Thing is, back in the day, I’d known. I’d known we belonged together. Not just until grad, but for the long haul. We were just, as the old folks say, meant for each other. But like anything partnership-related, it takes two.
“Rush?”
She utters my name all sleepy and sexy and turns over, drapes herself across my chest and groin, snuggles in tight. My cock lifts against her thigh and instantly, she lowers her leg and wraps her hand around my shaft.
I forget everything, even my name—Joe? Darrell? Bob?—as she begins to stroke me off. At first it’s just light, sensual petting, Easy Like Sunday Morning kinda thing, but as I pump into her hand, and as the head of my dick sports a few drops of come, she tightens her hold.
Her head is tucked into my neck, and as she works me over, she bites and laps at my skin.
“Tongue tracers,” she whispers, licking down my neck and over my collarbone as she jacks me.
“What?” I manage to kick out.
“Your ink,” she says, moving farther, running her tongue around my nipple.
Shit, if she’s going to be using her mouth that way I need to get that thing pierced, like yesterday.
Speaking of using her mouth…I groan as her head snakes down over my belly and lands dead center. My cock is throbbing in anticipation. It loves her hand, needs her pussy. But right now, it wants her mouth.
She looks up at me, her lips resting on the head of my prick.
“Fuck, I hope you’re thirsty, baby.”
“Parched beyond reason, Rush.” She grins, then sticks out her pretty pink tongue and licks into the slit.
I groan. “You remember how much I come?”
She nods, her eyes bright and excited, like it’s fucking Christmas morning.
I thrust gently toward her. “Every drop then, Addison.”
Her nipples bead as she nods again. Then her head drops and she sucks me deep, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I curse, loud and guttural, going momentarily blind. Shit, her mouth is hot and wet. Then she retreats, her lips just covering the head now. Her eyes lift to mine and they shine with sexual power.
Go to it, baby, I want to say. Take whatever you want, however you want it. But my voice is lost. Gone on a voyage far, far away.
She pushes her lips all the way over the head now, slowly working her way to the root. And when she gets there—what does she do? Grab my fucking ball sack. Come beads at the tip of my dick and she licks it right up, moaning when there’s nothing left.
As she gently massages my testicles, she works her tongue up and down my shaft, Popsicle-style, then drops her head and sucks me deep. I thread my fingers in her hair and start pumping into her mouth. That really gets her going. She moans and closes her eyes and rubs her gorgeous tits against my thigh. Breathing hard, my gut clenching, my gaze lands on her upper back, the artwork I put on her—my brand—and stays there.
I come hard, my balls pulling up, my dick swelling. I know it’s a river I’m pumping into her, but she drinks me down like I’m the best goddamn thing she’s ever tasted.
And maybe I am. Because to me, she’s the best I’ve ever had. The only thing I want.
As I keep thrusting, slower and slower, she eases back and starts licking me clean, tending to me all sweet and shit. After going all night, I swear to god I should be soft and done, but it’s Addison. She’s my candy, my addiction. My dick stays hard for her. It knows her. It wants her. Again and again.
I reach down and grab her under the shoulder blades. I lift her up, then slowly, inch by inch, place her down on my shaft. Her honey walls instantly curl around me, cream around me.
I watch her as she rides me, as her fingers dig into my chest—as her goddamn eyes cling to mine. Right now, I’m not clear. Right now, my heart is having trouble knowing the difference between sex and love. And that’s got to be because with Addison there is no difference.
When she starts to really pick up speed and my hands grope at her perfect ass, I close my eyes and swallow the words that are fighting to get out of my mouth.
I love you too, Ads.
Never stopped.
Her walls clench around me.
Never want to stop.
Addison
Lisa: WTF, Addy! Where are u?
Me: W/rush. What’s wrong?
Lisa: I’ve been trying 2 reach you!
Me: Sry! Phone off.
Lisa: It’s OK. Just worried abt u.
Me: I’m fine. Sore & fine:)
Lisa: Gross.
Me: Heh heh.
Lisa: When I didn’t hear from u I got freaked, went 2 that tattoo parlor.
Me: ?!?!?
Lisa: I tried 2 find out where rush lives, but that asshole vincent wouldn’t give it up.
Me: Oh, hon, I’m sorry. I told u I’d prob B out all night.
Lisa: He was a real dick 2 me. Said some things…
Me: What did he say?
Lisa: When r u coming bk 2 the hotel? I really need 2 talk 2 u.
Me: WTF did he say, Lis???
Lisa: Just come, ok?
Me: K. I’ll b there in 1 hr.
I look up. Rush is staring at me, all gorgeous and heavy-lidded and tousled hair, and wearing only his ink and a pair of black sweats that hang appetizingly on his hips. We’re sitting on top of his sleek wood table outside on his massive deck. The sun is shining and a killer breeze is rolling off the desert. There’s a bunch of food laid out between us: bagels and cream cheese and fruit. And right before I got Lisa’s text, Rush was mentioning something about spreading that cream cheese on my stomach instead of his bagel.
I inhale deeply. I wish—really, really wish—I could pretend I didn’t pick up my phone to check messages, stay in Rush & Addy Land all day. But my friend needs me, and we’re supposed be driving back to L.A. in a few hours.
Rush lifts one eyebrow at me and my skin heats up instantly. The guy’s just walking, talking, breathing sex.
“Your friend okay?” he asks.
I pick a grape from the bunch and roll it between my fingers. “I don’t know. Something’s wrong. She went to Wicked Ink last night.”
“Why?” His brows draw together.
Jesus, even a confused frown on him is hot. Everything he does, every look, every word, I just melt. How the hell am I going to leave here, leave him, and go back to my life?
My vanilla life.
“She’s worried about me,” I say.
“She think I abducted you?”
His green eyes flash with equal parts heat and amusement. I die. Or sigh. Or both.
“Something like that.” I pop the grape in my mouth, and when the juice bursts inside me, all I can think about is us, Rush and me and what we have together. What’s happened between us in the past twenty-four hours. How we’ve fallen back into it, into each other. And it’s like no time has passed. We joke and touch and tease so damn easy.