Chapter 39
Thirty-Nine
ELI
“Eli, dude, can you please stop shaking your leg? The movement is making my head hurt,” Addie’s voice was quiet and amused.
I was lying on the sofa, while she sat hunched over at our small dining table that was doubling as her office.
I was semi-watching Hands to Myself, which was apparently now both mine and Addie’s go-to reality dating show to watch when the other one wasn’t available to watch Sight Unseen because neither of us were particularly invested in it.
It was one of those shows that was good to have on as background noise.
There was an irony to me watching this show when it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my hands to myself while Addie was in the room, even doing something as mundane as writing an academic paper.
Between the fact that she kept chewing on the end of her pen and the way the neck of her T-shirt had slipped down to reveal the slope of her shoulder while she looked at things over the rim of her glasses, I felt like I was going to explode.
This was like being fifteen again and sharing a classroom with her, except it was worse. Because we were in our shared living space, and Addie was all soft, exposed skin and long limbs curled up into a chair. There was still something so irritatingly sexy about witnessing Addie being smart.
And it was also very inconvenient. Hence, the leg bouncing.
I tried to stop it, and I was successful.
For two minutes. Then it started again.
Addie dropped her glasses onto the table and twisted in her chair to look at me.
“Okay, what is up with you? Why are you this fidgety? If this is because you haven’t been at work for less than a single day, then we might need to have a conversation about your dependency on your job.”
I laughed. “This isn’t because I didn’t go to work today. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
And I was.
I felt less like I was going to cry at the drop of a hat, the guilt over forgetting slowly subsiding.
“Then why is your leg bouncing?”
“It’s nothing. I’ll try and stop.”
My leg did not stop bouncing.
“I think you’re lying. Do you want to talk about it? Talking might help.”
I had dared to forget who I was talking to. Adrienne didn’t like not having all the answers.
“Talking isn’t going to help with this.”
“Well, what’s—”
“I’m turned on, okay?! You’re sat there being all academic and shit, and much like when we were younger, it’s doing something to me.”
Addie’s mouth dropped open before it closed again, and she smirked at me. A look that made my already quite hard dick twitch.
“Did you just pop boners in science class?” she teased.
“I used to pop boners everywhere. Puberty was wild. And it wasn’t science that was my problem, it was always maths.”
“Maths?”
“It was the only class I didn’t have to pay as much attention to.”
“So you dedicated all your attention to me?”
I huffed. “No, I was just more aware of you then because I didn’t have to focus on beating you. That was basically a given.”
Addie’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You didn’t beat me at maths!”
My leg had finally stopped bouncing. “I think you will find that I did. I got the higher grade. I have an A-Level in it.”
“Do you dine out on the one year at Oxford as well?” she teased.
“Yes.”
Addie threw her head back in a laugh. It wasn’t often that talking about Oxford and all its failings made me feel good, but this time it did.
“Of course you did. Give me an hour. I think I have finally figured out my opening statement, and I want to get that down.”
I frowned. “An hour for what?”
“I just told you, to write my opening statement.”
“No, I meant what’s happening in an hour?”
Addie picked her glasses back up and slipped them onto her face, her green eyes sparkling under the lenses.
“You get to come. But seriously, if you don’t stop bouncing your leg, I am going to have to ask you to leave because it is distracting.”
My brain got stuck on her first sentence, and then I realised that my leg was bouncing again.
“Do you want me to turn the TV off?” I asked. Addie shook her head. “I am going to my room then.”
Addie bit down on the end of her pen as she nodded. I very intentionally readjusted my dick in my shorts, enjoying the way her eyes narrowed as she watched me, and got up to leave.
In the grand scheme of things, an hour wasn’t a long time. An hour could fly by when you were deep in prep mode. I had lost count of the number of services that had passed in the blink of an eye, but had actually been four hours long. I cooked dishes that took longer than that. An hour was nothing.
But an hour of waiting for your hot-as-sin flatmate to finish up being incredibly intelligent was not a real sixty minutes. It was an eternity.
I’d taken to pacing my room, because it seemed like the best use of my time, and I was tired of my restlessness manifesting itself as a bouncing leg.
By the time Addie knocked on my door, it felt like I had worn a visible line into the carpet. It was hard to tell in the lamplight of my room.
“Have you taken to pacing?” Addie asked, a smirk on her face as she leaned in the doorway.
Her long legs were crossed at the ankles, which made her thigh muscles look more pronounced.
There was a pen in her hair. Her shoulder was still bare.
She still had her glasses on, and her eyes looked like emeralds.
She looked so soft and strong, and I was so fucked because I was toeing the line of breaking one of our rules and helpless to stop it.
“It felt better than the leg bouncing thing.”
Addie laughed as she stepped into my room and closed the door behind her.
“I remembered something about ten minutes ago, so before we start, I need to confess that I fucked up.”
Fear lanced through me. “Fucked up how?”
“We said that we would keep this thing we’re doing between us, but Rachel knows. I didn’t tell her exactly, but she figured it out. So she knows.”
Fear melted into relief. “Oh, is that it?”
“Yeah, that was it. If you want, you can tell someone. Or don’t. Choice is yours.”
“Who would I even tell?”
“Anyone on the kids’ table at that menu tasting. I’ll give you a number if you don’t have it. Just don’t tell my sister. Or Rachel. Or don’t tell anyone. Like I said, it’s your choice.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me.”
Addie nodded as she stepped up to me.
“I have no idea how to bring this around to ‘hey, wanna fuck’. So, hey, wanna fuck?”
Her hands came to rest on my shoulders.
“That is the perfect way to bring it back,” I said quietly.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed.”
Getting naked was a simple task. I was wearing two items of clothing, and they were built for comfort and therefore incredibly easy to remove. I had actioned Addie’s instructions within thirty seconds and flopped onto the bed, my mostly hard cock slapping against my stomach.
“One of these days, I am going to remember that thing is pierced and stop being surprised by it,” she said quietly as she walked to the side of the bed, grabbed the lube from my bedside table drawer, and threw it on the bed.
“Can you move up?” she asked as she walked to the end of the bed, her eyes drinking in my body as it shuffled up the bed.
Once I had settled again, throwing a couple of pillows onto the floor, Addie climbed onto the bed.
She nudged my legs wider before settling on her stomach between them and picking up the lube.
Her fingers stroked lightly at the underside of my cock, and I whimpered at the gentle contact.
Nowhere close to the level of contact that I needed.
I felt her smile against my inner thigh as she pressed kisses along it.
Sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth for a moment before releasing it and running her tongue along the pink marks she was leaving behind.
She held the head of my cock in a featherlight grip and stroked her thumb over the silver of my piercing.
I was already so turned on that pre-cum was leaking from the tip, and she swiped it up with her thumb, making my piercing and the head of my cock even slicker.
I was so focused on not finishing under those barely there touches that I didn’t notice her move, and then suddenly my cock was in the wet heat of her mouth.
Her grip was firmer now, at the base of my cock, as her head bobbed up and down to meet her hand.
The perfect suction of her mouth and her tongue swirling around the head every time was almost too much.
My hands gripped the duvet, and I was trying not to buck my hips up into her mouth too aggressively.
“Ads, I’m so close,” I managed to get out between moans. She released my cock. I whined and pointlessly thrust my hips. Her thumb went back to toying with my barbell, and then I felt a slick finger circling my hole. Her eyes asked the question, and a slight nod of my head answered it.
She met minimal resistance. I happily bore down and accepted her finger as it slid inside me, setting a steady rhythm. I planted my feet on the bed and fucked myself down onto her finger and up into the hand still wrapped around my cock.
“Shit, you’re so greedy for it.”
“Please give me another finger,” I moaned desperately. She was right. I was greedy for it.
She added a second finger and picked up the pace.
I could feel my orgasm start to creep back in.
Addie curled her fingers inside me and teased my prostate as she started playing with my balls.
Sucking them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, then letting them go with a pop.
My hips were getting frantic, fucking down and up into her dual touches.
I opened up to a third finger, while welcoming the warmth of her mouth as she took the head of my cock between her lips again. The tip of her tongue teasing the slit.
“I’m going to—” My whole body tensed up, and my orgasm ravaged me.
I felt the suction of Addie’s mouth get tighter as I came down her throat.
I could feel her fingers still inside me, moving at a lazier pace as she worked me through it.
My legs went limp against the bed, and I loosened my grip on the duvet.
My entire body felt lax as Addie released my cock and slid her fingers out of me. My eyes were closed, my breathing heavy.
“You falling asleep on me?” Addie’s husky voice broke through my orgasm haze.
“No, not asleep. Just catching my breath. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
I felt the bed shift as Addie moved off it. “Don’t worry about it. Sleep. You need it.”
“No, no, no. I want to,” I whined.
“Do you want to open your eyes and try saying that again?”
I blinked my eyes open, but sleep was skirting at the edges of everything, and I could feel myself sinking into it. It was almost embarrassing that I came so hard that it exhausted me this much. I went to push myself up, but instead, my eyes flickered shut again.
I felt a kiss against my forehead, and I was out before Addie even left the room.