ADDICTED

27

JAMES

At some point in the early hours of the morning, the sensation of falling knocked me from my slumber. My muscles felt like they jumped out of my skin.

Slinging my head back, I started with a gasp. I was laying on the edge of the bed, feet brushing the floor, with no pants on. My arms quivered as I pushed myself off the mattress.

The pants I'd worn out to the bars puddled on the floor by the door. They were strewn at an angle that reminded me how they'd been hastily torn free of my limbs and discarded.

A pair of black lace panties, a silk bra, and Leah's skirt outfit should have been among the litter on the floor. Their absence brought a tightening in my chest.

I scooped the pants up and tossed them into the hamper by my closet. My shirt followed soon after. Once I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, I left my bedroom. I stood outside her door for a long moment. No sounds escaped the wood frame. I tested the lock and, finding it unlocked, opened the door.

Amongst the disarray of sheets, a small round figure slumped. Her hair fanned out around her and I could see a single, fleshy ass cheek peeking out from the covers.

I wanted to kiss that ass. If I hadn't fallen asleep on her, I was certain I would have gotten the chance to do so. She worked my poor cock up to his boiling point faster than even my first time had.

Between the force of my load and the long week, I must have taken advantage of her soft warmth and passed out. I hadn't noticed when she left. I was always a light sleeper.

Why wasn't she still in my bed? She could have woken me up. We could have showered together. We could have pushed the sheets back and got tangled up in them.

There was so much more to her delicious body I wanted to explore. Those tits didn't receive a fraction of the attention they deserved and that ass . . . Christ Almighty. My second brain rose to full salute. I squeezed it, studying her sweet rolling hills.

It took everything in me not to storm her bedroom.

Turning the switch off, I shuffled to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. My hair was a mess. Several mindful strands poked out at different angles and the back of my head was completely flat. I stumbled into the shower and scrubbed away the night away.

As I handled my dick, I thought about her, looking up at me. The clearness in her canopy eyes. The natural fit of her palms along my shoulders. The incredible clench of her sopping cunt.

Leah was more than a rutting hole, though. I knew this the moment I looked at her and no longer saw the reason my brother was killed. That precise moment was beyond recall, but I knew it had happened.

She wasn't his old girlfriend. She wasn't at fault for his death. It was as if my brain didn't even want to associate this stunning little female with my brother at all.

She was my woman. Her petal-soft skin felt so familiar under my thighs, my hands, my eyes.

I felt like I'd made love to her for a hundred years and this was just another glimpse of paradise between us.

But that was crazy. We'd known each other for so little time. I certainly could just be intoxicated off her after being sex sober for so many years.

I didn't think this was about that. Not entirely, at least. Leah provided me with a new perspective over these last lonely years. They hadn't been a healing period over Marissa so much as a waiting period for her.

As much as I had felt for Marissa, I couldn't compare the darkness of our sex and love to the beaming, outrageous sunlight I felt with Leah.

She made me smile. I couldn't remember the last time I had without a narcissistic smirk. I'd always been too serious, even as a boy. I allowed myself to take on the burden of everything. My family, my future, and my business.