Chapter Two
I signaled the server for another round—two more whiskeys, neat.
While we waited, Addison’s hand remained intertwined with mine on her thigh.
The contact was warm, deliberate, and full of unspoken promise.
The confrontation still lingered between us, but it had become fuel for something far more intoxicating.
“I keep replaying it in my head,” she said softly, her voice laced with lingering hurt and growing heat.
“The way Jamie looked at him. Like he was hers. And Zack… he didn’t even try to deny it properly.
” She took a slow sip of her fresh drink, her lips glistening.
“It makes me so angry. But sitting here with you… it also makes me feel something else. Alive. Desired in a way I haven’t felt in years. ”
I leaned in again, my mouth close to her ear, voice low and seductive.
“You are desired, Addison. Deeply.” My free hand rested on her other thigh, fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns higher up.
“I’ve been fighting the urge to kiss you properly since the moment you turned toward me at that table.
The way you stood up to them—strong, unapologetic—it was incredibly sexy. ”
She shivered visibly at my words and touch. Under the table, my fingers pressed more firmly, stroking along the seam of her jeans, applying just enough pressure to make her shift in her seat. Her breath hitched.
“Owen…” she whispered, turning her head so our lips were inches apart. Her hand slid up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt as she pulled me closer.
This time, when she kissed me, there was no hesitation.
It started slow and deep, her tongue sliding against mine with growing urgency.
I groaned softly into her mouth, my hand between her thighs continuing its deliberate tease—pressing, rubbing in slow circles against the growing heat there.
She moaned quietly against my lips, her hips subtly rocking into my touch.
We broke apart only when the need for air became necessary, foreheads resting together. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dark with want.
“You’re making it very hard to behave in public,” she breathed, a small, breathless smile curving her lips.
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I leaned in again, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. This time there was no restraint. Our tongues met with growing hunger, and Addison sighed softly into me, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck.
Under the table, my hand grew bolder. I slipped it beneath the hem of her black top, fingers gliding over the smooth, warm skin of her stomach.
She shivered at the contact but arched subtly into my touch.
I continued upward until my palm cupped one full breast through her bra, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.
Addison moaned quietly against my lips, the sound vibrating through me.
“God, you feel perfect,” I whispered against her mouth, gently rolling her nipple between my fingers. She responded by kissing me harder, her tongue stroking mine with increasing need.
My other hand moved lower, deftly unbuttoning the top of her jeans.
I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her already slick and hot.
A low groan escaped me as I stroked her slowly, circling her swollen clit with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Addison’s hips jerked against my hand, her breathing ragged.
“Owen…” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling with desire.
She shifted suddenly, climbing into my lap in the shadowed booth.
Her thighs straddled mine, her core pressing hotly against the hard ridge of my erection through our clothes.
The position allowed me better access. I pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her, curling them slowly while my thumb continued working her clit.
She rocked against my hand, kissing me with raw, mutual hunger. Our mouths moved together desperately—tongues tangling, lips sucking and nipping. Her hands roamed my chest and shoulders, nails digging in lightly as pleasure built.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmured against her ear, thrusting my fingers deeper, matching the rhythm of her hips. “So ready. I can feel how badly you need this.”
Addison whimpered softly, grinding down harder on my hand.
“Yes… don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice husky and needy.
She kissed me again, deeper, her breasts pressing against my chest as she rode my fingers with growing urgency.
The risk of being seen only seemed to heighten the mutual fire between us.
We stayed like that for several long, heated minutes—kissing passionately, my fingers working her with steady, skilled strokes while she rocked in my lap. Her breathing grew more erratic, her inner walls tightening around my fingers as she approached the edge.
Addison suddenly pulled back, eyes dark with lust and determination. She climbed off my lap, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from our kisses. Without a word, she took my hand and tugged me up from the booth.
“Come with me,” she whispered, her voice husky and urgent.
I quickly dropped a $100 bill on the table to cover our drinks and more, not bothering to wait for change.
Addison led me through the lounge with purposeful strides, her hand gripping mine tightly.
We moved past the bar and down a dimly lit hallway toward the restrooms. She pushed open the door to the single-occupancy women’s bathroom, pulling me inside before locking the door behind us.
The moment the lock clicked, Addison pressed me back against the wall, kissing me hard and deep.
Her hands worked frantically at my belt, unfastening it with eager fingers.
She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor, looking up at me with blazing eyes as she freed my throbbing cock from my pants.
I was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
“Fuck, Addison,” I groaned, my hand gently threading through her dark hair.
She didn’t hesitate. She took me into her mouth with a low, needy moan, her lips stretching around my thickness.
The wet heat was exquisite. She sucked me slowly at first, savoring the length, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before taking me deeper.
Her hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with her mouth, while the other cupped my balls, massaging them gently.
I leaned my head back against the wall, one hand in her hair, the other bracing against the sink. “Just like that… God, your mouth feels incredible,” I rasped, watching her take me deeper with each bob of her head. She hummed around my cock, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine.
Addison looked up at me through her lashes, eyes watering slightly as she worked me with increasing fervor.
The sight of her on her knees in the bathroom stall—lips wrapped around me, cheeks hollowed as she sucked with passionate intensity—was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.
She took me to the back of her throat, swallowing around me, then pulled back to swirl her tongue along the underside before diving down again.
I groaned her name, my hips rocking gently, careful not to overwhelm her. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” I warned, voice strained with pleasure.
She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Good,” before taking me back into her warm, wet mouth with renewed hunger. Her hand pumped me faster while her tongue worked the head, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
The risk of someone knocking on the door only heightened the intensity. Addison moaned around my cock, clearly as lost in the moment as I was. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, touching herself as she sucked me, the sight nearly sending me over.
I tightened my grip in her hair, breathing ragged. “Addison… I’m close…”
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she took me even deeper, eyes locked on mine, silently urging me on.
The sight and sensation pushed me over the edge.
With a low, guttural groan, I came hard down her throat.
Addison swallowed every drop, humming softly around me as she milked me through the intense release.
When I finally softened, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips with a satisfied, wicked little smile.
I hauled her to her feet immediately, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. “Your turn,” I murmured against her mouth, my voice rough with lingering pleasure and renewed hunger.
I lifted her effortlessly onto the marble sink counter, spreading her thighs wide.
Addison leaned back against the mirror, her breathing already ragged with anticipation.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, peeling her jeans and soaked panties down her legs in one smooth motion.
The sight of her glistening, swollen pussy made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Beautiful,” I whispered reverently, running my hands up her inner thighs. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her sweet, tangy taste. Addison gasped sharply, her hand flying to my hair.
“Owen… yes,” she moaned, her head falling back against the mirror.
I took my time, worshipping her with my mouth.
I licked broad, slow strokes along her folds, then circled her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue.
When I sucked the sensitive bud into my mouth, her hips bucked against my face.
I slid two fingers back inside her, curling them to stroke that perfect spot while my tongue worked her clit with firm, rhythmic pressure.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growled against her pussy, the vibrations making her whimper. “So wet for me. Come on my tongue, Addison. Let me feel you.”
She was already close from the earlier teasing. Her thighs trembled around my head as I devoured her—licking, sucking, and fucking her with my fingers in a steady, relentless rhythm. Her moans grew louder, less inhibited, echoing softly off the bathroom walls.
“Right there… don’t stop,” she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair. Her hips rolled against my mouth, chasing the pleasure. I increased the pace, curling my fingers faster while sucking her clit with just the right pressure.
Addison came with a sharp, beautiful cry, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I continued licking her gently through the orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping my name.
When the waves finally subsided, I stood up, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. She tasted herself on my tongue and moaned softly into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck.
“That was… incredible,” she whispered breathlessly, still shuddering.
I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the moment. “And we’re just getting started,” I murmured against her lips. “My favorite hotel is only a few blocks from here. Private. Luxurious. No interruptions.”
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my thumb tracing her swollen lower lip. “Let me take you there. I want you spread out on clean sheets where I can take my time with every inch of this beautiful body.”
Addison’s eyes darkened with fresh desire. She nodded, pressing one more lingering kiss to my mouth. “Yes. Take me there, Owen.”
We quickly straightened our clothes, sharing heated glances and soft touches as we slipped out of the bathroom. The fire between us burned hotter than ever as we left the lounge hand in hand, heading into the night toward the nearby luxury hotel.