Addicted After All(129)

That’s a strong maybe. “You’re ugly,” I say, trying to buy into his words. “So ugly.”

“Grotesque and smelly. Oh, God, you don’t even want to inhale around me, I smell so bad.” He wafts his hand in front of his face with a mock cringe.

I bite my lip, suppressing a smile. He smells really good actually. Like soap and citrus. “You stink,” I say.

“You are incredibly repulsed by me.”

“I’m repulsed by you,” I say, nodding my head, playing into it. Yeah. Sure. Repulsed.

“You can’t stand to look at me.” What? “And it even pains you to touch me.” No. I don’t like this game anymore. He must see the hurt on my face because his features shatter. “Lil…”

I shake my head and tears begin to sting my eyes. “I love you, Lo,” I say. “I don’t want to feel badly for being turned on by you, and I don’t want you to have to work me up into hating you for it.” This feels like another fight, when it shouldn’t be. We have about three weeks and then we can f*ck like rabbits again.

I rub my eyes and inhale a deep breath. “Let’s just forget about it, okay? I’ll be fine.”

I go to pass him and leave the closet, but he sidesteps and blocks me. That didn’t work. “Please don’t end a conversation with I’ll be fine,” he says, frustration in his voice. “I don’t want you to just be fine. You know that.”

My throat begins to swell closed. I don’t know what I feel anymore.

“Come here.” He motions to me, and I walk into his outstretched arms, sinking into his bare chest and warm embrace. I sniff a little bit, and when he draws back, his lips suddenly meet mine. He catches me completely off guard. Lately, he’s been stingy on the groping and kissing.

He doesn’t hold back.

His tongue tangles with mine, his hand cupping the back of my head with firm force. A pressure that I’ve missed. I melt beneath his weight, intoxicated by another person. Skin-to-skin. A pleasured noise scratches my vocal cords, and I reciprocate the kiss with extra intensity, probably too much.

My arms glue to him, my body bucking forward into his. Please…

He pulls away almost instantly. No. “Relax, love. Take a breath.” He strokes my hair kindly, and I hide my face in his chest, my body trembling against him.

“Are we going to do anything?” I wonder, hopefully. I am pulsing. Clenching. So very ready.

“I’m going to rub you some,” he admits. “But my cock isn’t coming out.”

I focus on the positives. He’s going to rub me. My heart starts to hammer in excitement. Wait… “You’re rubbing my clit, right? Not my boobs or something else?” I have to be clear, even if my red-rash returns with embarrassment. I’d rather not be disappointed.

His lips rise. “Your clit, yes.” The words from his voice have lit me up in a whole new way. My legs want to buckle. I do end up dropping, and he catches my waist and begins to lie me gently on the carpet of our closet. My head rests on a pile of clean socks.

“Wait…” I stop him again, just as his hand moves to my belly. “We can’t.” I wince. “My sisters made that pact for me; I can’t break it.” But I worry about not having this release at all. Lo knows how much it’ll plague my mind and body. It’s going to be painful. For hours. Nothing. And…and…

“Shh, love, don’t cry,” he breathes, wiping beneath my eyes. “This isn’t sex. And if it concerns you that much, just tell your sisters they can start having sex or that dry humping is game.”

Okay. Okay. He’s right.

He sets his hands on either side of me, positioned right over my small frame. “You ready now?” His voice is all playfulness.

I nod fiercely, my gaze dropping to his towel.

“That stays on, Lil,” he reminds me.

“IknowIknow,” I say quickly, slurring my words.

My shorts are already unbuttoned and unzipped. He keeps his body weight off me, even though I need it. I want it. I’m too greedy. And he likes to tease.

His hand lowers down my shorts again. I’m about to watch, but he kisses me deeply, slowly, making me lose concentration of his other languid, hot movements.

That is, until I feel his fingers brush against my wet panties. I break the kiss and whine, straight up. My legs quiver. “Please…”

His lips touch my ear as he whispers, “You’re soaked for me.”