Addiction

Chapter 1

“I can’t do this…”

“Yes you can…” His deep, low voice whispered in her ear from behind, his hands already skimming her sides. “If you couldn’t do this, you wouldn’t have come here.”

“I-I don’t know why I’m here…” She whispered back, not trusting her voice at the moment, and felt her eyes drift shut at his sensual touch.

He chuckled, gripping her hips gently with his strong hands, inhaling her intoxicating scent of strawberries. She always smelled of them and he couldn’t get enough. “I know why you’re here.” He said, reaching around and, with a flick of his wrist, unsnapped the button of her blue jeans.

She didn’t stop him and leaned back against him, the addiction too much for her to take. She knew this was wrong.
She knew what she was doing.
And she didn’t care.

“And why’s that?” She asked, slowly opening her eyes, her mind a hazy cloud that she couldn’t seem to shake away. It happened every time he got near her and she hated him for it on the outside, while secretly loving it on the inside.

“Because you want me just as much as I want you.” He replied huskily, slowly sliding her zipper down and smirked when her hand clamped down on his, stopping him from going any further.

“This is wrong.” She said, shaking her head, the clouds dispersing for the moment as she tried in vain to button her jeans again. “We can’t do this…”

He sighed. She did this every time and it always ended up the same way, her in his bed with both of them sharing a cigarette afterwards. He simply spun her around, catching her off guard and passionately kissed her, gripping her by the arms. Not enough to leave bruises, but to where she could tell how much he desired her. He knew this was wrong too, but as far as he was concerned, if they were caught they were caught.

Gripping his blue dress shirt in her hands, she tried pushing him away from her, trying to fight off the burning and yearning within her to give in. She couldn’t do it. She had to be stronger than this! “No, I can’t…” Her breathing was incredibly ragged as she tore her lips from his, stumbling back, only for him to catch her and pull her close to his strong body, kissing her again, silencing her half-hearted attempts to stop what was going to happen.

“Yes you can. Now stop fighting what we both know you want.” He stated after breaking the kiss, staring down into her cloudy sea green eyes. Those damn eyes. Why did she have to be so gorgeous and irresistible? He growled and sealed his lips to her neck, causing her to gasp in surprise.

Her hands instantly went to his hair, running through the dark, silk dark tresses, gripping it between her fingers, her eyes drifting shut again. How could she fight off what she so desperately craved? It was impossible, especially with how sexy he was. “Chris…” She whispered out his name, causing him to groan against her soft flesh as he suckled and nibbled gently, knowing he couldn’t leave his mark on her.

“What baby?” He mumbled in reply, already reaching down to unsnap her jeans again and pulled her zipper down, pushing the jeans off her slim hips and down her perfectly tanned and smooth legs. She was in fantastic shape, possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life.

She opened her mouth to say something only for his to cover it, silencing her once again, only moans escaping as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He growled softly and lifted her up in his strong arms, carrying her out of the living room, through the kitchen and toward his huge bedroom with his king sized bed. He gently laid her down, never breaking the kiss, and ran his hands up and down her sides, her jeans finally falling off and landing on the floor. She reciprocated by unbuttoning his dress shirt, sliding it off his muscular shoulders and arms, allowing it to join her jeans on the floor before their lips found each other again.

The sparks ignited and she couldn’t fight him off even if her life depended on it. His lips moved from her mouth down her jaw while caressing her sides and smiled when she scooted on the bed further. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give everything he had to her. His lips began traveling from her neck down her shoulder to her collarbone, nipping and suckling ever so often and smirked when her body arched against him, telling him she was loving what he was doing to her. Reaching behind, he unsnapped her bra and gently pulled it off, tossing it over his shoulder, his eyes pure black now with desire as he began attacking her breasts. How he loved their shape and they seemed to mold in his hands perfectly, like they were made specifically for his hands.

She gasped when his mouth found one of her rosy peaks, taking it between his teeth and tongue, sucking while molding the other one with his hand. She loved his weight and ran her fingers through his hair, not believing how much he was teasing her. Hell, she’d put up a fight against this, but it always happened that way. She would second guess herself; try convincing herself she didn’t want him inside of her, only for her heart to win the battle against her mind. “Chris…oh yes…” She moaned out, heat rushing throughout her body as perspiration started forming on her skin. Chris smirked up at her after making sure her other breast got the same attention as the other before continuing his journey to the Promised Land. He loved her body and could love it for the rest of his life.

“What baby? Tell me what you want…what you crave…” He ordered, his voice husky and low, causing her body to react instantly. She was officially wetter than the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean combined.

She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t subject herself to begging for it. She simply arched her body against him, allowing her actions to speak louder than words, knowing he would eventually give in. Chris smirked up at her, knowing she loved playing hard to get, loved playing this game. He was game and slowly, methodically moved further down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her panties, fingering them. He lifted them up and snapped them back down, causing her to cry out in pleasure. That was all he wanted, he wanted to hear her cry, to hear her scream only for him.

Her breathing was incredibly ragged now as her hips bucked gently against him, only for him to push them back down, causing her to groan out in frustration. “You gonna tell me what you want baby?” He taunted, hooking his fingers in her panties and sliding them down her legs, smelling her arousal as it filled his nostrils. He bit back a groan, not believing how wet she was. He could see her glistening at him, begging for attention, but this was a game he wasn’t going to lose. Instead, he began running his finger up and down her slit, barely grazing the tender flesh, and knew that would get her.

“I-I won’t…” She gritted out, biting her bottom lip hard, her entire body crying out for a release of this frustration that he’d caused.

His response was to attack her inner thighs, ignoring her hot sex for the time being, and slowly ran his tongue in small circles against them. He would torture her for hours on end if that’s what it took…or until he couldn’t take anymore. He smirked up at her, their eyes locking as he continued this torturous adventure. He heard a groan escape her and knew she was close to completely giving in, to telling him what she wanted.

“All you have to do is tell me baby and I’ll give you anything you want.” He said, reminding her of how close he was to taking her to the heavens and back again. He knew they were both going to Hell and didn’t care. She was all he ever wanted and nothing would change that. Nothing.

“W-Why do you insist on torturing me?” She asked in a rasp, her entire body tingling with anticipation for what he was going to give her, what she knew was coming.

“You know why.” His hot breath was so close to her wet sex that she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“I-I need you…Chris please…” She cried out softly, thrashing around on the bed, writhing under his torturous hands and sinful mouth.

He chuckled, knowing that’s all he was going to get, and accepted it. Gripping her thighs and spreading her legs a little wider, he surveyed her for a moment, inhaling her scent, and finally dived in. His tongue slid up her slit, smirking when she physically trembled against him, and knew this wasn’t going to take much to make her release. Her hands gripped the sheets when his tongue slid inside of her, feeling her walls clamp down around it, and groaned as he gave in to the desire that was oozing from his pores. He lifted her legs to where her knees bent; her feet planted on the bedding, and went to town. His tongue thrusted in and out at top speed while he added a finger, sliding both in and out of her.

“Oh yes!” She cried out harder, nodding while gritting her teeth. This is what she wanted; she loved him tasting her essence, and smirked when she became even wetter.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum all over.” He growled in encouragement, sliding his tongue out of her, and started thrusting his finger in and out of her while reaching down with his free hand, unsnapping his dress pants and shuffled them off. The sound of his zipper going down always did something to her and she began to cum harder than ever. He was the only man who could make her cum that hard and fast, it always amazed her.

“Oh god…oh fuck I’m cumming!” She yelled, causing him to groan as he nodded, hissing as her walls tightened around his finger before her release crashed over her. Her juices slid out and coated his finger, which he immediately replaced with his mouth, drinking every last drop.

Her body dropped back on her bed, sweat coating every ounce of skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She inhaled deeply, trying to steady her breathing, running a hand down her face. She didn’t have a lot of time to recover because his weight quickly jolted her back to what was happening now. He was completely naked now and on top of her, his lips finding her neck, and all she could do was melt against him. Her fingers found his hair before running her nails lightly down his back and up again. She loved his weight, his body, everything about him she loved.

“You wanna cum for me again, baby?” He asked, nipping her earlobe, causing her to nod eagerly, arching against him to make her point clear.

“Fuck me, Chris.” She whispered out, locking eyes with him and felt his lips descend on hers, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“With pleasure.” He growled against her lips, barely pulling away and leaned back, spreading her beautiful thighs and slowly slid inside of her, groaning at how tight she was. Even with how much they had sex, it amazed him how tight she stayed. “Damn...Jacy…” He groaned out her name for the first time, his mind in a spiral passion haze. It happened every time he slid inside of her, filling her to the core. It was nearly mind numbing.

She cried out as soon as he filled her and gripped his arms, feeling him move in and out, filling and emptying her within seconds of each other. Her mind was spinning as she held onto him for dear life, feeling his hips snap against her, kissing his neck and chest before locking eyes with him. Her moans and cries became louder with each passing second.

“Chris…oh fuck you feel so good inside of me. Fuck me harder.” She ordered, raking her nails up his back, causing him to let out an animalistic growl.

“You want me to fuck the shit outta you?” He taunted in her ear, causing her to nod, gripping his hair as he moved harder and faster inside of her. He smirked and slid out of her before standing up, twirling his finger at her. She licked her lips hungrily and did as he wanted, getting up on all fours, her perfect ass in his vision now. He growled and stepped forward, gripping her hips with his huge hands, and slid inside of her from behind, her pussy feeling even tighter in this position. “Fuckin’ Christ!”

“Oh yes…” This was her favorite position and she loved how he always managed to incorporate it in their sessions. She leaned up, feeling his hand move in front of her before sliding a finger, crying out.

He started fucking her from both behind and in front, using his cock and finger expertly, her mind spiraling out of control. She didn’t care what happened at this moment as long as this man didn’t stop what he was doing to her body. Sweat dripped off both of them as his thrusts came hard and fast, driving deep inside of her. She turned her head as their lips connected, gripping his hair harder, moaning louder in his mouth. Their breathing was ragged as he pushed her down to where she was on all fours, gripping her hips with his hands, and started plummeting inside of her at a deep, hard, fast pace. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the walls of his room mixed with their heavy breathing, moans and groans.

“Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum for me.” He urged, feeling his release close as his balls tightened, but he gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t cum until she did first and fought against his body’s craving. He wanted to feel her cum one more time before he did and it would happen no matter how long it took.

It didn’t take long. Jacy gritted her teeth, shaking her head. “Cum with me.” She ordered, causing him to raise an eyebrow, and smirked at what she was doing. He nodded, kissing up her back, licking her spine as his thrusts intensified, knowing she wanted a triple. He more than obliged.

“I’m close…tell me when you’re ready…” He panted, causing her to nod, gripping the bed sheets, her nails digging in the material as her head whipped up, her long, black hair a crazy frenzy mess while her body jolted.

“I-I’m cumming…Chris, cum with me!” She cried out, pushing back against him, nodding when he did as she asked.

He came hard and fast after slamming one final time inside of her, growling from low in the back of his throat, “JACY!”

“OH CHRIS!” She screamed out as their releases united, slamming together as the orgasms ripped through the bodies, stronger than any tornado or natural disaster as he wrapped his arm around her, preventing her from hitting the sheets below.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, trying to regulate their breathing, trying to calm their bodies down, and both cleared their minds. The harsh reality hit Jacy like a ton of bricks as she shoved Chris off of her, wobbly legs and all, and started picking her clothes up off of the floor. Chris simply watched her, sighing heavily, knowing she regretted what they’d done.

“Jacy…”

“Don’t Chris, okay? Just don’t. I know I came here, I know it. It’s my fault. I have to go. I have to get back to Daniel.” She stated, causing him to growl out before taking her arm and spun her around, staring deep into her sea green eyes.

“Why do you always go back to him after screwing me? Does he like your sloppy seconds?” He taunted, causing her to glare back at him, and ripped her arm out of his grasp.

“Stop it Chris! It’s not his fault I’ve been cheating on him with my ex-MARRIED-boyfriend for the past three weeks.” She shouted, tired of his taunting ways, knowing she had a man back at her place who actually loved her and wanted to be with her and nobody else. Chris just wanted her for sex and nothing more. That’s how it always worked. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, fine. Go.” He stated and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, causing her to jump because of how hard he did it.

After dressing, Jacy quickly vacated his apartment and ran down the stairs, tears streaming down her face as the rain poured outside. It was another lovely New York evening, but all Jacy could think about was what she did. Chris was married, she couldn’t change that, no matter how much her heart desired. Dejectedly walking down the street, Jacy didn’t see Chris watching her from the window, his own heart filled with pain.

They were each other’s addiction that neither could escape.