10. Addie
Chapter 10
Addie
T he next few days fly by as I contemplate what to do. I ended up messaging my father to let him know I needed to think things through. He was very understanding in his response. He told me to take my time and that he wasn’t going anywhere. I have to admit, that did tug at my heart just a little. I can’t describe how it feels to have a parent tell you they’ll be there for you when you’ve never had that before. Still, I don’t want to get my hopes up too much. This whole thing might lead to an actual relationship with my dad, or it could lead nowhere.
Thrash and I have fallen into a bit of a routine. He comes over in the evenings, or I go to his place, and we spend hours just hanging out together. We have movie marathons, go out to dinner, cook at each other’s places... It’s great, really.
We’ve yet to have sex again, but the tension is building between us. I think we’ve both agreed to take things slow, to focus on nurturing the relationship and not just the physical stuff. I know that’s because of me and my hangups, but it’s made me trust him so much more to know that he’s not in this just for sex.
He’s in it for me.
Tonight we’re at my place, and he’s cooking. He’s wearing an apron that says If you can’t take the heat, stay out the kitchen , and it’s got a little chili pepper with a chef’s hat on it.
It’s cute, but what’s even cuter is the fact that he has no shirt on under it. His muscles ripple with every move, tattoos fully on display, and I can’t stop staring at him. I’m sitting at the counter, watching as he cooks. The smell of onions and garlic fills the air, and I’m all of a sudden starving, but in more ways than one. I bite my lip as I watch him, trying not to think about all the naughty things I want him to do to me.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk as he catches me ogling.
“Definitely,” I reply without hesitation. I’m not afraid of admitting how he makes me feel any more. I’ve decided to be honest with him, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“Good,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Because I like what I see, too.”
I smile, feeling a blush creep over my cheeks. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say how attracted to me he is. It might have been hard to accept in the beginning, but it’s getting easier now.
We eat and enjoy each other’s company. Afterward, we snuggle on the couch, watching an episode of What We Do in the Shadows. It’s the perfect way to spend a Friday night, just the two of us, in our own little world.
But the feeling of his body pressed against mine has me on fire. I can’t stand it anymore. I want him. I need him.
He looks down at me, his eyes full of desire. “You sure, baby girl?” he asks. He knows me so well at this point that he can read my mind. I didn’t have to say a word. I didn’t even need to give him a look. He can just sense my desire.
“Absolutely,” I say.
He kisses me, and I feel the passion between us ignite. The kiss deepens as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I’m lost in the sensation of his lips on mine, the way his tongue sweeps over mine.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you these past few weeks,” he growls, his voice low and husky. It sends shivers down my spine.
“How bad?”
“So fucking bad, baby girl. Every goddamn night. All I’ve thought about is the way you felt wrapped around my dick. You’ve ruined every fantasy I’ve ever had before I fucked you because no woman has ever compared to you, and no woman ever will. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you. No one else even comes close.” He kisses me again. “You, your curves, your mind, the way you laugh... You’re all I want. Ever.”
I moan, the sound coming from deep within me. “Then take me,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
He smiles and easily scoops me up, carrying me to the bedroom and laying me down gently on the bed before he stands. He’s only wearing gray sweatpants, and I can already see how eager he is for me. I lick my lips. I can’t tear my eyes away.
He sees where I’m looking and says, “Go ahead then.”
I crawl to the edge of the bed. He steps closer and slips the sweats down over his hips. They fall to the floor, and he kicks them off. His cock springs free, bobbing in front of my face. My mouth actually waters as I look at it, and I lick my lips. I take him in my hand and stroke him, loving how he feels. His skin is soft and warm and velvety. I run my thumb over the tip, spreading the precum around, and he groans. His hand goes to my hair as he tugs on it, not enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know he’s enjoying this. I lean in and lick the tip, savoring the salty taste of him. He groans again and thrusts his hips forward as I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he moans. His fingers tighten in my hair and he holds me in place as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth. I take him as deep as I can, gagging a little when he hits the back of my throat. “Just like that, baby girl. Swallow my fucking cock.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel wetness pooling between my thighs. I moan around him, and his hips jerk forward as he thrusts into my mouth harder. I gag again, but I don’t care. I want him to use me, to take his pleasure from me. I want him to fill me up and make me his. “I’m gonna come,” he growls. “You want that, don’t you, baby girl? You want to swallow it all up, don’t you?”
I nod as best I can with my mouth full of him. I do want it. I want everything he can give me. I want him to use me until he has nothing left. His thrusts become erratic and he grunts as he spills himself into my throat. I swallow every drop, licking him clean as he pulls out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ve never had head like that before. You’re so fucking perfect. Too perfect.”
“I guess maybe I got carried away. Now I don’t even get to enjoy you fucking me,” I say with a playful pouty lip.
“Nah, I’m still gonna do that. Just give me a few minutes.”
“Well, whatever will we do to pass the time,” I ask, shimmying out of my leggings and panties.
He climbs onto the bed, roughly pushing me back until I’m on my back, spreading my legs wide. His mouth goes straight to my pussy, licking and sucking my clit until I’m writhing beneath him. His tongue is magical, and I can’t get enough of it. I grab a fistful of his hair, holding him in place as he devours me. He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I swear I start to see stars.
I lie here panting, clinging to him, fighting to catch my breath, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, licking and sucking and teasing me until I’m a trembling mess. I don’t know how many times I come, but I know it’s more than once. I’m nearly aching by the time he finally pulls away. I look down to see him grinning, his beard wet.
He swipes a hand over it, cleaning himself off before crawling up beside me and kissing me tenderly. I reach down between us, stroking his cock, finding it’s already hard for me again. I’m still sensitive from the orgasms he’s blessed me with, but I need him inside me. Now.
I guide him to my entrance and he slides in with one long, smooth thrust, bottoming out inside me as he gently grasps my throat, putting just the right amount of pressure.
I gasp as he lets go, arching my back as he fills me completely. He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck “You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers, his lips dragging along my jaw as he speaks. He begins to move, slowly at first, and I watch his face. His eyes close as he relishes the way our bodies feel together. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. “Mm, that’s it,” he whispers. “Take it all, baby.” He thrusts into me harder and faster, his hips slapping against me with each stroke. The sound of our bodies coming together is music to my ears, and I can feel another orgasm building.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, digging my nails into his back.
“Never,” he promises, pounding into me. He’s so deep inside me, hitting all the right spots. I’m lost in the sensation of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. He’s everywhere and I never want it to end.
I cry out as I come again, this time even more intense than before. I’m shaking, my entire body trembling as he continues to fuck me through it. He doesn’t stop until he’s reached his own climax, and he comes with a loud, sexy grunt that nearly throws me into another orgasm, his hips jerking as he spills himself inside me. We both collapse, breathing heavily.
“Fuck, baby,” he says and kisses me. “I didn’t even get to enjoy these perfect tits this time.” His hand grabs one, gently massaging it.
I look down and realize I still have my shirt on.
I grin as I pull it off and undo my bra, tossing them both aside.
“There they are,” he says as the corner of his mouth turns up in a devilish grin. He bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it. I moan as he flicks it with his tongue before moving to the other one. “Your body is so fucking perfect,” he says, and the way he says it makes me want to melt into a puddle. I’ve never had a man so in love with my curves like this before.
He keeps kissing my body, moving down my stomach. I’m so sensitive that every touch is almost too much, but at the same time, I don’t want him to stop.
He moves back up my torso and brushes his lips softly against mine. His tongue slides into my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, wanting to feel him against me.
“I love you,” he says when he pulls back. “So fucking much, baby girl.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” I tell him. “More than anything.”
He smiles and, says, “You trying to get me going again already?”
“I would never,” I tease and he kisses me again.
We lay here together, just holding each other and enjoying the feel of our naked bodies pressed against one another. It’s perfect and I never want to move. I could stay like this forever. Just the two of us in our own little world where nothing else matters.
But there are other things that matter. Things that might change my life forever.
“I’m going to meet him,” I say. “I don’t want to fool around with messages or phone conversation. I need to see him face to face. I need to know who my father is. What he’s like. What kind of man he is.”
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Yeah. Will you go with me?”
“Whatever you need, I’m there,” he says and pulls me tight against him, and I realize that even if things go south with my father, I feel like I might have found the one place I belong.
With Noah.