She shrugs.
“Let’s go home,” I tell her. “We’ll drink cocoa by the fire. I’ll even rub your feet.” I wrap my arm around her and hold her close as we leave. Inside I’m fuming at what happened, but I don’t want Addison to know that. I don’t want her to worry or be upset, and I certainly don’t want her to feel like we’re doing anything wrong. Because we’re not.
In fact, everything with Addison feels like it’s too right. And that’s the part that’s got me nervous.
Addison
Rex is right—I did know Damien was a son of a bitch the moment I met him. And yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have let him get to me but he did.
Rex certainly comforts me later at his house. My God, the things Rex Croft does to my body…and the things he makes me want to do to his. The thing is, Rex not only makes me feel sexy as hell but he also makes me feel protected, like with that douche on the pier.
I know that when I’m with Rex, nothing very bad can happen.
Lately I’ve been trying to balance all my acting preparations—and the few auditions I’ve been able to scrounge up—with being with Rex. He’s wanted me by his side a lot, which I love—there’s no place I’d rather be than with Rex.
But acting, and landing a role, is something totally separate. It’s something I need to keep my soul burning, but it’s also something I need to keep that leaky roof over my head.
I didn’t move to L.A. to hook up with a rich guy—although he’s certainly an unexpected bonus despite his wealth, which frankly makes me a little uncomfortable at times. I mean, who flies to Catalina Island for dinner? Or has a personal shopper…for their girlfriends?
Okay, pause. I don’t know if I am his girlfriend. All I know is that I love being with him. I just wish he’d open up to me more. If he keeps holding back from me, it’s only going to hold us back from getting even closer—and I want to be closer to Rex, emotionally.
I’ve told him about my painful past, and I know there’s something similar about his but he just won’t tell me. It’s frustrating. I can feel us connecting more and more with every moment we spend together, yet there’s still a part of him that he’s not giving over to me.
I guess I’ve been a bit guarded too, but I’m trying. I’m also trying to figure out what all this means. I’m dating a guy who wanted to marry me, a total stranger, the first night he met me. Before he even met me, in fact. Where does he want to take our relationship now that he knows I won’t marry for anything except love, and he seems to hold back emotionally?
A couple of days after the pier incident, I find out about a new audition. It’s for a speaking role on television show. It’s probably a long shot but the role is perfect for me. I get so excited about it, convincing myself I can actually land this one that I immediately start prepping. Later that evening, Rex calls and asks if he can stop by.
“Of course you can,” I tell him. Being in his huge house is incredible but like a fantasy—it doesn’t seem quite real. But I have been there enough now that I know the layout and all the rooms. He did give me the real tour, after all. But since then I’ve roamed around on my own. One thing I know for sure is that there are a lot of unused rooms in that house. They’re cold and sterile and wasted spaces. It’s one reason why I don’t mind him coming to my little hovel, even though it’s pretty funny to see a guy who is used to such wealth sitting on my foam mattress.
When he arrives I’ve just finished my acting exercises and realize I’m starving. Rex thinks of everything and arrives carrying Chinese takeout from a really nice restaurant in Beverly Hills.
“Thought you might be hungry,” he says, setting the bags down and taking off his coat.
“You know me so well,” I say, and I mean it especially when I see he got chicken dumplings.
“First, come here,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m starving too, you know.”
Every time he kisses me my mind goes blank. All my senses, in fact, dissipate. Even the extreme hunger I felt moments ago fade away and all I crave is Rex’s mouth, Rex’s skin, Rex’s hands.
His kisses trail down my neck as his hands trail down my waist and back up over my breasts. Eager little butterflies flutter in my stomach at his touch, and I press into him. His dick is already so hard and I wonder if he had a hard-on on the drive over here. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. I move into him more.
I run my hand over his thick cock, rubbing him through his pants. He pulls off my shirt and goes quickly for my bra so that he can take my tit in his mouth and suck on me. My head falls back at the intense pleasure, and a moment later I’m taking his pants off and he’s falling on top of me onto my bed. He removes my own pants, leaving us both with one article of clothing each—tiny bits of fabric keeping us from coming together as one.
He moves his stiff member over my sex, pushing into me as he kisses my neck. I wrap my arms around him, feeling his skin and the hard muscles on his arms.
“I love the way you feel,” I tell him.
“Addison,” he says, moving over me.
“And I love it when you say my name.”
“Addison,” he says. “Addison, Addison, Addison…”
I move from under him and quickly straddle him. I take his hands and move them to my breasts, letting him hold and massage me as I press down on his cock, slowly moving on him, our eyes watching one another.
“I love watching you,” he tells me. “Are you going to ride me? I want to watch you ride my cock.” His hand moves down to me, and he presses his thumb over my panties just where my clit is. I moan out and drop my head back as he circles it, my cunt so wet and wanting more of him but I don’t dare move when he’s touching me like this. It feels too freaking good. I grind down a little more.
“I want to be inside you,” he says, and that’s all I need. I take down his boxer briefs and slip out of my own panties. Before I straddle him again I go down on him, licking his cock so long and hard, right from the base to tip. He lets out a moan. Knowing how much he loves what I do to him with my mouth—he’s told me enough times—makes me even more excited to do it to him again and again. Every time I do it, though, I’m still surprised at how big he is, and how determined I am to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I bob my head slowly up and down over his cock, taking pause to lick the head and suck on it a little before going back down again as far as I can manage.
“Jesus, Addison. You’re going to make me come,” he says. He puts his hands lightly on my head. “I want to come inside you.”
I pull up and crawl back up to him, placing my knees on either side of him. With his wet dick in my hand, I sit up higher to fit him inside my pussy. I slowly lower myself onto him, tentative because of his enormous length. I can’t go down all at once; I need to work myself on him first, even though I’ve had him so many times.
Rex has his hands on my tits as I move over him, his face as tortured and hungry as mine must look. When I’ve finally stretched myself pussy enough for his massive size, my walls slick with desire for him, I start to move more quickly, coming down on him harder and harder. In no time I’m riding him properly, my tits bouncing in time, Rex helping me along with his hands back on my hips.