A slow, sultry, grin spreads across his beautiful face; the slight scruff from the day beginning to cast a rugged shadow along his tanned, chiseled jaw. As he stalks toward me pulling his T-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, my stomach starts doing somersaults – Space Mountain has nothing on this guy.
“Your wish is my command, baby.”
He holds my gaze as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, along with his boxer shorts. He kicks off his shoes and socks, and steps out of everything else in one swift movement. He stands, confidently, in the middle of his living room, with a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the New York skyline; his dick hard as steel as he lets me take my fill, my eyes moving greedily over his body. He has a few tattoos that I’ve never really had the chance to examine. Against his tanned skin, the black ink is ridiculously sexy. I caught a glimpse in our previous encounters, but I was a little… preoccupied. There is some sort of tribal artwork covering his left shoulder, encroaching onto his defined chest and down his arm to his elbow. I love tattoos on a guy - who doesn’t? But on him they’re… breathtaking. I want to caress every stunning line with my fingers, before trailing my tongue along each intricate twist and turn of the ink. As I devour the rest of his delicious body, I come to his second tattoo… holy fucking mother of god! This one, I didn’t notice before… and it is mouth-wateringly hot. It runs between his V muscles. Two lines of writing – not in English, so I have no idea what they say, but they look beyond amazing on his taut, toned skin. Some of the text is blocked by his raging erection, ready and waiting for me.
He spreads his arms wide. “Do with me as you please, Addison. I’m all yours.” My panties are soaked at the sight of him. The way he is so at ease with his body, at ease with being naked, is such a huge turn on for me. He knows how amazing he looks and he’s not ashamed to show it.
“Oh, I know, hot shot, and boy do I have plans for you, but first… undress me.” His dick twitches at my words and he closes the gap between us.
He doesn’t speak; holding my gaze as he lifts my arms above my head, trailing his fingers from the palms of my hands, down my arms, over my sides until he reaches the hem of my silk camisole top. His fingers glide under the edges, his knuckles skimming my naked flesh as he pulls it up and over my head, before dropping it to the floor. A shiver runs through me with the intensity of his smoldering eyes. My breath hitches as he lowers himself onto his knees; fuck, this one hot sight to behold. He rains feather-light kisses down my stomach while making short work of unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, along with my panties. He gently places my hand on his shoulder so that I don’t lose balance while he lifts each foot in turn, removing my pumps, sliding my jeans and panties off, and running his hand up the inside of my leg until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I know I’m wet - so ready for him, and tonight… I feel a little shy at him knowing just how much he affects me.
“Dio mio, [Oh my God] Addi. You are so fucking wet, baby.” He removes his hand before grasping my ass and pulling my pussy into his face. My stomach comes alive as he takes a deep breath, drinking in the scent of my arousal before flicking his tongue over my swollen, throbbing clit.
“Più dolce il nettare degli dei. So fucking sweet.” [Sweeter than the nectar of the Gods.]
I have no idea what he just said, but it has my legs buckling underneath me. Carter steadies me as he lifts himself up off the floor, his dick grazing my skin as he pulls our bodies together. His hands move around to the front-fastening catch on my bra; his fingers making short work of it before it springs open, unleashing my now heavy breasts. His mouth claims my nipple, sucking it, teasing it to a pebbled point with his tongue as his hand encompasses my other breast; squeezing it, rolling his fingers over the nipple and pinching it to the brink of pain – a delicious, pleasurable agony. I’m panting and moaning, when he pulls away completely; returning to his stance in front of me, standing proud as his cock twitches in anticipation.
“You’re in the driver’s seat tonight, Addison. Tell me what to do.” OH… MY… GOD. I got so caught up in him that I forgot all my rules about taking charge. As much as I hate to admit it – I love the feeling of being at this man’s mercy; but tonight, I need to assert some sort of control, or I know I’ll find myself running out of here in the morning, when I want to be nestled in his arms.
“I want you to move over to the windows so I can get a proper look at your body before I lick every last bit of it.” I love the excitement dancing in his eyes.
He can’t help but keep some level of control as he takes my hand and leads me over into the moonlight streaming though the wall of windows. “Good enough for you to get a proper look?” His gaze shifts from playful to a dark and exciting lust that sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my body. I feel a slight tremble in my hands as I place them on his chest, and he covers them with his own.
“Don’t be nervous, Tesoro. I am gladly giving you the reins tonight. Whatever you want… or don’t want… you decide. I will do anything you ask of me, Addi.” His sincerity slays me, cutting through my bullshit issues - speaking directly to my deepest fears when it comes to him. A sense of calm washes over me, my focus now solely on the pleasure I want to give and take from his body.
When he releases my hands, I let them roam, let them feel, let them leisurely explore - each firm, tight muscle rippling under my fingertips, intoxicating me, fanning the flames of desire stirring inside of me. His skin is soft and firm at the same time. It’s the perfect combination. He has a light dusting of hair covering his chest and as I press my lips against him, it tickles my nose. I inhale his gorgeous masculine scent; the fresh smell of his body wash mixed with cologne, it’s a heady assault on the senses. An almost silent groan escapes his lips and it’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss and lick my way down his chest, snaking my way around him as if we’re on the dance floor.
When I reach his lower tattoo, I follow the lines of it with my tongue, the intricate words winding their way across his skin. I’m on my knees in front of him, and yet I’m confident I have the power as I watch him staring down at me. Tracing each word with my fingertips, I have to ask.
“What does this mean?” I try to spell it out, but my pronunciation is awful. It’s written in two lines, from one hip to the other. “Combatti per ciò che si ama. Proteggere o morire.” His body stiffens under my ministrations.
“I’ll tell you some other time.”
Before he has the chance to say anything else, I form a fist around the base of his thick shaft, licking the drop of pre-come beading on the crest of his magnificent cock. His guttural response is such a turn on. I tilt my head to let him watch as I lick his come from my lip. “Mmmmm… you taste… delicious.” I begin to move up and down the length of him, taking him as deep as I can, moving my hand up and down, feeling his veins pulse against me. He drops his head to his chest, fisting his hands in my hair.
“Cazzo. [Fuck] Holy shit, Addi. Don’t fucking stop.” I love the desperation in his voice as I continue to work him, circling my tongue around his thick length, flicking the tip on every upward thrust. When I feel his release building, the pulsing and throbbing of his cock in my mouth, I pull away ever so slightly.
“Fuck my mouth, Carter, take what you need.” I graze his tip with my teeth as I take him back into my mouth, eliciting a roar so feral it causes my pussy to clench in response. His hands are tight in my hair, almost painful as he holds my head in place, pumping his dick in and out, his eyes fixed on where our bodies connect. I look up at him through hooded lids as he begins to increase his pace, thrusting faster and deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. I gently cup his balls in one hand as the other continues to fist around him.
“I’m so close, Addi. You feel so fucking good.” He lets his grip on me loosen, but I take him deeper, sucking him harder, forcing him to climax in my mouth. When his fists tighten, I know he’s close and as soon as he feels the vibrations of my satisfied moan on hi
s cock, I’m rewarded with a warm spurt of come hitting the back of my throat. I continue to milk his release from him, savoring every last drop as he shouts my name, over and over again. It is the sexiest thing I have ever heard.
Within seconds of releasing his still hard cock, I find myself thrown over his shoulder as he strides toward the bedroom. The view of his ass is perfection; I just want to take a bite out of it. I get the feeling Carter isn’t used to giving up control when it comes to his lovers, and I’m sensing some unease as he drops me down onto his bed - he’s struggling to suppress his desire to take over.
“So… Addison. What’s next on the menu? Please tell me it involves me ravishing you. After what you just did, all I can think about is licking your divine little pussy.” It’s clear to me that I’m not really in control right now, but it’s too good an offer to refuse. I crawl up the bed and raise myself onto my knees.
“Lie down on the bed. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you’re a good boy.” He complies with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrow.
I straddle him, my pussy ghosting a touch against his hardening cock before moving up his body. His chest hair tickles my folds as I make my way higher and higher until his grin is splitting his face in anticipation. “I’m going to sit on your face now, and you’re going to love every second of it. Tell me how badly you want to taste me, Carter.” A surge of power and confidence courses through me.
“You have no idea how badly I want to lick you, suck you, drive you wild, and please you beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.”
I grab the intricately carved headboard as I position myself above him, before lowering just enough for his tongue to reach my pussy. The first flick is… phenomenal. Holy Mother of all that is good and pure! He grabs my ass and pulls me down so I’m pressed hard against his mouth. The little satisfied hum that escapes as he laps at my folds sends liquid fire through my veins, making me so hot for him I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t come soon. I ride his face, fucking his mouth, hard and fast; his scruff only heightening my pleasure as it rubs against my most sensitive area.
“God… Carter… holy fuck… I’m gonna come, baby… please… oh shit, please…” A wave of ecstasy washes over my body, radiating from my core and out through my fingers and toes, my entire body convulsing against his face as he continues his ministrations. As one wave subsides, another builds and crashes over me with the same intensity as the first. When I think I can’t take anymore, he holds me in place and begins all over again, tracing shapes on my swollen, soaked pussy, until I’m blinded by the pleasure he tears from my body, over and over and over again. When he finally lets go of my thighs, I collapse onto the bed beside him, my breathing labored and erratic.
“God, baby. I could do that all night; you taste so fucking good.” In seconds, I’m underneath him, his hard, muscled body straddling my own. “Are you ready to let me take the lead now?” I think he’s trying to kill me. I can take any more orgasms right now, and I tell him that! He gives me a mischievous look before kissing and nibbling my neck. “Trust me, baby. You can take more. I’ll be gentle, but I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” True to his word, he gently works my body, kissing every single inch of me, head to toe; massaging my arms, legs, and back. All the while whispering sweet words of worship - some of them English, some of them Italian, and when he finally makes his way up my stomach to my chest, I’m ready for him to fill me; ready to feel his hard, thick cock ride me to a mind-altering climax.
He reads my mind as I lay back and enjoy his attention. “Now you’re ready for me. Tell me you want me, Addi. Tell me I’m the only one that can give you what you need.” His voice is husky and dripping with desire.
“You know I want you. You are the only man that can give me what I need… hot shot.” I wanted to call him so many names of endearment, but self-preservation won out. I see fleeting disappointment cross his face before desire clouds all other emotion. He rolls on a condom and lines himself up at my entrance, his throbbing tip, teasing my pussy as I try to take him deeper.
“Patience, Addison. I want to savor you. You’re always in such a hurry, always running away from me. Let it happen, Tesoro – è inevitabile come le maree.” [it is as inevitable as the tides] With that he slowly eases inside me.
The cry from my chest is something I’ve never heard before- a satisfied groan that speaks of true contentment as he gradually thrusts every rock-hard inch inside me, stretching me, filling me. When he finally sinks in to the hilt, he lets out a roar that has me on the verge of climax.
He takes his time, rocking in and out of me, all the while, his eyes locked on mine, stripping away all the bullshit between us, leaving only the phenomenal connection we share when we’re together. He doesn’t pick up the pace, or chase his release; working us slowly toward the most intense euphoria of my life; screaming his name as mine pours from his lips in a litany of worship.
CARTER
Four Weeks Later
So many questions are running through my mind right now. I’ve spent two nights with Addi in the past three weeks, and I have the worst case of blue balls known to man.
The night of our first date, something real started between us. The connection we share is primal, explosive, quite possibly caustic, and out of this world fucking amazing. We agreed to take it slow, get to know each other, give whatever this is a try, and for the first week I had her all to myself. Xander and Lily were in London, by all accounts, having a blast, and I got unfettered access to Addi without the added pressure of our best friends analyzing us. We met up for dinner on Tuesday, which turned into me taking her quick and hard in the restroom, before skipping dessert and eating her all the night. It was fucking amazing.
We took a trip up to the Hamptons for a long weekend. I know I said I would never take a girl up there, but fuck if she doesn’t make me break all my own rules. I don’t think we wore clothes for more than half an hour the entire time we were there. We didn’t even make it out of the door to eat; I ordered in every meal and ate most of them off her smokin’ hot body. The sex was out of this world phenomenal, and the rare moments that we spent talking to each other were wonderful. Addi has a warmth and a depth to her that is so endearing, and breathtaking to witness. It’s not often that she lets her guard down like that, but it’s fucking beautiful when it happens. Those moments are worth dealing with her bullshit; trying to keep me at arm’s length, and picking fights when she gets close to expressing a deeper feeling than an overwhelming desire to ride my cock.
I want to try and have a relationship with her, but I don’t know how to do that. I’ve never had a “relationship” with a woman, and she is in a league of her own. Every time we are in the same room together, we can’t last two seconds without ripping each other’s clothes off. It’s fucking awesome; I can’t get enough of her, and the feeling of being inside her… it is so goddamn intense, and addictive, and just fucking… perfect.
When we got back from the Hamptons everything changed. Addi wouldn’t let me walk her up to her apartment, so I dropped her off and headed back to my place, but within the hour her name came up on my cell. I will never forget the sound of her voice…
“Miss me already, sweetheart?” I know I’ve said the wrong thing when I hear her whimper on the other end of the line. In an instant, my heart is hammering in my chest.
“There’s blood, Carter… there’s blood.” Holy fucking shit.
“Addi, baby… you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt? Deep breaths for me… please… Tesoro, you have to slow your breathing and tell me what’s going on.” I am shitting myself right now. This crippling fear is why I’ve steered clear of relationships all my life.
“Lily… gone… blood.” She takes a deep breath and manages to compose herself long enough to speak. “The man that killed her dad escaped from prison last week. They haven’t found him yet. My apartment is trashed and there’s… God, Carter… there’s blood. What if he… shi
t… if anything’s happened to her…” Her panic and terror are killing me. I need to be with her NOW.
“Listen to me, Addi. Don’t touch anything. Call the police. I’m going to call Xander. I’m on my way to you now. I’ll be there in ten minutes, okay?” The line is silent. “Addi? Addi? Are you listening to me?” I can hear her gentle sobs.
“I… I already called Xander.” He must be going out of his fucking mind.
“Right. Just hang tight, baby. I’ll call the police. You just wait there for me.”
“Please hurry, Carter… I… I need you with me.” I don’t want to hang up the phone, but the sooner I do, the sooner I can be with her.
I don’t even remember how I got from my place to her apartment, or making the call to the police. All I know is that I’m standing in the doorway looking in, and what I find before me, rips my fucking heart out. Addi is curled up in the corner of the room, away from the carnage left by Lily’s abductor. She looks tiny with her back to the wall, knees tight to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself, trying to hold it together. I feel like a fourteen-year-old boy again; transported back to the moment I opened that closet door and found Vittoria, helpless and broken. I snap myself back to the present, remembering the vow I made to myself all those years ago and the motto I carry around in ink on my body every day – Fight for what you love. Protect or Die.
It was in that moment, staring at the broken woman before me, that I realized… I’m falling for her. I stayed by her side, comforting her as best I could, until we got word that Xander had found Lily. She was in really bad shape but he got to her in time. It was fucking brutal waiting at the hospital with Addi in pieces and Xander in ruins. He’s like a brother to me, I would do anything for him. Watching him and Addi waiting to hear if the most important person in their life would pull through was fucking torture. I held Addi in my arms for hours; stroking her hair, wiping her tears from her flawless cheeks and offering whatever comfort I could.
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