, but I’m not a slut and I refuse to sleep with someone I don’t know.”
Well, maybe sending her that pic wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Grabbing her hips, I step closer and rub my throbbing erection against her toned stomach. Her eyes pop wide and damn if her tongue doesn’t flick out to moisten her bottom lip. “Did you come here this morning so I could give you a good hard fucking like you so desperately want? You know, deep down, any other boy toy couldn’t possibly give you what you need like I can. Am I right, Abby?”
She bites on her bottom lip as her hand snakes down my jeans and wraps around my cock. I jerk inside her palm and when her thumb smears the pre-cum at the tip, my jeans hit the floor. Apparently, they weren’t secured like I thought. “Mm, how long do you have, Lucas?”
“All damn day, baby.” I know this girl doesn’t do quickies, and I have nowhere else to be since the band wants me to rest my hand after yesterday's practice. Which gives me carte blanche to spend every damn minute in her warm, wet pussy.
Kicking off my jeans, I wrap my hand around hers and we give my cock a few good strokes. I swear her eyes roll back in her head when a moan escapes me. Sex is such a diversion, especially for a sex addict like myself. I could spend every ounce of energy I possess partaking in lust of the flesh.
“Your hand feels good wrapped around my shaft, but your pussy and your mouth would feel amazing, baby.” The words barely have time to leave my lips when Abby drops to her knees. Ah, fuck. I shudder when her warm mouth slides down the length of me. So good. When my cock bumps the back of her throat I want to fist her hair, holding her in place. I remind myself through the euphoric bliss that we have all day and the night, too.
I look down just in time to watch her head bob up and down as her hand tugs on my balls. Oh, god I’m going to blow inside her mouth if I let this continue. Tugging on her arms, I lift her until she’s standing right in front of me with my cock pressed tightly between us. The little vixen stands on her tiptoes and grinds her pussy against my throbbing cock. Bending down, I grab her ass and lift until her pussy aligns perfectly with my cock. Only one dilemma, she still has her clothes on. “Abby, why am I naked and you’re not? Hmm?”
I hold back a chuckle when her shirt suddenly hits the floor and her bra soon follows. When my legs hit the mattress, I slowly let her body slide down mine. And I have her jeans off, reunited with her other garments in no time flat.
Abby is perfection. A dark-haired beauty with tits that just beg to be sucked. By yours truly.
Ripping open a foil packet, I wrap it up and place the tip at her soaked entrance. Fuck, the heat is almost too much for me to bear. Leaning on my elbows, I cover her body with mine until we’re skin on skin. Nothing between us. Her half-hooded eyes tell me everything I need to know. She’s ready and so am I. In one animalistic thrust, I’m impaled inside of her warm, wet heat.
Ah, the promised land!
***
Abby
After Lucas sent me that dick pic last night, I was summoned to go clubbing with the girls. I did and I had a good time dancing with my sexy stranger, but he’s not Lucas. And since he wasn’t forthcoming with his name, I figured he was just out for a good time. So, sometimes, you just need to go after what you want. And I want Lucas.
Hence the reason my hand slips inside his low-slung jeans. Warm heat and hard steel greet me as I wrap my hand around his girth. I love how his cock twitches in the palm of my hand. He kicks off his jeans, places his hand over mine, and picks up the pace. God, I love watching his face when he’s in the throes of pleasure. His chocolate eyes burn a hole right through me, and when his mouth parts I’m the one who moans. Lucas is so fucking hot, I want to run my fingers through his thick hair.
I gladly drop to my knees when he tells me my hand feels good, but my mouth would feel amazing. I don’t bother telling him I’ve been dreaming about this since he sent me that pic last night. Since I’m here now with my mouth wrapped around his cock
, deep throating him as I lap and lick at the salty bead that formed on his tip.
With a feral growl, he tugs me up by my arms. We stare at one another, our chests heaving as I grind on his cock. Lucas grabs my ass and I wrap my legs around him. He quickly points out that he’s naked and I’m fully clothed, so I make quick work of shedding my shirt and pants. When I am stark naked, he backs me up against the bed. With one bounce, he’s sheathed himself and he’s spreading my legs wide. I can feel the heat of him before he pushes at my wet entrance. A groan rips through the both of us as he plunges deep inside, then slowly pulls out.
I have no words to describe how I feel with him hovering over me. Watching me watch him. Silent but deadly. I’m desperate to move so I can feel him deep inside of me, but it’s not what he wants. So I wait for him.
We don’t move but remain connected in the most intimate way. Both physically and emotionally. Maybe I’m just as much a sex addict as he is. The only difference between he and I is I only want him to tame the beast clawing inside of me. He wants to set it free. I’m obsessed with him and how he plays my body. Just one touch, his mouth on mine, and I’m a goner.
“Abby, what are you doing to me?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer as his mouth claims mine.
Skin on skin, he thrusts inside, pulls out. Rinse and repeat. While his mouth bites, nips, and sucks on mine.
Branding me. Claiming me. If only for tonight.
In a flash he flips me over. Now, I’m on top. His feral gaze pierces right through me as he grabs my hips and pushes me down on his throbbing cock.
My head falls forward while my hands land on his heaving chest. Steadying myself for the ride of my life. He’s so thick and wedged so deep that I can feel him expanding inside of me. He pulsates against my core, which causes an erotic sensation every time one of us moves. It’s too much, yet I’m desperate for more.
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