10. Addison
Addison
EIGHT YEARS AGO
I can’t believe this is actually happening.
My mouth is dry. My heart beating erratically in my chest. How did we even get here?
We were at a party, and I was dancing, and I was sure Chase was watching me but assumed I was delusional because he’s, well, he’s Chase Hunter—former star quarterback, my brother’s best friend and three years older than me.
Then Chase’s friend, Freddie, got way too drunk and was being an asshole, and Chase asked if I wanted to leave, and of course I said yes.
We were walking through the park and talking about how much he missed his mom, and I told him how we all miss Karen too.
Then I hugged him, and he kissed me. And my soul left my body because I have never wanted to be kissed by anyone quite as much as I’ve wanted to be kissed by him.
And it was everything I dreamed it would be and more.
He’s so confident and assured. So skilled with his mouth and tongue.
And now we’re lying on my bed, and he’s kissing my neck and moaning my name, and my panties are soaked, and he’s barely even touched me yet. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, grinding my hips against him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Addie,” he groans, sounding pained. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I nod, lip caught between my teeth. I’ve never wanted anything more.
He growls. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to taste you, baby.”
He’s been waiting…for me? My head spins faster. I’m certain this must be a dream. He kisses my neck again and then he’s moving lower, his hands pushing up my sweater until his lips are on my stomach. And then he’s unbuttoning my jeans.
Oh, dear, sweet baby Jesus. “Chase!” I gasp, my entire body trembling with nervous excitement.
He stops, his deep blue eyes fixed on mine. “What is it, Firefly?”
I blush at the nickname, the one he’s called me since I was eight years old and he found me catching lightning bugs. “I—I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
He blinks and now I feel foolish. It’s not like I haven’t had plenty of opportunities to; I’ve just never really wanted to take that next step.
Probably because I compare every guy I ever date to the one currently lying on top of me, and not a single one makes my entire body come alive the way that he does. “You’ve never had sex?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck, Addie,” he says, and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed or feeling sorry for me, or confused, or all three.
“I’m not a prude or anything, I’ve just?—”
He seals his lips briefly over mine, stopping my nervous babbling.
“I never for a second thought you were, and it’s okay.
We don’t have to do anything more than this if you like.
” He licks across the seam of my lips, and I part them on a gasp before he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me so deeply, he almost takes my breath away.
When he pulls back, he offers me a wicked grin. “I fucking love kissing you.”
I glide my hands over his back, reveling in the feeling of his hard muscles beneath his shirt. “I want to do this, Chase. I want to do this with you.”
He stares into my eyes. “You don’t have to.”
“I know that. But I really really want to.”
His eyes rake over my face and his blue eyes grow dark with undisguised hunger. “You’ve really never had sex?”
I shake my head.
He drags his teeth gently along my jawline. “So, just how far have you gone before, Addie?”
“Third base. With a couple of guys…” I feel embarrassed talking about that with him. Even though I dated both of them, I never wanted to go any further. It was never quite…this.
Chase hums softly, trailing his lips over my jaw. “And did they make you come?”
My entire body flushes with heat at his words. “No,” I whisper. I always thought I’d feel self-conscious for my first time, but I don’t with him. “I’ve made myself come though. Lots of times.” Mostly while imagining it was you touching me. I keep that latter thought to myself.
He groans softly, warm breath dancing over my skin and making goose bumps prickle out over my flesh. “Good girl,” he murmurs and his words travel straight to my core.
I slide my hand to the zipper of his jeans and he grunts when I pull it down. “Not yet, Firefly. Let me make sure you’re ready first.”
I’m more than ready? Doesn’t he realize I’ve been waiting for this moment for years? Waiting for him. “I’m ready, Chase,” I whine.
He tuts, pinning my hands on either side of my head. “I love how much you want this, Addie, but I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
Chase undresses me torturously slowly, his hands and mouth exploring every single inch of me—all except for the space between my thighs that’s aching for his touch. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Firefly,” he growls.
When he sucks one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, a lightning bolt of pleasure shoots right through me and I whimper with need. “Chase, please!”
“It’s okay, baby,” he says, soft and soothing. “I’ve got you.”
Then his hand slides between my legs and already I feel like I might pass out. He rubs gentle circles over my clit and my core contracts. And then his fingers move closer to my entrance. When he pushes a thick finger inside me, my back bows and I coat him in a rush of arousal.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Addie,” he says through clenched teeth. “My naughty fucking girl.”
He plants one powerful forearm beside my head, a wall of sinew and muscle, and holds himself up while he expertly slides his finger in and out of me.
When he adds a second, I’m hit with an overwhelming rush of euphoria.
I know this act is colloquially known as fingerbanging, and I’d have wholeheartedly agreed with that term in the past, but nothing about what Chase is doing could be described as that at all.
He is skilled and experienced, every move he makes precise and powerful, yet tender and reverent.
His mouth brushes over mine. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me, soft yet possessive. “Uh-huh. Your tight little pussy is squeezing my fingers so hard. Desperate to come.”
Pleasure is building in my core, snaking through my limbs and winding through my veins. He’s staring down at me, his eyes intense and his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile while he watches me unravel beneath him.
“You look so fucking beautiful coming undone for me, Firefly.”
I suck in a stuttered breath. Light flickers behind my eyelids. He sinks his fingers deeper and brushes the pad of his thumb over my clit and I explode like a billion tiny fire bursts.
His mouth rests against my ear. “There she is,” he says softly, gently working his fingers to coax every ounce of ecstasy from my trembling body.
I’m still shaking when he slides his fingers out of me.
He holds my gaze when he places them in his mouth and sucks them clean, humming appreciatively.
When he releases them, he curses under his breath.
“Is everything okay?”
“No.” He grins at me. “You taste incredible, and I think you’re about to ruin me for any other woman, Addie Kinsella.”
He brushes my hair back from my face and holds my chin gently in his hands. “And I really want to eat your pussy and make you come on my face, but I think I might nut in my jeans if I did. And I think my little Firefly really needs fucking first, so…”
I can’t suppress the wide smile that spreads across my face. I have never in my life before been this happy. “I’m on birth control,” I assure him.
For some reason that makes him bite on his lip and groan, “I’ve never ever fucked a girl without a condom, Addie.”
“So that means it would be safe for us not to use one?”
His blue eyes flash dark with hunger. “Only if you’re okay with that. I have one in my jacket. I can go get it right now.”
I also know where Brax keeps a stash, but I don’t tell him that. Because I want to feel nothing between us for my first time. “No, I want to feel all of you.”
“You’re sure?”
I nod. “I would also like to see all of you.”
He arches an eyebrow. “I guess that’s only fair.”
He jumps off the bed and tugs his shirt over his head, revealing his incredible physique.
I try not to drool, because it’s not like I haven’t seen it before, at least his top half anyway, but this still feels different.
Then he kicks off his sneakers and socks and unbuttons his jeans.
When he slides them over his hips, along with his black boxers, I can’t help myself from gasping aloud at the sight of him.
I’ve seen guys before, even held a few of their dicks in my hands, but none have been as thick as Chase’s.
It stands proudly, its purple crown beaded with a white pearl of precum.
I swallow my nerves and let my excitement take over again. Once he’s naked, he crawls over me. “There’s no need to be nervous, Firefly. We can take this as slow as you want to, okay?”
“Okay,” I pant.
My pulse flutters against my neck like a butterfly’s wings, and he flicks his tongue over it as he spreads my thighs apart with his knees, until the thick head of him is nudging at my entrance.
“It might hurt a little at first, but then as soon as I’m inside you, it will be okay.
If you need me to stop at any point, you just tell me, understand? ”
I suck in a shuddering breath. “Yes.”
He inches the tip inside me and it feels so good that I cry out. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he growls. “And you feel even better than I thought you would.”
“I’ve thought about it too,” I admit, floored by his revelation, but too caught up in this moment to unpack what it means.
He looks down at the place where our bodies are joined and groans, “Fuck, Addie, I wish you could see how good you look with my cock stretching you open.”
I look down, but all I see is him holding back from sinking inside me, his muscles vibrating with the sheer effort of his restraint. I do feel stretched, but it’s such a delicious kind of ache and I want so much more. “Just do it, Chase. I want all of you,” I whine.
He braces himself, hands planted either side of my head. And then he sinks all the way inside me, and it does hurt a little, like he said it would, but in a way that feels so damn good. My body lights up from the inside, liquid heat burning in my veins.
“That’s my good girl. You’re taking me so fucking well,” Chase says, the deep timber of his voice soothing and igniting at the same time.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pulls out and sinks all the way back inside me again. “My cock feels so good filling your pussy, Addie. So fucking good. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
I throw my head back, sinking into the soft pillow. “Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop!”
His teeth graze over my neck. “I’m not gonna stop, baby. Not ever. This pussy is mine now, you got that. Mine.”
He sinks even deeper, hitting a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck, Chase.”
“I know. You’re gonna come on my cock this time.”
I am. I can’t stop. Can’t hold back the torrent of ecstasy that’s washing over every part of me. Now I know why I waited so long to have sex. I was waiting for this. For him.
I wake up with his arms still wrapped around me and his chest pressed up against my back. Every single muscle in my body aches, but in that delicious way like after an intense workout. I smile and wiggle my ass against him.
He nips my shoulder. “Are you looking to be fucked again, Addie?” he murmurs.
I giggle, recalling how I woke him in the night to have sex again, and how happy he was to oblige. “No. Just enjoying lying here.”
“Does Santa know what a naughty girl you are?”
“You said I was a good girl last night,” I remind him.
“Hmm. You were a very good girl.” He trails kisses over my neck.
“Brax and my parents will be home soon,” I say, even though I know it’s going to break this wonderful moment.
“Ugh,” he groans. “Then I guess I’d better leave.”
I swallow down my disappointment. But he places his pointer finger under my chin and tilts my head until I’m looking at him. “I have some things to take care of, but then I’ll see you tonight and we’ll talk. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He drops a kiss on my nose. “That’s my good girl.”
He jumps out of bed and I watch him dress, letting my eyes rake over his toned, muscular body.
Chase has never been short of girlfriends and maybe I’m being foolish to think he will ever want more than a casual hookup with me, but last night, he said all those things.
About me being his and how I was about to ruin him for any other woman.
Still, I’m not na?ve enough to think that those kinds of things can’t be said in the heat of the moment.
He sits on the edge of my bed when he’s fully dressed. “What is it, Firefly?”
I screw my eyes closed. “I know I’m Brax’s sister and we have a whole history.
I—I just don’t want things to be awkward between us.
I know I’m inexperienced but I’m not na?ve, Chase.
” I stop short of telling him that it would be okay if this was a casual hookup, because it wouldn’t be.
But I also don’t want to sound desperate.
He cups my jaw and leans in for a brief kiss. “I know you’re not, Addie. We’ll talk later. Okay?”
Even the tone of his voice has a kaleidoscope of butterflies taking flight in the pit of my stomach. “Okay.”
He kisses me again. “I’ll see you tonight.”
He walks out of my room and leaves me lying in bed, a stupid, goofy grin on my face, a full heart and a delicious ache between my thighs.
Although I always knew it, now I am one hundred percent certain that I’m undeniably and irrefutably in love with Chase Hunter, and I’m going to be in love with him for the rest of my life.