Chapter 12
Addison
Idon’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as bad as I wanted Dean Adler.
He had me flipped onto my back underneath him the minute I said I wanted him.
He settled himself between my legs, desire burning in his eyes as I pushed my hips up against him, needing some friction.
He smirked, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Do you want my fingers, my mouth, or my cock, sweetheart?”
His hand cupped my breast as he rubbed the pad of his thumb across my nipple and then bent down, sucking it into his mouth, my back arching off the bed. He continued kissing down my body, his eyes still trained on me, waiting for my answer. “I’m gonna need you to tell me what you want,” he urged.
“Your mouth,” I said in a whisper, letting my eyes close in pure ecstasy as he began kissing his way up my inner thigh.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded, making my eyes snap open. God, he was gorgeous. His body was unreal. All chiseled abs, large biceps, thick forearms, strong legs, incredible ass. Not to mention his long, thick cock.
He slowly licked his way along my slit and then looked up at me through hooded eyes as he closed his mouth over my clit and sucked.
Hard. I pushed my hips up, thrusting into his mouth as I moaned his name, unable to control myself.
I could feel him smirk against me as he continued his torture.
He took me to the edge over and over, but then continually pulled back, frustrating the hell out of me.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned.
“Dean, please,” I pleaded. He was killing me.
“You want me to let you come, baby?”
I nodded frantically, gripping his hair harder.
He slipped two fingers inside and worked me over with his tongue.
I could feel the exquisite, intense pressure building at the base of my spine.
He sucked my clit back into his mouth, and that was all it took.
I went over the edge as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, my entire body shaking from the release.
I draped my arm across my face and closed my eyes, feeling incredibly sated from one hell of an orgasm.
Dean pushed up from between my thighs and hovered over me, arms on either side of my face, caging me in.
He looked down at me with a cocky smirk.
I moved my arm away from my face to look up at him. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”
He chuckled. “Good. But I’m not done with you.”
I instantly felt desire pool between my legs at his words. Should I be concerned? This guy could get me insanely turned on with only a few words.
The way he went into alpha mode, taking command of my body, lit me on fire.
I loved the way he effortlessly dominated, bending me to his will, making me ache for more.
I loved his filthy mouth. Noah tried to do the whole dirty-talk thing, and let’s just say that it didn’t land.
But with Dean, fuck, I couldn’t get enough of it.
I reached between us and stroked his hard, thick length, making his eyes fall shut with a moan.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, this will be over shortly. I want to be inside you now,” he groaned.
I sat up, gently pushing him off me as I reached over and pulled out a condom from the nightstand drawer.
He looked at me, surprised. “You have condoms?” He chuckled.
“Walker has condoms,” I said as I ripped the wrapper open. “Now, lie back.”
A lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Yes, ma’am.
” He lay back against the pillow and propped both hands behind his head, watching me.
I climbed on top of him, straddling him.
I took the condom and slowly slid it down his long shaft.
I lifted my hips, positioned him at my center, and then slowly slid down. Inch by torturous inch.
His hands moved to my hips as I took my time to adjust to his size. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. I could watch you do this all night.”
It was too much and not enough all at once.
I could feel him everywhere. Needing friction, I started to move, and goddamn, I didn’t think anything had ever felt this good, this right.
His toned abs contracted with each thrust as we found our rhythm.
He took his hands from my hips and rolled my nipples between his fingers before leaning forward and sucking one into his mouth, causing my head to fall back on a moan.
“Fuck, ride me hard, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled, deep and dangerous.
I pressed harder, faster, and he met me thrust for thrust. I could feel another orgasm building, and our pace became punishing.
He knew exactly what I needed as he moved his hand between us and pressed his thumb against my clit.
Lights exploded behind my eyes as another earth-shattering orgasm broke me in half.
Dean kept working my body, letting me ride out every last bit of pleasure, and then, as if right on cue, he gripped my hips hard as he found his own release.
“Fuck, Addison!” he growled as a guttural sound escaped his lips.
Once we both came down and our breathing calmed, I rolled off him. He hopped up off the bed and headed to the bathroom to throw away the condom. Once he returned to the bed, I went and cleaned myself up.
I slid back into the bed under the covers and laid my head against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around me. He was quiet for a moment before I heard him chuckle. “Jesus Christ, Addison. That was fucking incredible.”
I lifted my head up and looked at him. “Yeah, it was. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense, let alone multiple orgasms in one night.” I laughed in disbelief.
He stroked his fingers up and down my arm softly. “Well, there’s more where that came from. We need to do that again.”
I laughed. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
Before round two happened, Dean and I decided to grab some water and snacks. Who knew that multiple orgasms could make you so hungry? We turned the TV on and watched an episode of The Great British Baking Show, my guilty pleasure, which he found hilarious, while we ate our snacks.
“I can see why you love this show,” Dean said around a mouthful of pretzels. “It’s so wholesome. They don’t win shit. No money, no nothing. Just a fancy plate and that’s it.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Would never fly in America, that’s for sure.” I popped a chip into my mouth. “God, Paul Hollywood is such a stud.”
Dean stopped chewing and looked over at me. “Seriously? You think that guy is hot?” His tone was serious and had what sounded like a hint of jealousy in it, which only spurred me on to mess with him more.
“Definitely. I mean, those blue eyes, come on.”
“I don’t know. I think they’re a little too blue. Kind of creepy.”
I laughed and bumped my shoulder against his. “Ah, are you jealous, Adler?”
He scoffed. “Please. You were screaming my name an hour ago. I’m good.”
I threw a chip at him. “So cocky.”
He smirked. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
After arguing over who we thought had the better technical round and showstopper, I stood up on the bed triumphantly as my choice won Star Baker for that week. “I told you! Her showstopper was way more intricate and detailed than that other guy’s!”
Dean just rolled his eyes at me. “Yeah, whatever. My dude’s technical was way better than hers.”
Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of him.
He kissed me, tilting my face, giving himself better access to take it deeper.
I sighed into his mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I felt him getting hard against me, so I reached down, rubbing him over his boxer briefs.
The kiss grew more desperate as I slipped my hand inside.
I pulled away, pushing him onto his back.
I kissed my way down his stomach and pulled his boxers down, letting his cock spring up at me.
I wrapped my fingers around the base and lowered my head to lick around the tip.
Dean laid his head back and moaned, his hands instantly in my hair. My mouth slid all the way down his shaft before I slowly pulled back up. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” He sighed, pure ecstasy etched across his face.
I continued licking and sucking him off before taking him to the back of my throat.
I moaned against his cock, and his grip on my hair tightened as he took over control, thrusting his hips up into my mouth.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it? You like sucking me off, huh, sweetheart?
” I moaned again. Sucking dick had never turned me on like this before.
“As much as I love fucking your pretty mouth, I want to come inside you.”
He pulled me up by my hair, the bite of pain tangling with pleasure in a way that stole my breath.
Dean reached over to grab a condom out of the nightstand.
He ripped open the condom and slid it down his shaft, pumping a few times.
“Now turn over and get on your knees and put that tight little ass of yours in the air,” he said, his tone a seductive kind of menace.
I did as I was told and got onto my knees. I lowered myself onto my forearms and positioned my ass in the air. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Is this how you want me, Adler?”
He nodded, his eyes predatory. “Do you know how beautiful you look on your knees for me?” He rubbed his hands up and down my back before settling them on my hips.
He took one hand and swiped it through my arousal, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them in.
“You’re so fucking wet already.” He popped his fingers out of his mouth, gripped his cock, and slowly slid inside.
My head fell forward, overwhelmed yet again by his size.
Dean waited only a moment, letting me adjust, before gripping my hips hard and slamming right back into me again.
I cried out in both pain and pleasure, the feeling both intense and intoxicating at the same time.
As his tempo increased, I pushed my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust, easily finding our rhythm.
He angled my hips just right, getting himself so deep and hitting just the right spot.
“Oh my God, Dean,” I moaned in a desperate, unrecognizable tone.
This man knew how to work my body. It was unreal.
He moved one hand from my hip and slipped it between my legs, applying pressure where I needed it most. “As much as I love your pretty face, this angle is pretty fucking hot too,” he rasped.
He continued to drive into me from behind and work me over.
I couldn’t hold on any longer, and my legs started to shake.
I screamed his name as my orgasm ripped through me, making my entire body quake.
He quickly followed me over the edge with one last thrust, my name on his lips as I let him milk every last bit of his orgasm.
Both spent, we fell onto the bed. It had to be three a.m. at this point.
After we both cleaned up, Dean went to the living room and got Coal.
He returned and slipped under the covers, pulling me against his chest and kissing my shoulder.
Coal jumped up onto the bed and curled up on the end. Both Dean and Coal fell asleep quickly.
I listened to the slow, soft breathing of them both.
Nothing about this felt casual, and I didn’t want it to end.
I was exhausted and ready to pass out, but part of me didn’t want to fall asleep, because that would mean that this was all over, and Dean and I would go back to being just friends.
After everything that just went down and everything we shared, it was hard to imagine just being friends with this man.
I was fairly certain I was falling for him, and I was also fairly certain that it was going to destroy me.
Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
Walker:
Good morning, James siblings! I know it’s at least a good morning for one of you in particular…
Ava:
Oooo! Walk knows something! Walk knows something!
Weston:
Unsubscribe.
My phone kept vibrating against the nightstand, waking me up.
I peeked one eye open, the morning sun filtering softly through the curtains.
I looked over at the man sleeping soundly beside me and then shifted my gaze to the end of the bed, where Coal was sprawled out, snoring.
My heart squeezed at the sight, and I rubbed my chest at the ache I felt, knowing that this wasn’t permanent.
That it would all go back to business as usual and last night would be nothing but a memory…
an incredible, mind-blowing memory. I sighed at the sobering thought and reached for my phone.
These fucking siblings of mine, I thought as I rolled my eyes.
Walker:
In case anyone was unsure, it’s Addison. Addison had a good night last night. I saw a certain veterinarian’s truck still parked outside the barn when I went to check on Cash this morning…
Thanks for checking on Cash. Did he look okay?
Walker:
Yeah, he looks a lot better. BUT STOP AVOIDING THE TOPIC!
Ava:
Sweet Cash, I’m so glad he is feeling better…but yeah, Adds…stop acting like we don’t know you’re fucking the doctor.
Weston:
Jesus Christ.
I’m not avoiding the topic or acting like y'all don’t know that something’s going on… I’m choosing not to talk about it. There’s a difference.
Weston:
And this is why you’re my favorite.
Walker:
That’s hurtful, West. FINE, if you don’t want to talk about it, then we won’t, but I’m happy for you and whatever it is. He seems like a good guy.
Ava:
Yeah, what the fuck, West? Agree with Walk, we’re just excited for you, and he is super hot.
That means a lot to me, West. I hold the title with pride. And thanks, guys. There isn’t anything to talk about, because it isn’t anything serious.
Ava:
We’ll see.
I was about to put my phone down when it vibrated in my hand again.
Noah:
What are your plans for Thanksgiving?
I rolled my eyes and set my phone back down on the nightstand.
Noah never liked change or feeling out of control, and with our usual holiday traditions upended, he was likely feeling a bit lonely and on edge.
We would usually spend Thanksgiving with his family in Connecticut.
Then we would have Christmas with my family, unless his mom dragged him out to California to see her side of the family.
But that was a rarity. During the odd times that he did go to California, I visited my family instead, since I hadn’t seen them for Thanksgiving.
I glanced over at Dean and couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face at the sight of him sprawled out, taking up most of my king-size bed.
I settled back down, laying my head on my pillow, and let myself drift back off to sleep.
Figured I could get a few more hours now, knowing that Cash was okay this morning.
Having incredible sex multiple times in one night was exhausting for a girl. I needed my sleep.