Текст книги "Right Next Door"
Автор книги: A. J. Pryor
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It took every ounce of willpower I had not to rip her clothes off just now. Knowing what’s under those clothes, knowing what her skin feels like as it slides beneath mine, it’s torture not acting on the fire that runs through my veins every time she’s around. There have been so many chances over the past few weeks that I easily could have slipped my hand into the top of her running pants, and had her quivering in my arms. I could have made her feel again, reminded her how much of a right thing we are. But I need her to believe it too.
My heart sank as she walked out my front door, a hollow feeling invading my gut as I closed and locked it behind her. I’m purposely torturing myself, doing my best to get Addison to see that we belong together, hoping the more I resist, the more she’ll want me. But as I stand in my quiet apartment alone, the clock in the living room loudly ticking, I realize the only way for that to happen is to take this chance with her. She may never be completely ready to dive into this with me, but standing idly by isn’t going to work.
With a newfound determination to win her heart, I throw open the door and plan to bang on hers until she lets me in.
I don’t have to go very far. Addison is standing right there, her hand raised to knock. She smiles and it slams into my heart, an intense desire to bring her inside and never let her go runs through me.
Her mouth opens to speak, then closes.
I take a step towards her and she doesn’t move.
I take another step.
Standing directly in front of her, all I can focus on are her seductive lips. Those lips fucking belong to me and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to claim them this very second.
“I was on my way to come get you,” I say into her hopeful eyes.
“I’m right here,” she whispers.
She is here, and I’m going to make damn sure, she stays here this time. She’s so tiny, and I have to bend down really far, but it’s so fucking worth it as I reach for her and crush her lips to mine.
Turning us both and walking her backward, into my apartment, I slam the door with my foot and lift her in my arms.
“Damian,” her hands run through my hair as she whispers my name into our joined lips. Her warm breath smelling slightly of mint, her fingers dig into the back of my head causing tremors to run down my spine.
I can’t get inside her fast enough.
“Addison.” I whisper back.
I kiss her again, my tongue sliding between her lips, my hands slipping up her shirt and feeling the smooth skin of her back. She’s making these tiny moaning sounds from deep in her throat. The sound is so erotic I stop and pull my face away to stare at her, in awe that we’re finally here.
“Tell me what you want, Addison, because the minute I lay you on that bed, my body will be doing the thinking for me.”
Her lips find my ear, “I want you,” the heat of her breath fans across my face and down my neck as my entire body electrifies with the need to be inside of her, “to take this slow.” I kiss her, passionately, desperately, our tongues joining, and our hearts beating in sync. “So I can enjoy every second of it.”
I’m harder than I can ever remember. Addison is in my arms, her legs secure around my waist, her heat radiating through her jeans and directly onto my gut. Her lips connect back to mine and I’m sure she’s breathing for me at this point.
I don’t want to take this slow. The past two weeks have felt like years. I want to rip her clothes off, throw her on the bed and make her mine. I want to put a ring on her tiny finger and babies in her tummy, my babies, little people with dark hair and green eyes.
Fuck slow.
I gently lay her down onto the bed and climb over her. One of my hands run through her dark silky hair while the other explores the length of her body, gently skimming the exposed skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. Damn, she feels like velvet along the tips of my fingers, and I’m having a hard time keeping everything in control as my body moves on top of hers.
“You are slowly killing me, Addison,” I whisper into her mouth as my body slightly trembles.
Her body vibrates with silent laughter beneath me, and she runs her hands under my shirt, skimming my chest with the tips of her nails and travels down my back. My entire body shudders and I exhale all my breath at once.
“That was cruel.” Slow is not a word I can understand if she keeps touching me like that.
I continue to explore her with my lips as I kiss down the line of her jaw, over the pulse thrumming in her neck and nuzzle my nose in the hollow of her throat. She’s wearing some sort of flowery perfume and it has my senses on overdrive, my cock straining painfully against the thick material of my jeans.
“Skin on skin, Damian.” She begins to grasp at my shirt sliding it up my chest with one hand, while her other hand is on the button of my jeans. Frantically trying to undress me, I’m dizzy with desire, all the blood in my body rushing between my legs and I can’t think straight. The word ‘slow’ plays on repeat in what small amount of sense I have left and this is not slow. This is the fast track to raw and wild sex that we’ll both regret the minute it’s over and a minute is likely all it’s going to take at this point.
Securing both of her wrists in my hand, I stretch her arms above the pillow and stare down into her eyes. She stills, and a pained moan escapes her lips.
Gently, her legs wrap around my hips and she locks her ankles behind me, deliberately and methodically rocking her pelvis into mine. For the first time since I was a teenager, I’m one hundred percent positive I’m going to come from dry humping. My dick is rock solid, she’s making a sweet and erotic as hell humming sound in her throat and those green eyes are filled with a hunger I’ve never seen before. Tightening my grip around her delicate wrists, I begin to pull back and try to regain any control I possibly can over the situation.
“Ease up, Baby.” Sliding out of her locked ankles, my fingers play with the hem of her shirt. She’s about to say something when I place a finger on her swollen lips.
“I’m going to very slowly take this off.” Those fucking lips curl up in a sexy grin underneath my finger and I know in that minute I’m hers. Whatever the hell she wants I’ll give her, wherever she goes, I’ll go. My heart officially belongs to her from this day forward. And she’s mine, whether she wants to be or not. She doesn’t get to back out of this.
My hand brushes against the soft skin of her belly as I gradually lift her shirt over her head. Fucking hell, she’s wearing a navy blue bra with some sort of lace rimming the outside.
Slipping the straps down her shoulders and arms, her breasts fall free as I take it all the way off her body and toss it aside. An unexpected growl erupts from my throat as I can’t help but suck her nipple between my lips.
She gasps and begins to once again thrust her hips into me while I worship each of her breasts, my tongue swirling around the hard peak of her nipple. Her ministrations are purposeful, and we’ve found a slow and seductive rhythm as I rock above her, my motions helping her build her own arousal while I desperately try to keep mine in check.
My fingers trace down her side to her waist and over the band of her jeans, resting at the top button.
“I’m taking these off.” My fingers toy with the top button and I stare down into her eyes. “And then I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”
She moans louder, her hands firmly on my head, her body tensing tight as one by one, I pop each of the small silver buttons.
Navy blue, lace panties tease me from the opening I just created and I have to will myself to stay in line. I want to bite my way inside her pants, rip her panties off with my teeth and lick her until she screams my name.
Slow, I remind myself.
Edging her jeans down over the swell of her hips, I kiss and bite her skin as I go. Continuing past her thighs, I can’t help but lick inside each one, my teeth grazing the soft white skin.
“Damian,” she moans loudly.
“Do you need something Addison?” I ask before I gently suck her core through the silk material of her panties.
She sighs loudly and searches for the words. “I need . . . more,” she huskily cries out.
“Hell yeah, I’m going to give you more. Baby, I’m about to rock your fucking world.” Her laughter vibrates beneath me and I slide her jeans the rest of the way off. Wrapping my hands around the back of her thighs, I pull her to the edge of the bed, resting her feet on my shoulders as my head makes its way back between her legs.
“I’m going to devour you.”
She moans out her approval while my thumb runs along her opening, trailing her slick warmth back and forth with each sweep. My tongue slowly makes a path of wet heat through all her slippery folds.
“God you taste so damn good.”
Her head shakes side to side as her hands fist the sheets. “Please Damian, just do it. I can’t take it.
Sliding her panties down her legs and off her body, I remind her, “Slow Baby, we’re taking this slow.”
“Fuck, slow, just do it,” she says in agony.
Chuckling lightly, I gently blow on her heated arousal and she moans in response. I taste her, really tastes her. Not through the outside of that blue silk, not with the tip of my tongue sliding back and forth, but my entire tongue flat against her heat, covering all of her in one fluid stroke.
“Oh my god, do that again,” she says as her feet push into my shoulders and her entire body shivers.
“In a minute.” With the pad of my thumb, I rub slow and deliberate circles around her swollen nub and watch as her body takes over. She’s riding my hand hard and mumbling incoherent words, come so hard, want you so bad, please don’t ever stop, that have me wanting to rip my own clothes off and sink down deep inside of her.
She’s close to the edge, biting that damn bottom lip, and I don’t want this to end without another taste of her. My tongue connects with her sweet center and my finger slips inside as she comes, hard, her moans echoing throughout the room and her hands digging into my scalp.
My fingers are still securely inside of her when her body goes completely still, except for a pulse beating rapidly inside her pelvis. It’s carnal and sexy as hell knowing that pulse is frantically thumping because of me. Pushing up off the floor I kiss that beating pulse and lie down next to her.
“Was that slow enough for you, Addison?”
She’s staring at the ceiling and as my head rests beside hers, she turns to face me.
Her eyes exude pure honesty. “I need you.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I slide her to the top of the bed and tuck her in. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
She tries and fails to cover a yawn. “Sleep, Baby.”
Reaching between my legs, her hand begins to play, her eyes gazing into mine. I’m still fully dressed and horny as hell. While I have no objection to her fingers stroking me, she asked for slow. I’m going to give her that, whether she still wants it or not.
Stilling her movements, I entwine her fingers with mine. “Sleep, not play.” Gently removing her hand from between my legs, I slip my shirt off and cradle her in my bare arms. I can at least give her the skin on skin she’d asked for, and damn does it feel so good to hold her like this.
Naked from head to toe, it’s impossible for my hands not to rest on her round breasts, my fingers innocently circling the peaks of her nipples.
“I didn’t mean this slow.” She tries to pull out of my vise like grip.
“Maybe not, but for tonight, Addison, this is enough for me.” Kissing the top of her head, I pull the cover up and over us tucking her into the curve of my body, holding her until she falls asleep.
I sit straight up in bed, my heart on overdrive and my hands slightly shaking. Scanning the room, it takes a moment to remember I’m in Damian’s bed and that I’m completely naked. Damian’s hand, which had been resting comfortably on the swell of my breast, has fallen to the mattress, his body languid in sleep.
A clock on the nightstand tells me it’s well past two in the morning. The apartment is quiet; the only sound the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Comforted by the silence, I lie back down, assuming whatever woke me, must have been a dream.
Damian is shirtless, his jeans hanging loose around his waist. Illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window, he looks like he could be a dream, my dream.
Scanning his solid and strong body through the wisps of moonlight, it’s impossible not to be taken in by all he’s got going on. I’ve seen it so many times before, his chest and back shirtless as he runs or leisurely hangs out on the balcony. The way his muscles flex with each movement he makes has always taken my breath away. But looking at him now, completely relaxed somewhere in dreamland, his sculpted abs and chiseled chest are equally as magnificent and I can’t believe he’s mine.
Desire overcomes me. When I said slow, I didn’t mean us. I wanted him to move slow, I wanted to enjoy each touch, each caress, each kiss, to savor it this time, not rush to the finish line. But I’m dealing with a man who wants long term, not one night. He’d been honest with me about what he needs and now it’s my turn to give it back.
I didn’t get the life I had planned, and that still haunts me, but maybe what I’m getting instead is a whole lot better.
Before I can talk myself out of it, my hands glide over his stomach and up to his chest. His skin is smooth with a slight amount of hair passing through my fingers. His powerful form twitches spontaneously as I run a palm over each of his shoulders and down his arms, picking up his strong hands. They’re big and warm, completely covering each of mine. The rough calluses tingling my skin as I run my fingers over them.
Tracing the large bones that outline the back of his hands, I’m in awe at how this small movement can cause a flicker of arousal between my legs. I want these hands on me again, caressing the lines of my body and making me quiver. I want to feel that hard length of him press into me in need and I want him to wake up.
Planting a gentle kiss to his palm, I move my exploration to the buttons of his jeans. I run my hands along the top of his waistline, feeling the edge of his boxer briefs and wanting to hook a finger inside and pull them down his hips. Releasing each of the buttons on the denim, I begin to gently tug, hoping I can pull them off without waking him.
Moving my eyes up his body to look at his face before I take this any further, I’m caught off guard by the sight of his open eyes staring down at me with clear hunger.
His lips curl on the sides as our eyes meet.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask, startled.
“Since you sat up in bed, ten minutes ago.” His voice is husky, not from sleep, but desire that matches my own. He sits up and cups my face between those large hands.
“Are you okay?” Concern laces his voice as he searches my eyes in the dark.
My heart flutters at the tender way he’s handling me. This enormous strong man knows how to be gentle and so sweet it ruins me. I don’t know if I can be what he needs. But right now, in this moment, I need to be connected to him in any way possible.
“I want you.” It’s a matter of fact, not a question, not a demand, but a simple statement that lets him know I’m his if he chooses to do something other than stare in my eyes.
“Addison, my body is still on fire from earlier, if I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking this further.”
Covering his hands with mine, my eyes plead into his, “Don’t stop.”
One heartbeat goes by, a second to think, one second is all it takes before his mind is made up and his lips cover mine. This kiss is different. It’s hungry, demanding and possessive. He eases me onto my back, his legs on either side of my hips.
“Tell me if I go too fast.” His breath is ragged, his rough jeans run along my inner thigh as he moves on top of me, sending shockwaves through my entire body.
Passion takes over, and I pull his head down to mine, kissing him with burning desire, my hands holding him close as my feet inch up to slide his jeans and boxers off with my toes. I can’t curb the need that is spiraling out of control inside my veins. It’s frantic . . . passionate and not fast enough.
My toe locks into the elastic of his boxer briefs, and I slide them down his ass, the front begins to get stuck on his massive erection. I want to burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation, but my need for him is too great.
His hands are everywhere, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs and finally he pushes a finger inside as he somehow maneuvers his jeans and boxers further down his body, allowing my toes to kick them the rest of the way off.
“You’re. So. Wet.” The sound of his deep hoarse voice turns me on more as he begins to rub circles around my sensitive flesh. The warmth and slickness of my arousal sliding out of me onto his hand, my hips rocking back and forth into him, my moans grow louder.
His lips circle my nipple and his fingers continue their motion. My hands dig into the bed beside me and I want to release, I want to scream out in ecstasy but each time I come close he pulls back. “Not yet. You’re going to come with me inside you this time.” His lips are grazing mine as he talks, his voice strained and heady with need.
I shake my head from side to side, having a difficult time forming words.
“I think I’m coming now Damian.” My body is lit and the edge is near. Everything about him has the blood in my veins singed with heat.
“No, not until I’m buried deep.” He removes his hand from between my legs and I groan out in frustration.
Fumbling with something beside his bed, I hear the faint tear of a wrapper and want to tell him to forget the condom, just do it already, but before I have a chance, his tip is pressing into me.
He holds it there his eyes gazing down into mine. His breath is deep and his face strained as he slowly pushes his tip past my entrance.
His body begins to shake.
“Damian.” It’s a plea because I can’t think straight and I’m desperate for this to move faster, for both of us to explode together.
“Touch yourself, Addison.”
It’s something I’ve done often, but alone. I’m not sure I can do this in front of him. He places my fingers where he wants them and begins a slight give and take with my body, finally sliding further into me, as together, our hands stroke my own arousal.
With one final roll of his hips, he’s filling me entirely, my eyes wide in how complete I feel, my pulse ticking and my senses alive, as both our hands take my body to the peak.
“I don’t want to move yet,” he mumbles in my ear, his body rigid, his face tucked into the groove of my neck and his breathing deep.
His body tense above me, his eyes closed, gathering control as his breath fans across my breast while he holds himself still within me and I need him to move.
A twitch of his hips, a tremor in his muscles and I moan at the small movement his body makes on top of mine. He begins to rock, his hips flexing into mine, his lips biting down on the side of my neck as he brings me closer and closer to my release.
“Feels so good. Addison, you make me come so hard.” That’s all it takes. My body completely his, as waves of pleasure shoot through me, my hips rocking into him and I’m grabbing at his back, needing to hold on tight for fear that this feeling is going to vanish.
“I can’t . . . hold . . . back.” He pulses inside of me, my orgasm milking his own. Collapsing on my chest, the beat of his heart is slamming along with mine. Our breaths are coming in gasps as he nestles his face in the crux of my neck. “I could stay like this all night. Breathing in your scent, never leaving your body. You rock my entire world Addison.”
My heart stutters. For the first time in forever, I feel protected, cherished as I lie nestled underneath him and I want to make this work, for him, for us, for me. I run my fingers along his back and he winces.
“Oh shit, did I scratch you again?”
His lips smile into my neck and he nods. “Yeah you did and I hope this time they scar.”
His naked body is nestled close to mine as he scoops me into his arms. “Stay with me tomorrow.”
Looking at him over my shoulder his face is buried in my neck and he’s kissing along the curve, his warm lips making me shudder.
“I live next door.”
I feel him smile. “And it’s too far away.”
Pulling me tighter in an embrace, his hand resting on my breast, he runs his nose along the length of my throat. “Stay.”
I nod.
He breathes one more contented sigh and falls asleep. I’m wide-awake, my body humming with post-coital awareness, my mind racing with thoughts of how good it feels to be here in his arms and I wonder how long this is going to last. In my experience, nothing is forever.
