21. Addison
21
ADDISON
“T here’s only one thing better than sex for me. Do you know what it is?” Warren asked as his face was literally between my legs. His eyes were on me, but his tongue was drawing obscene patterns over my pussy.
The feeling of his rough beard against my inner thighs was enough to cause my head to spin.
“Money? Revenge? The sick need to bankrupt people?”
He let out a chuckle that I could feel against my folds.
“Touch those nipples while I can’t. But make it good. Like I would.”
My hands came up to my breasts at his order, like I couldn’t stop myself.
“Watching me touch my nipples is better than sex for you? Wow. That seems… unimaginative and?—”
At that, he speared me with his tongue, and I forgot what I was saying.
“That look, Addi. The look on your face when you’re being pleasured,” he said. “I was holding myself back, but not anymore. Remember you asked for this.”
His hands gripped my legs, locking me in place.
“I asked for nothin?—”
His lips fastened around my clit, and he gave one long, hard suck before he totally unleashed on me. My knees weakened as his mouth moved in a frenzy.
He licked and sucked all over, hitting every spot that had me rolling my eyes to the back of my head. Then, when his fingers joined in, I couldn’t stop the flurry of moans coming out of me.
In minutes, with his fingers pumping into me and his mouth fastened on my clit, I was going to come.
Faster than I ever had.
I threw my head back, my eyes closing as the orgasm worked its way through my body.
“Eyes on me, babygirl. This is punishment, remember?”
I forced my gaze back to Warren. Heat unfurled in my belly as I caught sight of his face glistening with my wetness.
“ Punishment ?” I asked with a shaky laugh. “Maybe for you, but I don’t think getting eaten out will ever be a punishment for me.”
He let out a hum, his fingers resuming their lazy stroking. My hips jerked without my permission.
“Which man made it seem like eating your pussy was a punishment?”
My face burned.
“You’re saying you like being on your knees for me?”
“Answer the question, Addi.”
I swallowed thickly. My mind was slowly unraveling as he was working my body with ease.
“None of them,” I finally replied. “Or… I guess you could say all of them? They never… I’ve never… Shit. ”
Warren’s eyes widened at the realization of what I was admitting.
“Poor babygirl,” Warren said in a mocking tone. “Eating pussy is a pleasure. Seeing a woman come apart because of your tongue is the best thing a man could witness. Your taste alone is divine.” His fingers hooked inside me. “Your first . So sinfully perfect for me.”
Without another word, he descended on me again. That’s when it started to be clear why this was a punishment.
Warren was skilled with his hands and tongue and knew how to make me come over and over again without breaking a sweat.
But Warren eating pussy?
He was like a fucking animal. He would move from savoring me to devouring me, barely giving me enough time to breathe before pulling another orgasm from me.
At some point, I had gripped onto his hair, but I wasn’t sure if it was to pull away from him or to bring him closer.
I was losing myself in the pleasure. Losing myself in him.
That was the whole point.
I was his. All his, and no one could take me away from him.
It was a painful reminder that no matter what type of monster Warren was, I was all too eager to be consumed by him.
By the time he pulled away, I was six orgasms in, and my body was tapping out.
“You got more in you, babygirl,” he muttered, looking up at me. His fingers were gentle as they circled my clit. “One more and I will consider us done here.”
His words were so… loving. They caressed my skin, pulling a final orgasm from me so tenderly I could do nothing but sink into its warmth.
I must have looked a mess. My dress askew, my hair tangled. But Warren looked up at me as if I was the prize he’d rightfully won.
And fuck, did he make me feel like it.
* * *
I leaned back into the soft leather of the passenger seat, desperately trying to forget how Warren’s tongue felt between my legs. Not just that, but the way he fucking worshiped me, making me come over and over again—and enjoying it.
Enjoying me in every way. Like no one else ever had.
The rough, passionate, hard fuck was normal… But this? It had my mind whirling. My body was on edge. I didn’t know how much of this I could stand.
And he hadn’t expected anything in return. Just my pleasure and mine alone.
I wish he’d just fuck me already.
If he had a single month with me, I thought he’d try to take advantage of every single moment. But he really was making me suffer in the most bizarre way possible.
Fucking effective, though.
He was breaking down my walls. Making me forget why I was here in the first place. It was intentional. That much I knew. Warren never did anything without purpose.
This had to be part of his carefully constructed plan to get revenge on me for leaking all those rumors about him to the media.
I braced myself as we rounded another corner, Warren slowing down only slightly. My stomach lurched just as my body sank into the warm seat.
I had no more energy to hold on.
“You should have had a driver take us,” I groaned, glancing at him.
The road was dark with only a few lights here and there splashing onto his face. His hands were gripping the wheel, and as uneasy as the road felt, he was driving with an expertise that had heat coursing through me again.
I knew what those hands could do.
My eyes trailed down to his clothed lap. If I looked close enough, evidence of his hard-on was still there.
My mouth watered at the thought of him sitting there, pulsing with need for me.
“He’s too slow,” he said. My eyes shot back up to his face, now clean of any evidence of what we’d done, but it didn’t stop me from remembering it. “If I had, we wouldn't be home until midnight.”
Fuck, I’m a horny mess. I need to get myself together.
“But at least we’d live ,” I grumbled back and closed my eyes as we were about to reach another turn.
His chuckle ignited a burst of need through me. The men I had been with never treated my body like he had. Like it was a pleasure to fuck, to lick, to look at. Oral had been a nuisance, always met with resistance and never given.
But he changed that for me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Warren was something of a pleasure dom, and even under these circumstances, I loved it. But it was loosening my resolve, making me forget why I’d gone to the auction in the first place.
His hand reached out to grab my thigh, something that had my heart skipping in my chest and that same heat pooling in my belly once more. He raised it up further and further unti?—
“Keep your hands on the wheel,” I ordered with a shy voice.
“Free use, remember?” he reminded me with a wicked grin and continued to tease me as his fingers worked their way up and under my dress.
I wasn’t sure if he was doing it to mess with me or distract me, but it was working. My legs opened for him, needing to feel him again.
His fingers brushed my damp underwear.
“Maybe we can play with this newfound kink of yours,” he murmured as his fingers brushed against my clit.
I groaned and spread my legs as far as they’d go.
There was a loud sound outside that had my eyes popping open and looking at him, closely followed by a bump, and Warren’s hand left me to gripped the steering wheel hard, his eyes flashing to the rearview mirror.
When he slowed down, my heart started to beat fast in my chest. All the horniness had left me and ice cold fear replaced it.
“Warren, what was that?—”
I was interrupted by another loud noise, and Warren’s eyes looked down to the dash. A bright red light was on. He seemed calm, but his jaw ticked.
“It’s the tire,” he said and turned into a small corner of the highway that was mostly dirt. My hands were gripping everything they could with a vise-like grip, deathly scared of what was going to happen to us.
I knew him driving was a bad idea, but he hadn’t fucking listened to me, and now we were going to die?—
The car finally came to a halt, but we were too close to the road for my liking, and I?—
“Are you okay, Addi?”
Goose bumps rose on my skin as the cold air hit me, my dress doing nothing to protect me from it. I wrapped my arms around my waist. My eyes searched the small area, but it was almost pitch black save for the car’s headlights, and we were totally alone.
What if we’re stuck out here?
A tugging caught my attention. Warren was pulling his hand from mine. Only then had I realized in my panic haste I had grabbed it. I quickly let go and he got out from the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind him.
“What do we do?” I asked, unable to keep the fear from my voice. Lights were sparse on the trail down, and since we’d left early, it would be a while before other people drove by. “Warren?”
He didn’t answer me as he popped the trunk open.
“Answer me!” I growled. “Now’s not the time for you to ignore me.”
A noise sounded from behind me. I let out a shocked scream, my head swiveling toward the sound. There were trees surrounding the road on all sides, spanning far up into the sky, covering the moon, and casting darkness on everything around us.
Oh god, I hope it’s not a wolf.
Another noise sounded, and I jumped, instantly turning away to run, but my path was blocked by Warren’s chest. Thank god. The coward in me curled into him for support. I couldn’t hate her for it right now, though. My heart was beating so fast, it threatened to burst out of my chest.
Warmth enveloped me as he placed something soft over my shoulders. It smelled like him. My fingers grabbed it, tugging it closer.
When he stepped back, I realized he’d given me his suit jacket, and he was in nothing but a white button-up that was pulled tightly across his chest.
“Come stand by me,” he said, handing me a flashlight.
The brat in me wanted to protest, but the scared little girl ran to his side the moment he turned away, her fingers finding the back of his shirt and holding on for dear life.
Warren had already set up the spare for the back right tire. He kneeled on the dirty ground, not unlike the way he had kneeled for me in the art house. He didn’t comment on it, nor did he try to shoo away my grabby hands as he worked.
I was grateful for it.
I held the flashlight steady, trying to focus on him. The way the muscles in his neck tensed as he worked on the tire. The clinking sound as he tightened the bolts. It became harder and harder as my mind played tricks on me, whispering to me that someone was watching me.
Warren cursed under his breath.
“What happened?” I asked in a panic, my grip on him tightening. “Is everything okay?”
“The spare’s flat,” he said as he stood. I shined the light on him, taking in his rolled-up sleeves and dirty forearms, so unlike the perfectly put-together Warren I’d always seen. I couldn’t help it when my gaze fell to his thick, veiny forearms and hands. I could feel them back on my body, digging into my thighs as he tried to keep me still.
My body thrummed to life just looking at him. If I wasn’t so terrified of the dark forest behind me, I might just feel emboldened enough to climb him like a tree. Or ask him to fuck me against one.
“I’ll call someone,” he said. “Get in the car.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I leaned to the side, watching him as he made a call. The car was even worse than being outside, though. It was too quiet. So I focused on him. My security blanket for the night. He leaned against the passenger door, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.
When he lowered his phone, another sinking feeling grew in my gut, but just as I was about to open the door and ask him, headlights shined down the road.
Warren stood up and waved them down. The car immediately stopped and pulled in behind us as he motioned for me to get out. As he opened the passenger side door, I could finally get a look at the face of the man driving.
Warren’s face instantly turned into a scowl.
“Ezra!”
“Car trouble, huh?” he asked, giving me a smile. “Let’s get you guys somewhere warm. If you’d like, I can take you to my?—”
“A hotel,” Warren cut him off. “There was one not far from the mountain’s entrance. Take us there, and we will be on our way in the morning.”
I didn’t dare intervene, not when I remembered how angry Warren had been earlier. My pussy was still swollen and sensitive, and there was no telling what he’d do or say in front of Ezra.
Even though… If that’s what he’ll do every time he’s angry at me…
“Leaving early, huh?” I asked Ezra out loud instead as I slipped into the back seat.
Ezra’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.
“There’s nothing of value for me there,” he said. “Not after you left.”
Warren’s jaw ticked. His hands turned into fists.
But he said nothing.
I let out a nervous laugh.
“Not really our scene either.”
Ezra hummed and pulled off the shoulder. His driving was much slower and more manageable than Warren’s, which allowed me to fall into a light sleep and escape the awkward tension rising in the car.