The One Addicted (The One Trilogy Book 2)

by Alexandra North

  My eyes fly up to his, and I halt immediately. I can’t go back on another plane yet. “Seb, what is going on?”

  “I need you to relax and trust me, baby and all will be revealed in about 5hours give or take.”

  What another 5hours? We’ve just flown seven to Dubai? I’m not sure I can get on another aeroplane so soon.

  “It’s a private jet, fully kitted out to encompass all that we could ever want on our journey to paradise - nothing but the best for my baby.”

  “But…” Paradise?

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” I nod. I trust him implicitly. Despite everything we’ve been through the past few weeks. I trust him.

  “Well I promise you that this flight will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. The mile high club is something all couples should experience together - don’t you think?”

  My only memory of the mile high club is when Chevy Chase got his foot stuck down the aeroplane toilet in National Lampoon’s Vegas Vacation and ended up with one ombre dip-dyed blue trouser leg. It’s not something I’ve ever dabbled in - aeroplane toilets are hard enough to pee in let alone fuck! However, looking around I consider that my issue would not be how would we fit in the bathroom together but how would we decide where to do the deed. It appeared we were the only passengers.

  We head up the short stack of steps and into the plush interior of the aircraft and are welcomed by another steward, who is just as enamoured with Sebastian, openly showing his approval as he minces his way through the initial introductions to what has to be the most beautiful plane I’ve ever stepped foot on. Male and females worship at his feet but this time instead of making me jealous, I understand completely. Standing in faded fitted jeans a navy linen shirt with sleeves rolled back on his muscled, tanned forearms and white converse; he is Godlike, seriously dreamy and all mine.

  My own jaw drops as I take in our ride to god knows where; all grey and white, with huge leather chairs, a curved seating area and cosy lounge. If I couldn’t feel safe and chilled in this environment 30,000 feet in the air, then I’m screwed.

  “You like?” His seductive drawl in my neck sends currents running directly to my nether regions.

  “I love.”

  Andrew, our steward, coughs politely and encourages us to get seated so that we can take off for our destination to paradise. “All of your bags are already on board. Can I get you something to drink?”

  “Yes - Ms. Myers will require something stiff.” I glance across at him and see the charm oozing out of him, his enigmatic smile firmly engaged. He knows how to play it. Poor Andrew doesn’t know where to look and is now blushing from head to toe.

  “I’d like a brandy thank you, Andrew.”

  We settle into the comfiest armchairs I’ve ever known; Seb nearest the portal window and I accept the Brandy with thanks. Not a plastic cup here; cut glass all the way. Andrew checks our belts, and does the usual talk through, which I’m grateful for - this is still a flight, even if it looks like a flying penthouse.

  The takeoff is a relatively smooth transition, much easier than I’ve ever known. I know that is partly down to my surroundings and my down-in-one brandy, which now warms my belly comfortingly but is mainly down to Sebastian. He is extremely attentive and puts me at ease, talking to me in soft undertones about work and his expectations about the launch party.

  “Hi.” His lips touch my inner wrist, igniting a fire along the sensitive nerves there, as he draws my hand to his warm mouth, pressing gently just over my increasing pulse.

  “Hi.” I look up at him through heavy lashes. The man is devastating.

  “You hungry?”

  “Not yet.” I smile at him as we unclip our belts, twenty minutes into the air.

  “I am. But not for food.”

  Oh my. He holds a hand out to me, and I take it, no questions asked, as we head deeper into the aircraft. This place is truly amazing and I can’t believe we have it all to ourselves. The clean lines continue, with suede and fur and textures and then we hit a dead end, the only way forward, through a pair of high gloss arched black doors.

  “Are you going to show me the cock pit?”

  His loud laugh, turns me on and showcases his sexy dimple. “In a manner of sorts. I’ll finally get you to myself.”

  “You’ve had me at your side for over ten hours.” I laugh at his comment.

  “NOT in bed, I haven’t…” He pushes the doors open on the word bed, showcasing a small bedroom with a dominating circular mattress and I gasp. “ … And NOT naked.”

  The next few minutes go by in a blur of teeth clashing and bodies frantically undressing to our underwear. All thoughts of my whereabouts have completely dissipated. I’m so desperate to have him. Sitting so close to him for hours on end has been wonderfully cosy but also agonisingly constricting. Seb clicks a button and the blinds come down, as we slip onto the bed, cocooned from the outside world and the regularities of a usual in-house flight. I’m in a luxury travel bubble and I don’t want it to pop - its entirely surreal.

  We devour one another’s mouths, his hands sinking into my body, touching every part of me and I do the same. My palms stoke the fine hair on his chest feeling his heart beneath them and I drop to replace them with my mouth. Cascading light kisses all over his taut physique. He is so ripped my mouth waters at the sheer sight of him. “I’ve missed you.”

  “I know, baby - me too.”

  My trail of kisses continue, along his ribs, across his abdomen, my tongue licking a path down one indented and perfected V. His fingers swoop underneath my chin, willing me to look up at him.

  “Let me go down on you?”

  His eyes darken from chocolate to black. “No. I want to touch you.”

  “Soon.”

  I cup his balls and stroke leisurely up over his cock through his Calvin’s, ignoring his words. I want to feel him, touch him, put him in my mouth - be in control. He is everything to me and his pleasure is my pleasure.

  “Baby, I won’t last if you continue doing that…it’s your turn now.”

  In the dark, the tiniest light creeping in and slicing across the bed, I can see his black sexy eyes as he slowly begins to work his way from my mouth, down my chest, sucking on each nipple, licking a trail around the soft curve of each mound, all the while holding my gaze. God he’s so damn gorgeous, and he’s all mine.

  The breath hisses from my lips; a guttural groan deep from within. The sensations he is awakening flicker like shockwaves, rippling across my body, working their way downstream to pool at the top of my thighs. His touch is like magic bringing something out of me that has lain dormant for years - perhaps forever.

  “I promise I’ll make this worth your while.”

  Oh I believe you, you sexy mother fucker - my fear isn’t that you won’t show me the time of my life, make it utterly unforgettable - but that one day, you’ll stop, stop giving me pleasure. Stop rocking my world and grow bored of me.

  “I’ve lost you, lady - where’d you go?”

  “I’m here, don’t worry - I’m all yours but you need to be down there…” I smile seductively at him, nestled between my thighs and choose to ignore the annoying uncertainty rearing its ugly head - my fear of my scar, my fear of how many times he’s done this with other women. Live in the here and now, be strong and confident.

  “With pleasure.”

  I am devoured by his black orbs filled with flickers of fire; one blink and he is peeling my underwear from my body, smiling between kisses at each point, my strap, the edge of my lace panties and back to my swollen pouting mouth. One lick and he sets my skin alight, and my pussy moistens. One kiss and I am his - every time.

  “You are so fucking beautiful - just being around you makes me feel like I’m home.”

  I was thinking exactly the same thing.

  “You are home, baby - now stop talking and come inside.”

  I part my legs, wide, the air brushes a
gainst my clit. I’m bare to his eyes, completely open to him and I don’t care; I am not embarrassed - just spread my feet wider, all the while holding his eyes, willing him to take what I’m offering. “Come inside - it’s warm and tight and where you belong.”

  I sigh as his tongue fills me, rolling around my throbbing clit, sliding, along my slit and plunging inside, before tracing delicate swirl patterns on both inner thighs, and I tremble uncontrollably. His technique should be patented, it’s that fucking good.

  Holy fuck.

  His suckling increases in frequency, and I thrash around desperate to come. “Ah, baby, that’s it just there - don’t stop.” I explode in glorious wave after wave of rippling satisfaction; the tight coil within my belly unravelling until I’m boneless.

  The tear of a condom packet is a welcome sound and I look down to watch Seb expertly roll it over the searching head of his impressive and rock hard arousal. Such a smooth bastard and I love it. The first moment when I feel him inch inside me is predatory, both our bodies straining to connect. His hands grab my behind, kneading both globes firmly, allowing his delve inside me to deepen, even with my slickness I flinch to accommodate his girth. I gasp as hot embers of pleasure spark along my wet slippery channel.

  “Baby, this is just the start. Oh, fuck you are so tight!”

  “Sebastian!”

  His name on my lips is a husky sob of delight and Seb’s grunt of approval surges him on. Pounding into me hard and fast withdrawing to the tip, rotating his hips before slamming into me again. Intense and sweaty and downright dirty. The control is there but he is teetering on the edge, as I clutch at the bed sheets, and his mouth seeks my breast, I groan as his tongue laps at my erect nipple, warmth flooding through me and pooling between my legs; the sparks igniting around my clit as his pelvis rubs against me - I’m nearly there.

  My heart is beating so fast, my bottom swivelling to meet his punishing pumps, tight pussy sucking on him. God he’s big, he is practically touching my womb. Fuck me!

  “You want it harder, baby? With my pleasure.”

  I must have spoken aloud. He clasps an ankle and lifts my leg to his shoulder, maintaining his grip. My pelvis tilts, giving him better access and scissoring my trembling body onto his cock. My tits begin to bounce as he surges into me, the only sound our panting and the slapping noise of his balls hitting my body.

  “Look at me. Let us watch one another when we come.”

  My eyes lock onto his, glittering black and sexy as hell, the message clear; don’t look away. I shiver as I’m stretched further and feel the first twitches of his undoing. The moment is so profound that the stirrings of my own climax takes me unawares. I cry out in surprise, closing my eyes to capture the pleasure, just for a second.

  “Look at me, Lucia.”

  They fly open on his command and heat burns over my clitoris, just seeing my wanton reflection in his honest eyes, full of fire and lust. His balls tighten, his grip on my breast too and I watch as his lips roll white; I know he is about to come.

  “Come inside me.” I repeat my earlier invitation.

  “Fuck!”

  He explodes as I tighten around his cock, waves of delight so extreme I jerk with the violence of them. I can feel his semen gush inside me, the condom not enough of a barrier to stop the sensation of hot arousal.

  He bucks into me, twitching the last remnants of his love inside before collapsing and cradling me to his body. I smile into his beautiful face, cupping it with both palms as I kiss him with every part of my being. This man is everything to me and I will my feelings to pour from my eyes to his.

  “I’m addicted to you.” He nuzzles against my nose, with his to soften the ferocity of our lovemaking as our heartbeats slow, to a normal rhythm.

  I know how he feels and a sliver of fear shoots through me at the fierceness of my feelings for this man.

  “Me too.”

  “I seriously can’t get enough of you.”

  Moving from me, the cold hits my body immediately but not because I’m chilled; I crave his skin, his touch, his lips at all times. The bed dips as he disappears for a few seconds before returning to the bed to envelope me within his arms and once again I feel complete. His gentle kiss at my temple encourages me to curl into his embrace, my bottom pushing against his cock, which is solid once again. I turn to question with raised brows.

  “It rarely goes down in your company, my darling. Damned nuisance if you’re not around.” His deep throated chuckle is full of sex and play. “Not going to be a problem this trip though - you’re going to be fucked in so many ways and so many places you won’t be able to walk straight when I’m finished with you.”

  The words are whispered into my ear, his fingers stroking my hair back from my neck in unison, alighting the erogenous zones there. “Your throat will be red raw from calling my name as I eat your juicy pussy and send you spiralling over the edge.” A kiss lands on my shoulder and my nipple puckers in response. “And your body will be aching for my touch…” His fingers pinch my nipple, elongating it and brushing delicately back and forth. “…only my touch, at all times. Every time you think about me, you’ll have a memory of me licking that plump clit of yours, burying myself between your thighs, pinning you against a wall, my tongue in every orifice. There will be nothing between us, baby.”

  I consider his words, my pussy becoming slicker by the second, so turned on by the dirty talk before I respond. “Do you promise?”

  “Always.”

  We kiss deeply, unspoken feelings uncoiling and pouring from us passionately. “ I think I could get used to flying like this - this hasn’t stressed me at all.”

  “You could, could you?” his chuckle is a lovely sound, echoing within the cabin bedroom.

  “Oh yes - but I’m not sure what we just participated in should be called the Mile High club…”

  “Really? And what would you call it, Ms. Myers?”

  “Oh definitely The Smile in the Sky Club!” Seb’s deep laugh is contagious as we cuddle in Egyptian cotton sheets, and sip champagne - the height of luxury. “I have to agree a much better name for it. Welcome to your first taste of The Smile in the sky Club, lady - now lie back and lets put another smile on your gorgeous face whilst I fuck you to heaven and back.”

  *****

  A light rest and a shower and change later, we are being shown to the Presidential Villa at The Four Seasons resort in the Maldives on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I still can’t believe we are here. Sebastian had finally relented and informed me of our destination as we were about to land at Male airport. He’d had no choice, when he’d seen my stricken face, after a quick glimpse out of the window. It had appeared that we were to land in the sea - talk about dealing with my phobia at gunpoint!

  Now with my feet firmly on terra firma, the glittering white sands and blue ombre waters surrounding us are more than enough to make the extensive journey all worthwhile. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen; tranquil and mystical; each island bobbing in the water like stepping-stones on a path to the Promised Land. Sebastian’s eyes glint with mischief and excitement as we walk hand in hand from the small golf buggy style car which has driven us to our door. En route, I have seen the calibre of the small villas on offer to the hotel guests and they are seriously high-end luxury but nothing prepares me for The Presidential Villa.

  “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Silver, to the Presidential Suite. I will be your Butler - your wish is my command.” A well-dressed Maldivian male introduces himself to us. Rather like a Genie and I shrug my shoulders in happiness - this is all too much but I love it. I also notice that Sebastian does not correct him as to our marital status. Mrs. Silver sounds worryingly good and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to travel down that path, it was not in our cards. Enjoy the here and now babe - remember your motto.

  The accommodation lives up to its title, exuding unsurpassed luxury at every turn and as our Butler, whom we now know as Mohammed, giv
es us a tour around the palatial Villa, I make a mental note to take pictures of everything for Suzie and Abby; they’d be so envious. Dark wood floors gleam beneath our feet, with every care taken to set the scene for romance. A huge, open lounge and bar area flow out to the back of the Villa, where I can see the infinity pool and private access to the beach. Then we reach the bedroom, which is enormous. Flowers, champagne on ice and chocolates fill the majestic suite, where a huge statement battered copper headboard supports a pure white bed, covered in rose petals and white voile blowing in the air-conditioned breeze. A circular glass bath is sunken into the floor in the corner of the room and only upon nearing, I realise that you can see the sea beneath, clear as day. The bathroom is more of the same, high-spec, in coppers and greys, with plenty of white and letting the outside in. It really felt like we were part of the island.

  “Royalty have stayed here and now this will be your abode for the duration of your stay.” Mohammed adds proudly.

  Seb’s pat on my bottom is combined with a whispered, “Only the best for my princess.”

  I think I can manage four days of this.

  “Your things will be unpacked if you require?”

  “No, thank you Mohammed. Mrs. Silver and I will see to that. We are keen to absorb what’s on offer.”

  My raised brows are rewarded with a wink and a blown kiss before Seb all but throws our Butler out on his coat tails “Please buzz when you need my assistance.”

  Bridging the gap between us, Sebastian crosses the space in long easy strides, his sexy body oozing a powerful edge; the look of unadulterated raw passion in his eyes flows and is reciprocated in my own, as our eyes lock. His palm clasps my back, pulling me towards his body and jerking my head upwards to look directly into his face and immediately I tremble at the need I see mirrored there.