She loves me. She loves me and I love her. Isn’t that just amazing? As I stare into her eyes, I feel a million different ways at once, but the knowledge that we’re in love is a good place to start. It doesn’t solve any of our issues, but it does make me want to get my hands all over her.
“Shall we go back to your place?” I ask her slowly. “Is that okay?”
“Well, we can’t exactly go back to yours, can we?” she replies with a smirk. She’s teasing me now, she doesn’t seem as distracted as she has been, which I decide to take as a good thing.
“No, not unless you want to get on a plane.”
She shakes her head. “Not tonight. Maybe not ever. I don’t know if I’d like LA.”
“Truth be told; I don’t know if you would either…”
Instead of getting deeper into that, Addie takes my hand and she practically drags me back to hers. It seems like now she’s back here with me, no longer worrying about other things, she’s really here. As soon as she slams the door to her apartment closed behind her, she practically pounces on me. We kiss frantically, almost as if there’s a belief that this is going to be our last time ever, and her eager fingers pry my trousers apart.
“Oh, Addie,” I whisper as her mouth slides off mine. My body stiffens, expecting, knowing what she’s going to do before she even begins. She falls down to the ground and lands on her knees with a thud.
I glance down to see her dragging her tongue along her bottom lip. She’s hungry, desperate for a taste, and her trembling fingers pull me free to make that happen.
I’m hard as steel of course, how could I not be when she’s making such promises with her body, so when she pulls my free, her fingers automatically stroke up and down my rock hard length, making me sweat with heat.
I grab her head, rubbing my hands over her as I moan, but soon the passion gets the better of me and I knot my fingers up in the strands of her long blonde hair, clinging to
her every time it gets too much.
Then, just as the feel of her fingers almost gets too much for me, her breath heats me up. She’s moving in closer, I can almost sense the moisture of her lips touching me.
“Fucking hell.” My eyes close and I toss my head backwards as she presses one chaste kiss against my length. “Oh shit, Addie, that feels so good. I love you, I love you.” I can’t seem to stop saying it. “I love you.”
Then she wraps her lips around me, and I lose the power of speech completely. The wetness of her mouth soaks me, the intensity in my chest growing as she slowly drags those lips down to my base. I hit the back of her throat which sends my mind spinning. She’s so hot, so sexy, so incredible. Her tongue flickers, licking every inch of me, and as she reaches my tip, I can’t contain myself. I’m already on the verge of losing it.
She’s magic, she has powers when it comes to my cock, and as she bobs her head up and down, the pace growing faster as she senses the tension in my thighs, I know that she has me completely. I’m hers. I don’t even try to guide her movements, she knows just what to do with me, to have me as putty in her hands.
A guttural yell bursts free from my chest as the pressure in the pit of my stomach explodes. I fill her mouth, my seed slides to the back of her throat, and she takes it all in. Drinking me in like she loves me, which it seems she does.
23
ADDISON
“Wow.” The sweat pours off Jace’s forehead. He looks star struck as I rise to my feet. “Addie, you are…”
I laugh lightly and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom. He falls flat on his back, clearly drained from my mouth, and he smiles up at the ceiling like he’s in heaven. Good, that’s good. I want him to be happy.
“Come on, come over here.” He reaches out to grab me. I know that he wants me too, but I back away. It’s instinctive, I’m not in the right frame of mind. “What’s going on? Why won’t you come here?”
“I just need to get dressed. I’m exhausted and I need to get comfortable.”
He props up onto his elbow and stares at me questioningly. I can see that he’s struggling to understand why I’m backing off but I need to. It isn’t that I don’t want him, it’s just that my doubts are niggling at me. I can’t seem to stop them. The fear that Luci is right and I’m going to end up destroyed.
I smile as brightly as I can and scuttle backwards towards the bathroom. Once there, I cling to the bathroom sink and gasp, trying to get my breath back. My emotions have been all over the place all day long, ever since I first got to work, and I tried to call Luci. She ignored me, just like I knew she would, but it still hurts.
I’m losing her, the longer it goes the further away she’ll get, and it kills me. He will leave, and I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared that everything that I’ve been doing is wrong and that I’ll live to regret it all.
Get it together, I warn myself. Don’t ruin this with Jace again. Enjoy it for what it is.
But as I stare at my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror, I don’t know if I can. I’m falling too deep; the L word has been used so it doesn’t feel like a game anymore. It isn’t just a fantasy. It’s spilling into real life, into my heart. I think this is exactly what Luci knew was going to happen and I refused to listen.
Stop getting sad, stop getting wound up in all of this, stop all of it…
A tear rolls down my cheek. It drips over my lips and drags another one from my eye. I’m so stupid, so sad, so idiotic. My problem is I love him too much; I’m willing to give myself over to him again. The moment I saw Jace I should have run away, even if he was telling the truth, because I should have known that I wouldn’t end well. I should’ve known that I would end up destroyed. What is my problem?