Even as she sucked those luscious lips she’d always known she could easily get addicted to, holding his face with both hands, and reminding herself that this was only the third time she’d been around him, the voice in her head pleaded its case. She wasn’t a virgin. She wasn’t a young innocent thing that hadn’t been around the block a few times. The man was impossibly sexy, and she was only human for Christ’s sake. She hadn’t been touched like this in years, and it’d been even longer since she’d had a man inside her. If that weren’t argument enough, this was AJ Romero!
Feeling his hands squeeze her ass under her shorts, as his kisses traveled down to her neck and sucked hard, she swayed her hips against his erection, making him moan against her neck. “You tell me,” he said breathlessly as he nipped her neck, “how far you wanna go.”
On that note, she brought his hand down to the top button of her shorts. He undid it and slipped his hand into her shorts and under her panties. Addison gasped when she felt his finger slide over her clit and sink into her. “Oh my God,” she whispered loudly as she sucked his neck.
With one arm around his neck, she brought her other hand to her shorts and started pulling them down. He pulled away to look at her. “You want them off?”
“Yes!”
In the next instant, he had both her shorts and panties off her and two fingers fucking her deeply. She sucked his neck even harder, moaning softly, mindful of Clair just a few doors down.
“I can get you off, but you have to be quieter, babe,” he said against her ear.
“Fuck me,” she said, making him freeze.
He pulled back and stared at her breathlessly for a moment then unzipped his pants. She’d begun to worry she might have to convince him to, but almost from the beginning when he’d made his “no pressure” comment, she could feel how undone he was becoming. She’d been right about his intensity spilling over to everything else he did. Within seconds, he had his pants down, condom on, and plowed into her without hesitation. She muffled her moans against his neck as he fucked her fast and furiously, slowing at only the most perfect moments. His timing was impeccable. Clearly, he knew exactly what he was doing. Her grateful already trembling body was devouring it.
“Yes,” she gasped. “It’s happening.”
He lowered his mouth to her neck again, sucking in the same rhythm he swayed his hips into her, and began to moan too. “My dick feels so good inside you. Come, baby.” He said the strained words as he continued to suck her neck and drive into her harder—deeper. “Come, Addison!”
Just as he said the words, she did so explosively she didn’t even realize what he’d done until she was moaning into a towel. It was by far the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Addison wasn’t sure if it was because of how long it’d been since she’d had sex or because this was AJ. But it was beyond any experience she’d had with a man. Not that she had a vast assortment of partners, but she’d had enough sex with Clair’s dad to know the difference between good sex and the kind of experience she’d never forget. This was something she already knew she’d never forget.
It wasn’t until she pulled away, still gasping for air, that she realized he, too, had come. He was still squeezing her ass cheeks as he leaned his hard body against hers, breathing just as hard. It was also then that she realized he’d pulled a towel from the rack next to them so it’d muffle her irrepressible moaning. A towel he now used to wipe them both clean as he slipped out of her and her feet hit the floor again. Her mother’s uber-expensive Egyptian cotton white towel.
“Oh my God.” She gasped when he tossed it onto the sink “We’re not even supposed to use those to dry our hands.”
She knew it sounded stupid, even as she bent over, still breathless, to put her panties and shorts back on. It was just one of those things people are into and her mother had always been into these types of things: outrageously expensive decorative items, hard-to-find stuff, and in some cases one-of-a-kind stuff. Like these towels for example.
Addison knew exactly how much they cost because, just last year, her father had Addison go on a wild-goose chase, trying to track down the manufacturer, who was considered more of an artist. He was one of the few towel manufacturers that still silk-screened their prints by hand. The double-rolled scalloped edges were also sewn by hand. This was her father’s birthday gift for her mother last year.
The moment she was all zipped up she hurried to the sink to assess the damage. “Oh, this is bad,” she said.
“I’ll buy new ones,” AJ said without a care as he wrapped his arms around Addison’s waist from behind and kissed her nape then rested his chin on her shoulder.
Addison could feel how hard his heart beat as he pressed his hard body against her back.
“No, you don’t understand,” she said, running the towel under the water in the sink even as the string of kisses he was now trailing down her neck made her shiver. “You don’t just replace these. This is one-of-a-kind.”
She glanced up, meeting his eyes in the mirror, getting caught up in those eyes, and staring at those lips. Jesus, he was gorgeous. Addison, on the other hand, looked all disheveled and flushed, very much like she’d just gotten laid. At least it was obvious she’d enjoyed it because Madre de Dios! If it weren’t for her mother’s damn towel, she might still be basking in the afterglow. Certain body parts hadn’t even completely calmed yet.
She remembered the liquid detergent she kept under her sink so she could hand-wash her delicates and bent over as she searched for it. Her still-tingling body parts suddenly clenched when she felt AJ’s hands at her waist and he rubbed his new erection against her ass.
“Damn, Addison,” he said, his voice just as strained as earlier when he was burying himself in her.
“Sorry,” she said, smirking at him through the mirror again. “I didn’t mean to get you going again.”
She straightened up, inwardly cursing the damn towel again. If it weren’t for her need to get it cleaned up fast, she might spin around and have another round of the ecstasy because she, too, felt ready for it again.
“Why would your mom keep towels in a bathroom if you’re not even supposed to use them for drying your hands?”
“I knew you’d ask that,” she said, turning back to look at him. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but since this is technically one of the master bedroom’s bathrooms, she doesn’t anticipate many guests using it. The ones who do are duly warned, and the rest of us know better. They’re purely for looks, almost like a work of art she’s displaying.” He kissed her when she gave him an apologetic face. “But I think I saved it,” she said as she held it up.
“Looks good to me,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around her and kissing her neck.
Her entire body quivered again as he sucked a little harder. Addison wasn’t a short girl by any means. Growing up, she’d always been the tallest in her class. It was just another reason she’d been so drawn to baseball players. Most of them were taller than average. But AJ was huge. He made her feel tiny and delicate in his big arms. She took a deep breath then froze when she thought she heard something out in the hall. “Did you hear that?”
Instantly, his hands and lips were off her, and he backed away from her. “Your parents?”
She couldn’t help but giggle at his response. The expression his face was that of a terrified teenage boy whose girlfriend’s parents just got home early. Visions of this huge guy jumping out the back window made her giggle even more.
“No,” she whispered. “I told you they’re not coming home tonight. My dad doesn’t drive at night anymore. But wait here.”
He nodded, his eyes still looking completely alarmed. Addison left the towel in the sink and walked out quietly. She was nearly out the bedroom double doors she’d purposely left wide open when Snickers ran into the room and began jumping up at her knees.