Sweet Addiction (8 page)

Joey returns moments
later with our drinks. “Well, in case Billy is a no show, Ty the bartender is
available for my licking.”

I grab my drink and
take a sip as Juls snickers. “What
is
going on with Billy? Have you
spoken to him since the wedding?” I ask.

He takes a sip of his
beer before answering. “He’s texted me a few times. You know me though, always
gotta have one waiting for me in the wings.” He’s being evasive. Joey is never
evasive. 

“I love how you think
that
that
answer is going to satisfy us. And since when are you tight
lipped about your hookups?” I say as Juls nods in agreement.

“Seriously, JoJo, who
the hell do you think you’re talking to here? I happen to know from a very well
hung reliable source that you and Billy saw each other last night. And pretty
much every night since the wedding.”

“Ian told you that?
Christ, he is whipped. Your pussy must be like some fucking nirvana or some
shit.”

My mouth drops open as
Juls smiles and shrugs her shoulders playfully. “Oh is that right? I thought
you weren’t sure how you felt about him and his curved penis?”

He looks quickly around
the room and takes a sip of his beer. “It’s growing on me.”

“I bet it is, on you
and
in you.” Juls barks and we fall into a fit of giggles as her phone lights up.
“Ooohhh they’re here.” She squeals excitedly.

My back goes rigid and my
pulse begins to race. As if my body is somehow wired to his, I look up at the
doorway just as he walks through behind Ian. I listen to my heavy breathing as
he moves like liquid through the crowd of people. Eyes dark and hooded in the
amber glow of the bar, hair perfectly messed up that my fingers ached to touch
and that sexy as hell mouth that is glistening as if he just licked it.
Good
God, he is glorious to look at.
Needing the liquid courage, I down my drink
and earn myself a wide-eyed look from Joey as the men walk towards our table.

“Hey, babe,” Juls says
as Ian wraps his arms around her back. He smothers her in quick kisses as she
moans softly against him.

“Dylan, Joey, it’s nice
to see you both,” Ian says.

I raise my glass at him
as Joey does the same, my eyes locking on to Reese. He walks around the table,
his gaze never leaving mine as he comes and stands next to my stool.

“Hi.” His voice is low
and soft as his hand rests on my lower back, claiming me in front of everyone.
Yes,
that’s right. I’m with him.
Move along ladies.

“Hi, yourself.” I turn
my body and cross one leg over the other, the hem of my dress rising up on my
thigh and quickly catching his attention. I admire him while he admires my
legs. He’s looking as hot as ever in a dress shirt and tie that is partially
loosened and regards me sweetly, with soft eyes and parted lips.

“You look…” he runs a
hand through his hair and I smile, his eyes slowly scanning my body. “…I like
your dress. A lot.” 

“Thanks. Wait till you
see what’s under it.”

Stepping closer to me
so that his leg is brushing against mine, he slowly trails his hand up my thigh
under the table and stops at the metal clips of my garter. His neck pulses as
he swallows and slides his hand back out, pulling down my dress. 

“Per your request,” I
say as his lip curls up in the corner.

“So, Dylan, how’s the
bakery business going? That wedding cake you made was really fucking good,
right, Joey? Didn’t you have like six pieces?” Ian says as he steals Juls’
stool before pulling her into his lap. She runs her fingers along his collar,
blissfully oblivious to anyone but him.

“Whatever. I burned it
off later with Billy.”

“Well, I’m glad you
guys got to enjoy the cake since I didn’t. I was a bit preoccupied with my own
drama.” My eyes quickly flick to Reese who is watching me, studying me with a
small smile. I give him a quick wink before I turn back to Ian. “But yeah,
business is good. Busy as we usually are in the summer. I think I have a
wedding every weekend to bake for until September.”

“Yeah, we’re crazy
busy. And when she’s not whipping up wedding cakes, she’s floating on cloud
nine all over that damn shop from the love notes and deliveries she’s been
receiving.” Joey sighs dramatically as I tense in my seat. “It’s all very
romantic.”

Reese’s hand moves on
my back, his thumb rubbing the material of my dress.

I quickly shove my
chatty friend and spill some of his beer on the table. “Remind me why I hired
you as my assistant?”

“Because I’m gorgeous
and can sell anything to anyone,” he replies playfully.

“Please, you say that
like my treats don’t sell themselves.” I twirl my ice in my glass. “If
anything, you’re more of a liability to have around. Just how many sexual
harassment suits are pending against you this month?” Not that he really had
any, but it wouldn’t surprise me the way Joey flirted daily with customers. He
rolls his eyes as Juls giggles against Ian.

“Jesus Christ. You two
fight like you’re married,” Billy says as he returns to the table with three
beers, passing two of them to Ian and Reese.

“We practically are,
and before you ask, I’m the man in the relationship,” I reply, sucking on an
ice cube before dropping it back into my glass. Reese laughs quietly next to me
and I glance up at him, meeting his stare.

“Baby, do you hear what
I have to put up with daily? Tell Dylan to be nice to me.” Joey strokes Billy’s
arm and I see my opportunity.

“Hey, Joey, would you
like me to get you anything from the bar? Another beer, some food, your balls
maybe?” Juls slams her hand down on the table and laughs as Billy’s face lights
up. Ian and Reese both chuckle as Joey glares at me.

“Bitch,” he
murmurs. 

“Anyways---” Billy
stretches out before his eyes flash to Reese and then quickly to mine.
“---Reese tells me you thought he was married. That’s probably the funniest
thing I’ve heard all year.”

“Fuck off,” Reese
mutters against his glass.

Billy chuckles and
sweetly rubs Joey’s arm. “Oh come on. You? Tied down?” Billy’s eyes shift from
Reese to mine after I register Reese’s slight head shake. “It was even funnier
when we heard that you slapped the shit out of him for it.”

“Shit yeah it was,” Ian
chimes in and kisses Juls quickly on the cheek. “I would’ve paid to see that.”
I shrug and glance up at Reese who seems to be thinking of something, his eyes
staring off past the table.

“You should have seen
how pissed she was in the shop. I actually thought she was going to return back
to work with your balls in her purse,” Joey directs towards Reese and I shift
in my chair, feeling his eyes on me as I slowly glance up and meet them.

“Well, I happen to be
very fond of my testicles so I’m glad that shit got cleared up.” He looks
around at everyone before dropping his eyes back to mine. Leaning in, he holds
my neck with one hand and whispers into my hair, “Come home with me.”

I shake my head slowly
and smile, glancing quickly around the table. Joey and Billy are now in deep
conversation as they both walk towards the bar together and Juls is straddling
Ian’s lap.
Sweet Jesus, get a room is right
. My gaze goes back to Reese.
His eyes narrow as he picks up my glass and slips an ice cube in his mouth,
slowly sucking on it and making my skin tingle. I swallow loudly.

“Why not? I want to
take you to bed, immediately.”

I blink slowly,
suddenly feeling drunk from his voice and the intensity behind it. “No beds,” I
say flatly, seeing his expression shift to curiosity. I explain myself. “Beds
are intimate. And we’re just having fun. Keeping it casual. Right?”

He studies me as he
places my empty drink down. “Of course.”

“Sex in beds leads to
sleepovers and I think it would be better for me if we didn’t take it there.”
This had to be said. If I was going to attempt to just have casual sex with
Reese, I couldn’t do anything that would lead to me getting attached. I’m
already losing sleep over the man and we barely know each other.

“Are you telling me
that I’m restricted to fucking you in public places only?”

“You say that like it’s
a bad thing.”

“No, love, fucking you
anywhere
could never be a bad thing. I was just dead set on getting your hot little ass
in my bed.” His eyes burn into mine as his hand lightly trails down my
shoulder.

I smooth his tie down
as his fingers lightly trickle down my arm. “I just think this is how it needs
to be. Besides, I’m sure there are at least a handful of hard surfaces in here
that you’ve already thought about throwing me up against.”

His infectious laugh
pulls me in and I join him. “Yes, you’re right about that.” His hand holds the
side of my face and he leans in, brushing his lips softly against mine before
pulling back an inch.“But I want to get you naked and I’d prefer it if I did it
without an audience. Are you opposed to fucking in vehicles?”

After swiping my tongue
across my lip to taste him, I grab my purse and stand up. “Not at all. Lead the
way, handsome.” 

We say our goodbyes to
Juls and Ian who pay us little attention. They’re practically having sex at the
table now anyway and couldn’t care less what we do. He grabs my hand and pulls
me through the bar and out the door, leading me down the sidewalk and stopping
in front of a vehicle that makes my jaw hit the pavement.

“Holy shit. You drive a
Range Rover?” I ask as he pulls his keys out and hits the unlock button.

“Yes. Is that okay?”

“Don’t these things
cost like ninety grand?” My eyes rake over the car with amazement.

He laughs and opens the
back door. “Something like that.”

I squeal as I’m lifted
off my feet and pushed into the back seat. Reese slides in behind me and closes
the door. Pulling me into his lap, I straddle his waist as his hands slide down
my sides and hold tightly on to my hips. His thumbs press against the front of
my pelvis and I feel my core constrict.

“Are you sure I can’t
convince you to let me take you to my place? I want to slowly devour you and I
feel like this venue won’t allow me to appreciate it as much.”

I laugh against his
mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip until he opens for me and tangles his
tongue with mine.
Christ, I forgot how good he was at this. Just kissing.

I somehow manage to
break away for a second. “Mmm, devour me, huh?”

He nods, tilting my
head up with his hand and kissing down my neck. My hem is hiked up with his
other hand and his fingers graze my stockings where they meet my garter.

“Would you be able to
devour me on a couch?”

He pulls back and I
drop my head. “Couches aren’t intimate?”

“No, not at all. And I
want to be devoured on yours. Slowly.” His forehead is resting against mine and
we’re both panting.  I’ve given in easily to the idea of going home with
him, really easily. But honestly, this man could convince me to do anything at
this point. I’m fairly certain that if he asked me to commit a major felony
with him, I would do it willingly and with the same fucking smile that I’m
wearing now.

His eyes widen and he
slides me off his lap. “Fuck yes. Let’s go, love.”

Standing in an elevator
with Reese Carroll in a massive building full of luxurious condos is one of the
most surreal moments of my life so far. I can’t believe what I am doing, or
what I am about to do with this man. Well, I mean, of course I knew going out
tonight was going to lead to sex with him, but I had firmly decided on not
leaving with him. I figured we would sneak off into the bathroom at The Tavern
or into a dark and secluded corner to hump like rabbits. But here I am, riding
the elevator of his building to the tenth floor with him watching me from
across the small space. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not drop to
my knees on this pristine marble floor and suck him off right here and now. I
feel green eyes on me as I stare ahead at the numbers on the panel, loving the
fact that he hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got out of his car.

“See something you
like?” I ask playfully as he leans against the mirrored wall.

“Very. But why are you
standing so far away from me? Afraid I might violate you before we even get to
my couch?”

I swallow loudly.
Violate
me? Yes, anytime.
The elevator pings and the doors open before I have a
chance to answer.

We’re barely in the
door of his condo when it’s kicked closed behind us and I’m being pinned
against the wall. His mouth is hot and needy against mine, sucking and tasting
every dip and corner as our tongues move together. I grip the back of his head
and pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it slowly, drawing a long groan from
his parted lips. His hands move over every inch of my back and down to the hem
of my dress.

“Take it off,” he
orders as he grips my hips and moves backwards, leading me out of the entryway
and into a giant living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it.

“Whoa. Your place is
really nice.” I quickly glance all around me. We’ve stopped in front of a long
black leather sofa that faces a fireplace with a giant television mounted on
the wall.

“Dylan, take the dress
off.”

I smile and look up at
him from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over one
shoulder. “Unzip me please.” Startling a bit at the touch of his hands on my
bare shoulders, he keeps one there while the other slowly pulls the metal
zipper down my spine, stopping just above my backside.

“Thank you,” I say
softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves,
letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind
me.
And this is why garters were invented.
I smile without him
knowing. 

“Holy shit. Turn
around.”
Mmm I liked bossy Reese.
  

Taking a little longer
than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress,
standing directly in front of him in my cream colored lacy bra, matching
panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside
his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes and even more slowly
back up to my face. I see his adam’s apple roll in his throat.

“Be gentle,” I whisper,
and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something that I thought
I’d been feeling and didn’t think he could see.
Is he nervous?

“You’re so fucking
beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful
before. Sexy, hot, I even got good enough to eat one time. But never beautiful.
Shit, why did he have to say that? 
He steps into me and wraps his
arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down
onto the couch.

“Oh!” I yelp at the
cold leather as it touches my bare skin.

Kneeling next to me on
the floor, he grabs my one leg and hooks it over the back of the couch and
brings the one closest to him up to rest over his shoulder. I begin to shake
against him, knowing exactly what’s coming.  He trails light kisses up my
inner thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you again. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
He moves to my other thigh and repeats the action, causing me to tremble. “You
have me so fucking wound up here, Dylan. You
will
come in my mouth
several times before I fuck you.”

“Jesus, you keep
talking like that and I’m gonna come before you touch me.” My body arches
towards his mouth as he laughs against my skin. I know he’s right. I know he
will bring me multiple orgasms tonight because he’s
that
good. His hot
breath warms me against my panties and I moan, feeling his finger slide the
thin sheer material to the side ever so gently.

“Oh.” I groan loudly.

His first lick is slow
and lingering, ending with a sharp flick of my clit and causing an involuntary
tremble of my body against his mouth. Throwing my hands over my head and
digging into the arm rest, I look down my body and meet his eyes. His tongue
licks in between every fold and swirls around and inside of me.

“Oh my God, you’re so
good at that.”  My chest is rising and falling rapidly, my stomach
clenched as he works me. I’ve never had oral sex feel like this, not even close
to this. A strong urge begins slowly building in my gut as he brushes hard
against my clit and pulls it into his mouth, sucking relentlessly.

“Feel it, Dylan. Feel
what I can do to you.” Darting his tongue inside me and fucking me with it, my
leg that is hooked over the couch begins to slip as I buck against him. His
hand darts out and pushes it back over, leaving me wide open for him to
expertly explore with his mouth.

“Oh God.” I cry out,
tightening every muscle in my body.

Two fingers take the
place of his tongue as he licks above his hand, giving extra attention to my
swollen nub. He moves slowly, stretching me with his fingers as I begin rolling
my hips against his face. My orgasm hits hard and fast, sending me spinning off
into orbit as I scream his name and reach down to hold him right where I need
him.

“Mmm.” He moans against
me and the vibration shoots up my body and hits every nerve. His fingers slow
their torture as he continues licking me, bringing me down slowly but not quite
enough to ease the throbbing.

“Oh God. Reese,
please.”                         

I knew that begging him
to stop was of no use. Plus, did I really want him to stop? I’ve never had an
orgasm from a guy’s mouth on me before and I knew my next one wasn’t far
behind. I moan loudly and bite my lip as he glides one hand up my body,
massaging my breast as he licks between my legs.

“You taste amazing. I
could do this for days, love.”

I groan and arch away
from the couch, his hands lifting my ass into the air. “Don’t stop.” My skin
ignites and the fire that had been barely doused comes roaring back to life
inside me. The only parts of my body touching the couch now are my shoulders
and my head. Reese is supporting everything else as he moves his fingers
quickly, slipping a third one inside and pushing with the perfect amount of
pressure against my clit with his thumb. His mouth nibbles on the tender skin
of my thigh and I cry out.

“Reese. OhmyGod.”

“Give it to me, Dylan,”
he growls.

I come again and it’s
even deeper than my last one. The leg that is hung over the couch is now
resting on his other shoulder and I grip my thighs tight against his head. He
sucks on my clit and rides out my orgasm with me, finally allowing me to touch
back down after my trembling stops. Slipping my legs off his shoulders, he
places them gently on the couch and this time, the cold leather feels welcoming
on my now glistening skin.

“That was… that right
there… was…” I have no words. No words have been invented to describe that. My
breathing is so strained that I can barely speak even if I
did
have the
words. I open my eyes and see him standing next to the couch, slowly pulling at
his tie with his amused expression.

“Epic?”

I quickly swing my legs
over the side and stand up, my wobbly orgasmic legs causing me to stumble
against him and into his arms. “Jesus, you’ve rendered me crippled.”

“Lie back down. I’m
nowhere near done with you, love.”

I slowly raise my eyes
to his and lick my lips. “I figured, but I want to undress you.”

He arches an eyebrow
and licks my arousal off his lips as he holds his arms out to me. I step out of
my heels and drop down a few inches, the top of my head now falling just below
his nose. Reaching up slowly, I pull at his tie and slide it off from around
his collar, dropping it at my feet.

“I’ve been dying to see
you naked. It’s all
I’ve
thought about,” I say as my fingers begin
working at the buttons on his dress shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes
for me.” I’m fumbling nervously, the anticipation of getting his clothes off
causing me to fidget a bit but I don’t care. I focus in on my task.

“Yeah, I know the
feeling. You look incredible, but I can’t wait to get you
out
of that.”

I glance up at him from
under my lashes and part my lips, seeing his eyes on my chest. I haven’t
thought about the fact that he hasn’t seen me naked yet. I’m still wearing
everything I had put on earlier underneath my dress. Bringing one hand behind
my back, I quickly unhook my bra while the other stays firmly planted on his
chest. I slowly slide it down my arms and let it drop to the floor, hearing a
soft moan escape him. My heavy breasts bob freely and tingle in the
anticipation of his body on them. He brings his hands up and rakes them through
his hair.  “Problem?” I ask, continuing the unbuttoning of his shirt.

He shakes his head, his
eyes lingering on my chest. “No, no problem. Those could never be a problem.”

I smile and push his
shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, reaching quickly for the bottom of
his T-shirt and pull it over his head.
Holy shit.
My breathing picks up
as I run my hands over the sharp outline of his chest and down to his abs,
tracing the lines of his six-pack.
Or eight pack? Jesus.
Never have I
ever seen or touched a body like this. He’s hard and defined but his skin is
smooth and it tenses as I graze over every inch of it.

“You’re so beautiful,”
I say softly, licking my lips as I begin tugging at his belt. A soft laugh
causes me to look up.

“Can I please be
something a little more manly? Beautiful should only be reserved for you.” He
brushes the back of his hands up my stomach and trails the underside of my
breasts.

“Handsome then?
Superbly handsome?” I smile up at him and he nods, the corner of his lips
curling up.

His thumbs run over my
erect nipples. 
Fuck the slow touching. I needed him now.
My
fingers spring to life and I unbutton and unzip him quickly, pushing his pants
and boxers down and stagger back at the sight of his erection.
Yup, just as
massive as I remembered.
A crazy thought enters my mind as he pulls his
shoes and socks off, stepping out of his pants. Not crazy, fucking insane. But
before I can think where the hell this thought came from, my mouth opens.

“I’m not sleeping with
anybody else,” I say quickly, my eyes running over his naked body.  His
waist is narrow, the prominent V staring me right in the face. Long muscular
legs run on for miles. Even his feet are perfect.
Jesus, his body is deadly.
I glance up at him and see his expression. He’s watching me, studying me. “I
just, I know that this is just sex and nothing else, but I’m not going to be
sleeping with anyone but you.” I’m talking so fast, I’m unsure if he’s catching
any of what I’m saying.
Where the fuck is this coming from?
“I want to
be monogamously casual, or casually monogamous. Fuck, is that even a saying? I
don’t know. We don’t have to be. I mean, if you want to sleep with other women,
then that’s fine. But if you don’t---”

“Dylan.”

“I’m sorry.” I cover my
face and feel completely mortified but I don’t stop. It’s like word vomit at
this point. “It’s just, I want to feel you. Just you. I’ve never done it
without a condom before and I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other guy and we
always used protection. And I’ve been on birth control for years.”
Fucking
hell I’m an idiot. “
Christ, never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll go
grab a condom out of my purse.” I drop my hands and turn to walk towards the
entryway where I dropped my purse in the heat of passion. His hand grips my
wrist and stops me.

“Why are you so nervous
all of a sudden? We’ve already had sex and you’ve had two orgasms tonight
already. You should be completely relaxed with me.”

I look anywhere but his
face. His chest is yearning to be touched, his broad shoulders, and his cut
arms. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts it to meet his eyes. “I don’t
know, you’re naked.” I motion to the wonder that stands before me. His tight
body is definitely making my brain scramble. “I’m having trouble thinking
straight.”

He muffles his laugh.
“Relax. I
was
sleeping with someone else up until the wedding, but I
ended it. It wasn’t serious anyway. I don’t usually do serious.”
Okay, that
made sense.
“I think monogamously casual is a saying, and if that’s what
you want to be then that’s what we’ll be.” He pauses and I step closer to him,
granting him access to my body. He snakes his arms around my waist and holds me
against him, skin to skin. The sensation warms me instantly. “And I’ve always
used condoms. Always. If this is what you want and you’re sure---”