ADDICTED

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LEAH

After over a year without a single sexual touch anywhere, all it took was a whispered kiss from James to set me on fire.

His lips left a trail of heat in their wake and I shivered rapturously without control. I heard the moans betraying my absolute surrender. Even if I hated him, I couldn't stop myself from reveling in every place our skin touched.

Our eyes met as he dragged his tongue up my lower lips. The desire swirling in those dark eyes was too much. My head fell back against his bed. I clutched the sheets with a cry and he, in turn, moaned against my sensitive folds.

One of his hands snaked up my side to fondle my breast. He found the soft nipple and pinched it into a peak. The pleasurable pain sent ropes of charged bliss through my abdomen.

My body was winding up within itself. Building for him, needing him to provide the release I had waited for so long from another human.

"Leah . . ." he groaned. "Baby, you're so soft. Everything about you . . . oh, fuck."

He suddenly was sitting up and I smiled at him. He's so damn beautiful. More handsome than anyone I'd ever seen.

The way the darkness embraced the angles of his face, the way his eyes glowed, the way his rough finger pads brushed gently against me. His hair was messy from my hands and hung limply over his forehead.

I reached up to brush the silky strands aside, the gel in them long worn out. He closed his eyes with a low gasp.

"James," I said quietly, "I need you inside me. Badly."

His eyes flashed open. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned them over my head with one hand. I twisted my head to the side and kissed his inner arm. He shuddered.

His knees pushed my thighs open further and hot, humid air rubbed against my molten core. He dipped the fingers of his free hand into me. I immediately bucked into him, the simple insertion sending waves of unbearable need up to my restrained fingertips.

"Please," I whimpered. "I need to feel you."

He kissed my neck. "Are you on the pill?"

"Yes," I rasped.

"And you're clean?"

I writhed against every point our bodies touched. Dammit! Just slide that bitch in and fuck me.

"Yes! Yes, I'm clean!" I all but screamed.

His mouth latched onto my neck, biting as he lowered his hips and guided his cock into me. My pussy widened around him. A guttural noise rumbled up my throat.

There was discomfort in the initial stretching but my wetness allowed his dick to sink in. He charged himself slowly in and slowly out. Our fronts grazed as I arched my back with a whine.

"You feel so good," he purred. "I . . . oh, Leah. You're heaven."

My little cunt clamped onto him and I held the tightness. He gritted his teeth.

"Oh, fuck. So tight. I'm gonna blow my load if you strangle me like that."

"Fuck me," I pleaded. "Fuck me good."

While my muscles loosened, he gradually moved faster. The pressure of his thickness against my pussy walls combined with the motion had me ready to split open.

My hips began to grind in rhythm with his. He sunk deeper and deeper, brushing my cervix. The feeling was hollowing and yet grounding.

There was an end to me and that was where he fit.

He sucked in a ragged breath and slowed. I whimpered, digging my nails into his hips. They softened under my torment.

He lifted his legs and placed them outside my own, keeping his dick lodged inside me as he pressed my thighs together. A jolt zipped up my body. The fit was tighter and I could feel his pulsing cock stiffen against my clit.

"Oh, James, I-I'm going to—"

He snarled and started ramming himself into me. It was all I could do to hold onto the sheets, uttering electrified moans. Sweat beaded off his forehead and dripped onto my jarring tits.

I reached between us in a moment of fierce need. My fingers found purchase on my fat clit.

The mere added pressure made my thighs quiver. James swore and paused, grinding his jaw. I pinched at my clit and thrust up, his cock dipping deep into me. We both cried out.

He retreated, lodged into me once more, and I came with a violent, torrid shudder. He collapsed onto me with a throaty grunt.

A warmth filled my pussy. I imagined his seed filling my hole right to the brim, spilling over and down my thighs. We lay together for several minutes. As our breathing synchronized and gradually slowed, my mind hijacked the blissful post-sex feels.

Oh my God. I slept with him. I swallowed.

Part of me wanted to attach a finally at the end of that thought.

The other part wanted me to roll out from his warm body, snatch my clothes up from the floor, and dart across the hall to my room.

I had sex with the one person I shouldn't have. Why couldn't I control it? Why did sex have to come into play during any encounter I had with a Muller? Sure, James was the embodiment of all things sexy and sinful.

But I knew better. This was more than just needing to have sex or being lonely. James was my boss.

I wanted to work at this Foundation and be a light for women in abusive relationships. I even wanted to support men with poor mental health finding help.

This sexual thing I had sparked with James would mess it all up. It couldn't last forever. James didn't love me and I doubted he could.

And for once, I didn't believe it had to do with my figure or weight.

Anything serious would mean his family would know. I couldn't imagine that going over well on any level. Besides, how could I face them as their son's girlfriend if I could hardly be around them at Jarrod's memorial?

We couldn't be together. I didn't want just sex from James either. I needed more. What James needed . . . I wasn't sure. "Everything" was a blanket statement. I'd never met a man who wanted the whole package deal anyway. Maybe he didn't even want more than a physical relationship.

I was getting way too ahead of myself. Just because we finally gave in to the instinct we'd been resisting didn't mean anything. We scratched the itch.

It was done.

I spent so much time convincing myself of this that I didn't realize James had fallen asleep. His soft snore ruptured my thoughts. Biting back a threatening tear, I nudged his relaxed, lean body off of me. Then I gathered my clothes off the floor and tiptoed across the hall to my room.

The shower water assaulted my back. My face felt flush from shame. Turning into the water, I freed the shower head from its holder and aimed it at my vagina. Remnants of James' creamy load washed down my thighs.

My eyes burned watching it leak out of me. I didn't know why and I didn't want to dwell on it.

After showering, I sorted through my duffel bag and made sure I had everything I would need to go home this weekend. I planned to leave tomorrow as soon as work finished. Any spare time around James might fuck with my head.

I shut off the lights and crawled into bed. My eyelids felt heavy. Flashes of James above me, those piercing eyes flexing from tenderly soft to predatory hard, riddled me. I curled into a ball and willed sleep to take me over.