Addicted After All (Addicted #3)(38)

Our doctor advised against anal sex while I’m pregnant, a restriction that’s left me more than bummed. Which is why I ask, “Are you using your fingers?”

“No,” he says. And his eyes carry the answer.

My eyes widen, my jaw unhinging. Sex toys. Oh my God. I tingle all over, imagining something long and hard inside of me, even though it’s most likely just a small plug. “Are we allowed?” I whisper.

“I asked your Ob/Gyn. She said yes.”

“Don’t move,” I blurt out. “Or I mean, move but…don’t take it out, okay?” Fear surfaces—fear of this ending too soon.

“Shhh, Lil,” he says. “Breathe slowly.”

I can feel my ribcage jutting out with these sporadic inhales. I lie back more and shut my eyes. He’s going to fill me both places, at the same time. It’s a craving that I’ve wanted satiated for a while.

I try to relax my muscles, and his kisses begin again, soft and sweet, building up my need. I throb for a harder, deeper entry. And then he pushes on the toy, the pressure and sensations blind me. Yes. “Lo,” I plead.

He rises to his feet, and seconds pass as he steps out of his jeans and black boxer-briefs. He’s harder than I even pictured, erect and as wanting as me. He pauses while I stare fixatedly at his long cock. Inside now, I mentally command. Inside now.

“Lil,” he chokes, his arousal sweeping over his features.

I am full behind. I can’t even imagine being full in the front too. I just haven’t had it in so so long. Years. “Harder,” I murmur. He hasn’t even pushed into me yet.

He’s too far away to hold. He’s standing with my legs wrapped around his waist, my bottom off the mattress, while I’m lying. So I clutch the comforter in one hand and my breast with the other.

“Harder,” I plead, his cock right there. I’m too exhausted from climaxing once already to thrust forward into him. He has most of the control, and that thought bridges me to a hotter, sweltering place. “Lo.”

And then he pounds right into me, filling me hard. I am a goner. My body quakes, and he thrusts in melodic, deep rhythms that bring me to a new planet. A high-pitched gasp escapes my lips every time he slams in.

He rests one knee on the edge of the bed, and then another, climbing onto it and pulling my body up towards the pillow. His forearm sets beside my head, and he kisses the outside of my lips. Then he says, “Open.”

I understand his request. I open my eyes, and he stares right into me as he thrusts. I can’t corral the noises I make. I’m happy he’s closer, nearer, so I can clutch onto his back and hold him to me.

I clench so hard that he only can go in and not out. It’s a long-lasting euphoria. My head lolls and my eyes flutter as the high hits me. My spine arches, toes curling. A shiver runs through the length of my legs and all the blissfulness in the world rains down on me.

I feel like I’ve just experienced sex and all its glory for the first time.

A sheen of sweat coats his shoulders, chest and forehead, our breath ragged. He is grinning, his eyes full of knowing.

Yes, Loren Hale.

You are enough for me.





{ 15 }

LILY CALLOWAY



Daisy passes me the sunscreen in the living room area of the yacht. Our parents, Jonathan Hale, and his plus one seclude themselves on sofas in the bow. I’ve noticed some uncomfortable tension during breakfast between them and us. My dad silently grabbed a bagel and went to the bow without a word. My mom followed quick after.

“What happened last night?” I ask everyone. Daisy rubs sunscreen on her long legs while Rose flips through a magazine at the glass table, Poppy sipping a mojito next to her. Rose shoots her looks for drinking a fruity alcoholic drink in her midst. I’m not so sad about the lack of alcohol with my pregnancy. I never drank much before it, but Rose does like her bloody marys, mimosas and red wine.

“Didn’t you hear the yelling?” Poppy asks me, adjusting her floppy straw hat.

“There was yelling?” My eyes cartoonishly pop out of my head. My orgasm was so supreme that it blocked out all other surrounding noises. Wow.

Pregnancy has its perks, but my horniness is both amazing and terrifying. Case in point, just remembering last night throbs my clit, blood rushing down there.

“Everyone should just forget it ever happened,” Rose says uninterestedly.

“That’s easy since I have no idea what it is,” I mutter, squirting sunscreen on my palm. It makes a farting noise, and I whip my head around in embarrassment, hoping no one heard.

Daisy is smiling, though it’s a kind of smile that makes me feel better. “Dad just got mad at me,” she says. “It’s my fault, anyway.”

Rose snorts. “That’s inaccurate.”

“Rose is right,” Poppy chimes in. “He’s let you model in New York for years. He can’t be upset now just because he sees how grown up you are.”

“It’s rude,” Rose adds icily.

“It’s not fair to you,” Poppy rephrases in a warmer, softer tone.

Okay, the older sister support system is in check—minus me. I raise my hands, one of my arms still white with sunscreen. “What happened? Really?” I wonder if this is bad. Sex left me out of the loop again, but maybe this is different. That kind of sex was the best kind I’ve ever had. It can’t be wrong.