Since she’d arrived, Cross had been mainly focused on his own pain of losing Knox. It wasn’t until he confronted her at the bar that he got a peek into the toll it’d taken on her. And her family, and all those who loved her. Someday, he’d dig deeper, and she’d let him. But now was not that time.
Her hands trailed over his chest, up to his neck, and angled his head to rest on the couch, all the while straddling his lap and grinding against his growing cock. He dropped his hands to her ass, urging her closer. Addison had been in nothing more than a tank top and boxers. And as he discovered when he slid his hand under the hem, she’d gone without panties.Sweet.
Cross dipped his tongue between her lips while simultaneously gliding his hand over her pussy. She was already wet. She jerked slightly and melted into his chest, moaning softly against his mouth. He was all for foreplay, but they needed to move this to the bedroom where he could fully enjoy her body.
He pulled his hand from her shorts and gripped the back of her thighs, attempting to push forward. It wouldn’t be the first time he carried her to bed.Won’t be the last.
“Taking you to bed.” Cross wasn’t expecting a protest.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She gave a gruff shove to his shoulders and crawled off his lap, standing directly in front of him. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head. Cross clenched his jaw. He’d been with a lot of women, all shapes and sizes, and none, not one, could ever come as close to perfection as her.
Addison tossed the tank on the carpet and hooked her thumbs through the waist of her boxers, performing a slow sensual unveiling. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but somehow he grew harder, and his need skyrocketed.
Cross inched to the edge of the couch, but her hands came over his shoulders again, pushing him back. He went willingly, smirking as his eyes traveled over her breasts, down her stomach, trailing down to her pussy. Without thinking, he licked his lips and caught her faint chuckle.
“This is all yours, but you’re going to have to lose some clothes.”
He lifted his chin, gesturing to the hallway. “We got a bed twenty feet away.”
She arched her brow, waving her hand. “And we’ve got a couch right here.”
“You’re serious?”
She shrugged with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “You had me on your couch. It’s only fair, I get you on mine.”
Cross reached for his belt buckle and watched her eyes drift down to his zipper. If she was hoping for a little show, she was going to be disappointed. He arched his back, slid his jeans down to his ankles, and chuckled. He couldn’t help himself. He was having flashbacks.
“What?” Addison asked.
“Feel like I’m in high school waiting for your parents to walk in and catch us fucking.”
Addison held up her hands, and he leaned closer, threading his fingers through hers. She bent her knee on one side of his thighs, then the other, straddling his lap.
“Is that where your love of couch fucking began?”
Cross ignored her teasing, pulling her over his chest and taking her mouth. His tongue tangled against hers, and he released her hands. It was purely selfish. He wanted to touch her everywhere.
Addison lifted her hips, coming over his cock and slowly sinking down. He groaned against her lips but refused to break away from the kiss. She tasted too good. He caressed over her back in a feathery touch, feeling her tremble under his hands. She rocked against him, and he closed his eyes, feeling his arousal strengthen.
He’d been with countless women. Nameless and faceless. They’d all been a means to an end. Getting off. But Addison? She was different.
When she sucked on his tongue, he dropped his hands to her ass, digging his fingers into her skin.I want her fucking close.She was on top, controlling most of it, but she was taking her time. She swiveled her hips, riding his cock.Fuuuuck!He clenched his teeth, gripping her ass. She was sending him over the edge.
Cross would only allow her control for so long before he’d be forced to take over.
“Last chance to go to the bed,” he muttered, and when she turned her head, he licked the column of her throat. Addison lifted slightly then came down over him, picking up her pace. It was as if he’d flicked a switch. He’d found her trigger spot. He pressed his mouth over her throat again, circling his tongue, and she moaned, grasping his shoulders, and riding him intensely.
“Right there.” She moaned, breathless as she came down hard over his cock.
His goal was for her to come first, but Cross was so fucking close. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him, whispering in her ear.
“You’re gonna come for me.” His tone was sharp and demanding.
“Cross.” She gasped, and her whole body tensed, her nails digging into his skin.
“Now!”
Her walls constricted, tightening over his cock.My turn.It didn’t take him long. He was only seconds behind her. Her lips caressed over his ear.
