She heard the crinkling wrapper and glanced up to the wall in front of her. There was a large glass picture frame. She didn’t even take note of the photo itself. Her sole focus was on his reflection. His head was bowed as her gaze traveled over his chest and arms. He hadn’t bothered taking his cut or shirt off.That’s a shame.
When he looked up, they locked eyes. His lips spread in a small smile, and he grabbed her hips. She felt his cock line up against her pussy, and within seconds, he was inside her. She dropped her head back and moaned as his fingers dug into her skin in a sharp bite.
Maybe it was her lack of sex in the last few years, or possibly, Cross was larger than most men. But she felt him everywhere. He slid in and out in a precise, even motion. She angled her head to the side, and his lips came over hers. She’d always been a fan of kissing, but he was addictive. His tongue caressed over hers as he fucked her, mimicking with his tongue what he was doing with his cock.
His tempo picked up, thrusting harder.Right there.She matched his moves, driving her ass out, riding his cock. She broke away from the kiss, needing a breath. Cross shot out his arm to the back of the couch. He covered his palm over her hand and threaded their fingers together. Hand holding during hate fucking was unexpected.But I like it.
Cross looped his arm around her waist and his chest flattened over her back, sinking deeper. Addison clamped her lips fighting against her urge to moan. Cross didn’t hold back.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He groaned, his heavy breath fanning over her cheek.
Yes, I am.
He tightened his hold over her hand and she rocked her hips.I’m so close.
“Yeah?” His graveled voice was low, a deep raw whisper.
She hadn’t meant to say it out loud.But I’m not lying.
“So close, Cross.”
“Give me your mouth,” he ground out, and she immediately followed his demand, angling her head. She gasped against his lips when she felt the onset of her orgasm. Between the kiss, his touch, and fucking her, she came hard, moaning into his mouth.
Seconds later, his groan echoed off the walls. Addison dropped her chin to her chest, trying to regain control of her breathing. It seemed Cross was doing the same.
He remained locked inside her briefly with only the sound of their panting in the background. Cross loosened his grip on her hand, released her stomach and straightened, slowly pulling out.
And now for the awkward aftermath.
He lowered her skirt to cover her ass and she heard his footsteps retreating. Addison still hadn’t found the courage to turn around.
When the bathroom door shut, she instantly got up and leaned across his bed, grabbing her panties. She quickly put them on and adjusted her skirt. She raked her hands through her hair and straightened her shirt. Her heart was still beating fast, and she hadn’t fully regained control of her breathing. She’d never had sex like that.I need to hate-fuck more.
When the door opened, Cross walked out, snapping the button on his jeans.
Now what?He hadn’t said a word or made eye contact. She wasn’t fluent in the aftermath of one night stand hate fucking, but surely there was some interaction.
“You head out. I’ll come find you.”
Find me?What the hell did that mean?
It means he doesn’t want to be seen leaving his room with you.
She clenched her jaw and fought against the heat rising in her chest. Addison hadn’t expected any grandiose gentlemanly gesture, and she didn’t think this was anything more than one and done, but still?
She gave a sharp nod, and walked to the door.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Her hand stilled on the doorknob. Addison was getting an array of mixed signals from this man. He didn’t want to be seen with her, but he’d come find her in a few minutes? Her mind was going in a hundred different directions. She needed some type of clarity, and she wouldn’t find it with him right now.
“I’ll be at the bar.” She opened the door and walked out.
*
Addison tapped her fingers on the bar in the corner. Waiting. Not for Cross. She wasn’t sure if it was just so busy, but it felt as though she was being ignored by the prospect making drinks. To be fair, it was crowded, and she was in the corner with not much room. But apparently there was enough for one more. The girl squeezed in between her and another man, knocking into Addison’s arm.
“Getting a drink?” she asked.
