Chapter Seven
We lay tangled together on the carpet for a long while, breathing slowing, bodies slick and satisfied.
I held Addison close, stroking her hair as the adrenaline from our intense encounter gradually faded.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns across my chest, and I could feel her heartbeat slowly returning to normal against me.
Eventually, I helped her to her feet. I wrapped her in a fresh towel, taking my time to pat her skin dry, lingering on the curve of her breasts and the sensitive skin between her thighs. She smiled softly at the gentle care, leaning into my touch.
We moved to the large bed, collapsing onto the soft sheets with lazy smiles. I reached for the phone.
“Breakfast?” I asked.
Addison nodded, curling into my side. “Coffee. Lots of it.”
I ordered a generous spread and pulled her closer while we waited. The conversation was light and easy, with no pressure beyond the moment.
“I didn’t expect last night to turn into this,” she admitted, her fingers tracing my chest. “Confronting them… and then ending up here with you.”
“Same,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “But I’m very glad it happened.”
Room service arrived, and we ate in bed, feeding each other bites between soft kisses. The mood was comfortable, the air still warm with lingering desire.
As we finished the last of the coffee, the heat between us flared again. I set the tray aside and pulled her into a deep kiss. Addison responded eagerly, her hand sliding down to stroke my cock, which was already hardening again.
We didn’t make it far. I rolled her beneath me, entering her in one smooth thrust. She moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I fucked her with deep, steady strokes.
“Fuck, Owen,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back. “You feel so good inside me. So deep.”
I increased the pace, thrusting harder. “You’re so fucking wet,” I groaned. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight.”
Addison’s moans grew louder and more uninhibited. “Harder! Fuck me harder. I want to feel you for days.” Her hips rose to meet mine, her cries filling the room as I slammed into her.
When she got close, I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, thrusting into her from behind. “Yes! Just like that!” she cried out, pushing back against me. “Fuck me like you own me. Jamie could never take your cock like this.”
I spanked her ass sharply, gripping her hair as I pounded into her. “Tell me how much better you are,” I growled.
Addison moaned loudly, her voice breaking with pleasure. “I’m so much better than her. This pussy is tighter. Wetter. She never made you feel like this, did she? Fuck me harder, Owen. Make me scream!”
Her dirty talk pushed me to the edge. I reached around to rub her clit firmly while slamming into her. Addison’s cries grew desperate and loud. “I’m gonna come—fuck, I’m coming so hard!”
She shattered with a loud, shuddering scream, her pussy pulsing violently around my cock. The intense squeezing, combined with her squirting—hot and wet, soaking my cock and the sheets beneath us—sent me over the edge right with her.
“Fuck—Addison!” I groaned, burying myself deep as I erupted inside her, filling her with thick, powerful pulses.
We collapsed onto the sheets, breathing hard. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly as we came down from the high.
“You squirted again,” I murmured, a note of awe in my voice. “Jamie never did that. Not once.”
Addison smiled against my chest, still catching her breath. “Good.”
We lay there for a while longer, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches. There were no grand promises or declarations of the future. Just the understanding that last night—and this morning—had been something special, and that it didn’t have to end here if we didn’t want it to.
Eventually, we got dressed. I walked her to the door and pulled her in for one final, deep kiss.
“Text me when you’re ready for more,” I said against her lips.
“I will,” she replied with a small, satisfied smile.
She left with a sway in her step, and I watched her go, already looking forward to the next time.