by W Winters
She hums a response and reaches out for a piece of the toasted bread. As she bites into it, the bread crunches loudly and diced tomatoes fall into her hand. She actually blushes, and after she swallows she says defensively, “You should eat some, it’s weird with you just watching me.”
I let a rough chuckle vibrate up my chest. “I’m not hungry.”
“I hate being rude and eating it all myself, but the alcohol is already hitting me.”
Good. I don’t say the thought out loud.
As she wipes her hands on her napkin, I ask her, “What is it that you want from me, Addison?” My hands clench under the table as I wait. I know exactly what I want from her. To fuck her out of my system. To be done with an obsession from long ago.
She shoots me a sweet, genuine smile and the blush grows hotter on her face. “I think it’s the alcohol talking.”
Her smile is addictive and I feel my own lips twitch up into a lopsided grin. “Why’s that?”
“Because I want to tell you I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.”
I feel myself swallow. I feel everything in this moment. Watching her blush and smile at me like that, I want more of it. I don’t know if it’s the vodka, the tequila or the wine. Maybe a combination of the three. But whatever’s making her blush, she needs more of it.
My heart beats rapidly and my cock hardens to the point where it’s nearly unbearable.
As she covers her face with her hands, the waiter walks by casually and I reach out, fisting his shirt and stopping him in his tracks.
The look on his face is a mix of shock and fear. But I’m quick to loosen my grip and tell him, “More shots.”
Chapter 11
Addison
* * *
When I’m drunk, I have some odd thoughts. Some do make sense. For instance, how many shots did we have? That one seems like a logical thought, and I’m not sure of the exact answer, but at least three. Which is probably three too many but with how tense and awkward I was at the start of dinner, maybe three was just the right number.
Also, what happened to my car? I should be concerned about that. But I’m drunk, so walking seems smart. I keep my feet moving, one after the other even though I sway slightly. Only slightly though.
The thought that matters the most and the one I keep coming back to is whether or not Daniel can see how my hands keep trembling.
I’m sure the heat in my cheeks is obvious. And the butterflies in my stomach aren’t staying where they ought to. They fly up and mess with my heart. Fluttering wildly and with an anxiousness that makes it feel like they’re caged and trying to escape.
Maybe it’s normal for what I’m doing.
When you want to kiss someone who’s obviously a dick, it makes sense that your body would feel anxious and like you should run, right? Not to mention I’m sure he’s still dealing. When your family’s business is crime, you don’t exactly walk away from that life. This heated nervousness won’t leave me. I can’t stop fidgeting with my hands and I’m sure it’s ridiculous, but what else could be expected of me?
And then there’s the fact that he’s my ex’s brother. An ex who’s gone. And in many ways, it’s because of me. It should make me feel worse than I do. But in a lot of ways, it feels the same way as running has. Only this time, I’m running to Daniel. A man I’ve dreamed for so long would comfort me and tell me these feelings were alright.
Obviously, that never happened. And I’m not sure it ever will.
There’s a part of my mind that won’t stop picking at that fact. A part that wonders how Daniel can even stand to be around me. A part that wonders if he’s only toying with me. Like he’s waiting to get his revenge and tell me how he truly feels.
And that’s the part that scares me when I look up at him. I don’t care how many times he’ll tell me that no one blames me. How could they not?
I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m too afraid to stop, because I really want to find out. I’m too eager to finally know what it feels like to be wanted by him.
“You’re so nervous,” he says as if he’s amused.
“Aren’t you?”
His smile dims and he runs his hand through his hair, looking to his left at the stop sign. “Let’s go to my place.”
We’re standing on the corner of Church and Fifth and I know I just need to go six blocks and I’ll be two streets over from my apartment building … I think. There are bus stops everywhere in this college town. So even if I get lost, I could find my way back home by just hopping on a bus.
“Your place?” I question him while squinting at the signs. I’m more than a little tipsy. But everything feels so good.
“Let’s go,” he answers and then takes my hand in his, pulling me across the street even though the sign at the crosswalk is still red.
“Still a rule breaker,” I tease and I think that one is from the alcohol. I must find it funnier than he does though, because once we’re on the other side, I’m the one smiling at my little joke while he stands there. Staring at me like he’s not sure what to do with me.
“So you aren’t nervous?” I ask him, daring to broach the subject again. I don’t mind what he does to me. I crave it. And I’ll be damned if he tells me he doesn’t want me. I can see it in his eyes.
But what exactly he wants me for? That I have yet to know for sure.
A good fuck seems to be first on the list though. And I can’t argue with that.
“I don’t get nervous.”
“Everyone gets nervous.” The words slip out of my mouth and I tell him about a study my friend Rae told me about. She’s a psychology major and she told me about public speakers and how even professional public speakers’ adrenaline levels spike when they get on the stage. Everyone gets nervous. “There’s no denying it.”
“If you say so, Addison.” That’s all I get from him as the night air seems to get colder and I shiver. That’s when I notice he’s still holding my hand.
“This doesn’t make you nervous? It doesn’t make you question if … if we should be doing this?” I lift up our clasped hands and he lets me, but he doesn’t stop walking.
“Why shouldn’t we?” he responds, but I hear the hard edge in his voice. He knows.
“There are so many reasons,” I tell him and look straight ahead.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers and the way he does it makes me giggle. A silly little girl giggle that would embarrass me if I wasn’t on the left side of tipsy.
“Anything,” I breathe.
“I was jealous that Tyler got to have you.”
I nearly stumble and my smile slips. That erratic beating in my chest makes me want to reach up and pound on my heart to knock it off.
He continues once I get my footing back. “You were too young and Tyler got to you first.”
I walk with my lips parted, but not knowing what to say or do.
Daniel’s arm moves to my waist as his steps slow and I look up to see a row of houses. Cute little houses a few blocks from the university campus. They’re the type of houses that come equipped with white picket fences and for the second time in fifteen minutes, I nearly trip.
“How drunk are you?” Daniel questions with a serious tone.
“Sorry, not that drunk,” I answer him as we walk up the paved drive to the front door of a cute house with blue shutters. My heart won’t knock it off, but I ignore it and change the subject. “This is your place?”
“Just renting.”
I nod my head and as much as that makes sense, it’s also one less thing to question. And now I find myself on the front steps of Daniel’s place, with his hand on mine. Drunk after I’ve confessed to him how I feel.
Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, and not the best decision I’ve made in my life.
But maybe I’ll wake up in five minutes, and this will just be another one of my dreams.
My breathing comes in pants as Daniel lets his hand travel lower down my back a
nd I instantly heat everywhere for him. My heart pounds and my blood pressure rises. I’m almost afraid of how my body is reacting so intensely. He has to see it, but if he does, he doesn’t let on.
I don’t need Rae or a shrink or anyone to tell me I’m going to regret this. I know that already.
Maybe I can blame it on the alcohol.
Or the sudden flood of memories.
Sleep deprivation, that’s a good excuse too.
I don’t care what I blame it on. So long as it happens. I wanted him for so long, even if it was from a distance. An unrequited and forbidden lust, not love. I refuse to believe it was love.
I lost the chance long ago to have what I always wanted. There’s no way I won’t push for it now.
I watch as Daniel reaches for the doorknob but stops, dropping his hand and directing his gaze to me.
“What are you thinking?” Daniel asks me and instinctively I look up at him, swallowing hard and licking my lips. I love how his eyes flicker to them and I hesitantly reach up, spearing my fingers through his hair.
And he lets me.
He lowers his lips and gently brushes them against mine although he doesn’t kiss me yet. The lingering scents of whiskey and vodka mingle with my lust and love of bad decisions, giving me a heady feeling.
* * *
“I always knew you were bad for me,” I whisper against his lips as he bends down to kiss me. To actually press his hot lips against mine this time. His tongue demands entrance, licking against the seam of my lips and I grant him his wish. The heated kiss is short-lived and I’m left breathless.
I can feel his smile as he pulls away, taking the key from his pocket and licking his lower lip. I love how he does it like that. Slow and sensual and like he’s hiding a secret that thrills him to no end.
“Bad for you doesn’t even begin to cover it, Addison.”
Chapter 12
Daniel
* * *
Barely contained.
Everything about me is barely contained. All I can think about is ripping off Addison’s clothes and finally getting inside her tight cunt. I know she wants me. She’s sighing softly every time I let my skin touch hers, filling the night air with her little pants of need.
Tiny touches. It started out as a way to tease her as we walked back to the house I’m renting. Little caresses that made me smile at her desperation.
She’s so responsive. So needy.
I can’t fucking stand it.
I’ve always known I was selfish. It’s something my father said I inherited from him. He looked at me with pride when he said it too.
Tonight I’m going to take advantage of that particular trait of mine.
The front door swings open and it’s pitch black inside. I don’t waste my time stumbling for a light in the foyer.
I’m fucking her in my bed. I’ve already decided that.
“Daniel--” Addison gasps my name as I pick her up with one arm, forcing her legs to wrap around my hips. The door slams shut and I lock it as I crush my lips against hers.
My name. She’s gasping my name. She’ll scream it too. Hearing that hauntingly sweet voice say my name as if it’s the only word meant to fall from her lips is everything I’ve ever wanted. Fucking music to my ears.
She moans into my mouth and then pulls away to breathe, her neck arching as I press my stiff erection against her heat, pushing her into the door and nipping at her neck.
“Upstairs,” I groan against her hot skin although she doesn’t have a choice in the matter. I’ve only said it to remind myself that I’m not fucking her here.
Not just yet. Only seconds away. Only seconds.
I take the stairs two at a time, making her cling to me. My heart feels as though it’s losing control, beating chaotically. All the blood in my body must be in my dick. Her lips crash against my neck over and over and her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt.
“Daniel,” she moans and my name on her lips is a sin. I kick the bedroom door open and moonlight is shining through the blinds, giving me everything I need to see all of this.
I want to remember every detail. I can barely breathe and the alcohol is coursing through my blood, but I will remember every fucking detail of this night.
The bed groans with her surprised gasp as I toss her onto it and pull my shirt over my shoulders. She’s still trying to get her balance as I kick off my pants and crawl on the bed to get to her. My breaths are coming in short and frantic. I’d be embarrassed, but Addison is just the same. She’s just as eager and there isn’t a thing in this world that could make me feel more desire than the way she stares back at me with nothing but lust.
Something tears as I pull at her dress, ripping it off her shoulders and down her body. Before I take her panties off her to join the puddle of clothes by the bed, I cup her hot pussy as I kiss her again. And this time it’s me that moans into her mouth.
My dick is already impossibly hard, and precum is leaking from me at the feel of the silken fabric beneath my fingers, hot and damp with her arousal.
I don’t bother to take them off gently. But I never thought I would either. Shredding them with my hands, I ignore her gasp of surprise and quickly lower my mouth to her cunt.
She falls back onto the mattress, spearing her fingers through my hair as I lick her from her entrance to her clit.
So fucking sweet. Sweeter than the shots. Sweeter than the trace of wine on her lips as she kissed me.
There’s not enough time in a single night for everything I want to do to her. I barely pull myself off her clit to shove two fingers inside of her. I’m not gentle as I finger fuck her, thrusting as deep as I can go.
Her back arches, threatening to pull her pussy away from me, but I pin her hip down and curl my fingers up to stroke against her front wall. The sweet, strangled moans are everything I need and everything I’ve ever wanted.
I pause for only a second to watch her reaction. How her eyes are half-lidded but she’s staring at me. Her dark green eyes meet mine and I press my thumb to her swollen nub to see her throw her head back in pleasure. Her pussy clenches around my fingers with need.
“So tight,” I say with reverence.
“It’s been a while,” she breathes out while writhing.
* * *
I almost ask how long. Almost.
There’s a small voice in the back of my head that keeps hissing that she doesn’t belong to me and when she utters those words, I’m acutely aware of how my brother had her first.
He might have been her first, but I’ll ruin her.
I’ll make her mine and make her forget about any other man who’s touched her.
My dick throbs with a nearly unbearable pain from the desire to be inside her. To thrust into her and take her exactly how I’ve been picturing since I saw her four nights ago.
My fingers wrap around her throat, and at the same time I palm my dick.
“I want you to look at me,” I tell her although I’m breathing heavily. I feel her swallow against my grip and then she nods. Lining up my dick, I press the head between her folds and she shudders beneath me.
Her soft moan vibrates against my hand and then I slam all of me inside of her. Every bit of me, and I watch her eyes widen and her mouth drop open with a sharp gasp.
Fuck! She feels too good and she immediately spasms around my dick. I can’t move or breathe. If I do, I’ll cum with her without a second thought.
It takes every ounce of control I have to keep my eyes on hers. To watch her so I can remember this forever.
Her body trembles as she tries to bow her back, but I’m holding her down, making her take it all. Her hands reach up to her neck. Her nails are digging into my fingers as I thrust again and again, tightening my grip but still letting her breathe. Yes! I love how she lets me own her body. Mine. All mine.
Her cunt tightens around my cock to the point where it’s fucking strangling me the way I am her. The room is filled with the noises of me fucking her
relentlessly.
I loosen my grip as I pound into her and she sucks in a deep breath. Feeling her pant and struggle against me, my lips slam against hers. With her chest pressed against me, I can feel her heart beating just as hard against mine.
Her nails rake down my arms and I can tell she isn’t sure if she wants to cling to me for dear life or shove me away. I lift my lips from hers to breathe and she screams out my name with reverence. Her reaction only makes me fuck her harder, with every ounce of energy in me. Mine.
My fingers dig into her hips as I keep up my ruthless pace, each stroke taking me higher and higher to a pleasure that nearly makes me cum. My toes curl and I struggle to breathe, but I put every bit of energy into looking into her eyes.
As she screams out my name, her teeth clench and her heels dig into my ass. Her nails break the skin at my lower back as she cums violently on my dick.
My body begs me to give in and bury my head in the crook of her neck as I cum inside of her, but I can’t. Not yet.
Mine. The word slips from my lips as she screams out my name again. Her back arches while she struggles beneath me, shoving against my chest.
“Look at me,” I command her as I shove myself deep within her, all the way to the hilt, pausing for the first time since I’ve entered her. My dick slams against the back of her warmth, stretching her and forcing her lips to make a perfect “O.”
Her eyes meet mine, dilated with a wildness to them I’ve never seen. I brush my pubic hair against her clit, angling just slightly and rocking. Just to see how much she can take.
“Daniel,” she whimpers my name as she thrashes her head from side to side, cumming again even though I’ve stilled inside of her. Her pussy clenches and tries to milk my cock. And I groan from deep in my chest at the sensation. “Fuck,” I mutter then hold my breath and tense my body.
Not yet. I can’t cum yet.
It’s only once her release has passed and her body is still that I move again.