Look After Me (23 page)

It takes only one incredible taste.

And I’m hooked.

She’s like her own unique brand of drug but better, less dangerous. She’s a healthy addiction—an addiction I don’t think I’ll ever recover from.
Not after tasting what she has to offer.

I indulge in Addison’s sweetness and my body heats with sexual awareness. I spin her in my arms and the glazed look of lust I see in Addison’s eyes has me slamming my mouth on hers. I assault her with my tongue as her sweet taste assaults my body and mind. Her moans rocket through me and I pull her into me, ignorant of the fact we’re surrounded by people through our unbridled passion. If I don’t stop this now, I’m afraid I’m going to bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her. I need her in the primal way a man has never needed a woman before. I need my cock inside her pussy. Now. I want her, here and now and hell if I’m going to wait any longer.

Fuck it.

Pulling my mouth away from hers, I take her by the hand and drag her away from the balcony, inside the VIP suite and head straight to the bathroom. The sound of the band playing becomes more distant with every step we take. The moment we’re inside with the door securely locked, I crash my lips onto hers, pushing her backwards until her ass meets the sink. I lift her by her thighs and sit her on the sink, my cock-strained crotch moving between her legs, putting heavy pressure against her pussy. She groans into my mouth as her hips involuntary thrust into mine, her hands coming up to my hair, fiercely gripping the strands with her fingers, pulling me closer. I turn into a man possessed as I tear at her clothes, desperate to have her out of them. I remove her purse and shrug the jacket from her shoulders, but just as I’ve tugged the t-shirt over her head, she pulls away, heavily panting.

“Seb-Sebastian,” she says with a strained gulp, “What are we doing?”

I look her straight in the eye as I fumble with the button of her jeans. “All I know is that I need you. I fucking need you. I can’t fight it any longer.” Her chest rises and falls at the impact of my words as my fingers work her zipper. I pull her jeans over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in only a black lace bra and panties.

Holy fuck she’s hot.

“B-But what . . . y-you s-said . . . friends . . . n-not wanting t-to . . . to ruin w-what we have?” she pants through exhaled breaths.

I smile in victory. I’ve made her a jumbled mess.

I unbutton my shirt, watching as Addison’s eyes trace the lines and grooves of my stomach greedily. She sexily licks her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. I bring that bottom lip into my mouth and suck it instead.

I pull away, my lips hovering over hers. “Maybe we can be friends who have sex,
mind blowing sex.
”

She takes another heavy gulp as her fingers trace my stomach, causing my already painfully hard dick to harden even more. “Like friends with benefits?”

I bring my hands up to her bra and yank it from her body in one smooth move, tearing at the material but I’m too damn horny to give a shit. Addison grunts at the sudden move, her fingers gripping my shoulders harshly with her nails.

“You can call it whatever you want but I need to bury myself inside you
now,
” I grit through my teeth. My hands cup both of her breasts, enjoying the heavy feel of them as my fingers tweak her hard nipples. Another moan escapes her lips and I capture it with my mouth. After sucking her bottom lip, I pull away for a brief moment.

“Do you want me, Addison? Do you want my cock inside you? Just say the word and I’m all yours.”

She cries out at the impact of my words, “Yes.”

My mouth slams back onto hers, lapping and sucking her tongue in precise movements. One of my hands falls from her tits, down to her panties, and I brush my finger against the center of her panty-covered pussy. Addison rocks her hips forward and a beautiful moan leaves her mouth. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy. I do it again, but this time I slide the piece of material to the side, feeling the slickness of her hot pussy against my fingers. Her bare skin is everything I could have imagined. I pull away and my gaze falls on her wet juicy pussy. I’m surprised I don’t come on the spot. It’s a beautiful sight. Wondering if it’s as tight as it looks, I slide my finger along her moist slit, then slowly find her entrance. Inserting my finger fully inside, the walls of her pussy squeeze against my finger and I almost explode in my jeans.

Fuck.

She breathlessly moans and I pull my finger out, only to slide it back in again, this time with more force. “Oh God,” she groans. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and when I add a second finger and begin to pick up speed, I watch as she quickly becomes a crumbled mess, screaming out my name.

As she comes down from her intense orgasm, I pull both my jeans and boxer shorts down my legs. They hang around my ankles as I hold my cock to her pussy and slowly slide the purple head inside her entrance, hissing as her greedy tight pussy takes my entire dick.

“Holy fuck.”

I shudder at the intense feeling, stilling for a moment to appreciate the way her pussy feels against my dick. It definitely feels like a long time coming. I forgot how amazing this was and the fact that it’s Addison’s pussy wrapped around my dick is like a dream come true. She’s perfect. So fucking perfect.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, threading her fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands.

“You feel incredible,” I say as my mouth meets hers, circling her tongue with my own. I pull out and slam back inside, causing her entire body to shudder under mine.

“Sebastian!” she screams, which only fuels my induced state of lust. “Fuck . . .” she moans through a breathless exhale. “Harder, please, harder!”

The caged animal that I had no idea existed is suddenly unleashed. I thrust my hips into hers, pounding against her flesh brutally, my fingers gripping against her hips so intensely that I have no doubt they’ll leave bruises in their wake. Her screams echo around the bathroom and the sound of her impending orgasm only increases my sexual hunger. I’m thrusting like a crazed man, faster and harder until my climax hits me like a ton of bricks. Addison’s pussy constricts around my dick through her own climax and I come hard. Harder than I’ve come in my entire life, spilling my essence inside her pussy, groaning into her neck.

“Um, wow. I think you’ve broken my vagina,” I hear Addison say once I’ve come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I chuckle into her neck with a kiss. I pull back and look at her flushed self, a satisfied glow enhancing her beauty. I can’t wait until I can do that again with her because now that I’ve had her once, my appetite has only increased. Just the thought of repeating it has my dick hardening.

“Your vagina feels perfect to me,” I say with a cheeky thrust of my hips, causing a half laugh and a half moan to escape her swollen lips. I lean forward and brush a gentle kiss against said lips.

“That was amazing,” I whisper before claiming her mouth. After a few seconds, I finally pull away and brush my fingers through the mass of her hair. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She smirks.

I laugh as I pull out of her, but my laugh is short lived when I see the residue of my come drip from her pussy and onto the floor. I take a quick look at my cock and my eyes bulge with panic when I see that I’m completely bare.
Shit.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” I say with a heavy sigh. I can’t believe I forgot to wrap up. Who the fuck forgets something so important such as a condom?

“Well, I’m not on the pill but I have the implant, so you can stop worrying. And before you ask, I’m clean.”

I frown. “That hadn’t even crossed my mind. I trust you. I’m clean too. I got tested in rehab after, you know . . .”

She gives a look of understanding, and I’m thankful I don’t have to go into my irresponsible past that included screwing my drug buddy without any recollection of even doing the deed.

She smiles and jumps off the sink, my attention suddenly on her tits and the way they jiggle from the sudden movement. “We should head back out before somebody needs to use the bathroom.”

I can hear her words, but I’m unable to understand them because I’m transfixed on her naked perfection. A bra hits me in the face, shaking me out of my reverie.

“Are you just going to stand there with your pants around your ankles for the rest of the night?”

I smile. “No but it can be arranged.”

Her gaze flickers down to my semi-hard dick before looking back up at me, a flush covering every inch of her naked skin. My nostrils flare with the sudden alpha tendency to bend her over the sink and destroy her pussy all over again. Her eyes glaze over when she takes another flickering glance at my hardening cock, but my fantasy doesn’t pan out when the sound of knocking pulls us from our daze. Her amused laughter fills the room.

“Come on, we’d better get dressed.”

I sigh loudly before bending down to grab my jeans and pull them up my hips. She shimmies into her jeans, then pulls her crumpled t-shirt over her head. “You’ve completely ruined my bra,” she says lifting it up.

I shrug. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
It was so worth it.

We finish getting dressed and while I clean up my mess, she stuffs her bra in the trash can. The knocking gets more persistent, and as much as I want to tell the person on the other side of the door to shut the hell up so I can go for round two with Addison, I don’t. Instead, I open the door and smile triumphantly at the person responsible for the impatient knocking. She does a double take and gasps when Addison and I emerge together. I feel the utmost urge to beat my fists against my chest and bellow at the top of my lungs, “I’ve just had hot gorilla sex!” but instead, I grasp Addison’s hand and pull her back into the direction of the balcony. The concert is still going strong as we resume our original positions and I enjoy the rest of the concert with a huge ass smile on my face.

After the concert, we grab a cab back to her place where a strange awkwardness seems to float between us. We haven’t really discussed what happened earlier and what it means for our friendship. I know the words ‘friends with benefits’ came up moments before we were fucking each other’s brains out but we need to discuss it when we’re not fueled by desire and hormones. In the heat of the moment, everything can seem different compared to the reality of things. The heat of the moment can lead to situations where common sense is easily forgotten. But the reality, after everything has cooled off and you’re thinking rationally, can lead to regret. It might be my paranoia speaking but the moment the music stopped and the house lights turned on she suddenly became distant, not her usual perky self.

Tonight, however, was definitely a turning point for me. For the first time since my life turned into a black ridden cesspool, my heart didn’t feel the ache that had become a daily recurrence. The emptiness I usually feel, and the hollowness that burns through my chest, didn’t register on my radar. It was as if it no longer existed, almost as if I was healed.

Addison has become such an important structure in my life that the thought of her
not
in it tears me up inside. I know I can never give her the world she truly deserves, and I know blurring the lines of our friendship is a bad idea—the worst idea I’ve ever had, in fact. But there’s no way we can go back to being just platonic friends. It’s an impossible notion to even contemplate. I want her and I’m no longer fighting this attraction. I just hope she feels the same way.

She returns from the kitchen with two sodas in hand and places them on the coffee table. “Are you okay?” I ask when she barely gives me a side glance.

She gives me a distant smile, taking a seat beside me. “Yeah, I always feel a little bummed after a concert.”

“How come?”

“You get to be a part of this amazing experience. You get lost in the music, almost like you’re in another world, but then the lights come on and reality hits you in the face. The concert is now a thing of the past. It’s a transition I’ve always struggled with.” She gives out a soft laugh. “I’ll get over it by the morning.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” I can’t shake the feeling that the solemn look etched along her face, is more to do with me, than the concert.

“What do you mean?”

I scrub my hand down my face, trying to find the right words. When I realize there aren’t any, I just say the first thing that comes to my mind. “Do you regret what happened earlier?”

Her brows furrow. “No, why do you ask?”

I glance down at my hands for a brief moment before looking back at her, quickly feeling the self-esteem being stripped from me. “It just seemed as if you did. You looked sad and I thought maybe it was because of me.”

“Sebastian.” She shifts closer and takes my hand with her own. I watch as our fingers entwine and I’m amazed at how one simple touch can set my body alight. She pauses for a moment as she glances down at our hands. “That was . . . wow. It was amazing.” She flushes then looks up at me, but not before blowing out a shuddery breath. “Quite possibly the best sex I’ve ever had.”