Chapter Ten #2
“You did that, and you’re still in my bedroom.”
Fuck! I am. She folded her arms, but he was standing so close she brushed up against his chest. When he closed the gap between them, she was forced to drop her arms to her sides.
She lifted her chin. “You hate me, remember?”
The corner of his mouth curled. Was that confirmation or denial? He leaned closer, and she froze. His breath washed over her cheek, and his tone sent heat through her blood. “You ever hate fuck before?”
She assumed it was a version of make-up sex. That she’d done. Probably some of the best sex she’d ever had.
“Never.” There was only a fraction of space separating them.
“You want to.” His tone was taunting.
It wasn’t a question, but she had an answer. Yes!
Am I really going to do this?
Cross skimmed the back of his hand over her stomach. Her nipples beaded, and goosebumps spread across her flesh.
Hell yeah, I am.
Addison spread her hands on his chest, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, his tongue spearing between her lips. It was like going zero to a hundred.
They were only a few feet from the bed, but that wasn’t where he was leading her. The room wasn’t huge, but it was decent sized and had a large open space between the furniture.
He broke from the kiss, guiding her down to the couch.
Addison scooted back, only to have Cross grasp her ankles and yank her toward him.
Her back flattened against the couch and he dropped to his knees on the floor, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her skirt.
This was all moving so fast. But I’m not complaining.
He looped his fingers through her panties and pulled them down her legs, flinging them onto his bed.
She expected him to get up, but Cross grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs apart, and dove face first into her pussy.
Oh God! Addison gasped and jerked her hips.
She wasn’t trying to stop him but hadn’t expected this.
His tongue swirled over her clit in a feathering tease.
She slowly sunk into the cushion, closing her eyes and resting her head back.
Addison scraped her nails down the couch, swiveling her hips in rhythm with his mouth.
It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and even longer since one had gone down on her.
She hadn’t missed this part as much as sex.
Most of her partners couldn’t get it right, and she’d been forced to fake an orgasm just to end it.
That wasn’t going to be a problem with Cross.
God, this man and his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing.
She was on the brink of an orgasm, and her breath labored.
Her moan echoed through the room and just as she was about to come, he pulled away.
What the… She blinked her eyes open, trying to level her breathing.
“Flip over.”
She slowly sat up as he stood, unbuckling his jeans. Addison turned over, grasping her hands on the back of the couch with her knees pressing into the cushion. She was completely exposed with her skirt wrapped around her waist. His knuckles dragged over the back of her thighs and she moaned softly.
“I like this view.” His deep graveled tone had her blood on fire.
She heard the crinkling wrapper and glanced up to the wall in front of her.
There was a large glass picture frame. She didn’t even take note of the photo itself.
Her sole focus was on his reflection. His head was bowed as her gaze traveled over his chest and arms. He hadn’t bothered taking his cut or shirt off. That’s a shame.
When he looked up, they locked eyes. His lips spread in a small smile, and he grabbed her hips. She felt his cock line up against her pussy, and within seconds, he was inside her. She dropped her head back and moaned as his fingers dug into her skin in a sharp bite.
Maybe it was her lack of sex in the last few years, or possibly, Cross was larger than most men.
But she felt him everywhere. He slid in and out in a precise, even motion.
She angled her head to the side, and his lips came over hers.
She’d always been a fan of kissing, but he was addictive.
His tongue caressed over hers as he fucked her, mimicking with his tongue what he was doing with his cock.
His tempo picked up, thrusting harder. Right there.
She matched his moves, driving her ass out, riding his cock.
She broke away from the kiss, needing a breath.
Cross shot out his arm to the back of the couch.
He covered his palm over her hand and threaded their fingers together.
Hand holding during hate fucking was unexpected. But I like it.
Cross looped his arm around her waist and his chest flattened over her back, sinking deeper. Addison clamped her lips fighting against her urge to moan. Cross didn’t hold back.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He groaned, his heavy breath fanning over her cheek.
Yes, I am.
He tightened his hold over her hand and she rocked her hips. I’m so close.
“Yeah?” His graveled voice was low, a deep raw whisper.
She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. But I’m not lying.
“So close, Cross.”
“Give me your mouth,” he ground out, and she immediately followed his demand, angling her head. She gasped against his lips when she felt the onset of her orgasm. Between the kiss, his touch, and fucking her, she came hard, moaning into his mouth.
Seconds later, his groan echoed off the walls. Addison dropped her chin to her chest, trying to regain control of her breathing. It seemed Cross was doing the same.
He remained locked inside her briefly with only the sound of their panting in the background. Cross loosened his grip on her hand, released her stomach and straightened, slowly pulling out.
And now for the awkward aftermath.
He lowered her skirt to cover her ass and she heard his footsteps retreating. Addison still hadn’t found the courage to turn around.
When the bathroom door shut, she instantly got up and leaned across his bed, grabbing her panties.
She quickly put them on and adjusted her skirt.
She raked her hands through her hair and straightened her shirt.
Her heart was still beating fast, and she hadn’t fully regained control of her breathing.
She’d never had sex like that. I need to hate-fuck more.
When the door opened, Cross walked out, snapping the button on his jeans.
Now what? He hadn’t said a word or made eye contact. She wasn’t fluent in the aftermath of one night stand hate fucking, but surely there was some interaction.
“You head out. I’ll come find you.”
Find me? What the hell did that mean?
It means he doesn’t want to be seen leaving his room with you.
She clenched her jaw and fought against the heat rising in her chest. Addison hadn’t expected any grandiose gentlemanly gesture, and she didn’t think this was anything more than one and done, but still?
She gave a sharp nod, and walked to the door.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Her hand stilled on the doorknob. Addison was getting an array of mixed signals from this man.
He didn’t want to be seen with her, but he’d come find her in a few minutes?
Her mind was going in a hundred different directions.
She needed some type of clarity, and she wouldn’t find it with him right now.
“I’ll be at the bar.” She opened the door and walked out.
*
Addison tapped her fingers on the bar in the corner.
Waiting. Not for Cross. She wasn’t sure if it was just so busy, but it felt as though she was being ignored by the prospect making drinks.
To be fair, it was crowded, and she was in the corner with not much room.
But apparently there was enough for one more.
The girl squeezed in between her and another man, knocking into Addison’s arm.
“Getting a drink?” she asked.
Oh great, keg girl.
“Yeah.” Addison smiled and looked across the bar, staring at the guy on the other side.
“Prospects always make the new girls wait longer.” She smiled, though the devilish gleam in her eyes took away from the authenticity.
She waved her hand, spreading the ashes from her cigarette all over the top while gaining the bartender’s attention.
“Tequilla, no ice.” The prospect nodded and grabbed a glass.
“See?”
Oh yeah, I see. Addison was seconds from ditching the bar to go in search of Cleo. She had to have arrived by now. She turned, putting her face to face with keg girl.
“He fucked you on the couch, right?”
Addison stilled. She wasn’t accustomed to confrontation, especially with women. She’d always considered herself a girls’ girl.
“That’s where he fucks all of us.” She hiked her brow. “And I mean” —she scanned the room slowly— “All of us.”
Addison swallowed the knot in her throat. It didn’t come as a shock that Cross had been with other women. Hundreds, if she had to guess. But it wasn’t what she wanted to be thinking about when he’d been inside of her ten minutes ago. Especially the location.
“Something about that man and his bed. He doesn’t let anyone in it.”
She took a drag of her cigarette and intentionally blew the smoke in Addison’s face, smirking.
“I don’t want you to get any ideas that you’re special or something.
’Cause you’re not. You may have been the first he fucked tonight, but” —the gleam in her eyes told Addison everything she needed to know as to how she’d finish— “you won’t be the last.”