Sweet Addiction: Chapter 6

Standing in an elevator with Reese Carroll in a massive building full of luxurious condos is one of the most surreal moments of my life so far. I can’t believe what I am doing, or what I am about to do with this man. Well, I mean, of course I knew going out tonight was going to lead to sex with him, but I had firmly decided on not leaving with him. I figured we would sneak off into the bathroom at The Tavern or into a dark and secluded corner to hump like rabbits. But here I am, riding the elevator of his building to the tenth floor with him watching me from across the small space. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not drop to my knees on this pristine marble floor and suck him off right here and now. I feel green eyes on me as I stare ahead at the numbers on the panel, loving the fact that he hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got out of his car.

“See something you like?” I ask playfully as he leans against the mirrored wall.

“Very. But why are you standing so far away from me? Afraid I might violate you before we even get to my couch?”

I swallow loudly. Violate me? Yes, anytime. The elevator pings and the doors open before I have a chance to answer.

We’re barely in the door of his condo when it’s kicked closed behind us and I’m being pinned against the wall. His mouth is hot and needy against mine, sucking and tasting every dip and corner as our tongues move together. I grip the back of his head and pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it slowly, drawing a long groan from his parted lips. His hands move over every inch of my back and down to the hem of my dress.

“Take it off,” he orders as he grips my hips and moves backwards, leading me out of the entryway and into a giant living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it.

“Whoa. Your place is really nice.” I quickly glance all around me. We’ve stopped in front of a long black leather sofa that faces a fireplace with a giant television mounted on the wall.

“Dylan, take the dress off.”

I smile and look up at him from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over one shoulder. “Unzip me please.” Startling a bit at the touch of his hands on my bare shoulders, he keeps one there while the other slowly pulls the metal zipper down my spine, stopping just above my backside.

“Thank you,” I say softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind me. And this is why garters were invented. I smile without him knowing.

“Holy shit. Turn around.” Mmm I liked bossy Reese.

Taking a little longer than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress, standing directly in front of him in my cream colored lacy bra, matching panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes and even more slowly back up to my face. I see his adam’s apple roll in his throat.

“Be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something that I thought I’d been feeling and didn’t think he could see. Is he nervous?

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful before. Sexy, hot, I even got good enough to eat one time. But never beautiful. Shit, why did he have to say that? He steps into me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down onto the couch.

“Oh!” I yelp at the cold leather as it touches my bare skin.

Kneeling next to me on the floor, he grabs my one leg and hooks it over the back of the couch and brings the one closest to him up to rest over his shoulder. I begin to shake against him, knowing exactly what’s coming. He trails light kisses up my inner thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you again. It’s all I’ve thought about.” He moves to my other thigh and repeats the action, causing me to tremble. “You have me so fucking wound up here, Dylan. You will come in my mouth several times before I fuck you.”

“Jesus, you keep talking like that and I’m gonna come before you touch me.” My body arches towards his mouth as he laughs against my skin. I know he’s right. I know he will bring me multiple orgasms tonight because he’s that good. His hot breath warms me against my panties and I moan, feeling his finger slide the thin sheer material to the side ever so gently.

“Oh.” I groan loudly.

His first lick is slow and lingering, ending with a sharp flick of my clit and causing an involuntary tremble of my body against his mouth. Throwing my hands over my head and digging into the arm rest, I look down my body and meet his eyes. His tongue licks in between every fold and swirls around and inside of me.

“Oh my God, you’re so good at that.” My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my stomach clenched as he works me. I’ve never had oral sex feel like this, not even close to this. A strong urge begins slowly building in my gut as he brushes hard against my clit and pulls it into his mouth, sucking relentlessly.

“Feel it, Dylan. Feel what I can do to you.” Darting his tongue inside me and fucking me with it, my leg that is hooked over the couch begins to slip as I buck against him. His hand darts out and pushes it back over, leaving me wide open for him to expertly explore with his mouth.

“Oh God.” I cry out, tightening every muscle in my body.

Two fingers take the place of his tongue as he licks above his hand, giving extra attention to my swollen nub. He moves slowly, stretching me with his fingers as I begin rolling my hips against his face. My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending me spinning off into orbit as I scream his name and reach down to hold him right where I need him.

“Mmm.” He moans against me and the vibration shoots up my body and hits every nerve. His fingers slow their torture as he continues licking me, bringing me down slowly but not quite enough to ease the throbbing.

“Oh God. Reese, please.”

I knew that begging him to stop was of no use. Plus, did I really want him to stop? I’ve never had an orgasm from a guy’s mouth on me before and I knew my next one wasn’t far behind. I moan loudly and bite my lip as he glides one hand up my body, massaging my breast as he licks between my legs.

“You taste amazing. I could do this for days, love.”

I groan and arch away from the couch, his hands lifting my ass into the air. “Don’t stop.” My skin ignites and the fire that had been barely doused comes roaring back to life inside me. The only parts of my body touching the couch now are my shoulders and my head. Reese is supporting everything else as he moves his fingers quickly, slipping a third one inside and pushing with the perfect amount of pressure against my clit with his thumb. His mouth nibbles on the tender skin of my thigh and I cry out.

“Reese. OhmyGod.”

“Give it to me, Dylan,” he growls.

I come again and it’s even deeper than my last one. The leg that is hung over the couch is now resting on his other shoulder and I grip my thighs tight against his head. He sucks on my clit and rides out my orgasm with me, finally allowing me to touch back down after my trembling stops. Slipping my legs off his shoulders, he places them gently on the couch and this time, the cold leather feels welcoming on my now glistening skin.

“That was… that right there… was…” I have no words. No words have been invented to describe that. My breathing is so strained that I can barely speak even if I did have the words. I open my eyes and see him standing next to the couch, slowly pulling at his tie with his amused expression.

“Epic?”

I quickly swing my legs over the side and stand up, my wobbly orgasmic legs causing me to stumble against him and into his arms. “Jesus, you’ve rendered me crippled.”

“Lie back down. I’m nowhere near done with you, love.”

I slowly raise my eyes to his and lick my lips. “I figured, but I want to undress you.”

He arches an eyebrow and licks my arousal off his lips as he holds his arms out to me. I step out of my heels and drop down a few inches, the top of my head now falling just below his nose. Reaching up slowly, I pull at his tie and slide it off from around his collar, dropping it at my feet.

“I’ve been dying to see you naked. It’s all I’ve thought about,” I say as my fingers begin working at the buttons on his dress shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes for me.” I’m fumbling nervously, the anticipation of getting his clothes off causing me to fidget a bit but I don’t care. I focus in on my task.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. You look incredible, but I can’t wait to get you out of that.”

I glance up at him from under my lashes and part my lips, seeing his eyes on my chest. I haven’t thought about the fact that he hasn’t seen me naked yet. I’m still wearing everything I had put on earlier underneath my dress. Bringing one hand behind my back, I quickly unhook my bra while the other stays firmly planted on his chest. I slowly slide it down my arms and let it drop to the floor, hearing a soft moan escape him. My heavy breasts bob freely and tingle in the anticipation of his body on them. He brings his hands up and rakes them through his hair. “Problem?” I ask, continuing the unbuttoning of his shirt.

He shakes his head, his eyes lingering on my chest. “No, no problem. Those could never be a problem.”

I smile and push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, reaching quickly for the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. Holy shit. My breathing picks up as I run my hands over the sharp outline of his chest and down to his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. Or eight pack? Jesus. Never have I ever seen or touched a body like this. He’s hard and defined but his skin is smooth and it tenses as I graze over every inch of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, licking my lips as I begin tugging at his belt. A soft laugh causes me to look up.

“Can I please be something a little more manly? Beautiful should only be reserved for you.” He brushes the back of his hands up my stomach and trails the underside of my breasts.

“Handsome then? Superbly handsome?” I smile up at him and he nods, the corner of his lips curling up.

His thumbs run over my erect nipples. Fuck the slow touching. I needed him now. My fingers spring to life and I unbutton and unzip him quickly, pushing his pants and boxers down and stagger back at the sight of his erection. Yup, just as massive as I remembered. A crazy thought enters my mind as he pulls his shoes and socks off, stepping out of his pants. Not crazy, fucking insane. But before I can think where the hell this thought came from, my mouth opens.

“I’m not sleeping with anybody else,” I say quickly, my eyes running over his naked body. His waist is narrow, the prominent V staring me right in the face. Long muscular legs run on for miles. Even his feet are perfect. Jesus, his body is deadly. I glance up at him and see his expression. He’s watching me, studying me. “I just, I know that this is just sex and nothing else, but I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone but you.” I’m talking so fast, I’m unsure if he’s catching any of what I’m saying. Where the fuck is this coming from? “I want to be monogamously casual, or casually monogamous. Fuck, is that even a saying? I don’t know. We don’t have to be. I mean, if you want to sleep with other women, then that’s fine. But if you don’t—”

“Dylan.”

“I’m sorry.” I cover my face and feel completely mortified but I don’t stop. It’s like word vomit at this point. “It’s just, I want to feel you. Just you. I’ve never done it without a condom before and I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other guy and we always used protection. And I’ve been on birth control for years.” Fucking hell I’m an idiot. “Christ, never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll go grab a condom out of my purse.” I drop my hands and turn to walk towards the entryway where I dropped my purse in the heat of passion. His hand grips my wrist and stops me.

“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? We’ve already had sex and you’ve had two orgasms tonight already. You should be completely relaxed with me.”

I look anywhere but his face. His chest is yearning to be touched, his broad shoulders, and his cut arms. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts it to meet his eyes. “I don’t know, you’re naked.” I motion to the wonder that stands before me. His tight body is definitely making my brain scramble. “I’m having trouble thinking straight.”

He muffles his laugh. “Relax. I was sleeping with someone else up until the wedding, but I ended it. It wasn’t serious anyway. I don’t usually do serious.” Okay, that made sense. “I think monogamously casual is a saying, and if that’s what you want to be then that’s what we’ll be.” He pauses and I step closer to him, granting him access to my body. He snakes his arms around my waist and holds me against him, skin to skin. The sensation warms me instantly. “And I’ve always used condoms. Always. If this is what you want and you’re sure—”

I brush my lips lightly against his, cutting him off mid-sentence. “It can’t just be what I want. If you don’t—”

“Dylan, of course I want it too. Do you think I haven’t thought about it?” His hand comes up and strokes my cheek as I trace the outline of his chest. His face is completely serious and I’m suddenly grateful for my extreme case of mouth diarrhea.

“Okay.” I step back out of his arms and hooking my fingers into my panties. I watch him watch me slowly pull them down my legs and step out of them, leaving me standing in only my garter and stockings. If it’s even possible, he gets harder. My eyes bulge in my head as he sits down on the couch, pulling me towards him. Oh God, he wants me on top? I slowly, almost hesitantly straddle his waist as he watches me, his eyes never leaving mine. I brace myself on my knees. “Umm, I’m not used to doing it this way. I don’t really know if I’ll be good at it like this.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “You can’t be bad at it, love.” His big hands cup my breasts and begin to slowly knead them, my nipples scratching against his rough palms. Moving closer and relaxing down a bit, I gasp when he brushes up against me, rubbing me in the most perfect way imaginable. He moans softly. “See, whatever feels good for you will sure as hell feel good for me.”

“Oh. OH wow.” I groan as I move against him, up and down in my wetness as his hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He controls my movements, not allowing me to speed up when I want to or hover over him to allow him to penetrate me. I grip his head between my hands and lock eyes with him as my body responds to his.

“Reese, I need you.”

“Mmmm, I love it when you say that.” He closes his eyes tightly, a low growl emanating from his throat before he opens them again. “Fuck, you feel incredible against me. Can you come this way?” He slowly trails kisses along my jaw.

I knew I could. This felt almost as amazing as his mouth on me. He is unbelievably hard and I’m completely drenched. Plus at this angle, our faces are inches apart and I can see just how much he is enjoying this. Soft deep groans escaping his slightly parted lips and his forehead is glistening with sweat.

I groan before I answer. “Yes, but I want you in me. Please, please let me fuck you.”

He moves in and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against mine. He tastes like me, like my orgasm, and it’s surprisingly hot. I moan and put everything I have into this kiss. I can’t get enough. His mouth can please every inch of my body and I want to surrender to him completely. Shit, at this rate, I should just sign the rights to my body over to him now and be done with it. No other man will ever make me feel like this. My thighs shake against his and I move quicker, gliding up and down against his length that is now soaked from me. My hands grip his head, tangling in his hair as my body begins to pulse against his.

“Please I need you.”

As his one hand holds my hip tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, he positions himself under me and drives his hips up and into mine. We cry out together. He’s so deep in me this way, deeper than anything I have ever felt. “Reese.” I go to rock forward on him when his grip on me tightens.

“Shit, don’t move.” He closes his eyes and drops his head back onto the couch. I stare wide-eyed as his adam’s apple rolls in his neck, the veins along the sides pulsing against his skin.

Oh crap. What happened? “Is it okay? I mean, does it feel okay?” I’m suddenly wondering if I’m completely screwing this up and way the hell out of my element. But it’s a justified question. I really have no idea what I’m doing here.

He tilts his head up and looks at me curiously, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Is it okay? I’m struggling to not blow my load in you right now and you’re not even moving.” My eyes widen and I can’t contain my smile. I’m making him lose it. Yes! “Just give me a minute.”

“Okay, take your time.” I’m completely giddy as he resumes his position, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I stay perfectly still on top of him, my hands slowly trailing down his neck to his shoulders. Molding my hands against him, I take this opportunity to feel his every muscle. I run my palms down his arms and back up again, softly massaging his biceps and triceps. Skating down his chest, I trace the define lines of his abdominals that are clenched tight and seem to firm up even more from my touch.

“That feels really good,” he says as he lifts his head and watches me.

“What? You in me or my hands on you?” I keep my eyes on him as I rub him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin underneath my hands. It feels amazing touching him like this, feeling his body react to mine and seeing him relax from my contact.

His hand comes up to my face and he strokes along my jaw. “Both,” he replies, his green eyes burning into mine.

I wink at him as my fingers trail up his sides and back to his chest. “What does it feel like?”

“Being in you like this?” I nod and he continues. “Warm, and really soft.” His eyes drop down between us and he stares at me. There. I swallow loudly. “It feels like I fit in you perfectly. Nothing has ever felt like this, for me anyway. Have you ever felt like this before?”

I stare at him, unable to blink as he studies my face. What did he mean by that? Was he just referring to the sex? Or did he mean just being with me? The two of us together? Shit. His question is fucking with my head. I’ve sure as hell never felt anything like this, in both ways. I’m drawn to this man. The undeniable tangible pull between us is electric. But I’m sure it’s one-sided. He’s just referring to the sex.

“Never. Can I move now please? I’m dying here.” I’ve never been on top during sex and suddenly have a strong overpowering desire to do it and do it well.

“Please,” he answers as he keeps one hand on my hip, digging into my skin.

Gripping onto his shoulders, I rock my hips forward against him, moaning loudly as he slides out of my wetness. I push back and continue riding him, back and forth, up and down, bringing him almost completely out of me before taking him back in.

“Holy shit. Just like that, love.” He clenches his teeth and rocks into me as I drive against him, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each move. One hand teases and massages my breast while the other holds my side. “Jesus, you feel incredible. So fucking good, Dylan.” He keeps his eyes on me as he leans in and pulls my nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back and scream his name as the fever begins to spread throughout my body. He sucks and bites me as I still my movements, arching my back to give him full access to my breasts. I look down and meet his eyes as his mouth stays latched around me, pulling my nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

“I love your mouth.”

A small smile pulls at his lips as he moves to the side of my breast and sucks hard, leaving a very prominent red mark on my pale skin. His eyes study mine for approval.

“Do that again.”

He licks over to my other breast that is now being teased with his fingers. Sucking on the skin just above my nipple, he pulls back after a few seconds and admires his work. I’m marked by him, where only his mouth has pleased me and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s claiming my body and I’m willingly letting him have it. His hands move to my ass and he grips me tightly, picking up my pace.

“Yes. Ohgod. Ohgod.” My stomach clenches and twists as my pussy aches. He slides one hand around my waist and down my stomach until his thumb is working my clit. My fingernails dig into the leather as he rubs me in the way that only he knows how. I’m pulsing, shaking against him. My climax was already on the brink before I crashed down on top of him and the feel of him inside me with no barrier and now working me the way he’s doing pushes me quickly over the edge. I throw my head back and give into the release. “Reese. I’m coming.” His hand grabs my face and tilts it down, forcing me to look at him. His eyes burn into mine, capturing me as he grunts loudly.

“Dylan, oh FUCK.” I feel his orgasm burst inside me, warm and lingering, and I never want anything more than I want him in this moment. This is amazing. Everything about him is amazing. He pumps once, twice, three times and stills, his eyes staying on mine and giving me the satisfaction of watching him come undone. And then I collapse on top of him, my head hitting his chest as his hand comes up and holds me there. I’ve never felt anything like that. Not even close. He has officially ruined all other men for me and I am perfectly fine with that.