Addicted for Now (Addicted 2)

She is already sliding off my body and kneeling beside my waist. I glance at the clock and gage how much time we have left, and then I feel her take my dick into her palms.

With one hand I gather her hair out of her face, and she sinks her mouth around my cock. My breathing evens out as I watch her tongue lap at the head and lick all the way down the shaft. It’s hot as hell. I close my eyes and relax against her movements. She touches my c*ck with the perfect amount of force, knowing all the places to suck. And it doesn’t take long before I’m rock hard again. Her movements become faster and more determined. I even hold her head steady when she wraps her lips around my long shaft. Her eyes flit up to mine in a doe-eyed way…and she has my entire c*ck in her mouth. This, right here, is what turns me on the most.

She begins to move her mouth back and forth again, and I have to pull her off. “But I want you to come in my mouth,” she says.

For fuck’s sake. She does not make this easy.

“Well, I want to come in your p**sy,” I retort. “I see we have a predicament. Should we flip for it?”

“No!”

I grin. “I didn’t think so.” I roll her onto her back and my hand slides between her legs, feeling just how soaked she is. I know she’s on the pill, so I don’t bother grabbing another condom. I want to fill her with my cum, to leave myself inside of her all week.

I hover over her body, my eyes on hers. She looks at me like I’m the only man in the world, like she could stay here in this bed forever. We have ten more minutes and that’s it, but I don’t think she’s counting. If her new psychiatrist forces her to be abstinent and this is the last time we can fuck, I’m going to make it worth it. I’m going to make her remember every movement and detail.

I’m going to make this one unforgettable.

{ 42 }

LOREN HALE

A lot can happen in one month.

Lily miraculously passed her finals and all her classes, which means she’ll attend Princeton next year as a senior. Only one semester behind. Connor’s emergency tutoring probably had a hand in her success.

The summer has turned fiercer and now at the end of June, we’re all silently praying for rain.

The weather is the only thing I can predict anymore. I thought four weeks would have been enough to dissuade the media and return us to our semi-normal lives. The press may be slightly less ravenous, but cars still sit outside the gates of the house, snapping pictures whenever we leave.

Tuesdays and Thursdays are the worst.

We sit in a corner office of a New York City high-rise, and Dr. Oliver Evans gives me one of his patented you’re-not-really-supposed-to-be-here scowls. I didn’t trust Lily to see a new male therapist for her sex addiction, so naturally I tagged along for her first meeting.

Oliver’s theories about sex addiction are a one-eighty from Allison’s, and our initial encounter didn’t go so well. I almost hit the guy and walked right on out. But Lily’s adamant on appeasing her parents and making things right with her family. She wanted to return to these weekly appointments, and the only way I’ll sleep at night is if I accompany her.

So Oliver stares at me like I’m getting on his last psychiatric nerve. He’s forty-something with dark brown hair and rectangular spectacles that make him look more mousy than smart.

“It’s been four weeks,” I remind him. “I thought we’d be friends by now, Oliver.”

He senses my sarcasm and scribbles something in his notebook. This isn’t couples therapy. It’s just supposed to be for Lily, but he often starts writing whenever I start speaking. He thinks it pisses me off, but I just hope he gets a hand cramp.

“Lily, how are you doing abstaining from sex? A month is a milestone for a sex addict. You should be proud.”

She folds her hands in her lap. “It’s been good.”

It was good. For the first couple of weeks, I actually believed we could make a no-sex rule work. But by the third week, she was skittish as hell. She wouldn’t let me sleep beside her, and she flinched whenever someone touched her—not just me. What was once abstaining from sex turned into abstaining from touch. I sensed her withdrawing from me and everyone around her. She wouldn’t leave the house, wouldn’t do normal things. So I cut the cord on that experiment, and it wasn’t because I was horny too.

I knew I was losing my best friend.

I voiced my concerns to Oliver when she first withdrew from my hand. I was just trying to lace her fingers with mine, and she shrunk into herself like I was a monster under her bed. He told me it was natural. That she was returning to the norm. I don’t know what kind of norm this guy lives in, but regular people don’t flinch when they hold hands. It’s not like I was asking her to rub one out for me.

So I made a deal with Lily. She wants to appease her parents, fine. But we’re not listening to this a**hole’s advice.

“It’s normal for a deviant like yourself to miss sex.”

He calls her a deviant a lot. It aggravates me, and I’ll spend the next twenty minutes after this meeting telling her all the reasons why she’s not one.

“I do miss it,” Lily lies. “I miss the way it makes me feel.” She felt it pretty damn well last night. She came so hard that she ended up in a fit of laughter afterwards. We tried the abstinence bit. It didn’t work, and we have no more what ifs. We’re finally finding our groove in intimacy, and the only thing standing in our way is this guy.

“We can’t have you missing it, Lily,” he tells her. “The more you dwell on your deviant fantasies, the more you revert back to your deviant ways. You’re just a whore now, but if you let this cycle continue you could become something worse. A pedophile. A sex offender.”

Lily’s head whips in my direction, and she clutches my hand, silently begging me not to lash out. This isn’t the first time he’s basically called her a future pedophile.

“Give me a minute while I gather the tools.” He stands and rummages around his office closet.

Shit.

This is why I don’t want her to stay here. I must wear a pleading look because she says, “I’m fine. We can’t leave.”

“We can actually,” I refute. “There’s the door. Fuck the trust fund.”

“It’s not about the trust fund.” I know.

She trying to fix all the damage she created. She’s even rebuilding a relationship with her father. We still don’t attend those Sunday luncheons, but he calls her after they end to catch up.

Her mother is a different story.

Lily squeezes my hand, and I stare at the way her fingers intertwine with mine. Last week, we wouldn’t have been able to do this. Last week, she would have burst into tears before I touched her.

“Just trust me. It’s like a game,” she says.

I narrow my eyes. “A game in which you get shocked for fun?” I mock gasp. “Are you into the S&M part of BDSM and didn’t tell me?”

She punches my arm, and I grab onto her wrist, pulling her in for a kiss. She’s going to need it.

{ 43 }

LILY CALLOWAY

“What did I say about kissing and touching during our sessions?” Dr. Evans says angrily.

I try to subdue my smile as I break away from Lo. “Sorry.” I don’t feel that apologetic. I’m only here for my parents. I don’t believe in Dr. Evan’s methods anymore, and I try my best not to take his words to heart.

But the armor that I’m building still has a few chinks.

Like right now. Dr. Evans holds a small electrical box, and I have the sudden urge to vomit all over his ugly carpet. He sticks two electrodes to the inside of my wrist and then passes me the box. I set it on my lap and rotate the knob to the lowest shock level.

“I think you can go higher than that today.”

“She doesn’t want to,” Lo interjects.

“Make no mistake, Loren, this is my office. I can have you escorted out if I feel like you’re hindering my patient’s treatment.”

“It’s fine,” I say quickly and turn the dial a couple notches. Too bad I don’t have the remote. That device rests in Dr. Evans sweaty palm, the commander of this torture.

“I’ll let you choose what you want to try today. Fantasies or porn.”

“Porn.” Having to relay my fantasies out loud is incredibly embarrassing, and he shocks me more when I start describing positions and body parts.

“Actually, how about we do both.” He reaches into his desk, pulls out a magazine and slides it to me. I set the mag on the armrest between Lo and me, and then I flip it open, already knowing the drill. Nude women don’t make me aroused, but the photographs with the couples do. As soon as I glance at a picture—Buzzzzz!—the shock ripples through my wrist and up my arm.

I let out a short breath and clench my hand. Lo rubs my back, and another shock jostles my wrist. My hand twitches.

“What the hell?!” Lo shouts.

Dr. Evans ignores Lo for the moment. “Look at the pictures, Lily, and describe a fantasy you might have if you were staring at these on your own.”

I instinctively glance at Lo, considering he would be in my fantasy, which is the wrong reaction. The shock pulses through my hand again, and I try to keep my arm still so Lo can’t tell. But he’s breathing heavily beside me, forcing himself in the seat and not at Dr. Evans’ throat.

“Loren, can you please move to the other chair.” Dr. Evans points to a cushiony one in the corner, as far away from me as possible.

Lo opens his mouth, and I have to cut him off. Last time he told Dr. Evans to suck his cock, and I’m not sure that’s going to blow over well a second time. “He’s fine. I don’t even see him,” I say quickly, returning my focus to the pictures.

Buzzzz! I flinch. What did I do?

I’m starting to think Dr. Evans just likes to press that little button.

“Find a picture that’s particularly arousing for you.”

I flip through the magazine, bypassing all the large jugs and vag**as but having no luck. They really don’t make these for women. “Anything?”

“The internet just has a better selection,” I admit, still flipping aimlessly.

“Use this then.” He holds out an electronic tablet. I haven’t been on the internet since Lo banned surfing the web, and the lack of temptation has been nice. My days are easier without it.

I swap the magazine for the tablet and log onto Tumblr. This feels different than browsing through the magazine. Maybe because this has been a staple in my routine. I haven’t looked at mags since high school.

Having Dr. Evans watch me do this is a little personal.

“Find a photograph and describe your fantasy.”

I don’t want to, but I remind myself that my parents have been dealing with more difficult stuff than this. Suck it up, Lily.

I easily land on one that causes me to shift in my chair. A sting pinches my wrist. Fuck. I cringe, and Lo cranes his neck to look at the tablet.

“Talk,” Dr. Evans urges.

It’s a gif of a girl without any pants (or underwear) and a fully clothed guy. We can only see the lower half of the couple, but the guy runs his hand back and forth between her legs. “My fantasy?” I ask, wanting to avoid this portion.