She begged me to come to LA because of her dream, not me. I was justifying answers while being inside this girl the same way I fucked Layla for the hope she'd stop fighting me, not to get off.
I let go of her hands to use both of mine, pulling her ass into my crotch with every push and feeling every inch of my length coated with how wet she was.
Every muscle strained and my body glistened from the fast pace I was keeping. My jagged breath wanted more of her—a kind of more than her legs wrapped around me wasn’t doing justice. With my hands on her ass, I walked backwards, until I felt the bed against my calves, and I dropped down to a sitting position.
“Hunter…” Her voice was slick with desperation.
“Addileigh,” I retorted, like I always did, while she adjusted herself on top of me. With her legs pressed against the outside of my thighs, she lowered herself down on me, taking more of the length she couldn't against the wall.
With the help of my hands on her ass, she picked up the pace of her rolling hips. The knots in my stomach no longer felt dangerous, but a satisfaction I was chasing with Addi. I kept holding my breath, trying to live in those moments and swallowing my grunts, when she rolled away from my length, just to sink back down.
I pulled her against me, until her body was pressed against my chest, flush against me. My mouth found the crook of her neck to cover up most of the sounds I couldn’t hold back anymore. My lips rubbed against her skin with every movement, and I felt myself get even harder while she rode me.
I was shamefully close.
I paused, forcing the orgasm further away from washing over me in a thick downpour. Reaching for the side table, I scooped up my lighter and the half smoked joint left from last night, before I had fallen asleep. Pushing it between my lips, Addi reached up with my lighter, helping me out, while I shifted onto my elbow.
She wanted me to share. I was prepared to share my pot, but really, she wanted more. I could see that through her transparent eyes now.
I got comfortable between her legs, while my grip around myself lined up my tip with her slick entrance. Still inhaling around my joint, I didn't start moving until I needed to exhale. Finally back into a rhythm, I felt the relief creep up my spine, building a bonfire in the pit of my stomach.
Addi was moaning in a way that shook her whole body under me, like she was deprived and more needy than I had ever seen her. “Hunter… please.”
I picked up the pace when she stole the joint from my lips, slamming myself between her legs now tangled with mine. I was sure I was hurting her; my thickness and length weren’t meant for aggression, unless the girl wanted to feel it the next day.
“Hunter… stop holding back…” Her voice was hollow and shoved between moans. She was asking for more, when I was giving her everything, including the joint I was sucking on.
I let myself fall down to my forearms on either side of her body, trying to get a closer look at what I was missing, while my hips kept pushing against hers. Finally, I whispered, “What do you want, Addi?”
“You, Hunter. I want you.”
Something inside me broke, and it wasn't just the control to not come too soon.
How did I miss this? When did she decide to want me? Was I competing with her married suitor?
“Addi…” was all I knew how to say in that moment. Everything changed with one request to not hold back. Addileigh had stopped lusting for her married man, and somehow I was the object of her desires now. She wanted me, even though she knew Layla was still haunting my heart. She wanted even the ugly, undesirable parts of me that Layla didn't.
She loved me without me knowing. Unrequited.
With her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into her, she did something we never did often: she kissed me. Her tongue immediately shut up all the thoughts pushed between me and coming. Opening my mouth wider, I felt the warmth of her tongue urge my thrusts to slow down. I couldn't hold out much longer with her wetness wrapped around more than one part of me.
With one slow thrust and my hip stopping against hers, I whispered against her lips I had to pull myself from, “I’m gonna come, baby.”
I felt every part of her squeeze my length, and the release made my vocal chords shake, as I sunk into her, feeling every brick in the wall we had built being demolished.
I didn't roll off of Addi like I normally did. Instead, I pushed the now even smaller joint to my lips and sucked in the filling effect, trapping her under me, with me still inside her. I stayed silent, in case I was taking everything she said wrong. Staring down at her, I hoped she'd say something.
“That was amazing!. Oh, my god! Let's do it again…”
“You hit me with some news halfway through. Wanna explain?”
She snatched the almost killed joint, avoiding answering longer. “You were holding back with me.”
“Babe, I don't think I was holding back when I came inside you, no rubber.”
Her palm slapped against my shoulder. “That's not what I mean, and you know it.”
“You don't know what you're asking for. Trust me.”
Menacing was the appropriate word for my tone of voice, when I asked her to trust me. She didn’t want more than what we had; what we had was safe and good enough.
I was the guy with priors. I was the guy who was comfortable when it came to handcuffs, sold drugs for a living, didn’t care much for family, and checked every other box on the sheet labeled “not boyfriend material.” I was the guy your dad warned you about and your mom probably thought about while he was on top of her. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s boyfriend, and I was never trying again after the damage Layla did.
Finally rolling off Addi, I sat on the edge of the bed, pressing the home button on my phone so I could resume counting the time down until my meeting later. She sat up on her knees behind me kissing my shoulders, like I needed her to lick the wounds of me rejecting her.
She should have been pissed, but she wasn’t. She was patient, unlike any other time. Love changes people into things you aren’t, and I was still rebounding to myself.
I was saved, by the ringing of her phone, from having to explain further, thank god. I glanced over my shoulder, before laying back and watching her balance the phone between her shoulder and ear, while pulling my dirty shirt down over her body.
All I heard were her replies, not the questions or even the voice behind them.
“No, I’m busy.”
“Because Liz had a kid, we have to do family dinner more? Why? Do it without me.”
“Liz doesn’t need me there. Carry on.”
Family drama.
Addi was surrounded by the drama she created. She hadn’t learned to roll with any punches or perfect a poker face. Between her feeling like an outcast of her own family to her dumbass master list driving reckless behavior, I was shocked no real consequences had shot her confidence down yet.
She hung up the phone, but she was still stuck in the moment when she didn’t move one inch.
“What now?” I asked her, as least judgmentally as I could, knowing life would be easier if she stayed silent and nodded along to demands and requests.
I knew from personal experience.
She turned to me, looking the most pissed off I had ever seen her, and that was a feat in itself. “Don’t fucking ask me in that tone. I have every right to be upset. I’m not being a princess about it.”