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  He leaned back and I sat down on one of his knees, draping an arm around him and kissing him on the cheek.

  “I feel like a princess,” I said.

  He smiled.

  “This is the most amazing hotel ever,” I said, noticing a little silver dome over a plate next to the champagne bucket.

  “I’m glad you’re excited,” he said. “I was hoping you’d find it fun.”

  “Fun?!” I leaned back, nearly losing my balance, but his hand was on my lower back before I even managed to grab his shoulder. “Fun doesn’t even cover it.”

  I set my feet back on the floor and slipped my arm out from behind him so I could lean forward and pour two glasses of champagne. When the second one was half full, I felt Wyatt lower my zipper down my back to the top of my ass.

  My insides clenched, and I knew there was no use in pretending I didn’t want him to take me. “What are you doing back there?” I asked, setting the champagne back in the bucket.

  “Thought I’d loosen that a little for you,” he said. “Seemed a bit tight all of a sudden.”

  I straightened up and looked over my shoulder. “You’re sure you’re not confusing my outfit with your pants?”

  One corner of his mouth curled up. “You know what? I think maybe I was,” he said, pulling my hips back in his lap until I was lying against his torso, the light scratch of his five o’clock shadow against my neck.

  A moment later, he pinned me against him, forcing my legs apart and cupping my snatch with one hand while he slid the other- still cold from opening the champagne- in the top of my jumpsuit, bringing my nipples to attention.

  “What are you doing with me?” I whispered as he flattened his fingers against the thin fabric between my legs, warming me all over from the bottom up.

  He traced the outer rim of my ear with his tongue. “Anything I want.”

  Chapter 13: Wyatt

  Her hair smelled like strawberries.

  And when she arched her back and clasped her hands together behind my neck, I pulled her tighter against me, clenching my jaw as I worked my fingers against her snatch and listened to the first soft whimpers of the night escape from her delicate throat.

  It was unreal how much it turned me on to have her succumb to me that way. I loved how one second she could be pretending to resist me and the next she’d be writhing gently in my arms.

  She was hands down the sexiest woman I’d ever met, and it was a privilege to put my hands on her, to feel her body respond to my touch.

  And she was right. My pants were tight. But so was that goddamn jumpsuit that had been taunting me all night, hanging over the curve of her ass and hiding her gorgeous legs. And that was before I learned she was going commando.

  Her breasts heaved with her breath in my palm, and it wasn’t long before her clit began to burn my fingertips.

  “You’re soaking,” I growled in her ear as the damp patch beneath my hand grew wetter.

  She moaned and tilted her hips towards my hand, letting it happen, wanting it to happen.

  I pinched her nipple between two fingers and she inhaled sharply, the sound of her breath making my dick strain in my pants. I had half a mind to make her come like that- right through her pants until she shook in my lap, but I wanted to keep driving her crazy even more than I wanted to make her come.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  Suddenly her hands were on mine, sliding them away from her, the cool air on my palms coming as a shock after the heat of her skin.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

  She turned around to face me, lifting one leg after the other so she could straddle me.

  I could feel the heat from her snatch against my cock, where it was swollen against her.

  If it weren’t for our clothes, I would’ve lost control, would’ve slid right inside her and bucked up into her center, forcing her to gush over me. I would’ve watched her lips fall apart as her breath left her lungs when I filled her up, relishing the way her pussy constricted me like a predator locking its jaws.

  “Everything’s fine,” she asked, rocking her hips against my shaft.

  It was all I could do to keep from taking control of her hips.

  Her eyes dropped to my lips and then my shirt, and her hands followed them to my top button.

  I reached forward and peeled the top part of her jumpsuit down to her waist, exposing her soft breasts. I moaned and took them in my hands, kneading them like dough as they rose and fell in my hands.

  When she undid the last button, she pushed my shirt open and ran her hands down my chest, her eyes following them down.

  When she looked up at me, I was staring at her face, admiring the way her flushed cheeks matched her lips and her nipples… and probably her clit if I had to guess.

  “What?” she asked, clasping her hands behind my neck.

  “You are too fucking sexy for words.”

  She smiled, grinding her hips against me until her eyes looked hazy.

  I put my hands around her waist and lifted her towards me so one of her breasts fell into my mouth, and I sucked it hard until it puckered between my teeth. Then I flicked it with my tongue and sucked it again, dropping my hands so I could sink my fingers into the cheeks of her ass. When I opened my mouth, I inhaled, hoping the cool air would startle her. Then I sucked the other just the same, circling it with the tip of my tongue until it was hard.

  She slid down my chest when I lowered her, and I snagged her lips on mine, plunging my tongue into her mouth.

  When she sank down in my lap again, I slid my hands up the back of her head and with one hand, I made a fist around her hair while I rolled her tongue over in my mouth, tossing it as greedily as I would toss her snatch. She tasted so sweet it made my mouth water.

  When she pulled back, her eyes were glassy and drunk, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.

  “Stand up,” I said, taking one of her hands and helping her to her feet.

  She stood between my knees and when I looked up at her, her breasts looked as plump as hanging fruit.

  I reached up and hooked my fingers in her jumpsuit where it was folded at her waist.

  She swallowed and tucked her hair behind her ear.

  Then I leaned forward, pulled her suit down around her ankles, and leaned back against the couch to admire her.

  She distracted me for a moment by biting her bottom lip.

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her back down so she had no choice but to straddle me again.

  Before she could even take a breath, I had a hand against the heat between her legs.

  Her expression was more vulnerable all of a sudden- almost like she could read my mind- and I dragged my fingertips the length of her wet slick and then brought them to my lips, furrowing my brow as I licked them.

  “You always taste so fucking good,” I said, lowering my hands down again and shoving my fingers inside her.

  She dug her fingertips into my shoulders as her lips fell apart.

  I worked my fingers deeper until she gushed around them.

  Her eyelids trembled and her head fell to the side, exposing her pale neck.

  I curled my fingers inside her, pulling her close from the inside out.

  She whimpered, the sound almost inaudible.

  I lowered my hand and then forced another finger inside her.

  Her juices were dripping down the inside of my wrist as she struggled for breath.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said, clenching my jaw and inhaling through my nose. “Can you do that for me?”

  Without warning, she raised herself up and scooted back, squeezing my fingers from her tight snatch.

  I was worried she was going to fall when her feet slid from the edge of the couch, but her hands reached out for the coffee table behind her, and she sat her bare ass on it and panted, gripping the edge of the table with her hands.

  My eyes dropped to the space between her open legs where her swollen clit was p
ink and wet.

  She shook her head.

  I furrowed my brow. “What?”

  She straightened up and reached behind her for one of the glasses of champagne.

  I watched her take a sip and then another.

  She put one hand over her chest, as if signaling me that she just needed a moment to catch her breath. Then she took one last sip and set the glass down, licking her lips.

  The glass table top fogged between her legs.

  She lifted her chin. “Take off your pants.”

  I’d never cared less that someone didn’t say please.

  She crossed her legs and let her attention rest between my legs.

  I undid my belt and lowered my zipper. Then I lifted my ass off the couch and slid my pants and boxers down to the floor.

  My dick stood between us like a fucking lighthouse.

  “And your shoes,” she said, nodding towards the floor.

  I pushed them off one heel at a time and kicked them to the side with my clothes. I swear to god I could feel her eyes on my cock, and it felt so good I half expected her to bring me to the brink without lifting a finger.

  She lifted the glass again and tilted it down her throat. Then she set it down and slid off the table to the floor.

  My insides clenched with my jaw as I held my breath.

  She put her hands on my knees and slid them up until her palms were flat against my inner thighs.

  My balls tightened at their proximity.

  One of her hands curled, her nails scratching me lightly enough that I thought I was going to faint. But I didn’t.

  Because she put her other hand around my dick and started stroking it.

  “Goddamn it,” I breathed, letting my legs fall farther apart.

  And just when I didn’t think I could take any more, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around me.

  Chapter 14: Addison

  From the moment I straddled him, I knew I had to go through with it.

  I was nervous, of course. The last time I’d felt his dick swell against my tongue was in his studio, and the memory of that tryst still scared me as much as it turned me on.

  But it had been like playing with fire, and I guess I wasn’t the kind of girl who played with fire once and walked away.

  Besides, the agreement we’d come to downstairs was that we would celebrate every inch of each other, and I would be lying to myself if I ignored the inches of him that I found most interesting.

  As usual, he had me beyond worked up before my clothes were even off, and I didn’t dare think of the wet spot on my jumpsuit or how many fingers he had inside me moments ago. Any of those details might make me lose my nerve.

  But there was no going back once I dropped to my knees, no going back once I sucked his swollen head past my lips.

  His dick was warm against my tongue after the champagne, and as I sank my mouth down on him, he swelled for me.

  And it was nice to know I was in control this time around, that I could set the pace and decide how much pleasure to inflict on him at any given moment.

  I squeezed my hand around the base of his cock and he scooted towards me, the tip of his dick startling the back of my throat as my mouth watered over him.

  He was so solid it was easy to slide up and down him, and I moved my hand beside my lips slowly as I sucked him. But it wasn’t long before my jaw felt sore from the way I was taking him in, and I was lightheaded with excitement when I figured out how to give my mouth a rest.

  I slid off him, dragging my lip wrapped teeth up his shaft while I kept stroking him.

  When I felt his eyes on me, I looked up but didn’t say anything. Instead I just cocked his dick to the side and took his balls in my other hand, rolling them like grapes between my fingers.

  His eyebrows came together and his abs tightened before me.

  I kept my eyes on him as I lowered my head and laid my tongue flat against his balls.

  A growl bubbled up from his core as I licked him again, and the way his dick hardened in my hand let me know I’d found some more inches worth exploring.

  A few laps of my tongue later and his balls were so dense they barely moved when I licked them.

  I waited for him to groan again before taking one in my mouth. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it for the way he shuddered when I did it, for the way his breath grew shallow as I twirled my tongue around him.

  Once I got the hang of what I was doing, I started stroking him again, timing the flicks of my wrist with the flicks of my tongue.

  And I couldn’t believe how good it felt to make him melt like that, to be the one driving him crazy for a change.

  He slid forward on the couch some more, making it even easier for me to drag the tip of my tongue against his thin flesh, and I knew then that I had to drink him in.

  After all, he was always tasting me without my permission, looking me in the eye as he sucked my sweetness from his fingertips.

  I wanted that, to swallow him down like that so he was the one that couldn’t breathe, the one who couldn’t walk, the one who couldn’t think.

  “Stop,” he said.

  I didn’t.

  “Addison.”

  I released him from between my lips and looked up at him.

  “Come here.”

  “Am I doing something wrong?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

  He shook his head and put his hands under my elbows, lifting me gently. “No. You’re doing everything right.”

  I licked my lips.

  “You’re fucking sensational,” he said, pulling me up into his lap.

  I pushed my hair from my face and laid my knees down along the outside of his thighs.

  “But I have to stop you there.” He reached for his dick and pressed it against my clit.

  “Why?” I said, staying conscious of his hard on so it wouldn’t take me by surprise.

  “Cause I have to feel you here,” he said, guiding himself inside me.

  My lips fell apart as he pushed his way in, and with every inch, more air escaped my lungs until I was empty of everything except his desire for me.

  And I swear to god I’d never felt so full.

  It was so overwhelming I couldn’t move. I just sat there, the weight of my body against the base of his shaft.

  And something was pulsing where we were joined, but I couldn’t tell if it was me or him, and I was afraid it would become even more intense if I moved.

  So I did.

  As I fell forward, suddenly conscious of the deep place where he was hitting me, I knew the moan came from me, but I didn’t even recognize it. It was like my moans and my hips and my insides weren’t mine at all.

  It was as if my whole body had disappeared and there was nothing left but hot lava.

  And I melted against him, shocked that he could handle the heat I felt radiating from my center.

  And again I didn’t know if the energy was coming from me or if it was coming from him. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I’d never been so awake, so alive, so aroused in my entire life.

  I wrapped my arms around him, pressed my chest against his, and struggled for breath.

  And he took the lead, sinking his fingers into the cheeks of my ass and rocking me forwards, grinding me against him as I would’ve done if only I could’ve felt my legs.

  “Oh god Wyatt,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure bubbled up in me. “You’re so deep.”

  He didn’t say anything.

  Or maybe he did.

  I couldn’t tell. Hell I couldn’t even tell if I’d really said anything or if I’d only whimpered again.

  I bent my fingers, gathering his hair in my fists so I could hold on for dear life as he rocked me against him. “Oh god right there,” I said when my clit started to buzz.

  He growled in my ear and worked me against him faster, squeezing handfuls of my ass so hard- too hard- and I knew it would leave marks, but the pleasure was so extreme I didn’t even register
the pain.

  And then my hips started moving and I knew I was doing it, that I was riding him now, fucking him. And it was impossible to tell who wanted it more, but Hells Angels couldn’t have dragged me off his dick just then. And as I let the moans tumble out of me from deep inside, my insides began to boil.

  “Come for me,” he said in my ear.

  “Oh god,” I whispered, my words disappearing like smoke.

  “Come on,” he growled. “I want you to coat my dick.”

  A moment later, my orgasm tore through me, and I poured over him, my hips bucking of their own accord as I gasped for breath and squeezed my eyes shut to protect them from the explosion that was happening inside me.

  Then I collapsed against his chest and shuddered in his lap, smiling like an idiot.

  Chapter 15: Wyatt

  Thank god she came when she did cause I was about to fucking burst.

  It was all I could do to keep from coming when she collapsed against me after she came, too, especially because of the way her pussy was milking my dick like crazy, clenching around me so tight I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

  I wrapped my arms around her back and held her, waiting for her to catch her breath and trying to do the same.

  And I could tell my balls were fucking drenched. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with her, but I didn’t think any woman had ever come that hard riding me- or that much.

  Not that I was displeased.

  In fact, maybe more trips to The Abbott wouldn’t be the worst idea.

  As my hands rose and fell with her breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on trying to get my anxious dick under control. Just having her sat on me like that was so pleasurable it bordered on excruciating, and I didn’t want to bust my nut before I was ready, especially considering how much fun I was having dragging it out.

  When she finally leaned back to look at me, she was smiling like an idiot.

  I raised my eyebrows. “You alright?”

  She shook her head and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling.