As soon as I can, I head home to wait for Addy in bed. Even though I want to jerk off to how good this morning was, and last night, I keep my hand off my dick. Barely.
Finally I hear the front door open and close. Addy appears in the doorway a minute later in her sexy white pants suit and what must be a brown bag of Chinese food, according to her text. Perfect.
"Get naked and come sit on my face," I say in greeting.
She scoffs with a hand on her hip. "No, hi, how was your day?"
"You can tell me about your day while you ride my face. Now get naked, sweet cheeks."
With one last raised eyebrow, she finally starts stripping out of her suit. Down to her panties. Finally gorgeously naked.
When she steps closer to the bed I grab her and haul her on top of me, sliding down until my mouth's right below her pussy. I flick my tongue over her mound. "So how was your day?" I ask before thrusting my tongue inside her.
"Oh!" she moans, grabbing the headboard and trying to raise up off of me, but my hands grip her thighs keep her in place.
"Well?" I prompt her when she doesn't say anything else.
"Um, my nine-thirty I rushed in for was late...oh fuck!"
"That bastard."
"At lunch...oh God! I had to visit...ah...ah a woman who got committed over the weekend."
"She batshit crazy?" I ask before I go back to tongue fucking her.
"Yes!" she exclaims either as her answer or because she's getting close. I reach up and grab a handful of her perfect bouncing tits when she starts grinding her pussy down on my mouth all on her own. Slipping my fingers inside her, I keep working her clit over with my tongue. Her gasping moans come faster before she shouts my name and her entire body trembles.
I can't take anymore. I need to fuck her right this second. Reaching beside me, I grab the condom I laid out in bed earlier in preparation and roll it down my swollen cock before lifting Addy and impaling her on it.
"Goddamn!" I shout once I'm buried deep in her tight heat. Muttering something I don't understand, she falls forward on my chest, kissing me while sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. Her incredible ass cheeks fit perfectly in my palms as I move her faster. When she raises up and rolls her hips I about explode. Her back arches, eyes closed, her midnight hair streaming over her amazing tits. She's the sexiest fucking woman I've ever seen and I'm seconds away from coming.
Then something strange happens. Addy blinks her eyes open and looks down at me. The emotion I see in those golden depths makes my chest ache. And I know that in that moment she's seeing all of me like no one else ever has before. There's no way to hide the fact that I care about her, and the vulnerability is unfamiliar and scary. The idea of losing her, of not being with her is unimaginable. We might yell and bitch at each other but at the end of the day this…connection between us is all that matters.
"Addy," I say because those other words, the ones I've never said before are too much, too soon. Once they're spoken I can't take them back, and there's no reason to put myself out there when she may never feel the same about me.
Sitting up, I thread my fingers through the back of her hair to pull her mouth to mine. Instead, I’ll just have to try and show her how I feel.
Chapter Sixteen
Addison
At lunchtime I'm still smiling as I think about the night before with Jake. And this morning in the shower before I left for work. I've never felt this way about anyone, not that I've had many relationships other than a few in college. Is this even a relationship? Despite the fact that the man can drive me nuts, I still want to be in his arms at night and see him first thing every morning.
When I walk into my dad's suite, I wave to the secretary and head back to his office. Just being on the floor reminds me of that damn nightmare. The one where I was trapped in here while it flooded. The thought makes me shiver.
Stopping in his doorway, my dad waves me on in as he finishes his phone call. I look around his office, admiring the plaques on the walls while I wait. After talking to someone about a document subpoena for a few minutes he finally hangs up.
"Hey, Dad. What's up?" I ask. He left me a voicemail this morning telling me to stop by the office as soon as I was free.
He sighs and leans back in his leather chair, steepling his index fingers on his chest. "It's about your contract with Young."
So he’s going to bitch about me and Jake. Great. If I had known that’s what this was about I wouldn’t have bothered coming by. He could’ve just lectured me on the phone. “Okay?” I ask to get it over with.
"He broke it, so he’s done," he says simply.
"Wh-what do you mean? You're going to end his football contract just because he touched me? You can't be serious."