Addictive Lunacy (8 page)

             
“I am. I’m touching myself...so
good.
I need
—
Calum.
”

             
The dam shattered, mutual need hurtling forth. “Fuck, baby. You’re touching yourself right now?”

             
“Oh, God. Call me that again,” Liv pleaded, the pitch of her voice escalating in a way I hadn’t yet heard.

             
A way I had fantasized about too many times. My free hand pulled at the button on my jeans. The zipper was lowered, the sound of metal sliding down mixing with my loud pants. “Baby, answer me.”

             
Liv whimpered. My hand flew into my boxers, wrapping around my aching length and dragging it out.

             
“Calum.”

             
I groaned, teeth aching from the strain I was putting on my jaw. “Tell me.”

“I am. I
—
” my loud moan interrupted her, my dick pulsating hotly in my hand. “Ca-
—
Calum? What...oh. God. Tell me you’re touching it.”

             
“I am.” My voice was distorted, my cock
hurting
and on the verge. Liv’s desperate moan almost pushed me over the edge. I slid my fist up the length of my dick, pinching the tip and holding on for dear life.
Don’t come. Not yet. Don’t...

             
“Calum.
Ungh.
So wet...can’t live like this anymore...”

             
“Fuck, Liv,” I pleaded. “I can’t either. Baby
—
”

             
“Baby, it’s too good. Hearing you like that. About to
—
Oh fuck
!”

             
I grunted, disbelieving of what I was saying, still squeezing the tip of my cock harder. “Tell me that little pussy is wet for me.”  Too close. Too much. The words leaving my mouth surprised me but her response to them made the cum tingling at the tip of my dick nearly push its way out.

             
“
Yes,
Calum. I am. Baby, I’m aching for you.”

             
I snarled, my legs spreading and bracing my weight. It took all of my restraint not to thrust into my fist. Not to give into the pressure building at the base of my cock.

My eyes clenched tightly, so much that I literally saw white sparks. The darkness behind my lids wasn’t even enough to erase the image of Liv lying back with her fingers lost inside her.

             
“I need you. I can’t live like this anymore,” I rasped, nerves spasming. “I’m so hard for you I can’t fucking think most of the time...”

             
“Calum!”

             
I heard her orgasm tear through her, her breathless, high
–
pitched sounds sliding into me and going on full
–
attack. A harsh growl tumbled out of me and my fist slammed down the length of my cock, my hips taking off to the rhythm of her moans.

My own orgasm surged out of the tip of my cock, my body arching into it.

             
I heard the desperate sounds leaving me. Heard Liv whimpering and mewling in my ear. My fist pumped, out of my control, wringing out wave after wave of hot cum as it lashed out of me and right onto the door of my fridge.

             
I couldn’t bring myself to care that I was coming on my fucking fridge. Just
hearing
Liv having an orgasm had ripped apart something inside me. My own orgasm blistered and grew, almost knocking me off my feet.

             
I came back to reality in a rush. My breath rushed out in a staccato. Liv’s breathing mimicked my own, small moans mingled in between. I could just imagine her, draped across her bed, her legs still open. I could almost imagine how her pussy would look, wet and swollen from her orgasm.

             
Waiting for me.

             
“Calum?”

             
“Yes?” I looked down, cringing as I saw the cum literally sliding and dripping down the door of my fridge. Holy fuck, where did all of that come from? I’d been draining myself on a daily basis...

             
“I can’t stand this anymore. I need to...to...we need to see each other.”

             
Her words made my heart freaking stutter. I inhaled, trying to calm myself down while still eyeing the gross mess I’d made on the door of my fridge. “I’m ready whenever you are. I’ve only been waiting for your sake.”

             
“Come over now.”

             
“What?” There’s no way I just heard that right.
No way.

             
“It’s been a fucking month. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll text you the address.”

             
I just had to ask, “Are you sure?”

             
“Calum, do you want to see me?” Liv asked lightly.

             
“Of course I fucking do.”

             
“I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll text you my address. Let me know when you’re close.”

             
I didn’t even get another second to respond. She just hung up on me, leaving me standing there with my cock hanging out, cum dripping down my fridge, and my body roaring back to life. My phone vibrated one second later and I knew without looking that it was her address.

             
I debated it for one more second before snapping into action. I shoved my cock back into my jeans and rushed to find my damned shoes. I wouldn’t question what in the world was happening since I had a good idea why she’d lost her patience. I’d been on that edge for over two weeks.

             
I literally jumped into my shoes, grabbed my wallet and ran out the door. It wasn’t until I was in the elevator heading down that I looked at the text and realized something staggering.

             
Liv’s address? It was three blocks from where I lived. This whole time, she’d been right there.

             
Fucking shit.

9

             
I
stepped out of the store, wine bottle in hand. I rushed down the block, passing another store. Flowers caught my eye. I about-faced and ran up to the flower stand. Once there, I realized that I had no idea what type Liv liked.

Sighing, I picked out what looked like the nicest bouquet of mixed flowers. I paid the lady by the stand and almost turned to rush down the block when I remembered.

             
Condoms. Might be a good idea.
Right. I turned back and ran into the store. Once I had found and purchased a small box, I ran back out, dropping the box in my pocket.

My phone vibrated. I took it out, seeing a text from Liv right as I got in front of her apartment building.

             
‘
When do you think you’re going to be here?’ -L.

             
I was about to respond to her when I looked up and caught a glimpse of blond. I squinted, somehow recognizing the blond shortie I was seeing in the lobby. She was a cute little thing in shorts, a tank-top, and sandals. I stared at the bag in her hand, wondering what she’d gone out to get.

             
Still smiling, I sent her a text just as I walked in through the glass door.

             
‘
Is that wine? ‘Cause I just got a bottle of my own. Guess we’re getting drunk tonight?’ -C.

I walked towards Liv, feeling oddly brainless as a rush went through me. She had been talking with the man at the security desk when she stopped to check her phone. I smiled, stopping a mere foot behind her short self.

Her head whipped up right after she read the text.

             
That sweet smell that seemed attached to her drifted up to me. I’d spent hours pondering her scent and taste, wondering why it called to me so and why I found it so addictive.

I didn’t know how she managed to smell the way that she did but there was no denying that it reminded me of cupcakes. Sweet, delicious cupcakes.

I fucking loved cupcakes. I had since I was a kid. Add that taste to her flowery scent and sorry, my reaction was only natural. She was giving off “pheromones” made specifically to drive me insane.

I was dying to bury my face between her legs and smell her in full heat. Feel her around me as she...

             
Livana looked up, turning and clashing eyes with me.  Her mouth fell wide open. I'll never forget the way her chest jumped. The way her eyes smoldered even as she stared at me in surprise.

Her breaths held me frozen and captivated. My eyes followed each inhale. Each shuddering exhale. The way her chest moved with each one.

She was unbelievable. There was no other way to describe it. She looked too delectable in her cute little outfit. Comfortable and perfect for what I was dying for.  I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at her.

Fuck me.

Just...
look at her....

“Calum?”

Her voice sliced through me, searing and delicious all at once. Damn it. It had actually been
easier to be around her before
I’d heard her coming for me over the phone.

My brain was too incoherent. Too susceptible. It sucked every detail of her in. Like the little birthmark she had at the corner of her eye.

Would I ever be normal again?

Fuck no, I wouldn't.

“Livana,” I finally said.

Several heads turned towards me, people walking back and forth in the lobby turning to watch the odd couple standing there and looking at each other.  No doubt because they'd heard my tone.

Liv clearly heard it, as well. I sucked in a breath between clenched teeth, watching as Liv's skin flushed. She tensed
,
blinked slowly and her chest heaved with a breath. I stared, fixated. I'd never wanted to see a woman's breasts so badly.

Fuck that. I wanted to come all over them. Just cover her and claim her and...

You’re out of your mind, Calum. Relax!

Liv
was the first one to snap
out of it. I wondered if it had been something that she'd seen in my face.
Not that it mattered
because she was finally moving.

“Come with me,” was all she said as she began walking. She turned and started heading towards the elevators with me following right behind.

My eyes fell to her ass. Her shorts were so tight it barely contained the thing. My mouth watered, mimicking my dick and almost overflowing as I imagined what she looked like underneath.

Liv surprised me by walking straight towards the first elevator that opened up. Of course, I followed, my heart pounding and my dick following suit. I hadn’t noticed until too late what a mistake it was to walk behind her.

She cut in front of another couple that had been waiting. I gave them an apologetic smile while following her straight in. They must have sensed the tension between Liv and me because they didn’t bother trying to get in.

             
And Liv didn’t even bother to try to wait for them. She hit the button to close the door and the moment it did, we were closed in together. Her scent was even stronger than I remembered.

I heard myself groan, my eyes frozen on her. The bouquet in my hand was being crushed in my fist, a byproduct of me trying to hold back from grabbing her.

Liv was repeatedly pressing the button leading to her floor even though the elevator had already started moving.

I smirked, taking in how she lightly trembled.

“Are those for me?” she finally asked, voice breathless and low as she looked at the flowers in my hand.

“Yeah,” I replied, hearing how gruff my voice sounded.  I handed her the flowers, careful not to touch her hand.

We were too wound up. The fact that she seemed just as anxious as me was only fueling my need. If I touched her at any time before we were in her apartment, whoever happened to get into the elevator would be in for one hell of show.

Liv took the flowers with shaking hands. I watched her, unable to even blink, as she brought the bouquet up to her face and inhaled delicately.

I
exhaled
sharply, shocked by how the color of the flowers seemed to reflect off her cheeks. It was
delicious
, the red that shown just beneath the first few layers of her skin.

I ached to lean in and nuzzle her face. Press
my lips to that succulent cheek then follow them with my teeth. Suck in the taste of her until I was completely drunk by it... Just imagining it was enough to make me dizzy.