Sexy Addiction

by Naughty Aphrodite

Having a suspicion that he knew what she was talking about and not wanting to miss out on that, Jason looked up at the clock. “Well, we still have some time before I need to take you to the airport. What is it you wanted to do? It would be a shame for you to leave here with any regrets.”

  Emboldened by the night before, Emma was quick to sink to her knees. She could already see that Jason was semi hard through his jeans and she wasted no time in unzipping his flies and taking out his cock.

  The gasp that he made when she lightly ran her tongue over the tip filled her with desire and delight. With the salty taste of his precum on her lips, Emma took him further into her mouth, enjoying the feel of his cock growing harder as she sucked and licked it.

  “Jesus Emma, keep that up and I’m going to be coming deep in your mouth.”

  Although she really liked the sound of that Emma had a different scenario in mind. “Not yet you’re not. Like you said, it’s a few hours before I need to leave, plenty of time for you to fuck me again.”

  Standing up, Emma kissed Jason hard, her tongue lingering in his mouth so that he could taste himself on her. Already driven wild by the feel of his cock in her mouth Jason growled and pulled Emma’s hair slightly with his hand. His other hand made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt that she was wearing and exposing her naked body to his gaze.

  Seeing him run his eyes hungrily over her body made Emma’s pussy ache with need for him. She arched her back further, her breasts begging him to touch them. Still roughly holding her hair with one hand Jason lightly flicked at Emma’s nipple and Emma immediately groaned in response. She edged back slightly until she felt the back of the wooden table against her thigh. Pulling Jason with her she reached hungrily for his cock.

  “No more teasing Jason. Fuck me now please.”

  Lifting her slightly so that she was sat on the table Jason felt between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. Finding her pussy already dripping wet he wasted no time in plunging his cock deep inside her.

  “Yes, that’s it, that’s what I need.” Emma moaned as Jason started to fuck her. Bracing herself on the table with her arms she used her thighs to squeeze his hips, pulling him further into her. Jason’s hand reached up to tease her nipple again and she cried out as he his cock continued to drive into her.

  “You drive me wild Princess.” Jason moaned at her and Emma’s cunt squeezed tightly around him and her eyelids fluttered as she grew closer to orgasm. Flinging her head back further the only thing that mattered to her at this moment was Jason. The feel of his skin against her, his finger twisting and teasing her nipples and his cock filling her chased all other thoughts out of her mind. She was completely lost in the moment and the feeling of pleasure building and building inside of her. She came suddenly, without any warning. Shuddering against Jason as he buried his face into her hair and came hard inside of her.

  ***

  A few hours later and Jason found himself walking into his empty quiet house. His goodbye with Emma had been tinged with sadness and yet they had both realized that whilst they might never get to have sex with each other again the relationship between them was strong and it would never again go back to how it was before.

  Looking around his clean and tidy house, free of all bottles apart from the remains of one that he’d shared with Emma last night Jason also knew that his life couldn’t go back to how it was before either. Admittedly, he still had some way to go before he was completely over Mattie’s death if he ever got over it at all. But he was determined not to slip back into the ever spiraling darkness. In fact, he’d decided that he would ring his therapist tomorrow so that he could get back to work as soon as he could.

  Placing his keys down onto the side table he was shocked out of his thoughts by the sound of the phone ringing beside him. He looked down at it with slight confusion, most people just rang his mobile, who would ring the house phone? He picked up the receiver and spoke briefly to the person on the other end before softly putting it down again. He spent a few minutes staring at it whilst trying to take in the information he’d just been given. It looked like he wouldn’t need to go back to the therapist yet after all. He was back on duty and needed to pack immediately for North Africa.

  THE END

  Sexy Reunion

  Chapter 1

  KIMBERLY

  Driving in the mountainous paths of Montana is an experience in itself. Passing over steep edges, through forests and plains painted white from the recently fallen snow, seems exotic for a couple living in San Francisco full time. Due to our demanding careers and the preparation of our wedding, we couldn’t make it to Jacob’s family house last year, but now things will be different.

  This is the first Christmas we spend together as a newlywed couple, and I’m excited. Jacob is the man of my life, the only one that captured my attention and still does even after several years of being together in a relationship. I can’t imagine my life away from him, and from the way he acts. Jacobs seems like he can’t imagine his life away from me as well.

  His light brown, thick hair, recently coiffed to an elaborate style, perfectly highlights his deep, chestnut-brown eyes. His neckline continues down to a sturdy set of shoulders that form the start of his broad chest. The longer I look at Jacob, the thirstier I feel.

  Focused on his body, I haven’t noticed that it started snowing. Jacob turns to look at me. “Kim? Is everything alright?” he says.

  I snap from my vivid fantasy and turn my head to face the scenery outside. Soft flakes of snow crowd my vision. It’s beautiful.

  “Yes. Of course, honey. I just got lost in my thoughts,” I reply to him.

  He grins at me before continuing. “What was so important that got you thinking so deeply? I was talking to you for some time now.”

  I do my best suppressing a giggle. I have to get my act together, damn it. He’s my husband; I can have him whenever I want to. And the thought of that makes me even more flushed.

  “I...I was thinking about the time we’ll go for skiing. It’s going to be amazing,” I say to him.

  He turns his head back on the road and nods. “Yeah. You’ll finally visit the legendary ski resort close to my house, the one me and my siblings grew up rolling down the slopes. It’ll be great.”

  He’s so cute when he enthuses over our plans for the future. Jacob is a daddy waiting to happen, and I’m glad he feels the same way I do about babies. I wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of my life with a man that didn’t want to have a big family. Okay, not five-children-and-counting big, but we’re leading a comfortable life. Three children won’t be a problem for us.

  My train of thoughts gets derailed by a sudden surge of the wind that violently shakes our car. I gasp from the sudden movement and grasp Jacob’s strong arm. He’s tense himself. “Are we going to make it to your house before the blizzard catches up on us, Jacob?” I mutter.

  He doesn’t answer to me immediately. “We’re getting close, but I have to slow down. I don’t have a visual on the road ahead and we have to be really careful. It’s still manageable, but it might take us another hour to get there.”

  Jacob is a careful man; he wouldn’t put our lives in danger if he thought we wouldn’t make it before the blizzard got worse. Truth is, we almost canceled our trip to Montana when the weather forecast reported the sudden decline of the weather.

  It was I who insisted on going on this trip. It has been too long since the last time I visited a ski resort and I couldn’t wait till next year. We could have rescheduled for later this winter, but with both of us leading different careers, it’s almost impossible to synchronize our time off. Christmas is our only chance at spending some quality time together and I wouldn’t let a mere blizzard destroy our holidays.

  We’re getting close to an empty space of the highway meant as an emergency stop. Worried about the timeline of our arrival to Jacob’s house, it takes me some time to notice that he’s slowing down significantly.

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  “What’s wrong, Jacob? Is it too late?” I exclaim, full of worry.

  He smiles at me, his eyes warm and full of compassionate care. “No, silly. From my experience, it’ll be another three hours before it’ll be too dangerous to continue. I slowed down because I want to pull over. I noticed a car’s alarm lights flashing on the side of the road. Someone might be in trouble,” he says.

  I calm down regarding the blizzard, but I don’t like that he’s willing to stop in the middle of nowhere to help a stranger. I mean, it’s charming and all, and it wouldn’t be right if anyone got trapped up here when the weather gets worse. But what about all these things we read online? What if this is a trick devised by people meaning to mug us?

  I decide to share my thoughts with him. “Jacob, I don’t like this,” I start.

  He seems puzzled. “Why is that, honey? We’ll just make sure no one is in need of help here.”

  “Yes, but what if this is a trap? What if they’re criminals waiting for gullible people like me and you to fall for their plan?”

  He bursts into a loud laughter, his chest swelling from the intensity. “You surely read a lot of these detective stories, Kim. I’ve told you again, Montana is different than California. People up here don’t have evil-doing in their hearts.”

  “You don’t know that, Jacob. My mother used to say ‘better be safe than sorry’. It’s incidents like this she wanted us to avoid.”

  Jacob stops the car before looking me straight in the eyes. Seeing his strong muscles tense all over his body, it does make me feel a little better.

  “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll drive over there and stop in front of the car. We’ll have a chat and all, and if they need help for real, we offer it to them. If not, we continue in our way. Is that better?” he says.

  I nod amazed by my husband’s nerves of steel. He surely knows how to make me feel safe - and horny.

  ***

  JACOB

  Being married to Kim has its ups and downs. Most of the time, we’re happily married and enjoy the perfect marital life. She makes breakfast to me while in her underwear, and she knows when to stop being intrusive and give me some time off. However, every once in a while, her distrustful composition kicks in, driving me crazy in the process.

  Kim and I met during my time in college. I was studying to become a computer scientist and she was working as a waitress in one of the bars me and my pals frequented. It wasn’t love at first sight, but, our chemistry was soon off the roof, especially in bed.

  Kimberly has an inept talent of knowing what to do to keep me going all night. Combine that with her intelligence and her good manners and you have the perfect wife.

  When, though, she’s acting all weird about people in need of help so close to a blizzard, I’m starting to understand why people say that opposites attract.

  I park next to the stopped car. The figure of a man in a thick jacket pops from inside the car. He heads toward us fast, covering his head with his hood to avoid the cold wind.

  Kimberly grabs my hand before I lower the window. “Jacob! What if he has a gun?” she suddenly says.

  I grunt. “You’re being paranoid, honey. Why would he go so far as to kill two strangers out here, in the open? Murderers choose their victims well, only going after people they know won’t be missed by anyone. Please, relax and let me handle this.”

  She sighs but doesn’t leave my hand. I’m forced to lower the window with the other hand. The whooshing of the wild wind makes it hard to listen to the man’s voice. “Oh my God! Thank you so much for stopping by,” he says.

  “No problem, buddy. Something wrong with your car?” His reaction surprises me - he’s just standing there, not talking for a moment. Kimberly tightens her grip on my hand, passing on some of her worries to me. “Hey. Is everything alright?” I say again.

  “I...I’m sorry. Do I know you?” he suddenly says.

  I freeze. “Maybe. I’m from around these parts. I’m here with my wife, heading to my parents’ house in the next town. They’re expecting us,” I say, my voice trembling, mostly because of the sudden change of temperature.

  I make sure I highlight the last part to make sure he knows we’re not alone - sort of.

  He gasps in surprise. “No way. No fucking way! Jacob, is that you?” he suddenly utters.

  Hearing my name makes me feel dumbstruck for a moment. A positive nod leaves my body.

  “Damn it. It has been a long time, buddy. A long, long time,” he says, reminiscing of a memory that I can’t seem to grasp.

  “I’m sorry for asking you, but can you lower your hood? I have no idea who you are,” I say in distress.

  Maybe it’s Kim’s shaking hand or the fact that from all the people that I could have met, the one in front of me is an old friend.

  He giggles before lowering his hood. “Same old Jacob. Not having a clue what’s going on around him. It’s me, man, Spencer. From high school? Do you remember?”

  Is someone playing a prank to me? “Spencer? From high school?” I repeat, my mind numb from the sudden surge of information.

  The man calling himself Spencer finally lowers his hood to reveal a face with a trimmed stubble. It’s only then that it comes to me. “Shit, man! This is unbelievable,” I say before unlocking the doors to get off.

  Kimberly doesn’t say a thing; she’s more shaken than me.

  We hug for a moment, his heavy jacket covering my thin sweater. I’m shaking, but I’m not sure if it’s from the cold intensifying or...no. It’s the cold; it must be it.

  After our short hug is over, I take a step back and cross my arms looking Spencer up and down. Yes, I’m definitely shaking because of the weather, not because Spencer grew up to be a handsome, fit man, in no way resembling the frail boy of old.

  “What are you doing out here, man? Don’t you know that things are going to get bad tonight?” I say.

  His lips tighten; he nods. “Yes, I know. I just had to buy provisions for the next days and you know me; I’m-”

  “Neglectful. Yeah, I remember. Sorry Spencer, but I can’t take this cold any longer. Would you mind if we got in my car? It’s freezing out here,” I say.

  “Yeah, sure. I’m right behind you,” he says and follows me back to the car.

  A moment later, I introduce him to Kim. “Honey, this is Spencer, a friend from high school. Spencer, this is my wife, Kimberly.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Kim says, distancing herself from the strange man.

  “Likewise. I wish I could say I’ve heard so many things about you, but Jacob here isn’t good at keeping contact. How many years has it been since we last spoke to each other? Four? No, six years,” he continues in a happy-go-merry tone.

  I flush when he brings up the fact that I’ve lost contact with me after I left for college. He chose a community college close to home and I moved all the way to the West Coast. After that, like kind of happened...I think.

  “So, what’s wrong with your car, Spec? Is there anything we can do to help you?” I say to him, trying my best to proceed the conversation.

  “I’m not sure. It suddenly started making a weird sound, and when I stopped to check it out, it died on me. I’m stuck up here for an hour or so. If it weren’t for you, then...I don’t know what would have happened to me,” he replies.

  Kimberly suddenly seems to have warmed up to the idea of helping him. “Oh my God, this is awful. Jacob, can we drive Spencer to his home? We can’t leave him here,” she says.

  I quickly agree with Kim. “Of course we can. You haven’t moved out, right Spencer? Are you still staying at your parents’ place?” He nods. “Then it’s settled. We drive you home and then we continue on our way.”

  Spencer places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “Thank you so much, Jacob. You’re my savior,” he says.

  Only his hand doesn’t leave until I’ve started the engines. Luckily, w
e have plenty of time before the blizzard hits us, certainly enough to help him and then continue on our way.

  Chapter 2

  JACOB

  The drive to Spencer’s house is short, but the tension in the atmosphere stretches it to a distorted, dream-like reality. None of us talk much, and when we do, it’s to share trivial details.

  “So, where are you from?” Spencer asks Kim.

  “California,” she replies, shy as ever. Her initial qualm is long gone. Now, she holds her hands tight, a sign she doesn’t feel comfortable.

  “California, huh? Nice,” Spencer continues, unable to find a subject to help him start a conversation.

  Kimberly suddenly hems to draw my attention. The moment I turn to look at her, she seems irritated with me. It finally hits me that this awkwardness is my fault, one that I’m not in any hurry to mend.