Sweet Addiction

I’m quickly being pressed into the mattress by his tall frame. “I hope you’re f**king joking. I am not okay with a guy waxing you there.” My arms are pinned to my side by his knees and I’m now face to face with his erection. Whoa. He’s hard again already?

“What if I told you he was g*y?”

“Doesn’t f**king matter.” He inches forward and brushes the tip against my mouth.

“Oh please, are you going to discipline me by making me suck you off? That’s hardly a punishment.” I dart my tongue out and lick the tip, seeing him shudder a bit as he stares down at me.

“It will be once I withhold your orgasm, which you know damn well I’m good at doing.” Oh shit. The memory of my worktop flashes through my mind. That was horrible.

“Alright! No it’s not a guy named Will. It’s a girl named Lacey.”

“Really, Lacey huh?” I roll my eyes at his sexual tone. Men.

“You’re perverted.”

“I am and so are you. Now, open that pretty mouth of yours and make me come.”

“Say please.” Another quick flick of my tongue pulls a groan out of his throat.

“Fuck that. Not after what you just put me through. Open.” Yum. Hello dominant Reese. I smile and open my mouth as he inches forward, granting me full access to his member.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts through gritted teeth as he f**ks my face. Bringing one hand down, he holds the back of my head and plummets deeply into me, his quick thrusts causing my eyes to water. I glance up and see his other hand gripping the headboard until his knuckles are white. “So f**king good.”

I moan around him, my lips vibrating against his skin as he shifts his knee and pulls my right arm out. “Wrap around me.” I grip the base with my hand and begin sliding up and down his length as he stills, keeping just the tip of him in my mouth. I’m gliding easily, the saliva from my mouth completely drenching him. Working him hard and fast, my tongue flicks against him and my lips tease his head. He pulses inside me and I see the tension in his jaw. I love doing this to him and get just as much pleasure out of it as he does. Dropping his head back, his adam’s apple slides and his veins protrude in his neck as he moans deeply. His own body is vibrating with his sounds, moving against my tongue. I keep my eyes on him, watching his chest heave with each thrust and his stomach clench as I work him. Sucking and teasing him, my hand grips harder and I see his shoulders hunch forward. “I’m close, love. Don’t stop.”

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I ask, as I lick the tip.

His eyes widen. “Yes, unless I have options?” His voice is strained and I know he’s on the brink.

“You could come on me if you want. I think I’d like that.”

He swallows and quickly backs down my body, angling himself at my br**sts. “Here?” he asks and I nod, pumping him hard and seeing his lip pull into his mouth. We both stare at the spectacle of him coming on my br**sts, the white warmth rolling between my mounds and a few drops landing close to my neck. “Holy shit. That’s so f**king hot.”

I nod in agreement and stare down at myself, letting go of his c**k and seeing him shiver a bit. “You marked me again.” I swirl a bit of it on the softened red mark on my left breast and see him watch me, studying me.

“I think you like it when I mark you.”

I dip my finger into my mouth. “I love it when you mark me.” He climbs off the bed and disappears into the hallway as I gaze down at my sticky mess. It really is hot, seeing what I’ve pulled out of him. Having him label me with it. I wonder if he’s done that before. Nope, stop it, Dylan. He comes back in moments later with a small hand towel and begins wiping him off me.

“That was amazing you know,” he says through a smile.

“I know. I want to mark you now.”

His eyebrow arches as he tosses the towel onto the floor, planting quick kisses to both my ni**les. “Do you? With what?” My eyes search around the room and land on a notebook that’s sitting on his dresser with a pen marking a page in it. I quickly hop off and grab it, scurrying back over to the bed and pushing him down onto his back. “Are you going to draw on me?”

“No, not draw. I’m going to write on you, but where?” My eyes rake all over his beautiful body as I suck on the pen cap. “I mean really, your body is almost too pretty for tattoos. Would you ever get one?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not opposed to it entirely. What are you going to write?”

“Patience professor.” He muffles his laugh under me as I drop his arm open and begin writing on the inside of his bicep. The ink is dark, a deep blue as I scroll in overly girly handwriting and smile at myself.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Why are you putting it there?”

“Because I love your arms and it’s hidden. I like thinking that I’m the only one that knows it’s there. Just for me.”

“You say that like it’s permanent.”

I shrug. “I can rewrite it daily if I have to.” I retrace the letters to darken them and feel his eyes on me. “Do you study everything the way you study me?”

“No. Unfortunately, not everything in my life is as fascinating as you are.”

“I’m a twenty-six-year-old baker who’s lived in South Side her entire life. How is that fascinating?”

“I don’t know, just is. And you study me just as much so I should ask you the same question.”