Her Online Addiction

by Ruby McQueen

  I grind my hips against him, making his erection sink into my already tender folds and grip his broad back as he dips his tongue into my mouth. The gravity of his words still ringing in my ears tied together with the sweet sensation of his mouth on mine and the anticipation of him inside me so intimately has my insides clenching in desire. It briefly occurs to me that we are about to have sex in the missionary position, but I don’t even care, I’m enraptured by a guy that has me hanging on the verge of breakdown or desire with a squidgy fog of the in-between shrouding every little explosion of lust and fear.

  He moves his lips from my mouth and makes a trail of soft kisses down my neck, muzzling my flesh as he goes so, I can feel the soft tickle of his stubble. My skin instantly rewards his touch by spreading goose bumps all up and down my body. I grip his head and gasp for air while I can before he returns to my waiting lips. I’m more than ready for him and to let him know I decide to bring my legs and wrap them around his waist with my feet secured together behind his lower back. He lifts his lips from me again, hovering his face just in front of mine, his hot breath panting against my skin, while he adjusts his erection from pressed against me, to in-between my thighs.

  I decide in that moment, inspired by his tenderness and caught off guard by his mesmerising passion, I will make the only plea I can offer him from the shallow emotional pool of my own carefully measured heart.

  “Derek... I’m yours.” Heat sweeps through me like a desert whirly wind, manifested from the blistering dry air crackling between us. A brief look of surprise passes over Derek’s face followed by what I think in admiration, or appreciation perhaps? I begin to lower my eyes away from his when he lifts his hand up and grips my chin gently.

  “Oh, Trinity, I’ve never wanted anyone more... I want you looking at me while I enter you,” he plants a soft chaste kiss upon my mouth and pulls back slowly so that his full blazing awareness is on me. Without hesitation, he enters me in one smooth motion. To my surprise, I moan and close my eyes, arching my body into his, gasping in unadulterated pleasure as he fills me to bursting. I am sore from our previous encounters and it’s exaggerating the sensations. I’m not sure if he really feels that differently, skin to skin, or if it’s all in my head because I know I’m taking a risk? But molten hot desire bubbles up from inside of me, and I know I absolutely without hesitation that I want this man to be mine.

  He moves out of me ever so slowly before plunging into me again and again. When I open my eyes, I see the same intense fixation he held over me before but through gritted teeth. He visibly relaxes and resuming kissing me briefly while remaining still inside me, and I feel him throbbing deep inside me.

  He begins the process over again, sliding himself almost all the way outside of me before driving himself into me completely. I feel an orgasm begin to build within me, coaxed out by the contact he is making against my clit when he plunges inside me as well as a deep emotional connection I’m having to him. Each time he pauses to let his own orgasm subside, he kisses me deeply and I sink further under his spell. I run my nails over the flesh on his back and feel him squirm beneath me as I do.

  “Baaaad girl,” he whispers in a slow gruff voice just above my face. I smile a wicked smile and before he can respond I kiss him hard and tug his bottom lip into my mouth, biting it lightly. He responds by groaning and driving himself into me, fucking me hard. A vague echo of a memory rambles around my mind, ‘Oh I’ll fuck you, Trinity, but I’ll start off sweet as’... I close my eyes and hang on for dear life as he slams into me over and over again.

  “Are you gonna come with me, Sexy?” he says between beats, panting and breathy.

  “I’m- I’m- I’m close,” I finally squeak out as I grip the muscles rippling across his broad shoulders and upper back.

  He growls in a low, deep voice which is sexy as fuck! I tighten the grip of my legs around him as every sensation begins to amass in-between my legs. I begin making little sighs with each thrust he pushes deep inside me and finally I let out a yes before the current inside my body rushes in centrally gathering like an implosion before sending out a million high speed fragments each shattering me around him. And I am lost to it...

  I become aware of his hot liquid spurting into me moments later as he stills with a soft moan. My limbs are liquefied and feel alien to me, so I dare not move. I sense deep down in the pit of my psyche, that this is far more than just fornication and lust, but I’m not so sure the feeling is shared, so I chase the thought back to whatever crevice of my mind it came fizzing out from and concentrate on the pulsing sensation radiating out from my clit like a beacon sending a signal to the rest of my body that this guy is becoming the current that is necessary to run all my circuit boards.

  “God, Trinity. You are… remarkable,” he whispers barely before bringing his warm, cherry red lips down onto mine. Am I ready to open my eyes? No. Why do I always get like this? Fear of intimacy is the likely answer. I want to return the compliment but my lack of comfort with the feelings I have for him are making me think of humour tinged annotations rather than compliments. I want to look him straight in his eyes and tell him he is the most outstanding lover, but more than that he is the one guy who makes my heart do back flips around my throat, but then I’m not the ‘profess my love’ type.... Oh. My. God! That moment when you realise you just thought about not professing your love! My eyes flick open quicker than a roller blind malfunction and Derek immediately startled enquires, “What? What’s wrong?” Shit!

  Flushing red from absolute mortification to my own realisation, I quickly try to recover my equilibrium enough to save face.

  “Umm, we forgot to grab a towel, your sheets are gonna be ruined.” Pheeew Girl, nice save!

  He laughs from on top of me and I feel his abdomen jerking against my own stomach.

  “What? What’s so funny?” I say playing innocent, his laughter is exactly the redirection of focus required in that moment.

  “You, you’re so cute,” he kisses me again but this time it’s with some adoration in his eyes. He pulls back and looks at me smiling like I’m so goofy and I can’t help but smile back.

  “You’re pretty damn awesome yourself, Derek,” I’m super impressed with myself, I managed an actual compliment, inside, I’m high fiving myself!

  “You know, I’m glad you said you’d stay...”

  “Me too.” And I actually mean it. All the times I thought about seeing him, it was less weird in my head, but in my fantasies, I’m perfect, a complete package, no hang ups and issues. In reality, it probably couldn’t have gone better.

  He trails feather soft smooches intermingled with sucking and nibbling along my chest towards my stomach while I run my hands over the shorter hair at the sides of his head. He then carefully withdraws from inside of me, with a small rush of warmth following. He lifts himself clear of me and flops himself down beside me landing with a bounce on his back, with a broad smile across his face. It’s infectious, I beam at him although I’m not so sure I entirely understand what has stirred this response in him, but seeing him naked, full glory, beaming at what I hope is due to my company and post coital satisfaction, I’m inspired to roll on my side and snuggle into him. He immediately throws an arm around me and embraces me. He lifts his foot up, flicking the blanket towards us, with his other hand he draws it up around us both. I am feeling much more relaxed with him, I think it’s finally dawning on me that this isn’t just some dizzy daydream but, reality manifested from dormant desires. I breathe him in deeply, he smells so masculine and delicious. I re-run the day’s events in my mind, it feels like so much has happened in such a short space. This surreal moment of a friend I see with ardent familiarity and yet he was a stranger in the flesh just yesterday. I want this. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted. Levi. He was the complete package, what I aspired to, my dream guy, my cure to my commitment issues, Mr In-control and commanding. But here, cocooned in the warmth of Derek’s strong tattooed arms, it just feels so ‘right’, scary, bu
t right!

  I come to in the inky darkness, batting my eyelids to get a visual grasp of where I am, I am lying curled up on my side with a busting desire to use the loo. I go to move only to realise I have Derek’s arm draped around me. I gently lift it, which is dead weight, so I hope I don’t stir him. I slowly shimmy out, lowering his arm and stand up momentarily trying to gather my bearings and letting my eyes adjust. There is a very subtle glow reflecting from the slightly ajar bathroom door. I tiptoe across the cool tiles and relieve myself.

  I could so easily forget to tend my mortal requirements, being with Derek, thank god your subconscious brain takes care of your breathing involuntarily, or I’d have hit the deck blue so many times by now. Derek is better than drugs, and I’m a fully-fledged addict already, I feel it. And I’m sure even the deed of him depositing himself deep within me, somehow has him imprinting on my DNA. He has claimed me. I wonder briefly how I will endure the world when the weekend ends and I have to return to the glum reality of my life! I need a makeover, a clean out of my life’s closet. Note to self: Feng Shui my life!

  I conclude my business in the bathroom and return to the bed where I can just make out the silhouette of Derek, lying there in the darkness now on his back, with one arm raised and tucked under his head. I slowly crawl in and curl up beside him covering myself with the blanket. I listen to the quiet rhythm of his deep breathing. Like the hypnotic lull of the ocean, I swim in his warmth with the soft laps of the tidal waters breaking against my shore. I feel peaceful and am asleep in no time...

  ~ Chapter 6 ~

  Strange bedfellows

  As I gingerly open my eyes, strong sunlight beams into the room. I feel a little stiff, so I roll onto my back arching and stretch my arms about my head and point my toes as hard south as my body will allow. I realise Derek isn’t there, and am quietly glad, I should do a quick mirror check to see how I’ve faired.

  “Morning, Baby Cakes!” Sweet Jesus! I jump almost out of my skin. I crane my head around realising we slept at the wrong end of the bed and see Derek sitting in the black chair in the corner where my bag was, wrapped in a silver sheet. I can see the trail of hair rising from the beneath the sheet along his defined abs, he is sitting casually with his tattoos on full display, reading a book, he looks so rebellious and yet scholarly, despite his partial nakedness. Socrates, but sexy. I was unaware that he liked to read, I’m not sure why I’m surprised, he seems intelligent enough.

  “Oh… good morning,” I sound almost hoarse, so I clear my throat.

  “Sleep well?”

  “Very, thank you. And you?”

  He slaps the book shut and rises from the chair, placing his book down on the dresser as he passes it, “Extremely well, thank you. But why wouldn’t I sleep well, there’s gorgeous woman in my bed,” he curls his lips into a lopsided grin laced with lustful sexiness and confidence. I reflect his expression with my own cheeky smirk and wink at him. His eyebrows shoot up a little in surprise and it’s enough to make me go into a full teeth smile. I roll over wrapping the blanket around me as I twist trying to evade his gaze.

  “Mmmmm, any more winking at me, Missy, and you are going to be on the breakfast menu!”

  “I’ll behave, I promise,” It sounds disingenuous as it rolls from my lips.

  “Ready for breakfast, Hottie?”

  “Errmm, maybe a shower first?” I roll back and wait for a response clutching the blanket.

  “Sure. You want me to make you something while you’re in there?” he smiles warmly extending his hand to help me up.

  “Oh, don’t go to any trouble. Toast will be fine,” I take his hand and leave the warmth of the bed, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious of my nakedness, rising in front of him.

  “Mmmmm and the view today is a ten out of ten! Good morning, Ma’am,” he is deliberately perving on me.

  “Hey!” I protest. He quickly wraps his arms up under my rib cage, hoisting me to my tippy toes to a full embrace while nuzzling his head into the crease in my neck. He makes another mmmm sound in appreciation, before kissing my neck. As he goes to release me, he nips my nape. I giggle and shoo him and as I turn to head to the bathroom, he swats the back of his hand across my ass.

  “Mmmmm, dat ass,” he adds as I exit the room.

  The water droplets inside the shower and the window slightly cracked open is evidence that Derek has been up a while and already showered. I fire up the shower and stand under it hoping the heat with radiate through me waking me up further.

  As I round the doorway and see the table, I can see again he has laid it out. All this trouble for me? I’m a no-fuss kinda gal, honestly, I wonder if he is always like this with company. I shake my head a little and approach the table. He has plates with napkins and a platter of cut fruit in the centre. Damn!

  “Toast is coming now, Baby Cakes.” I stare, stunned momentarily, he is wearing a black apron that says, ‘kiss the chef’ and has a set of lips which is almost above his package.

  He has no shirt on, just the apron. He brings a plate with a tower of toast stacked onto it and sits it down beside the platter. I can’t get over the apron and I stare at him in amusement as I lower onto my seat.

  “I’ll just grab the juice,” he says sounding chirpy. As he turns his bare ass is facing me as he makes his way to the fridge. I gawk, stunned, before erupting into laughter.

  “What? Something funny?” he asks me trying to suppress a cheeky grin but failing. I lower my head and rub my forehead.

  “You,” I cannot wipe the smile from my face, his humour is fantastic, “Your ass looks outstanding, that apron really frames it well,” I add also trying to stifle my laughter.

  “Why thank you,” he does a mock curtsy holding the apron to one side, juice jug in the other before sitting down.

  “Quick while it’s hot,” he motions to the toast. We both dig in, eating in silence for a few moments, but I don’t want the silence to get weird, so I decide to enquire after today’s agenda.

  “So, what are our plans today?”

  “Well, I thought we should play some PlayStation and hang out,” his face almost cracks with the smile he shoots me waiting for a response.

  “I see.... So, an ass kicking is on the menu huh?” Game on!

  “Awww, I’ll go gentle on you, Sexy.”

  “Huh! You’ll do no such thing! You’ll be on the receiving end of the butt-hurt, Mr!” And with that, I pick up a grape and toss it at him. He laughs at me like it’s the most absurd suggestion ever made.

  “Well, I think there should be some stakes, for the winner.”

  “Nooo problem! What are we thinking?” I’m feeling pretty damn confident, I am indeed quite good at the PlayStation, and I do love a challenge. Competition just does something for me. Ticks a box for me, right up there with competitive sports. I’m sure one of the archetypes in my personality is warrior. The martial arts, the sports, shooter games, it’s all simulation of head to head battle!

  “I was thinking Battlefield 3?”

  “Done!” I smirk at the suggestion, Battlefield 3, the game that started it all, the irony isn’t lost on me.

  We sit there in silence eating the remainder of the fruit and toast, glancing and grinning across the table towards one another, the air sizzling between us.

  When breakfast is over, I help him clear the plates while he rinses them stacking them straight into the dishwasher. He fires it up and turns to face me, “Done! Now, for your, what word did you use? Ass kicking, I believe it was?”

  “Yes, that’s the one.”

  He seems uber confident. I’m so excited! But, it's game on now, so I approach Derek in a deliberate saunter, with a flirtatious heavy gaze fixated on him, he stills and looks visibly surprised. I stop in front of him and shoot my eyebrows up a little to let him know I’m up to something. I bring my finger up and lightly stroke it along his collar bone towards the middle of his chest, then letting it slowly trail and descend over his chest and onto the apron, until I
am at the printed lips where I circle my finger around it. I bite my bottom lip, then drag it through my lips until it pops out before making direct eye contact with him in the sexiest fuck me eyes, I can muster. I move in closer and make like I am going to kiss him while I raise the hand, I just touched him with to lightly cup the side of his face now. I stop short of his lips and can tell that he is not just startled but very turned on, his breathing catching almost into a pant, and for once, I am composed! I move just beside his lips and plant a long, slow kiss before raising my lips up to his ear and say in a low husky voice, “Thank you, chef.”

  “Oh my god! You little cheat!” he grabs me and pulls me close before I can escape. He kisses me hard and I feel his erection pressing against me. Yes, competition seems to chase away the shyness.

  Finally, he releases me and looks at me like he is suspicious of my motives. I can’t help but grin at him, this will be so much fun. He slips off the apron and grabs the sheet from the back of his chair and wraps it back around his torso. He keeps his eyes on me, but I know this game oh-so-well!

  We make our way over to his small two-seater lounge and I sit on it while he loads the disc into the PlayStation and sets it up. He passes me a controller and sits beside me.

  “What are we playing for exactly?” I enquire as he brings up the various servers to select from.

  “Sexual favour, what else?” he rubs his bottom lip as he answers, glint in his eyes, I don’t think he has quite thought out the victory terms.

  “Control?” I enquire.

  “Yep.”