ADDICTED TO HIM II (15 page)

Armani

“Who’s coming back?” Joe asked me with the letter in his hands. I looked up at him in fear as my heart hammered in my chest.

“He can’t come back,” I whispered. I didn’t realize how afraid I was until the realization of what just happened to me set in. It’s funny how I was abducted, tortured, then dropped off at the hospital but none of that registered until I came back home and found this letter.

“Who?” Joe asked and clenched his jaws. You’d think we’d known each other all of our lives versus a couple of hours, based on his current reaction.

“Steve,” I said and looked around. If he knows I’m ok, then that means he knows I’m not in the hospital anymore. I don’t know how much he knows about me but I don’t know enough about him to sit idle. What the fuck I look like sitting around waiting on him to come get me.

“I can’t stay here. He’s going to come back and kill me,” I said and stared Joe directly in his eyes.

“Calm down,” he said as he placed his hands on my shoulders. “Damn, he got you fucked up shaking and shit,” Joe said and frowned before he led me back to his car. “Aye, I got a condo you can crash in,” he said once we got in the car.

“Will you be there with me?” I asked, hoping he would say yes.

“Hell naw! I’ve lived with a bitch before and I’m not doing that shit again! Nope! Na, ain’t gone happen,” he said as he pulled off, while shaking his head. One thing I’d noticed about Joe was he was a real big asshole! He’s like my very own sour patch kid because he ate this pussy like he was sweet.

“I don’t want to be alone Joe,” I said and looked over at him, while fighting back tears.

“Well, how about I take you back home and when Steve come get you, then you won’t be alone,” he said and looked at me as he continued to drive. I know I shouldn’t have been turned on given the circumstances but he had me wanting some more of that meat! I don’t know if it was his rudeness or the fact that he didn’t give a fuck about life, considering how fast he was driving while looking at me.

“Ok, I guess I have no choice,” I said and faced forward, preparing to drop it.

“There’s always a choice,” he said before turning his music back on. I’m figuring him out, even though it’s only been a few hours since I met him. I do know his communication skills sucked!

We pulled up to a set of condos and I could have shitted bricks! Remember my sponsor, Dave? The one that Tamia’s been dating. The one that took me out for breakfast the day the cabbie took me? Yes, well he owns these condos. “Fuck!” I thought to myself. If I stayed inside of the one Joe’s renting, then we won’t run into each other. My pussy felt tingly as I remembered our last sexual encounter.

*Knock, knock, knock*

I swung the door open because I already knew it was Dave. He barged in, kissing me roughly as we pulled each other’s clothes off and tossed them on the floor on the way to my room. We entered my room and he used his foot to kick the door closed. I backed away from him and did the come here motion with my finger. He pushed me back on the bed and stood there staring at me, taking me all in. He then left a trail of kisses, softly sucking my skin each time from my ear to my waistline.

I laid across my bed, anticipating his warm mouth feasting on my love tunnel. I could feel his breath as he lightly blew my clit, sending chills up my spine. He started to kiss my inner thighs, getting closer to my girl but then he moved away, teasing me. I swear I wanted to punch him on the top of his head.

“C’mon daddy!” I begged.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Taste it,” I replied and he slowly stuck his tongue in and then went right back to my thigh.

“Dammit, why you stop?” I wined.

“You said taste it. Tell me what you want!” he demanded.

“Devour this pussy daddy,” I moaned. He dove in without missing a beat. He licked, sucked, and slurped all on my girl and before I knew it, my legs were shaking. He grabbed them, locking them under his arms and holding me still as he continued to eat me into a frenzy. In one swift motion, he flipped me over onto my stomach and started to finger my girl with his tongue in my ass.

“You love me?” he asked before he stuck his tongue back in my ass.

“Yes! Daddy, I love you!” I replied because I couldn’t think straight with his tongue in my ass. I would’ve said anything he wanted me to.

He removed his fingers and slammed his dick in me then pulled it out and popped my pussy with his hand before slamming back into me. He did this three times then pulled out and stuck his tongue back in my ass, and I came every fucking where. We continued to fuck for the next hour. It wasn’t until he started calling me a sneaky bitch that I realized he must have found out about my others.

“Don’t move!” he said.

“Ok daddy, I’m bout to cum again,” I replied because at this point, I have to do whatever I need to do to make sure he doesn’t suspect anything.

“Keep doing that shit!” he demanded and I’m confused because I’m not doing anything but being still. But hey, when your pussy this good, you don’t have to do much for a nigga to think you’re doing the most. “You like this dick, don’t you, sneaky bitch?” he said sliding in and out of me slowly.

“Yes daddy!” I screamed because out of all four sponsors, he’s my runner up!

“You want this dick, sneaky bitch?” he asked fucking me hard. I mean this nigga is long dicking me!

“Yes daddy! Aaaaagh” I yelled, feeling my body quiver.

“Well, cum for me,” he said. And as if on cue, I had the most intense orgasm ever!

“You gone sit in the car playing in your pussy all day or you gone get out and let me fix that problem?” Joe asked, which snapped me out of my daydream. I can’t believe I remembered my last time with Dave so vividly. It was almost like it was happening again. My body began to yearn for his touch but since I don’t have his number right now, Joe will have to do.

I followed Joe into the condo and approved of the work Dave’s company went through to have these built. They are immaculate, design wise! We stopped at the security desk and these bitches made me sign in. Luckily, I didn’t have to show any ID or I still would be homeless. We hopped on the elevator and went up to the 13th floor. I know from talking to Dave about only certain elevators go to certain floors. Level 1 - 13 are designed for middle class people and 14 - 26 are for upper class people. Now, the penthouse is only for Dave and whoever he brings. I’ve been there a few times but I’m certain his wife had too.

Yes, I said wife. Don’t frown your face up, hell, he’s married to her not me, so I don’t owe her shit! Don’t give me no self-respect talk either because Dave has always treated me with respect and he has always spoiled me. Plus, I’m just a fantasy we both know will never come true. Hell, if I wanted to take Dave away from his beautiful wife and three children I would, but I don’t! Not that Dave isn’t a good catch or anything, it’s just that I rather not deal with a bitter woman or someone else’s children. Hell, I don’t even want any children.

“C’mon girl! You keep spacing out and shit,” Joe snapped at me while holding the elevator doors open. I stepped off the elevator without responding. I’m not a dummy and I did not want to piss him off and be forced to wait around at the apartment for Tamia or Steve to show up, all the while hoping Tamia showed up first.

We walked into the condo and I could tell he’s never here right off the back. All of these condos for middle class people are fully furnished and all the furniture that I see, I’d seen before. The condo is extremely spacious and I may love it here alone. I’m sure I’d be scared of every sound but I’d be ok. “Is it cool if I shower?” I asked and looked at Joe.

“If I can join you,” he said while he licked his lips. I turned and walked seductively towards the back of the condo, opening and closing doors to make him think I didn’t know where the bathroom was.

I walked into the bathroom and cut the shower on. I leaned against the wall and eyed Joe as he got undressed as the bathroom filled with steam. Once I was satisfied with the amount of steam, I adjusted the water temperature before stepping in the shower. Joe handed me a washcloth and watched as I lathered it with soap before washing myself all over. I rubbed the towel all over my body as I eyed Joe’s hard dick. When I reached my pearl, I began to grind slowly. By then, I had done dropped the towel and was playing in my pussy as I waited on Joe to join me. “You waiting on an invitation?” I asked before standing completely under the water.

I didn’t care about my hair getting wet because I desperately needed it done. A few seconds later, Joe climbed into the shower with me and wrapped his long muscular arms around my waist. He stuck his index and middle finger deep in my pussy before moving them in and out slowly. I threw my head back onto his shoulder as soon as his lips connected with my neck. With his free hand, he pinched my nipples, going back and forth between them. I was moaning so loud that it was a good thing we are here alone. I could feel an orgasm coming as I began to wind my hips faster, trying to match the stroke of his fingers. He was doing too much to me at once and I couldn’t take it anymore as my body shuddered against his.

“You ready?” he whispered in my ear before ramming his dick in me. He didn’t give me time to answer as he fucked me vigorously from behind. I bent straight over and the water massaged my back as his dick massaged my pussy. “Damn girl!” he said before he came. I stood up straight and washed off again before turning around to face him. I could only imagine how drunk I looked but at this point, I didn’t care about nothing. Not Tamia. Not Amere. Not Steve. Not Dave. Not Vincent. And for some strange reason, not even the fact that Joe, a man I just met, just fucked me without protection.

I stepped out of the shower, threw on a t-shirt, and climbed into the bed of the master bedroom. “I’m about to head out,” Joe said a few minutes later. As disappointed as I was, I simply waved him off before going to sleep.

             
Candice

I began to pace the floor of the ER waiting on someone to come out and let me go see Tamia. I’ve only known her a short while but she’s already important to me. I love her because I love Rashard, and he loves her. I don’t want her hurting because she’s a really sweet and good person, and I know if she hurts then Rashard hurts. They can keep kidding each other but my eyes are wide open and I can see the love they’re fighting. Things could be so perfect for them if he grew the fuck up and she opened the fuck up. I guess I can’t really talk because I’m sure one would say the same about Deuce and I.

The thing with Deuce and I is how it started off. When I first started fucking around with him, he was in a relationship. Now, before you go to looking crazy, I didn’t know shit about what he had going on. Hell, Rashard didn’t even know, which wasn’t saying much because he don’t talk to his boys that often. Anyway, I met Deuce at Rashard’s mama’s house one Sunday he made us come with him. At first, he was trying to trick her into thinking we were dating but she knew off top. I thought it was so funny because she thought he did it because he was gay and was trying to confuse her. Rashard even laughed at her.

So after dinner, Bo, Rashard, Deuce, me, Myra, and Ashley were all outside in the backyard hanging out. Everybody was really just shooting the shit and I kept noticing Deuce eyeing me, but he didn’t say anything until after we were all leaving. I gave him my number because I had been eyeing him too. We kind of just connected. We were kicking it so heavy. He was taking me out all the time, he answered whenever I called and came running whenever I asked him to, so I had no reason to think he had a girlfriend. Hell, I didn’t even ask him because to me it was obvious that he didn’t.

We dated for six months before I gave him some and I knew he was perfect for me. Once we connected intimately, it sealed it for me. A few days later, I walked in Applebee’s because I had been wanting some of their wings and fries really bad. I was starving! Since I knew Deuce would come by later, I was going to order him something but imagine my surprise when I saw him walking out the bathroom. I watched him sit at the table with this slim, light skinned cute chick as I gave the waitress my order. I pointed to their table and told the hostess she could bring it to me over there and walked off.

They were sitting at a table designed for two and even though I was hurting, I was not going to allow her or him to see me in pain. I grabbed a chair and sat at the table with them. Deuce almost spit his sweet tea out of his mouth when he saw me. “Hey boo, I’m Candy. Been dating this guy about six months now,” I said and extended my hand. This bitch grabbed my hand and shook it before she broke my heart in half.

“I’m Shay, boo. Been dating this guy about six years now,” she said and smiled. I glanced over at Deuce, who still hadn’t said a word. He just sat there staring at me like I was a mirage. I simply nodded my head.

“Nice to know,” I said as I stood up and prepared to sit at the bar to wait for my food.

Before I could walk away, Deuce grabbed my wrist. “Candy, it’s not what you think,” he tried to explain but I jerked my wrist away.

“Oh, I’m Candy now, huh?” I said, laughing. I walked away and sat at the bar which wasn’t far from their table. She laid into him too honey! After that I ignored him the best I could, being that him and Rashard grew closer those six months, so I saw him a lot. Every time I saw him, it was Bae this or Bae that and I had to remind him, it’s Candy. We played the cat and mouse game until Shay contacted me about taking her man when I didn’t even have him. Her message alone let me know that he left her, which is what he should have done before pursuing me any damn way. And oh yeah, it’s Shay from Doc’s house, remember? The light skinned slim chick. Yep.