“What are we doing, Addi?” I knew I wasn’t thinking with my dick, even though I felt myself painfully hard for this girl. No, this was something different.
I felt her lips plant kisses against my throat, trying to pull me down closer, while I adjusted to this feeling at a comfortable distance away.
She whispered against my neck, “We’re fulfilling every guys dream… fucking the girl of your dreams in your old bed, while your parents sleep down the hall.”
Without saying a thing about feelings, I knew by her softer, slower kisses she felt it too. Sinking down between her legs, my knees forced her legs to open more. Her hands pushed down my boxers, while our mouths finally found each other. I didn’t waste any time pushing my tongue in her mouth, licking her tongue until she played with mine. I felt her body squirm against mine for more of me to fill more than this one hole of hers.
I didn’t even need to guide myself to where I wanted to be, Addi’s wetness made it easy to slip inside her in one motion, taking my breath away with every inch I eased in deeper.
I had to pull my mouth away to take a breath or face dying inside her, which didn’t seem awful, compared to all the other deaths I could face.
I don’t know what made the question pop into my head, or where the motivation to push it out of my mouth came from, while she wiggled under me for control. “Where am I on your master list?”
Addi’s master list cut decision making out of her life and permanently stopped her from ever slipping back into her sister’s shadow. She never would tell me what was on it, but I could guess Mister and her appearance were wedged between whatever else was on her fucked up dangerous wish list.
“The most dangerous thing: fall in love.”
I told myself I heard her wrong. There was no way someone could be so sure about me.
“Don’t joke, Addi.”
Her motivation was hitting pause when she pushed down all the lust driven movements and stared up at me, her hands touching either side of my face. “Is it so hard to believe someone could love you? Did she break even the hopeful parts?”
I stopped comparing, thinking, of Layla altogether. Addi didn’t share any of her spotlight, and there wasn’t any room for runner’s up trophies on her shelf. She forced every inner thought to silence just with consistency.
“I was born without hope.”
“You want to be born without hope, but no one truly loses all sense of hope. It's just buried down deep. I’ll dig it up.”
“I don’t keep you around for therapy, Addi. I’m between your legs to feel something different.” I picked up the motion of my hips, except this time my thrusts were short and hard instead of drawn out. I was harboring the flames, keeping them from licking her body, while she tried to give our love story some filtered fuel. I didn’t want hope, the laughter, or the bullshit; I wanted the tough stuff, because that’s what I could handle.
The pace I was pushing my length between her legs left her chasing moans and whimpers, unable to indulge me in her forced therapy session. She arched her back and leaned her body into the small space between us. When her tongue dragged against my jaw up to my ear, she whispered, “Loving you will drive me mad, but you loving me? Gonna be all the therapy you ever need.”
She wasn’t whispering sweet nothings in my ear, while I fucked her into being quiet; she was right. She was all the therapy I needed.
Just her being around more than normal had pushed Layla from my mind, and I couldn’t ignore how much better it felt not letting the losing weigh on me.
Her warm tongue rimming my ear made my hips sink into hers even more. Her grip around me was tight enough that the slightest movement felt like a vice I could get addicted to. I had enough of her torture when I pulled out and started barking commands: “All fours.”
She was more than happy to comply with my demands, because I knew this position was her favorite. It had the ability to pause all the vibrant Addi qualities that assaulted you and turn them into liquid gold—her breathy moans.
With my hands on her hips, I pulled her back into me until her ass hit on balls and my knuckles brushed her clit when I lined myself up with her. She grinded back into me. “Hunter, stop teasing.”
Her hips already started throwing her weight back into me as soon as she felt my width from this angle. I wasn’t vocal in bed. I left that to the women I fucked, but Addi elicited all the sounds I never made. Grunting in frustration, I wanted all the foreplay I hated to be over so we could both race to the feeling we were chasing.
Anything more than five minutes was foreplay. Everything besides coming was foreplay. I was interested in how we get there just getting there.
I let my body fold down on top of hers, with my hand snaking up to her throat, making sure she stayed quiet in my grip—not enough to hurt, but to make a point. I didn’t need parental patrol making my second bust of the night.
The fast, aggressive movements had us both out of breath. I couldn’t hold out no matter how much I felt the irony of fucking her in my old bed I slept in as a teenage with the endurance of three minutes. I felt like that same teenager who discovered very few things in life felt good: pot and pussy were those two things.
Some guys didn’t care if the women they were with felt the free fall of coming, as long as they got their rocks off. I wasn’t one of those guys. I liked winning as much as my dad did, and this was a team sport.
My hand slid down her stomach and over her hips until the pads of my fingers made her push back into me again, toying with her sensitive spot, I watched her still. She was undeniably close to the edge. I got my revenge on Addi when I let my tongue swipe up her back and shoulder until I reached her ear. “Don’t fight it, baby. Let it happen.”
Addi stilled, with bed sheets tangled in her fists and knees slipping further apart with every thrust I gave her. I pressed my lips into her neck soaking up her coming; it was a performance in itself. She put on a show when it came to orgasming. She filled a range of flirtatious to desperate all in minutes.
She came undone right against me, pushing her sloppy wetness into my fingers even more, riding them until she felt high off of me.
I kissed the side of her mouth that was gaping open, as she tried to catch her breath again. I wasn’t done with her; now that she had reached complete, rapture it was my turn. The teenager living vicariously in me right now wasn’t going to need long. Although, if I had my choice, we’d just run this on a loop.
Addi
Hunter didn’t only kill my sanity, amp up my anxiety, and somehow still make me feel more whole than ever, but he had the fingers of someone who could dig into my soul and produce bliss.
I was still floating on some imaginary cloud from what he did to me, and now I was chasing my high with a second dose as he dragged my hips back to meet his hips. I let my chest sink into his bed, smelling the reminiscence of his scent lingering: pot, cologne, sex, sweat… everything that bloomed in danger. All of the parts of Hunter I loved the most.
I was spread out, invading his space, with my leg laying over his hip and my hand over his heart, trying to recover from two highs. “Come to dinner Friday? Meet my parents?”
It was a long shot that Hunter would agree to something so traditional. Having him there would be the therapy I needed from going even more mad. Liz, her husband, her newborn and my parents wasn’t even a fair fight. I was outnumbered and still had to deal with letting down Mister gently enough to keep him from getting me kicked out of school. I didn’t plan on leaving school, unless a gig I couldn’t refuse landed in my lap. I had every intention of perfecting my craft; I was bred from two type-A personalities after all.