Addicted After All (Addicted #3)(16)

“No,” she says with this adorable pout.

I kiss her quickly on the lips, my palm pressed to the small of her back, above her ass. I’m familiar with every inch of her body, and that knowledge likes to grip my shaft harder than Lily’s best hand job. I whisper in her ear, “Dream of a mutant war with dozens of superpowers at work and even more casualties.” It’s the least sexy thing I can think of right now.

Her shoulders relax, and she exhales strongly.

Exhaustion starts to unwind my muscles. But concern for her binds them back again. I want to make sure she falls asleep before I do.

Mere minutes pass before she bucks up into me. Goddammit. The pressure causes me to harden, and she lets out the most breathless, pleasured cry. I almost come in seconds.

“Lil,” I chastise while her eyes snap open. “What happened?”

She grips my shoulder. “I pictured…” Her cheeks roast. “…Hellion screwing X-23. It’snotmyfault!” she slurs. “They were a part of the mutant war that you said I should imagine.”

“No more mutants for you, love.”

“Nonono,” she says quickly. “I can handle them. And you. And your…” Her eyes drop to our pelvises. Her legs and arms tremble, willing herself not to move. Right now I just want to grind deep against her until I fill her full of my cum.

But we’re straddling a bad line.

“You’re going to move, right?” she whispers. “Please, Lo. You’re hard, and it feels…” she bucks up again.

Jesus Christ. My nerves light up. “Easy…easy,” I whisper. I rest my forehead on hers and take a long breath. “What’d you imagine?” I run my hand up her belly to her breast, and I rub her nipple with my thumb.

“Hmm?”

“With Hellion and Laura?” I ask, bringing up my favorite X-Men couple.

“His hardness…between my legs…I mean her legs,” she says softly. “Please…”

I dip my head down and flick her nipple with my tongue, and she hits another high that rolls her eyes, her mouth frozen open. I clutch her ass and push her up, much harder into me while she contracts around my cock. God.

Dammit.

Even though my mind bursts with my veins, I somehow don’t come with her. Force of habit. I held back.

“Again,” she breathes.

Insatiable.

No matter how many times we f*ck, she will keep saying again.

“Later,” I tell her.

“You’re hard,” she notes, her eyes on my lips for the thousandth time.

“Ignore my cock, Lily Calloway.”

She gawks. “Never.”

I shouldn’t smile, but I do. “Guess what, Lil?”

“What?” Her eyes light.

“I’m going to f*ck you slowly, and then I’m going to stay right inside of you. You come again after that, and I pull out.” I literally cannot handle Lily contracting and pulsing and clenching against my cock. The intensity and pressure is too much for me.

Her brows pinch. “That’s not very nice.”

I lean close, my lips a breath from hers. “You must be the last one to hear then…I’m very…very…mean.” I kiss her so strongly that her head rises off the pillow when I draw back, inhaling her body.

Then I grind right against her. She’s so tight around me that I can hardly pull my shaft back and ram in. I just dig forward, now on top of her instead of side-to-side, and I taste her with my tongue, my lips stinging and swelling above hers. The whole bed rocks with my movement, the wooden posts thudding into the wall.

She’s small beneath me, like a ravenous tiny girl, aching for carnal things. I’m aware that she’s carrying our child, and it only heightens the sensations that heat me.

Two more thrusts and Lily moans into the pillow again.

I rest my forearm on the bed, an edged noise slicing my throat. I hold still in her warmth, pooling my mind with exhaustion. We’re both caked with sweat, our hair doused like we’ve been running a marathon.

We’re back on our sides, and I inspect her features.

Even if she doesn’t say it, her eyes do. Again.

No.

This has to be it. I kiss her lips lightly. “No more.”

She nods, understanding, but her limbs quake like they long for another round. “I’ll go to sleep this time. I promise.” She nods determinedly.

My lips brush her temple, and I stroke her damp hair.

It’s going to be a long night.





{ 7 }

LILY CALLOWAY



My orgasms are out of this world amazing.

Which is the best and worst thing. I just want more and more. “I think it’s like you tasting the most delicious whiskey ever,” I tell Lo while he pulls me onto my feet, the morning after we’ve fooled around for a long, long time with naps in between.

I’m sore all over, and I can barely even shuffle forward without feeling an ache in my joints and my sweet spot.

I won’t let my mind believe this is a regression, not when it’s a symptom of pregnancy: great orgasms and higher libido. What’s not normal: the uncontrollable, compulsive beast inside of me. But the Lily beast is at bay, hibernating in a cozy cave. I’m sure of it. She’s not ever supposed to come out again. She’s very aware of this.