Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Addison
A s Ridge kissed his way up my stomach, his lips still wet from what he’d just done between my legs, I grasped the top of his hair and waited for him to open his eyes and look at me. The shivers hadn’t stopped running through me, my body so sensitive from the shuddering orgasm he’d just given me.
“You’ve got a serious superpower—you know that?”
The smirk that spread across his face wasn’t just sexy; it was scandalous. “I have many. Which one are you referring to?”
“I told myself I was one and done, that this wasn’t going to happen. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, I wouldn’t change my mind. Yet I’m here, at your house, still dripping from the shower and that naughty tongue of yours, and I’m spread across your bed, knowing in a matter of minutes, I’m going to be screaming again.”
He chuckled as he hovered over me, reaching for the condom he’d already placed on the nightstand and tearing off the foil corner. “I can’t deny that I’m irresistible. It was a trait I was born with. But that’s not why you’re here.”
His lips were on mine, moving them apart, his tongue filling the open space. I found myself moaning from the taste of it, from the feel of it, from the way it caused the tingles to peak.
“You’re here because you want me as badly as I want you and you couldn’t fight it a second more.”
A swish moved from the top of my body to my toes.
It wasn’t only from his touch.
But also from the truth behind his words and the way they felt as he spoke them against my mouth.
“Put this on me, Addison.” He held the condom in front of me, and when I went to grab it, he added, “But use your lips.”
“Is that your way of asking for a blow job without actually asking for one?”
He smiled. “I’m far from shy. If I wanted you to suck my dick, I would ask. Which is something I’d never turn down, but at this second, if I don’t find myself inside of you, I might explode.”
“Is that so?”
As he rolled onto his back, I placed the condom on his lower stomach and moved down his body, taking in each ripple and cord of muscle that I passed along the way. My God, this man was perfection. The scent of his earthy and salty skin, the way he tasted like warmth, the masculinity I felt every time I kissed him.
Why did it feel like I couldn’t get enough?
I continued to lower, getting closer to his hard-on, but I didn’t go straight there. I kissed around the entire area—the base of his stomach, the inside of his thighs. I skimmed across his sac, giving each side a gentle lick.
“Fuck me,” he exhaled, his hand shooting into my hair, squeezing my locks.
He wasn’t guiding me. He was simply holding on.
When my lips landed again, they were on his tip, spreading to take him in, my tongue swirling around his crown.
The truth was, giving head wasn’t something I’d ever desired. I’d done it in the past. It just wasn’t something I craved.
But while I lowered down Ridge’s shaft and glanced up his body, I couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. How turned on I was just by looking at him. How there was this pulsing need inside me to make him feel as good as his mouth had just made me feel.
I didn’t know where that need came from, but as I took in as many inches as I could handle without gagging, drawing back and bobbing again, I had the strongest desire to hear him moan.
Once I achieved that sound, as it vibrated through my ears, my next goal was to watch him squirm.
So, I picked up my speed and covered the bottom of his dick with my hand—the section I wasn’t able to reach with my mouth—and I worked the two together.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He was holding my head with both hands, his knees now bent and his back slightly arched. “That feels so fucking good.”
I suctioned my cheeks inward, using my tongue, tightening my fingers around him.
That was when he began to move with me, arching every time I took him in, moaning as I pulled away.
He was giving me everything I wanted.
Everything except his cum.
I wanted to feel it hit the back of my throat, the warmth of it as it traveled down to my stomach.
Something told me it wouldn’t take much more before that happened, not if I kept up this pace.
So, I didn’t let up. I kept the same pattern, taking in as much as I could hold, releasing him, repeating until I heard, “If you don’t slow down, I’m going to come.”
I placed my lips on his tip. “That’s what I want.”
He gave me a deep chuckle. “Because you don’t want me to fuck you?”
“No, I want that. Trust me, I do.” I licked down to his balls. “But I want this too.”
“You can’t have it all—at least not right now. You have to choose, Addison.”
Choose?
How could I even do that?
“Sounds like I need to choose for you.” He slid his dick out of my grasp, grabbed the condom off his stomach, and rolled it over his cock as he got onto his knees, positioning me at the end of the bed.
His movements were fast, like a rehearsed routine with confidence in each step.
The moment my butt was positioned near the edge, he stood in front of me, my legs surrounding him, his fingers on my pussy.
“I thought you might need my mouth again, but you’re still so fucking wet.” He aimed himself at my entrance. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? The way I’m going to fuck you, the way I know just how you like to be fucked.”
My teeth were on my lip. I didn’t remember putting them there; they’d just gone there.
Out of need.
Or out of necessity.
“Yes.”
“You haven’t been able to get me out of your mind.” He gently stroked in, his thumb on my clit, rubbing that spot as he dipped in further. “And the more you think about me, the wetter you get.”
An overwhelming surge was shooting through me, causing the back of my head to push into the mattress, my stare no longer on him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
“I know.” He reared back and thrust in. “Do you think about me when you go to bed, Addison?”
An image of myself was in my head. I was tucked under the covers of my bed with a vibrator in my hand, holding back my screams so Leah couldn’t hear me. I’d masturbated every single night since I’d slept with him. And during every one of those sessions, the only thing I had thought about was Ridge. So, when he’d admitted to me earlier that he touched himself in the shower, thinking of me, I’d almost died from the similarities.
“Yes,” I said, dragging the word out to multiple syllables.
“Do you fantasize about what I’m doing right now—how fast I fuck you, how deep I thrust into your pussy, how hard I stroke you”—he turned his hips, hitting an upper angle—“and how I know what you want without having to ask me?” His thumb was still on my clit, but he was rubbing it in circles.
He knew me. He knew what I wanted. There was no doubt about that.
And with each bit of movement, he was causing me to build around him.
“Yes,” I admitted. “But what I also think about is the way you look at me.”
“You’re telling me you can feel the power of my stare?”
His words were added foreplay. The combination doing something to me that I couldn’t come back from.
“I can feel your eyes inside of me, Ridge.” My legs bent. My hands clenched the blanket. “I can’t even describe it. But that’s how I knew you were at the club tonight. I felt you before I even saw you.”
“Look at me, Addison.” He was pumping into me even harder. “I want you to feel my stare and take it in while you’re coming.”
He knew every time without me even having to tell him.
I lifted my head off the mattress, and the second we connected eyes, I was screaming, “Ridge!” A blast catapulted through me, and with it brought a surge of sensations. I couldn’t define them in my head; I couldn’t make out their differences. It was a cocktail of pleasure, and it was all rushing through me. “Ah!” I gasped in a breath. “Fuck!”
“Hell yes, that’s the sound I want to hear.” The smirk returned to his lips, but this time, it ended with his teeth, where he gave his bottom lip the sexiest graze. “You just got so fucking wet.” His mouth stayed parted, his eyes feral as they focused on me and, at the same time, looked right through me. “And tight—fuck—you’re tight.”
My shouting hadn’t died down. I could barely breathe.
This feeling was just so much.
The intensity.
The way it lingered, the longer he pounded me.
And as it peaked, hanging there for several seconds, my legs caved inward, my fingers too numb to grip the comforter, so I released it, and the shudders took over.
When I began to come down, I shouted, “Ridge!” Not because I’d reached that point, but because it felt just as incredible as everything else.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”
The jitters were like waves crashing against each other, slamming in the middle of the ocean without washing ashore to fizzle out. And they were everywhere—in my chest, sinking around my nipples, in my navel, on my clit, inside my pussy.
“My God,” I groaned. “Are you even human?” My thighs opened around him, my hands unfolded from the fists, and I tried to find my bearings.
He chuckled. “We’re going to do that again.”
“Of course we are.” I took a breath even though it felt impossible. “Because it’s you.”
“No.” His voice almost sounded like a growl. “Because it’s you.”
His hands were suddenly underneath my lower back, lifting me off the mattress. He brought me up against his chest, and with my legs already around him, my arms circled his neck.
“You like carrying me,” I whispered, remembering he’d done this last time, but this time, I had no clue where he was taking me.
“I like you.”
I let out a small laugh. “I can tell.”
I suddenly found myself against a wall, so he no longer had to hold my back, his hands going to my hips, where he positioned me in such a way that he could sink into me.
I cried out from my pussy still being so sensitive, but also from how good he felt.
“If you can tell I like you, then”—he rocked back and forward, my wetness making it so easy for him—“what does this tell you?”
His strokes were turning sharp, each one making me moan louder.
“That you want me,” I said.
“What else?”
I was holding him so tightly with our bodies pressed together. His skin was the only thing I could smell, the heat that radiated off him enveloping me.
“That you want to come inside me.”
He let out a deep, sexy exhale. “Fuck yes.”
He bucked up, and I gently hit the wall.
But it didn’t bother me. In fact, I loved it.
“What else, Addison?”
With each drive, I rode higher against the drywall, and as he pulled back, I lowered. The pattern caused my skin to burn from the constant rubbing and impact.
Still, I wouldn’t change it.
If anything, I wanted more.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I couldn’t even think at this point. “That you can’t get enough of me.”
“Right again.”
I gripped the back of his head and connected our lips.
Because I had to.
Because I couldn’t go another second without kissing him.
Because the need inside me was so strong that I found myself holding our faces together so I could get more than just a peck.
“Do you know what that just earned you?” he asked when he pulled away.
My eyes slowly opened, and I searched his face, trying to make sense of what he’d just said. “Earn me?”
There was a shift in the way he was holding me. An adjustment that sent me even harder against the wall. But it was during that minor slam that I realized what he’d meant.
The thumb he’d given to me earlier was back in my favorite spot—at the very top of my clit, grinding it in a way that had me panting, “Ridge!”
“You’re going to come.”
“Yes, I’m?—”
“You don’t have to confirm, I can already feel it.”
“I want you to come with me.”
“But I was going to give you a fourth orgasm. And a fifth?—”
“Please,” I begged. “I want to feel it. I want to see it on you.” I kissed him again. “I want to taste it on you.”
I didn’t know where this need was coming from. Maybe it was because he’d made the choice for me earlier and he wouldn’t come in my mouth. Maybe it was because seeing the vulnerability on his face the last time we’d been together was as sexy as his expression when he’d surfaced from between my legs.
But I wanted it.
And I wanted it now.
“You sound like me, Addison.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
His laugh came from a dark, guttural place.
He gave me several more strokes, grunting after each one, his beat increasing, his power maximizing. “You’re sure this is what you want?”
“Yes! Because I’m seconds?—”
“I know you are, you’re fucking milking me.”
The moment he stopped speaking, I completely lost control.
There was nothing to hold back.
I was already gone.
The pleasure was driving straight through me, reaching every part of my body, causing the shudders to take over. “Oh! My! Fuck! Ing! God!”
“Tell me you want it.” He was gripping me so tight, pounding into me so hard; I couldn’t even take a breath.
And he wanted me to talk?
While shuddering?
When my entire body was on fire?
“I want it!”
A sound released from him, like a rage of emotion, mixed with ecstasy, and once it hit my ears, his thrusts began to shorten. His strength didn’t lighten at all; he was still deliciously rough and perfect, only his speed lowered.
“Addison, fuck.”
“ Mmm , yes. You’re giving me just what I want.” I boosted myself up to his ear. “Fill me, Ridge.”
I took in his face, the way his eyes and lips, even his cheeks, turned feral from my words, from his orgasm. Hunger and satisfaction began to take over his expression.
But there was something else too.
Something I couldn’t quite detect, but it sent another wave of tingles through me, causing my nails to dig into his shoulders and my legs to squeeze around him. My lips to form an oval, and “Ridge,” came yelling out of them.
I didn’t know when we’d stilled.
I couldn’t recall the details of transitioning from screaming to quiet—I was far too worked up to distinguish time.
I just knew that every pore on my body was lit, like a bolt of electricity was moving through the tiny holes, the current staying fresh and alive.
My muscles felt like they were waking up again.
The numbness was working its way out of my skin.
My eyes were open, taking in his face and the handsome cobalt gaze that was staring back at me.
I didn’t know how long we had been there, focused on each other in silence.
I only knew that at some point, he asked, “Do you know how fucking good you feel?” His lips were against mine, his breath filling my mouth. “How I want to spend all night right here, inside of you, and never move?”
“Technically, you can.”
He’d insisted on driving, so I’d left my car at the club. I was here until he agreed to take me back there or I called a rideshare to come and get me.
Last time, I never would have been okay with not having my car.
This time, I hadn’t even put up a fight.
Which went against every promise I’d made myself, considering I wasn’t even going to allow myself to kiss him.
“Does that mean you’re spending the night?” he asked.
I repeated the question in my mind. I hadn’t even thought of the possibility until now. But there was something I needed to know first. “When does Daisy get back?”
“My brother is dropping her off in the morning. It won’t be early. He told me the two of them would be sleeping in.”
I laughed. “Either your kid is a unicorn and is one of the few who actually sleeps in or your brother is going to be extremely disappointed in the morning.”
“She’s no unicorn—I can tell you that.” He grazed my cheek, smelling it, kissing it. “Rhett knows she’ll be up before dawn. He just wants to spend as much time with her as possible.”
“I love that.”
He continued to look at me, waiting for an answer.
“I mean,” I started, “I don’t have anywhere I need to be, so?—”
My voice cut off when he pulled me from the wall and carried me toward his bed. It was only a few paces away, and he set me on one of the sides, pulling the comforter back and tucking me beneath it. When he was satisfied with my placement, he went into the bathroom, where I assumed he was flushing the condom. Once he returned to the bedroom, he got in on the other side of the bed and moved toward the middle, his arms circling me, pulling me against him.
My head found his chest, my hand on his lower stomach, my fingers pressing the hardness of his abs and the short, dark hairs that covered his muscles.
“This doesn’t suck.”
I laughed at his statement and glanced up, meeting the most beautiful smile. “No,” I said, “it doesn’t.”