by Sienna Parks
“Tesoro.” I continue to tease her, my tongue tracing circles up and down her long, elegant neck. She tastes sublime – like cherries and Addi. It’s like a fucking drug.
I feel her body relax back against my chest, her soft, slight, curves, molding to my unforgiving frame. She’s a perfect fit, and the realization disturbs me – this is the best I’ve felt, and the most content I’ve been since I woke up alone last Saturday.
I run the back of my hands slowly down her cheek, skimming her neck as I trail my fingers down her body, teasing the side of her breasts as I make my way down to her hips. She feels fucking amazing.
I’m rock-solid already, and pissed off at the same time. Being a petty prick, I decide to woo her in Italian, whispering sweet nothings to make her melt. It works every time.
“Il formaggio è nel frigo.” Her badass bravado is nowhere to be seen as she relinquishes her body; languid and ready for me to do as I fucking well please. I can see it in her eyes as I spin her around; she’s desperate for me to fuck her. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction so easily. We’re going to have some fun tonight.
Her breath is shallow, her heartbeat racing as I pull her flush to my chest and lift her chin, dipping my mouth to capture hers before she can protest. Fucking hell, she tastes good; her tongue stroking mine, making my cock twitch at the thought of her talented little mouth laving it with undivided attention.
She gives me everything she has in this one unguarded kiss, and as much as I want to lose myself in it, in her, I can’t help but feel like a bit of a dick for winning her over with my smooth Italian whispering “The cheese is in the fridge” in her ear. It was a prick move that I usually reserve for the annoyingly dumb girls, but Addi isn’t like that. I might not know her very well, but she is sharp as a fucking tack.
I push my guilt aside and give this kiss everything I’ve got. Her lips and tongue move in perfect symmetry with my own. This is not how I expected to feel when I saw her tonight. I wanted to make her regret putting a dent in my ego, to make her want me, and then leave her hanging.
The reaction she sparks inside me in the middle of my own club is some fucking primitive caveman shit. I want to drag her by the hair into my cave and fuck her into submission. I want her – more than I have ever wanted a woman in my life. She is going to beg for more when I’m done with her.
I pull back before literally taking her right here on the bar for all to see. The sight of her panting, her full lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss…is so fucking satisfying, and absolutely stunning.
I grab some more drinks and lead her over to one of the sofas, guiding her with my hand on the small of her back, and even this contact has me buzzing all over. Okay, maybe I won’t mess with her too much; I certainly won’t leave her hanging. I will be fucking her tonight and getting her the hell out of my system for good.
Sparks fly as the tension rises, every word from our lips a form of foreplay, teasing each other with a promise of what’s to come, but the spell is swiftly broken when Addi diverts her attention to someone behind me.
“You didn’t tell me this was the friend you were talking about, Xander.” She seems a little pissed.
“I thought you already knew, I mean, you guys have slept together, right?” His feigned innocence is fucking priceless – prick. He knows I don’t tell women I sleep with that I own this place. Addi seeks refuge, pressing her face to my chest. I didn’t take her for the shy type, but she seems to be surprising me in more ways than one tonight.
“Shut up, man. You’re ruining my chances at round two here.” He sees the warning in my eyes, gives me a smirk, and heads off to get us all some champagne. Addi relaxes; her soft, slender frame melting against me. I’m a little uneasy – the desire to shield, protect, and hold her close, becoming a physical ache in my chest. What the fuck? And I thought Xander was a pussy.
After having a lot to drink, some great laughs with Xander, and Addi writhing against me on the dance floor, I am ready to get the fuck out of here, and get her under me. She is dynamite on the dance floor; the way she gyrates her hips, snaking her way up and down my body; the curve of her ass brushing against my already hard as steel cock. She is so fucking sexy and she knows it. Every move she makes, she does with the intent to drive me wild. And it is most definitely working.
When Cube closes for the night, Xander’s driver takes us back to the girls’ apartment. Lily is a little worse for wear, and not to sound like a dick, but I don’t give a fuck what her and Xander are up to right now; I have one thing on my mind and one thing only… being inside Addi, making her scream…
ADDI
My stomach is doing somersaults as I lead Carter down the hallway to my bedroom. Lilliput is completely smashed, but thankfully moneybags is taking good care of her, so I am free to focus on the man candy sending shivers down my spine with the mere touch of his hand and the knowledge that I am about to have some mind-altering, earth-shattering sex.
I can feel a mixture of nerves and pure desire pooling in my groin as I turn to close the door behind us. My room feels somehow exponentially smaller with him in it. I make a move to reach for the handle, but as I do, he’s on me, slamming the door shut behind him, grabbing me around the waist and pushing me up against the wall. Holy shit, he’s strong. He lifts me with ease, ripping at my dress as his lips crash down on mine.
I hear the fabric tear as he devours me with his tongue, his throbbing erection pressing into me - his hands shredding my clothing along with any doubts I have about letting him consume me a second time. My brain is telling me to stop this, the danger alarm resounding in my head like a police siren, echoing in the darkness, but my traitorous body won’t listen. I practically convulse under his touch as he rips my panties leaving me completely naked, pinned to the wall, helpless and vulnerable.
I grab at his shirt, sliding my hands between our bodies to unbutton it, pushing it over his strong, broad shoulders; our lips locked, our tongues tangling in a fiercely intense, spine tingling kiss. I’m bereft when he pulls away, his warm sweet breath caressing my face as he struggles to control it. He grabs my ass and pushes me further up the wall before taking my hard, puckered nipple into his mouth. Oh my God!
I fist my hands in his hair, tugging and pulling, forcing his face into my chest, urging him to take me harder. He bites down, sending a jolt of euphoric pain coursing through my body. I lose myself to the sensation of his every touch, his every caress; his hand kneading my breast as I arch into him.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet, baby. I need to get a proper taste.” I’m on the bed in seconds, my legs spread wide for him to look, and touch, and taste. His strong hands pin my legs, holding them as far apart as they’ll go. He’s still wearing his pants, and I have a sudden pang of insecurity. What the hell? I’m not that girl. I know I have a rocking body; every man I’ve ever been with has told me that, so why the hell am I worried what this guy thinks?
“Fuck me, Addi. You have the sexiest pussy I have ever laid eyes on. I fucking love that you wax it all; it lets me see those lips, swollen with desire, ready for what I’m about to give you. If it tastes half as good as it looks, I’ll be feasting on you for hours.”
Every fiber of my being coils in anticipation; turned on beyond all reason as his fingers slide down, caressing the length of my folds with a feather-light touch that sets me ablaze. I shudder, my body giving away how strongly he affects me. I’m already wet, and the satisfied look on his face as he spreads my arousal up and over my clit, is sexy as hell.
“I want to tease you, but I just can’t wait…”
His mouth connects with my flesh, tracing the length of me in one slow, languorous lick, until he reaches my clit, flicking it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. Oh God… the groan that escapes his chest vibrates against my skin, pushing me closer to what I know will be a seriously intense climax.
“Fuck... baby… you taste sweeter than sugar.” The onslaught of kisses he rains down on me sends m
e into a tailspin, spiraling into an abyss of pure ecstasy. He’s ravenous, grunting and groaning; his light scruff scraping against my inner thighs, devouring me, heightening my already intense pleasure.
When I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts three fingers inside without warning, propelling me into the hardest, hottest, fiercest orgasm of my life. My body submits, willing to give him anything and everything he wants.
“Oh my God… Carter… fuck… yes… oh God, YES!!!!” I can feel his grin against my pussy, but as I try to scramble away, unable to take anymore, he clearly has other ideas.
“I’m not done tasting you yet. Don’t move or I’ll have to tie you down.” My whole body stiffens. That is not going to happen. I begin to panic at the mere mention of it, my limbs rigid and shaking at his words.
He knows something isn’t right.
“Relax, Addi… trust me…” I want to run a mile; I don’t know this guy and he thinks I should trust him? Not likely! That just gets you all kinds of messed up. As much as my brain is screaming at me to push him away - to get him out of my room and out of my life, I feel a strange sense of calm wash over me as he splays his warm, calloused hand on my stomach, holding me gently in place as he flicks his tongue back and forth, reigniting the flames of desire, fanning them into a raging inferno.
I come hard and fast, writhing against his face, fisting my hands in his hair as he suckles me, letting me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm, humming his delight as he laps at my juices.
“Holy Shit, Carter, you are a fucking God.” FUCK! Damn it, freaking orgasmic brain.
He chuckles against my skin. “Baby, I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface yet.” Before I have a chance to protest, he increases the pace again, his fingers buried deep inside me, his other hand parting my lips to give him unfettered access. The delicious burn builds in my stomach, heralding a third mind-melting climax.
“Hold on to the bed, Addi… Do it NOW.” Without a thought, I do as he asks. He grabs me, pulling me tight against his face; his strong hands kneading my ass. His fingers brush over my entrance.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I buck off the bed.
“Don’t, Carter… please, don’t...” My voice becomes a whisper “don’t…”
His eyes dart up to meet mine - wild and scared, and begging for him not to open Pandora’s Box. Tears well in my eyes as he lifts and his head, his eyes reconnecting with mine. My soul is as naked as my quivering body in this moment. My darkest secrets, my worst fears on display as he searches my face for answers I’m not willing to give.
“I wasn’t going to… I would never do anything you don’t want, Addi.” He stands up at the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart lurches into my throat, waiting for him to leave; desperately wanting him to stay, but my head won’t let me beg.
I lie unmoving, holding his gaze, my heartbeat rapid as his hands move down to his belt. He slowly unbuckles, before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. The sight of his caramel tanned skin, tight over rippling abs and V, teasing me as it disappears down into his boxer shorts, immediately ignites my desire. There’s a hint of ink, but I am too aroused to focus on it.
He never breaks eye contact, even for a second, as he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband and slides the fabric over his rock-hard cock, letting it spring free. I can’t hold his gaze any longer; drawn to the sight of his throbbing length, craving the feel of him inside me.
“Look at me, baby.” His command is laced with tenderness - the tenderness I see in the velvet chocolate depths of his eyes staring back at me. I can’t move; I just watch as he crawls onto the bed, straddling my body, his strong toned thighs on either side of me as he stalks me – a lion hunting his prey; lithe, powerful, and impossible to resist.
I lift my hands running them over his warm, soft skin, taut over his broad back, his muscles pulsing under my touch. Even his shoulder blades are sexy, and as I explore his body with my fingertips, he whispers sweetly into my mouth, before claiming it as his.
“Let me make you forget, Tesoro.”
His lips are on me, his tongue tangling with mine, his scent invading my senses as his body presses down along the length of me, pinning me to the bed. Every inch of skin that connects with his is alive with lust, desire, and the promise of a phenomenal fusion of two bodies becoming one, for a brief moment in time.
Without a word, he nestles himself between my legs, his hard, thick erection teasing my slick entrance before gently sinking deep inside me.
“Cazzo… Addi… sei così bella.” [Fuck… Addi… you’re so beautiful.] His words are a sweet caress, a seduction of my soul as he begins to move - filling me, consuming me, owning me with every thrust.
All the twisted reminders of Gavin slowly drift away as Carter consumes me. I am stretched and filled to the hilt with the sheer size of him, my body opening to accommodate him more and more as he hammers into me - fierce, but at the same time, tender. This man instinctively knows how to work my body; every touch pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. All negative thoughts are a spec in the distance, my focus solely on the pleasure he brings - the storm coiling in my core, ready to burst free and overwhelm my senses.
“Look at me, Addi. I want to watch you crash over the edge.” His words are almost my undoing. I lift my gaze, locking eyes with him; the passion I see in their depths, both seductive and terrifying..
He starts to rock his hips as he picks up pace, the base of his thick shaft teasing my clit on every downward stroke. Three delicious, hard, thrusts later and the dam holding my body together is obliterated into a million pieces, my orgasm ripping through me, causing me to convulse beneath him, sending him spiraling into his own intense release.
“Fuck… holy fucking shit, Addi. Look at me.”
A fresh wave of ecstasy rips through my body as his orgasm pulses down the length of his throbbing erection before he bites down on my shoulder to stifle the guttural roar that is fighting to escape his chest. The sharp pain of his teeth sinking into my flesh only enhances my pleasure, forcing me to stifle my own cries, in hopes that we don’t wake Lily and Xander with the deluge of moans and screams that are fighting to break free.
The swell of emotion as we lie sated and breathless, causes a pain in my chest. Why did I break my one time only rule for this man? I want to ask him to leave, I don’t like having men in my bed overnight, and this particular man is dangerous to the safeguards I’ve built; but as I look at his face, rugged perfection; masculine and content, his eyes closed, jet black lashes kissing his cheeks - I know I want him here. I need him here… just for tonight… only for tonight… never again.
CARTER
I’m a little confused when I open my eyes. I am not looking at my bedroom walls. I’m in Addi’s bed with no sign of her beside me. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night. I thought she would be skittish about me staying, but I was just so fucking content that I couldn’t move. I don’t know what the hell this girl is doing to me.
Usually, I would have taken her at least three times – on her back, from behind, in the shower; but she fucking killed me with the intensity of her release. The way her body was trembling beneath me, clenching around me, tearing my orgasm from me before I was ready. This girl is seriously denting my confidence in the endurance stakes.
I don’t generally give a fuck what is going on with the girl I’m sleeping with. I keep it to one-night stands and casual arrangements, it’s just easier when I’m so busy running the clubs. Addi is a different story. The look on her face last night, the hurt in her eyes, and the plea in her voice as she begged me not to touch her ass, completely fucking floored me. She obviously has issues with it, beyond just being something she doesn’t like. All I wanted to do in that moment, staring into those sweet, broken brown eyes was scoop her up and hold her in my arms. I knew it would have killed her to have any form of sympathy, so I did what she needed – I made her forget, and fuck, she made me f
orget all my rules about getting too attached. Twice I’ve slept with her, and twice she has stripped away all my bullshit, and wrung the most intense and honest orgasms of my life from me.
My golden rule has always been not to get involved with broken chicks; I don’t want to take them home, even for one night. Not because I’m a dick, but because I know what it feels like to love a broken woman with your entire being, and it hurts like a motherfucker. I’m not talking about a lover… I’m talking about Vittoria, my little sister.
Tori is my only sibling, and I would do anything for her - she is the only woman in my life that really matters, besides my mom. She is such an inspiration to me, and I am in awe of how fucking strong she is; but I’ve seen her broken, with the same look in her eyes that I saw in Addi last night, and it ripped my heart out - damaging it beyond repair.
When I was fourteen, Vittoria would have been ten. We were the best of friends and each other’s nemesis rolled into one. God, I hated her at times, but I would do absolutely fucking anything for her. My dad is a pretty big deal in Manhattan. He owns a massive law firm with Xander’s dad. They’re the major players, but they employ some of their college buddies, and we grew up around these guys, calling them ‘uncle’ and expecting to see them at all of the family barbecues and parties.
Marcus was my idol. I thought he was the coolest guy I’d ever met, way cooler than my dad. He would always side with me if I was trying to get my dad to agree to something, and he always brought presents - at that age, superficial affection is easily bought.
The summer I turned fourteen my parents threw me a huge party at our house and all the usual suspects were in attendance. The party was in full swing and I was having a great time with my friends when my mom called me into the house and asked if I’d seen Vittoria. I figured she was probably off having one of her moods because I was getting all the attention. Mom told me to go find her and bring her back to the party.