Sweet Addiction
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I lick my dry lips as he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience do you?”
My eyes widen and I swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re joking.” I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.
“I am. Come on.” He grabs my hand but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to do, it’s not happening if you have one.”
He raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any more questions before I ravage you?”
I shake my head slowly with a flirtatious smile.
“Good.” He pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against it. His hands grab my face as his lips softly brush against mine, tasting and teasing me. My bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and I moan, granting him full access as I part my lips and his tongue sweeps inside.
“Fuck, Dylan.” He moves his tongue against mine, biting and licking my lips. Holy hell this guy can kiss. His mouth expertly explores mine for what seems like hours and I slowly feel a pull building in my core. This kiss actually makes me feel bad for all of the other kisses I may get from guys in the future. The bar is being set ridiculously high here, certainly unattainable by the majority of the male race. My hands rake through his hair, holding his head to mine as my body responds to his touch with moans and whimpers. There’s no controlling myself here, I’m completely abandoning all my reservations and giving into everything I’m feeling. I’m suddenly picked up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me over to the vanity, our mouths still working each other’s. He tastes like spearmint and liquor as I lick him off my lips while his mouth moves down my neck.
“You taste so sweet. I bet every part of you tastes like this.” I groan at his words as his lips brush against the swells of my breasts that are poking out from my dress, my hands tangling in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“Reese.”
His hands hike up my dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, no other color mixed in. It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs, my eyes widening as he tucks them into his pants pocket. Shit, that’s hot. My fingers work frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his muscles contract as he moves inside of me and by the way his shirt stretches across his chest, I know without a doubt that he’ll be unbelievable to look at.
“This has to be quick, love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so wet and really fucking tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him, arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes. Please, I need you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.
He hands it to me. “Hurry.”
I hold the wrapper with my teeth and my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and moan my response. I swallow against his mouth and feel them curl up on my skin. I’m getting close already but I want him in me, I need him in me. Going without sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.
Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand, his heavy breathing mixed with mine filling the room. I stare fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted. Will he even fit in me? My mind scrambles at the thought. Well wouldn’t that be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.
Pulling out his fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my breasts and immediately licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back and locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.
“Reese!” His thrusts are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before he rams it back in.
“Dylan, holy shit.” He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare mesmerized.
Rocking my hips into his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I had ever felt anything in my life. His green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good. So fucking good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me.” No guy has ever talked to me during sex and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling my need for him.
“I’m close. Come with me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt. “Reese. OhGod.”
His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts that are now so powerful I think I might split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes, his eyes never leaving mine and my name escaping his lips at his release. I thought that most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one. And something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face towards him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped and I couldn’t care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face. Amazing. Mind blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined. I want to say these things but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what the hell he means by it.