Sweet Addiction (11 page)

“Uh...”
Do I tell
him? What would he do? Would he go after Justin? Is that something your casual
sex partner would do or is that strictly a boyfriend move? Did I want him to
care?

“Dylan.”

My case of the word
vomit suddenly rears her ugly head again. “Justin came by when I was loading Sam
today to go deliver a wedding cake and he came on to me. He’d been drinking and
he wouldn’t let go of me even though I was screaming at him and then he threw
me up against Sam.” I watch his expression shift right in front of me to anger.
His teeth clench tight, causing the muscles in his jaw to quiver and his
nostrils flare. I move back a bit.
Damn. Angry Reese is intimidating and
sexy as hell.

“That asshole put his
hands on you?”

“Yes but---”

“And who the fuck is
Sam? Did he bring another guy with him?” He slams his hand down on the worktop
next to my thigh and I jump. “They’re both fucking dead.” Turning away from me,
I grab his shoulders and prevent his escape.

“Don’t, just wait a
minute.” His eyes meet mine and he raises his brows. “Sam is my delivery van.
Yes, I named it. It’s stupid, I know. And yes Justin did this but he’s never
put his hands on me before. I don’t think he would’ve actually forced himself
on me. He was probably just upset that his wife cheated on him.”
What the
fuck? Now I’m making excuses for that asshole?
I run down his arms and pull
his hands into my lap, squeezing them gently.

“Are you fucking
serious?” His voice booms throughout the kitchen. “I don’t give a shit if he
was drunk, upset, or whatever the fuck. He touched you, he’s dead.”

“Reese please, what
would you do? You can’t hurt him. He could press charges against you. I mean,
it’s not like its self-defense or something. Please just let it go. It really
looks worse than it feels.” That is a complete lie. It hurts like hell. But I
am absolutely terrified that Reese will end up getting into trouble over this
and that will hurt a hell of a lot worse than the bruises.

He runs his hands down
his face before he reaches out and holds mine, his expression softening. “You should
have called me. Why didn’t you?” His thumbs stroke my cheeks as he studies me.

I shrug. “I had to go
deliver the wedding cake and I was already running late. Besides, I wouldn’t
want you to do something that could get you into trouble. He isn’t worth it.” I
reach up and hold his hand to my face. “Promise me that you won’t do anything.”

He steps closer to me,
bringing our bodies’ only inches apart and allowing me to wrap my legs around
him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Reese.”

“No, love.” He kisses
me quickly, shutting me up before he continues. “I can’t and I won’t let
anybody hurt you. He’ll never touch you again.
That
I can promise you.”

I nod slightly. The
truth of the matter is, I like that he cares about me enough to want to protect
me. And Reese is smart. He won’t do anything that could fuck with the career
that he’s worked so hard for. I shouldn’t worry about this.

“Okay, but can we go
back to the frosting now?” I ask, seeing his eyes light up at the memory of it.

He nods slowly, the
desire sparking back into the green pools that glare at me.

Oh this is going to be
fun.

I’m lying completely
naked on my work bench, my thighs clamped tightly together in anticipation as
Reese continues to remove his clothing. I’d never realized until now just how
sexy it is to watch a man undress. But I’m quickly realizing that whatever this
man does, he does it in a very sexy way. I bite the inside of my cheek as I
watch him pull his T-shirt off with one hand, revealing his brilliantly
sculpted upper body. I moan softly at the sight of him and catch his attention,
seeing his lips curl up in the corner. His boxers come down with his jeans and
he steps out of them, grabbing the bowl of frosting that he had placed on a
nearby stool before he moves towards me. His hand grips my thigh and spreads it
open, giving himself room to settle between my legs. I feel the tip of him push
against my clit and I whimper.

“Now, where should I
begin?” His eyes run down my body and he smiles wickedly.

“You can begin with sticking
that big dick in me,” I answer, wiggling against him to give me some relief.
Christ
almighty, he feels amazing. 

He chuckles and bends
forward. “Somebody’s greedy. Did you not get yourself off well enough?” He
drops his head and kisses between my breasts. “You should have let me in when I
told you. I would have made you come so hard you wouldn’t be begging for my
cock just yet.” He holds out his hand to lift me so that I’m now sitting up, my
eyes doing a quick rundown of his body and seeing him notice it.

“Yes, you caught me, I
was looking but I can’t help it.” I lean back onto my hands and stick my chest
out. “Now, get busy.”

“Are you always so
bossy?” he asks as he dips his finger into the frosting and spreads a generous
amount onto each erect nipple. I try to keep still as best I can but am quickly
getting worked up.
But let’s be honest here, I’ve been worked up from this
man since I fell into his lap.
He looks so concentrated, so meticulous with
his pattern he’s drawing on me that it makes me vibrate with silent laughter
against his hands. “Stop squirming.” He scoops another glob out of the bowl and
trails it down the center of my stomach, swirling the pink sugariness onto my
clit. I bite my lip to keep from jerking, watching him set the bowl onto the
wood next to me and step back, admiring his creation.

“You like?” I ask, my
eyes glued to his massive erection that I am aching to jump on.

His hand strokes his
jaw as he studies me. “Fuck yes.” His eyes flick up to mine and I clutch the
edge of the work bench with my hands. 
Shit, his sex stare could melt
me like a candle.
Moving quickly to bridge the space between us, his hand
grips my head and crashes my mouth against his. He’s rough, swiping into my
mouth with his tongue, his breath hot and minty on my face. We’re all lips,
tongues and bursts of air as he sucks and bites my lip, the tiny pain of it
fueling my desire for him. Breaking away to ease me back onto the wood, his
tongue darts out and licks the icing off my left breast.

“Oh yes.” I tangle my
hands into his hair as he strokes my nipple with his tongue, pulling it into
his mouth and sucking hard before releasing it.

“Mmmm, you taste almost
too
good.” His mouth moves to my right breast where he licks it clean
before flicking my nipple, earning himself a deep cry from my core. He sits up
and stares down at me. “Now what?” he asks and I know the look on my face is
one of pure delight.
Was I in control of this?

“Lick me.”

“Be specific, love.”

I sit up quickly and wrap
my hand around his cock, hearing a sharp gasp from him as he grabs my neck. He
shakes his head and removes my hand gently, causing me to frown.

“Not yet.” He guides me
back down onto my back and I playfully try to reach him as he bats my hands
away. “You were telling me to lick you and I want to know where.”

I smirk. “You know
exactly where.”

He shrugs and slowly
begins tracing my belly button, moving the icing around and causing my stomach
to clench. “Where, Dylan?”
Good Lord, the man is persistent. I wish I found
that to be anything but a major turn on.

Okay, I can do this.
I clamp my eyes shut. “Reese, please lick my pussy until I come in your mouth
and then fuck me until I can’t walk.” Slowly peaking one eye open, I find a
very amused man staring down at me with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his
face. I can’t help but laugh. “You’re a pervert.”

“So are you.” Dropping
in front of me, he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. I groan loudly and arch
my back, feeling his hands grip my ankles and plant my feet flat down on the
wood. I’m completely open to him and go to drop my feet off the sides when he
holds them in place.

“Move and I stop.”

I stare down my body
and look into his bright green eyes. “Seriously?” I shake my head quickly.
Crap.
I feel so exposed like this. He can see everything.

He keeps his eyes on me
as he trails sweet kisses on my inner thighs. “Do you have any idea how
beautiful you are, Dylan? Every single part of you. Especially here.” His hand
brushes between my legs and I whimper. “I want to see you like this.”
Well
in that case.
I drop my head back and firmly plant my feet, letting go of
my anxiety and opening up to him and his extremely talented mouth.

“Oh yes.” I move my
hips against him as he slowly strokes up my length and around my clit, licking
off every bit of icing. I want him to pull me into his mouth and suck hard,
knowing full well that when he does I will surely lose my mind. But he doesn’t.
He keeps up the rhythm of deep caresses, swiping just over or just under my
clit and driving me insane. He only dips his tongue into me just enough to make
me grip his head with my thighs and then he slowly removes it.

“You’re so close,
love.”

“I know that. Why
aren’t you letting me come?” My climax is there, right there and he’s toying
with it. My body is shaking on the hard wood, the slight chill of it cooling
down my heated skin.

“I can feel you pulsing
against my tongue. I want you to come, Dylan. I really do.” He gives me slow
even laps with his tongue, swirling and dipping. Brushing just over my clit, I
bring my hips up to make him go where I want him, where I need him but his hand
quickly clamps down on my stomach and presses me to the table.

“Please. I need… please
just…. little lower. No higher. Please what the fuck?”

“Are you not enjoying
this?”
Lick.
“Because I sure as hell am. In fact---”
Lick,
“---I
think I’ll do this for the rest of the night.”

Oh God, he’s trying to
kill me. Fuck that. If he won’t get me off then I’ll fucking do it.
Quickly dropping my hand to my sex, I go to rub my two favorite fingers on my
spot when he grabs my hand, forcing it back down to the wood and holding it
there firmly. Letting out a string of colorful curse words, I finally let
myself go limp on the table and give up.

“Why are you doing
this?” I whimper as he continues his torment.

His breath warms me
between my legs. “Because you wouldn’t let me touch you. Do you have any idea
how close I was to breaking through your window?” He licks my clit quickly and
I pant. “I want to be the only one to give you pleasure, Dylan. Your orgasms
belong to me.”
Holy shit. I am completely fine with that. Yes. Absolutely.

“So I can’t touch
myself anymore?”

“No you can but only if
I am there to help you. You’ll never come as hard as if I do it anyway.”
Another lick and I shake. “You know that don’t you?”

“Yes.” The orgasms I
give myself are bland compared to his. Even this anguish he is currently
inflicting on me is better somehow. I moan loudly. “Please, you’re the only guy
that’s ever made me come.”

He stops, completely
frozen between my legs. I feel his hot breath against my skin but nothing else.
Shit, was that not something he should know? Awesome. No Reese style orgasms
for me tonight. Good job, Dylan. Brilliant.

“Really?” His question
hits me after several long seconds of silence. 

I nod and cover my face
with my hands. “Really. It’s just you.” Oh those words rip through me in a way
I don’t need them to. I’m going to fuck this up and it’ll be entirely my fault.
I open my mouth to say something, anything when he wraps his lips around my
clit and pulls it into his mouth. “Oh God.” I cry out. Sucking hard, then
harder, he growls against me and I go off like a missile.

“YES.” Mid-orgasm, he
stands up and before I can protest the sudden change of direction, he charges
straight into me. “Reese.”

“Dylan. Holy fuck, you
feel incredible.” His words are barely audible over my cries as the first
orgasm rips through me and another comes up close behind. His hands mold to my
breasts as I grip the edge of the work bench and hold on for dear life.

“Tell me again. Tell me
I’m the only man that’s ever made you come.” He pants as his powerful hips
crash against my legs. My eyes are glued to his broad shoulders that are
flexing with each drive.

I release my lip that
I’ve been biting and look up at him. “You’re the only man. And you’re so
fucking good at it.” My eyes are locked onto his face, his chest, his neck as
it pulses with each thrust. His gaze drops to between my legs and I know he’s
watching himself enter me over and over, stroking me hard and deep. “So sexy,
love. Christ, I’m close.” Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, his hands dig
into my hips and pull me against his pelvis. I fall, giving him another orgasm
as I arch my back off the work bench and clench around him. He groans loudly
and pulses inside me, giving me his release with my name on his lips.

“Holy shit.” I pant
between quick breaths as he sprays his body on top of mine.

“Yeah, holy shit,” he
says into my neck. I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me. I missed
this. The feel of his chest against mine, the way my skin warms instantly
against his. Having him killing me slowly between my legs with his mouth is
worth it if it allows me to be this close to him.  At the movement of his
head, I glance down to see his eyes turn up to mine.

“Handsome,” I say,
smiling as if I’d just won the lottery. He winks at me and quickly kisses my
breasts before he stands up and glances down at our hot pink covered bodies.

“Love, I think we need
a shower.” He arches his brow at me and I quickly sit up, nodding frantically.
Shower
with Reese?
Hell fucking yes.

“This way.” I hop down
and grab my clothes off the stool as he retrieves his, trailing behind me as I
start up the stairs.

“Ah!” After a quick
slap on my backside from him, we make it to the top and I turn around to face
him, backing farther into my living space. “This is me,” I say, watching him
take it in. It doesn’t take him long. There isn’t much to look at. He peers
around the partition and wiggles his brows at me when he spots my bed.
No
way buddy. Not happening.

“I like it. It’s tiny
though,” he states with a smile as he follows me into my bathroom.

Turning on the shower,
I place my clothes on the sink top and catch a glance of myself in the mirror.
I am flushed and covered in sticky frosting, and I love it. Coming up behind
me, he places his clothes next to mine and wraps his arms around my waist,
pulling me back against him. Rolling my head back to rest on his chest, our
eyes meet and he smiles at me. I will never, not ever get tired of his smile
and the little lines it brings out next to his eyes.

“Are you mad at me for
what I did?” he asks, causing me to narrow my stare a bit but cracking when his
eyes bulge. The bathroom begins to fill with steam and I turn in his arms,
lightly pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“No, however, if you
would have kept my orgasm from me, you would be purchasing a new ninety
thousand dollar vehicle because I would have keyed the shit out of the one you
have.”

He chuckles. “Noted.
Now, let’s get wet.”

I grin deviously and
open my mouth to say something dirty,
of course
, when he stops me with
his finger to my lips.

“Pervert.”

**

I’ve never showered
with a man before and I must say, I’m pretty sure that’s the best way to go. I
was completely pampered. He laughed at my fifty thousand shampoos, conditioner,
and body wash choices that were stacked against the wall and studied several
before choosing the ones that he said smelled like me. He picked the scents I
used most often and I beamed inside at the idea of him knowing what I smell
like. He insisted on washing my hair, taking his time and giving me an amazing
head massage as he lathered me up. Washing my body, his face hardened as he
carefully rubbed my shoulders and my back but got back to playful when he
washed between my legs.
That
he spend a little extra time on. After I
rinsed clean, he dropped his head and freshened up his marks on my breasts as I
moaned softly against his mouth. He seemed just as happy about them being there
as I did.

When it was my turn, I
skipped the loofah and squeezed the body wash directly onto my hand, wanting to
feel every inch of him as I washed him. His muscles relaxed against my touch
and I rubbed his arms the way I did on Tuesday, seeing his eyes close and his
head fall forward. The only muscle that didn’t relax and seemed to not be able
to at all during our entire shower together was my favorite muscle of his. I
stroked him long and hard, the lather building as he held onto my waist and
buried his face in my hair. He kissed me deeply, almost lovingly when he came
in my hand. The feel of his hot liquid against my skin was exhilarating and I
wanted to fuck him again, but didn’t. More than that, I wanted to get out of
the shower and nuzzle against his chest, breathing my favorite air. But Reese
had other plans. He wanted something besides frosting in his stomach.