Anchor Line (17 page)

             
“Your door wasn’t closed all the way.” He answered.

             
Damn, he looked pissed too. This was going to be interesting.

             
Straightening, she looked him in the eyes. “Well, I’ll thank you to leave my apartment the way you came in and I’ll make sure to close and lock the door. I’m sure you have somewhere else to be anyway.”

             
“No I don’t.” He said through gritted teeth.

             
“Oh. I get it.” Addie said standing with one hand on her hip the other hand touched for forehead in remembrance. “That’s right. You are the kind of guy that makes plans with a woman and then stands her up.”

             
“Really. That’s all you have?”

             
“Well, I could go with the, ‘I go out with one woman and kiss another in front of her.’ Is that better?”

             
“Well, you didn’t stick around for the finale then.” He took a few steps closer into the dining room. “The part where I took her by hips and pushed her away and told her that I wasn’t there for her. That I was there with you.” He pointed at Addie now. “And you fucking ran away.”

             
“Did you have to touch her hips? Did you have to let her kiss you? I would have at least pushed her hand off my shoulder.” Addie retorted.

             
“I was hoping that you’d say something for her to back off.” Conrad answered.

             
“Oh.” She pointed a finger at him now. “Like you are constantly telling me to do right.”

             
“When have I ever told you to back off?”

             
“You are constantly telling me that you are no good for me and that you don’t do relationships. But you want me to what...tell yet another of your big...boobed, blonde...bitches to leave you alone? Are you fucking serious. Hell, why didn’t I just throw my drink in her face. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?” Addie threw her hands up in the air when she was done. “I can’t fucking win with you.”

             
“Were you at your old apartment when I went by there?” Conrad took another two steps closer.

             
Addie didn’t answer right away. Instead, she put the lids back on her dinner and turned to put them in the fridge, then turned around. “Yes. Yes, I was.”

             
“Why didn’t you answer the door?”

             
“Why do you fucking care Conrad?” Addie came around the counter now and stood in front of him in the big open dining room feeling brave. “Why should you fucking give a shit about me? Huh?”

             
“Because I fucking do, alright.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and bent down so that his face was in hers. “I want you Addie Marshall, but I’m no good for you. I love rough sex. I love to tie my submissives down and fuck the living shit out of them, but only after I’ve given them the most unbelievable pleasure. After they get off, then I get off and we both walk away. But I can't do that to you. You have this fucking pull on me and I can’t for the life of me figure out what the shit it is about you.” He was breathing hard. He had to tell her how he felt and go from there. “I don’t know your favorite color or what kind of flowers you like, and that pisses me off, because I want to know everything about you. I can’t give you flowers and kitties and forever. I can give you right now.”

             
She was speechless. Anything that she would have said went straight out of the window when he said that he wanted her. Could she just give him now? Would she be happy with giving him now? YES! She could.

             
“Right now? Meaning just tonight...or just until you leave for Italy?” She searched his hazel eyes for an answer.

             
“How did you know?” He asked.

             
She gave a tight lipped smile. “I work in personnel.”

             
“I have three months until I leave Addie.”

             
“Then that’s all I’ll get.”

             
He nodded in agreement. Then descended on her lips with his. He crushed his mouth to hers. This wasn’t like last night, this was straight up raw need and desire. Parting her lips with his tongue, Conrad swept her mouth and played with her lips by nibbling on them. He grabbed her thigh and pulled it against his hip as his other hand pushed the small of her back so that she was pressed up against him. He looked down at her breathing heavily like he’d just run a marathon.

             
“I need you right now Addie.”

             
She nodded.

             
“Say yes.” He whispered. “Please say yes.” He wasn’t above begging.

             
“Yes.” She whispered, not able to find her voice.

Chapter Twelve

              There was a tugging on her boot and suddenly her foot felt the cool air as her Doc Martens boot dropped to the carpet. He dropped the leg he was holding against his hip. When his lips met hers, she felt both of his hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans, and then the sound of the zipper being pulled down.

             
Turn about being fair play, her hands drifted to the button and zipper of his jeans too. She pushed the flaps of fabric away and was met with his hard cock. She almost forgot it was so big. She’d just felt it last night, but damn, with desire running through their veins, it seemed bigger. She stroked him with one hand as the other pushed his jeans down further.

             
Moaning, Conrad pulled away from her mouth and took her hand off  his cock and covered it with his own. His forehead was pressed up against hers, their breaths coming harsh still. He swallowed hard and with a yank of her jeans, he had them mostly down around her ass. Gently taking her hand of his cock, he got to his knees and pulled her jeans the rest of the way off. He had them around her ankles and tapped her foot that was bootless. Lifting her leg, he pushed the fabric off her leg, then he looked up at her.

             
For the love of God and all that was holy, she looked gorgeous. Her bare, sweet pussy right in front of his mouth. Gently pushing her legs apart, he leaned in, open mouth and kissed her as he felt hands wrap in his hair. His tongue lapped her wet lips and slid over her hard clit. Her moan as he swept over her clit once more drove him mad.   He grabbed her right hip to give her a sense of grounding as his other hand slid up her inner thigh. He looked up at Addie as his mouth teased her core. Oh yeah, she was ready to go over.

             
Her hands in his hair, her legs spread, chin to her chest, eyes closed tight. The sight of her went straight to his dick. This is what he wanted. Entering her with just one finger, she moaned and jerked against his mouth. His tongue swept over her clit and she gasped. He felt her get wetter as he slid another finger into her tight hot pussy. That was when his mouth sucked hard on her clit and he finger fucked her. He opened his eyes to look at her as she cried out his name as her orgasm hit her hard.

             
She slumped over him as she came down from her sexual high. Slowly sliding his fingers from her, he pulled back gently, taking her legs in his arms on either side of him.

             
“Hold onto me sugar.” He whispered.

             
Addie threw her arms around his neck and slumped over his right shoulder. His hands slid up to her ass as her legs came around his waist and he dropped forward on one hand and laid her on her back. Then he slid down parting her legs further on the carpet and moved down to slide his tongue through her folds again.

             
“I have...I have a...bed.” She gasped as her hands found his hair and shoulders and arms. Anything of him that could ground her against his onslaught.

             
“Can’t wait.” He mumbled against her wet skin.

             
“Sofa.” She heaved out with a breath.

             
“No.” He mumbled again.

             
She was about to say something else, but his fingers found her pussy and his tongue was sliding all over the place down there. Her clit, the crease of her thigh, back to her clit, up over her pubic bone.

             
“Too big.” She gasped.

             
“That’s what I’m taking care of.”

             
He kissed his way down to her clit again and took it between his teeth and tugged gently as his fingers found her G-spot. She arched against his mouth with a long groan. Then his fingers took over, making a come-hither motion inside of her. The only sounds in the room were the moans coming from Addie and the wetness from her pussy. Conrad knew she was close, her inner walls were squeezing on his fingers, and her hips were gyrating against his fingers and his mouth.

             
“Oh Conrad.” Addie cried. “Conrad.”

             
All it took was Conrad sealing his mouth around her clit again and Addie shot off like a rocket soaking his shirt in the process. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, her head thrashing back and forth. This is what Conrad saw when he opened his eyes. Now. Now, she was ready. Pulling his fingers from inside her, he kissed her pubic bone once more before he got to his knees in front of her and pushed his jeans down to his knees.

             
Addie’s hands fell from his hair to the carpet. She couldn’t move. She could still feel the pulsing in her body from her orgasm. She Felt Conrad kiss her pubic bone and pull away, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Then she felt his body over hers and the head of his cock nudge her entrance. She pulled him close to her by wrapping her arms around his neck.

             
“Now I’ll fit.” Conrad chuckled against her throat, then kissed it.

             
“Conrad...”

             
“I’ll go slowly.” He reassured her. Propped up on his forearm, then reached between them guiding himself into her. He went slowly, and for as wet as she was, she was tight as fuck. But then, he wasn’t a little guy either.

             
Little pushes in and out and he was only half way in. Panting, sweat beading up on his forehead, he looked down into Addie’s face. She was flushed with pleasure, she matched his movements perfectly, her breathing just as erratic as his. Her hands dropping to his shoulders, she opened her eyes. Soft hazel eyes met his own hard hazel ones. She tried to smile and it came out a grimace.

             
“Only...half way. Mother fucker.” He cursed under his breath.

             
“Push in.” She told him.

             
He only shook his head.

             
“Do it.” She said sternly now.

             
“Fuck, Addie, I don't want to hurt you.” He groaned.

             
“Be the Dom you profess to be, or get off me.” Addie challenged.

             
That hit him in the solar plexus. So he pushed in, all the way. Then stopped when Addie screamed and he cried out her name. He didn’t move for a moment, not sure if he’d hurt her or not. When he felt her relax and open her eyes with a smirk on her face, he knew she was fine. He wasn’t going to last though. She was too tight. She felt too damn good, and he knew he’d never get enough of her.

             
He leaned down and started kissing her. His tongue delving deep in her mouth as if he was making love to it. Then, when he felt he had her distracted enough, he started to move. He felt her move with him and knew that she was ready. He kissed from her lips to her jaw and licked his way to her ear where he took her earlobe between his teeth and bit just enough to cause her a little discomfort.

             
“Sugar, you feel so good. Tight and slick around my cock. Aww fuck baby.” He moaned in her ear. “Need...to...go a little faster.”

             
Addie’s nails scored his shoulders as she nodded for him. “Yes.”

             
Conrad pulled almost all the way out. Just the head of his cock was inside of her. He paused. Then slid back inside. They groaned in pleasure. He did this a few more times and Conrad could feel Addie tightening up for him. He stopped for a moment and leaned down looking at her. He couldn’t believe that he was actually with her now. This wasn’t the way he wanted her first time with him. He wanted her spread eagle, tied to his bed. She brought a hand up to cup his cheek and he nuzzled her for a moment. Then looked at her as if to say, ‘are you ready’ and she nodded only once as her hand dropped back down to his shoulder.