Her legs start to tremble as she approaches the crest of her climax. Growling, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and then catch it firmly between my teeth. Addison throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth clenched to stifle her scream as she finally comes.
“Fuck, yeah, darlin’,” Austin purrs with praise. “That’s it. Give it to him, every last drop.”
I watch with prideful satisfaction as pleasure rips through her in jerky waves. Greedily, I lick into her entrance to drink from her, groaning as she bathes my tongue in her sweet essence. When the contractions in her pussy die down to mere flutters, I give her clit one last flick. She recoils with a gasp from over-stimulation, and my amused chuckle is tinged with wickedness.
“Sensitive, baby?” I ask, wiping a hand over the lower half of my face to clean her juices from around my mouth as I stand.
She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. “I’ll live. Just give me a minute.”
“What do you say, Rowdy?” I ask, holding her gaze captive and giving her a cocky smirk as I take out a condom and tear the foil packet. “Can she get a minute?”
His voice drops, strained from the mounting erotic tension arcing between the three of us. “Finish her,” he orders. “Ruthless style.”
“My fucking pleasure.”
I shove my pants and boxer briefs past my ass and roll the condom down my cock, barely holding back the tortured hiss the touch causes me. Despite her request for a short reprieve, hunger shines in Addison’s aqua eyes, fueling the fiery need I have to bury myself inside her. Stroking my iron-hard dick, I issue a command. “Get on your hands and knees, Ms. Paige.”
She does as she’s told and the sight of her ass poised in front of me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I almost lose myself to the fantasy of taking the time for a spanking session. The thought of seeing that creamy, pale skin redden as she twitches and writhes beneath my palms is almost too much to resist, but I manage.
“Spread your legs,” I say, tapping the inside of her thighs. “All the way, as far as you can go.” The stockings allow her knees to slide out to the sides in one fluid motion, but she’s controlling it, drawing it out and putting on a show. “That’s it. Bring that pussy down here for me.”
When she’s fully splayed, I damn near lose my shit. Her glistening wet pussy lips are kissing the polished mahogany of my desk. If I ever get anything done in this office again, it’ll be a miracle. I step in close, rubbing the tip of my cock around her waiting hole then glance the ball of my apa piercing over her clit and chuckle when she jolts. Twisting her hair around one hand, I pull back to give her body the beautiful arch I love to see, then I line myself up and sink into her heat.
Addison cries out as I curse a blue streak and force myself to hold still so she can adjust around my shaft.
“Holy fucking shit,” she gasps. “I thought I imagined how good you felt inside of me.”
“Glad to hear I’m not a disappointment.” I can’t help my smug grin as I begin moving, fucking her slow and deep to the sounds of her moaning. Looking down, I watch her swallow me again and again. My hands trail down her body to grip her hips and yank her onto my dick to meet my thrusts. Every muscle on her is sculpted and toned, but her ass still jiggles with every smack of our flesh, and it makes me hot to see all the ways I affect her body with mine.
“God, Roman, I’ve never been so full. Feels so. Fucking. Good,” she says in time with the slap of my balls on her clit as I pick up the pace, fast losing my control.
I’m not coherent enough to answer. I’m drowning in the sensations of fucking Addison, feeling her cunt clench me like a fist, so tight and hot and slippery wet. I surrender to the beast with nothing on his mind other than to rut until spent, but it doesn’t matter because Austin knows how to complement my actions with his words.
“Ever get fucked in the ass, Addie?”
“Yes,” she rasps between pants.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
Jealousy spikes through me at the thought of another man having any part of her, but I push it aside. A temporary claim is one thing, but I have no room in my life for the kind of claim that came with jealousy like that.
Austin speaks again, sparing me from getting too sidetracked. “Then you’ll love DP. You think you’re full now… Wait until his cock is in your tight pussy and mine is stretching your little asshole. Then you’ll be full.”
“Oh Jesus God,” she whispers.
The image of doing a double penetration on Addison snaps what’s left of my control. Growling, I pull her body up against mine, locking her to me with my left arm to hold her right shoulder as I piston inside her fast and hard. Her head falls back on my chest and she reaches behind to dig her nails into the hollows of my ass cheeks. With my free hand, I reach down and rub over her clit, working her into another frenzied orgasm.
“Yesyesyesyesyes— Oh God I’m going to— Yes, I’m— Coming!”
“Fuuuuuuck!” I bury my face in her neck and roar as she clamps around my cock and I empty my balls, spurt after spurt of cum that I wish was filling her pussy instead of a condom. Something to work on for the future.
I give her slow, lazy thrusts to help her come down from her climax, and hold her tightly as the erratic aftershocks roll through her. Her pulse races beneath soft skin as I trail open-mouthed kisses over her throat, up her jaw, and finally capture her in a kiss more tender and reverent than the carnal one I intended. She melts into me, inviting me inside to caress her tongue with mine.
Reluctantly as hell, I pull away, knowing we can’t stay like we are forever. I cut a quick glance at my phone and notice the call light is off, confirming that the click I’d heard before was Austin hanging up. I’m glad he signed off early. A selfish part of me likes the fact that it was just me and Addison when we came together, no one else sharing in our moment. I’ll have to thank him for that—for all of it, really—when I talk to him later.
Unable to put it off any longer, I edge my hips back to slip my softening cock from her body. She clenches around me as I retreat and whimpers in protest, a sound made all the sweeter for her desperation to keep me within her.
“Shhh, wildcat,” I whisper against her lips. “Now that I can have you whenever I want, I have every intention of filling your sweet cunt as often as possible.”
She sighs, and her eyes are lit with relief and contentment. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
Hold you… Suddenly, I want to hold her, and before I can analyze it to death, I quickly dispose of the condom, and pull up my underwear and pants enough that I’m tucked in and decent. Swiping my shirt from the floor, I help her put it on. As I free her hair from inside the shirt, I catch her discreetly lift the edge of the collar to her nose and inhale. “I’ll be happy to mark you with my scent every damn morning if you like it that much.”
A blush steals into her cheeks, compelling me to chase the color with the pads of my thumbs before kissing her with a gentle tug on her lower lip. Then I gather her into my chest and settle back into my chair with her sitting sideways in my lap, her stockinged feet on my right leg and her knees tucked high.
Nuzzling her face into the hollow between my neck and shoulder, she lets out a big yawn. I chuckle and wrap my arms around her, setting my chin on top of her head. I loathe the idea of breaking this bubble we’re in, but I can’t avoid asking her. I need to know where she stands after this. Her answer will determine if this is where things end, or it’s just the beginning.
“Addison.”
“Hmm?” she asks sleepily.
“Was that okay?” I feel her stiffen for the briefest of moments. “With Austin, I mean. I probably shouldn’t have blindsided you with it but—”
She lifts her head to lock her gaze onto mine. Deep, sea-blue pools swirl with honesty and an openness I’ve never given anyone. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, she says, “Being with you like that was incredible. It was very okay, and I look forward to you
showing me more.”
Relief mixes with the heavy lust and excitement of what showing her more means. Looks like this is only the beginning.
Chapter Sixteen
Addison
Jane and I grab our iced lattes from the barista at Brewpoint Coffee and make our way outside to the large wooden bench area in front of the cafe. We plop down in the open spots on the end with audible groans of relief.
“Since when did you become such a slave driver?” she complains, working the muscles of one calf with her hands.
It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. Janey suggested going to breakfast, but I got her to agree to a run instead. Apparently, I pushed us a little harder than usual. I couldn’t help it, though. I just had so much energy needing to get burned off. Which is surprising, since you’d think any adrenaline would have burned off by now with all the orgasms Roman has given me in the last couple of weeks. I mean, it works for a few hours; the man makes me come until I don’t have the strength to do more than drag air into my lungs. But as soon as I recover, he does or says something that revs me right back up, and I feel like I can run a marathon in my heels.
“Maybe you’re just out of shape now that Chance never lets you leave his side,” I respond, sounding a little disgruntled on purpose. I’ll admit I was jealous of the time he spent with her when they first got together, but when I saw how happy he makes my best friend, I can’t honestly begrudge either of them of their ooey-gooey love stuff.
Abandoning her leg, Jane draws her brows together and crosses her arms in that lecturing-mom pose she does so well. “Addie, I’ve been trying to get together with you for at least two weeks now, so don’t go blaming Chance like he’s an evil dragon keeping me chained in a tower.”
I chuckle and hold my hands up in supplication. “Relax, Janey, I was kidding. No need to protect Thor from your Big Bad Best Friend.” She unfolds her arms and rolls her eyes at me, but at least her hackles aren’t still raised. To further smooth things over, I say, “I’m aware our lack of girl-time lately is my fault. I’ve just been busy.”
“You’ve just been busy? Or you’ve been busy getting busy?” Jane laughs at her own lame joke, and I can’t help but join her. She’s got the dorkiest sense of humor sometimes, and I love it.
I haven’t told Jane about me and Roman yet, which has been hard in some aspects and easy in others. Since I’ve always shared everything with her, it’s been weird not going to her right away and spilling every detail like I normally would. But this whole thing is so different, for so many reasons, that I’ve been hesitant to say anything in case the whole experiment blew up in my face. But, knock on wood, things are going really smooth. So it’s time to bite the bullet.
“Both,” I say before biting down on my straw and sipping my drink through my smile.
“You’re having sex? How long? With who?”
I raise an eyebrow at the volume with which she just spouted her rapid-fire questions. Jane claps a hand over her mouth as a woman a few feet away peers over her newspaper with a look of disdain on her face. I meet her gaze and say, “Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t appreciate a healthy session of bedroom acrobatics.”
When she’s properly blushing, with a secretive grin she tries to hide behind her paper, I nod and turn my attention back to Jane. “Yes, I’m having amazing sex.”
“How long?” A wicked grin starts edging onto my face, but she knows me too well and quickly adds, “I mean how long it’s been going on. I’m not asking for his attributes in inches.”
I chuckle but relent and answer. “Coincidentally, a little over two weeks.”
“Coincidentally, my ass. No wonder you haven’t had time to grab coffee. You’ve been grabbing something a lot more fun. It’s a worthy excuse.” She breaks into a huge smile and holds up a hand for me to high-five, which I do. “And who’s the lucky man? Anyone I know?”
She looks at me expectantly as she raises her drink and sips. I have no idea how she’s going to react. This should be interesting. “It’s Roman.” Jane’s eyes fly wide, and she starts choking. I pat her hard on the back and hand her my napkin, which she uses to cover her mouth as she coughs. “Shit, Janey, don’t die on me. Chance will kill me.”
Brushing off my concern, she finally takes a steadying breath before leaning in to stage-whisper so Miss Judgy, or anyone else, doesn’t get an earful. “Are you saying that you’ve been ‘getting busy’ with Roman Roman? As in Ruthless Roman? As in I-refuse-to-even-touch-my-friend’s-friends Roman?”
I flip the tail of my long braid behind my shoulder and lift my chin a touch. “You act like you doubt my lady prowess, Janey. I’m hurt.”
“If I ever doubted it before, I never will again, that’s for damn sure.” She falls back against the bench, awe still on her face as she shakes her head. “I can’t believe you’re dating Roman Reeves. Does Chance know about this? Ooh, if he already knows and hasn’t told me, he’ll be sorry.”
“Easy, Killer. I have a feeling Thor is just as clueless as you were. And I’m not dating Roman. We’re just having fun outside of the office. Totally casual. It’s no big thing.”
“You say that, but considering the man you’re doing it with, it’s kind of a big thing. I don’t think you realize how adamant he was about not having anything to do with you. Though, I suppose once you started working together, it probably made things pretty hard.”
“Oh, you could definitely say that,” I say, snickering. When she doesn’t laugh, I notice her lost in thought, chewing her straw into a crumpled stick. “What is it?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” Her gaze flits to me for half a second before she makes a show of studying the people passing on the cobblestone sidewalk.
“You’re full of shit. I know that look. What aren’t you saying, Janey?”
She stops gnawing on the straw as she debates whether to spill or not. I could press her, but it’s not necessary. I know she’ll cave. I just have to wait her out.
“Okay, but I’m only saying something because I think you should know so you can be prepared if it ever comes up in conversation or whatever.”
I nod, trying not to show how nervous I suddenly am at whatever she’s about to tell me. I want her to stop and hurry up all at once. “You’re doing it for my well-being. Understood.”
“You know how when you get serious with someone, your past—including sexual partners and/or experiences comes up in conversation? Well, in the interest of full disclosure, Chance has told me some things that also relate to Roman.”
“Yeahhhhh?” I drag it out with a questioning inflection to encourage her to continue.
Again she leans over as she whispers conspiratorially to me. “Roman has a thing for group sex. And not the kind with more chicks, either. I mean like he brings in other guys, and a lot of times it was with Austin or Chance. Sometimes both. Can you imagine?”
Oh, I can do better than just imagine. “Wow, that’s crazy,” I say and start mangling my own straw. But apparently I didn’t inject enough shock into my tone because Jane is instantly hip to me.
“You don’t sound surprised.” Her brows draw in as she sorts out the puzzle, and then shoot toward her hairline. “In fact, you actually look kind of guilty.”
I wave her off. “Don’t be ridiculous. You ready to head home?”
“Addison Laverne Paige.” I gasp, pressing a hand to my chest like she physically delivered a blow. I treat my hideous middle name like it’s Voldemort and deadly if uttered aloud. “Tell me what you’re hiding, or I start using it as your first name. Often and loudly.”
“That’s just cruel,” I say with a pout, but my friend is unmoved as she resumes her I mean business arms-crossing pose. I could technically grit my teeth about the name thing and hold out on her—after all, that’s what the brat did to me when she and Chance started screwing like rabbits—but the truth is, I want to tell her just as much as I don’t. I’m not typically a person who flounders, but right now I could us
e some of Janey’s input. “Okay, but let’s walk. I’m too fidgety.”
We grab our drinks and give up our spots in favor of strolling down West Park Avenue. It’s a beautiful Saturday, and at not quite eight in the morning, the activity is mostly people out for some form of exercise, whether it’s a bike ride, a run, or even walking their dogs. In a couple of hours, the shoppers and lunch patrons will join the mid-day exercisers for a more diverse crowd. I really like Jane’s neighborhood. Elmhurst has a very historic and settled feel to it.
“Addie, if you don’t want to tell me—”
“No, that’s not it. I do want to tell you, I’m just not sure what you’ll think.” The last thing in the world I want is for her to think I’m some kind of sick deviant who doesn’t have respect for myself or my body. Nothing is further from the truth. I’m a believer in the cliché adage “my body is my temple,” and that goes for everything else. I have never and will never let a man disrespect me or my body.
But I’ll admit, there’s been a teeny-tiny part of me that, after the excitement was over and I had to look at myself in the mirror the next morning, wondered if I hadn’t allowed myself to be taken advantage of. And that’s what’s been eating at me ever since. That’s what I need help sorting out.
“Hey.” Jane stops me with a hand on my arm and pulls me down to sit on an available city bench. “In a million years I will never judge you. You know that, right?”
I bite on my lower lip and decide to just blurt it out. “Even if I messed around and had sex with Roman in his office afterhours while Austin was on speakerphone telling me what to do?”
Her jaw practically unhinges, but she quickly recovers, whispering, “Oh my God, that is so…” I close my eyes, ready for my judgement. “…fricking hot.”
My lids snap open. “What?”
“I said it’s fricking hot.”
I’m silent as a couple jogs by, the woman pushing a jogging stroller with their baby. We all smile and give friendly waves, and once they’re safely out of earshot, I shift sideways on the bench. “So you don’t think it’s, I don’t know, slutty or whatever?”