Chapter 10

Addison

Holy shit, this man can kiss!

His lips were soft and muted pink, and what he did with his tongue...damn. I’ve never been kissed like that. When he finally let me come up for air, I wondered if I could go another second without kissing him again.

Get a hold of yourself, Addison! Focus! You shouldn’t be doing this.

“Hmmm,” he said, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb, his hand cupping my cheek. “Are you sure you’re not turned on. That felt like maybe you were.”

I tried to catch my breath and think of a smart retort. “Doubtful,” I managed to choke out. “I was just being polite.”

He gave a throaty chuckle, his hand slipping lower to touch my nipple, barely brushing against it. “Really? Because it seems like these guys are hard. Do you usually walk around with hard nipples when you’re not turned on?”

God, every time he touched my nipples, a spark of electricity shot through me. Still, I had to deny it. It was the game we were playing, a game that was arousing me more than I would ever admit.

“It’s cold,” I said, biting my bottom lip.

He drew closer, whispering “Bullshit,” against my lips before claiming them again. His hands stroked my breasts through the t-shirt and I barely held back a moan. His lips moved lower, and he kissed his way along the neckline of the shirt.

Fuck this. I grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my lacy bra. Colton started licking my nipples through the bra and I gave up resisting, leaning back and enjoying the sensation of his warm mouth on my sensitive little points.

His arms went around my back and unfastened my bra, then his mouth returned, his tongue tracing over the delicate flesh there. God, it felt good.

“I’ve dreamed of tasting you every night this week,” he murmured, kissing his way lower. “I’ve got to, or I’ll go crazy.”

He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, and I did nothing to stop him. My heart rate sped up, and I realized I wanted him to taste me more than I’d wanted anything for a long time. His breath was warm against my lacy panties, and I wondered if he’d notice the spot of wetness that had already soaked into them.

Slowly, so slowly, he lowered my panties until I wished he would rip them off me. Then, his eyes on mine, he lowered his head to my pussy and kissed me.

He opened me to his gaze and his eyes felt hot on my most private of places. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, then set about licking me into a frenzy. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue. It was talented in a way I’d never experienced.

My hands on his head, I was moaning my encouragement, striving for a release that was barreling down on me. “Please don’t stop,” I cried out, and then he sucked on my clit, sliding two fingers inside me. I started to climax, unable to help myself.

My legs were shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. He continued to taste me, seeming to savor me. “That was perfect,” he whispered after a few moments.

I was panting, naked, exposed to his gaze. His eyes were hungry, roving over my body. He stood, removing his clothes so quickly and with none of the artfulness I’d seen during his performance. This was serious business, and his hooded look made me shiver.

“I want you,” he said. “All of you.” Taking my hands, he pulled me up and led me to his bed. Settling me underneath him, he reached for a condom in the drawer of his nightstand.

Colton stroked my face, and I reveled in the feel of his hard body pressed against me, his warm skin surprisingly soft. His hand slid between my legs to stroke my slit, one finger pushing inside to start the process of driving me crazy all over again.

My legs fell open and my head fell back. I was completely open to his touch. He stroked me, lavished my body with attention, making me feel cherished in a way that was completely unexpected. At last, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, he positioned himself between my thighs.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing me there, seeking entry. I knew how huge he was, having seen his package during his performance. It would be a very tight fit, but one I wanted more than anything.

Colton groaned as he eased inside me. My legs were shaking by the time he was fully buried. “God, nothing has ever felt this good,” he said, biting his lip.

I loved having this effect on him. His words were turning me on as much as his body grinding against mine. He thrust in harder and I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. He thrust again and I clutched his shoulders, starting to dig my nails in.

Colton picked up the pace and I thought I might pass out from pleasure. He was hitting the spot inside me that made me shake with lust. The way he moved against me, he managed to not only tickle the spot deep inside me, but to create enough sensation to stimulate my clit. In moments, I could feel another climax about to descend.

Then he stopped. My eyes flew open to see his smiling face. “Tell me you’re not turned on now, Sugar Plum Fairy. Tell me you want this, and I’ll start again.”

Goddammit, no fair! I pulled his head down to kiss him but he pulled away.

“Oh, no you don’t. Tell me you want me to fuck you that I turn you on.”

“You turn me on,” I mumbled, then lifted my hips to his, making him suck in his breath.

“Naughty girl,” he growled. He thrust once, making me moan. “Say it.”

My head thrashed against the pillow as he thrust again, then stopped. Thrust. Stop. Thrust. Stop.

I was going to go insane from lust. His teasing was driving me to the edge. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me, Colton!”

He smiled, then drove in deep, setting a brutal pace that had me climaxing almost immediately. My inner muscles were squeezing around him so tight, he was groaning as he slammed into me. “Can’t hold back,” he grunted, then came while clutching me tight.

Afterwards, resting in the crook of his arm, I could feel sleep beckoning me. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, this content. There was something about Colton, something beyond the amazing sex we’d just had, that made me feel special. Made me feel like I wasn’t the perpetual fuckup I considered myself to be.

But it was late, too late, and I had multiple performances tomorrow. I couldn’t afford to stay here snuggled up with Colton, no matter how much I wanted to.

And, in fact, I shouldn’t want to. Not only was he right, work came first, but our time together tonight hadn’t changed the fact that he was still a male stripper.

I dragged myself out of his arms and made my way to the bathroom. Then I picked my way around the room, gathering my clothing and putting it on.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked, disappointment obvious in his tone.

“I have to,” I said. “I’ve got to work all day tomorrow.”

He rose, pulling on his own clothes and walking me down to fetch a cab. “I really enjoyed getting to know you tonight,” he said quietly as they waited for the cab to pull over. “When can I see you again?”

I frowned. I’d really wanted this to just be about the sex, but it was clear there was something more at work here. Would it be easiest to rip the bandage off now, tell him there was no future for us and that we probably wouldn’t see each other again?

For some reason, the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. “I’m not sure,” I said instead, lamely. “I’ll call you.”

He gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and tucked me into a cab. I waved as it pulled away from the curb. As I rode along, I stared out the window at the blur of lights, wondering when the waves of regret would pull me under.

I couldn’t regret the pleasure I’d felt. It had been far too long since I’d used my body in that way. But then again, maybe I’d never used it like that. Colton was very skilled, and he’d brought me to new heights.

Still, that skill was likely born out of practice. He was a man who took his clothes off for horny women. Despite his dreams of owning a restaurant, the reality was, he shook his junk at ladies who threw themselves at him, and he wasn’t above making a little extra money to do more.

I couldn’t live with that. Not with the thought of him out exposing himself, of him maybe sleeping with another woman to make a few extra bucks. That wasn’t the type of relationship I’d be comfortable in.

The realization that we were doomed, although one I’d come to before, was a sad one. I liked Colton, more than I wanted to admit. But the cards were stacked against us.

And by cards, I meant ones with his phone number and his naked torso and cheeky grin.