Strange Addiction

Chapter 4

I roll my eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s just 0.00001 percent of your billions. Now give me that.” I tried to steal back the bottle but he evaded. I keep on reaching but he manages to successfully evade. I was already growing frustrated. I eyed the couch behind him before lunging at him. He bellowed as we both fell to the couch. I hurriedly snatched the bottle from his hand when I saw the perfect opportunity. The contents didn’t spill luckily as it was already almost halfway. I grinned at my successful plan.

“What the hell! We could’ve been injured.” He exclaimed.

My eyes roll upward not appreciating how much of a killjoy he was. “Don’t be a sissy. I knew there was a couch behind you.”

“What I meant was the bottle could’ve broken and wounded you.”

“I knew there’s always warmth in that cold heart of yours.” I teased, provoking him. I then put the bottle between my lips. I saw his hand moved to reach it but I stopped him first by grabbing his hand. I hugged the bottle against my chest with my other arm, keeping it from him. “Ah, ah, ah. I knew you’re going to do that.”

His other hand moved and I swatted it away letting the other one free.

“f**k, don’t move.”

I stilled. “f**k?” I laugh deeply. “My, what a dirty mouth you have, mister.”

“I said don’t move.” He warned, gritting his teeth. “Don’t even laugh.”

I froze when I followed his sight. Why the hell did I not notice our position? I was fixated on getting the drink that we didn’t know that he was lying flat on the sofa while I was sitting on his crotch. My thighs fully displayed for him, my underwear almost visible. If the red face of his wasn’t obvious enough. He was f*****g embarrassed and holy hell, aroused.

I grinned evilly.

“Oh, dear.” Placing the bottle on his chest, steadying it with my hand. He long forgot to take it away from me.

“Get off.” He demanded but the bottle was stopping him.

I grind my hips. His face was redder than before if that was even possible. I could feel his member harden at the movement.

“Stop!”

“I will.” I grind again. “If you apologize for being a d**k to me…” Grind. “All.“ Grind. “This.” Grind “Time.”

He was gritting his teeth, taking his time to speak. Probably to think if I deserve his apology or not so I grind again. “I…apologize.”

“Well, it wasn’t that hard, was it?” I tried to get off but he sat up and reached for my wrist, stopping me.

“Do not provoke me.” He growled. The bottle was in between our chest. I was still sitting on his crotch because well, he stopped me. His smell wafted through my nose. We smelled the same. Lavender.

The short distraction gave him the chance to steal the champagne bottle from me. I stared at him in disbelief when he gulped down the content straight to his mouth, kissing my DNA.

He then reached for my neck pulling me down towards him. Our lips met halfway.

Chapter 6

“You enjoy provoking me, don’t you?” He said through our busy lips. “Ever since the first time you walked into my office, you’ve done nothing but test my patience.”

I giggled as I bit his lip before pulling away slightly. He squeezed my waist at the action. “I do.”

I take back the bottle, taking a mouthful greedily of the liquid. As the bottle separated from my mouth, he took it away at once, placing it on the center table in front of us.

His cold hands went inside my shirt, wrapping it around my waist. He hoisted me to let me lay on the soft material behind me. He then hovered over me while carefully pressing his body against mine. His hips snuggled between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a frown. I was answered with a hungry kiss instead. I moaned when his tongue managed to invade the insides of my mouth. Our tongues met and clashed. His overbearing side was showing, dominating the entire situation. I knew I would always win whenever I saw his annoyed look if I ever did something both intentional and not. But no matter how much I tried to fight back, he was winning this time. He was damn good at it, too.

“Wait.” I try to push him back. I was losing my breath. I inhaled the oxygen greedily when I managed to gain little space. He, on the other hand, didn’t stop. His lips travelled to my cheek, down to my chin, my collar, to my neck which he licked and sucked. I groaned from the intensity he was emanating.

His hand reached the hem of my shirt, pulling it up so his hand could feast my skin. He rubbed the skin of my torso leisurely, relishing at the feeling it gave him and the f**k his hand was giving me. I close my eyes and feel all of him.

God, what am I doing? Him of all people.

He raised my shirt and pulled it off of me. My bra fell down, exposing my breasts. When the hell did he unclasp it? He pulled the bra off of me in quite a haste, sliding it off my tatted arms. I was left with my black panties which were matching with my bra. He easily took off his shirt, showing me his sculpted body. His muscles weren't too much nor lacking. He was perfect. He wasn’t tan like a typical male. He was pale but not overly white so when he blush, the red was still prominent.

His bright hazel eyes similar to mine were hooded with lust and desire as he watched me. His sight travelled up and down to the tips of my toes, stopping at the tattoos that decorated my body. It reminded me of the first time we met. He wasn’t also the only pale one here. The second similarities we have.

His hand reached for my breast with hesitance. His indexed finger making patterns against my skin. It tickled but it added more to what I was feeling.

I wanted him.

I wanted him so much right now.

I held his wrist. The action made us stare at each other. I went back to sitting at his lap, straddling him. I reached for his face, my thumb found its way to his lips, pressing it rather erotically. I replaced it with my lips afterwards. He returned the gesture greedily.

I moved, unconsciously gyrating my hips against his still growing erection. He groaned. His arm was around my waist pressing our bodies firmly against each other. His other hand was busy squeezing and tweaking my breast. My moans were getting louder as our lusts were getting higher and higher.

Nile hoisted me up. My legs immediately circled around his hips, locking it tightly as he stood up. Our kiss was unbreakable as he walked us towards his bedroom, kicking the door shut as we reached inside.

He gently placed me down to the bed where I was supposed to be sleeping… alone. He pulled down his pants and underwear. The clothes pooled around his feet and he stepped out of it. His c**k stood proud and hungry.

That thing is a f*****g monster. It was beefy with veins almost popping from how hard it was. It was obviously throbbing for its release. That has definitely defied his androgynous beauty.

I giggled. “Are you sure you want to do this? You know there’s no going back when you have a taste of me-“ I squealed when he suddenly hovered me and in no haste hooked his fingers to my panties, sliding it down to my legs.

“You tell me.” I moaned with a roll of my eyes heavenwards. His finger immediately dived right in between my folds. s**t. Have I really ruined his patience? “You’re f*****g tight, aren’t you?”

I laugh in between pants. “I see. You’re only showing that dirty mouth of yours during s*x. Ahh~” His finger dug deeper. I think he might’ve hit a spot. “Such a long finger. Hmmn.” Beautiful and slender too.

“Still so much to say in a time like this.” He added a finger, slowly pumping in and out. My hand went to his arm, squeezing it as the feeling heightened.

“You’re going to pay for that. Hmmn~” I pant.

“I’m looking forward to it.” I screamed when I released. I moaned in an unbelievable high pitch. My sanity just left the building, ladies and gentlemen.

Nile leaned in to kiss me. It was slow and passionate. His fingers were still thrusting slowly in and out. He then retracted and pulled his fingers slowly from my wet and aching core. It felt empty when he pulled away. My o****m leaked out, seeping towards his bedsheet. He stared at me as he licked his dripping fingers, sucking every bit of wetness to dry.

Shit. Talk about sinful.

He moves to nestle himself between my widely spread legs, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist. An opportunity to roll myself above him, making him fall flat under me. He was surprised for a bit but he was too randy to care. I lowered my ass against him.

“You know for someone so uptight, you’re f*****g dominant in bed.” He moaned when he felt my wetness.

He places his hands at the side of my waist, pulling me to him. My breasts were pressed against his chest. It felt arousing and good. His mouth reaches mine and I meet him halfway. I could taste my juice. Just the thought of him licking it from his fingers is making me crazy with lust.

I could feel his length poking me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist locking me against him. His other hand moved to reach something. I moaned when I felt him guide his phallus to my entrance. He grinds his hips for a sudden thrust.

I abruptly let go of our kiss, unable to take the feeling. He was still not halfway in but I already felt so full. My head dipped to his shoulder for a rest. My mind and body was still grasping at the feeling. Nile understood me and instead he kissed my shoulder and neck. He let me rest for a while. I was already breathing heavily and we still had started. Why does he have to be so damn huge?

I sat up, careful not to push it deeper. He cussed, affected at the movement. I smirked mischievously. The second our eyes met, I immediately swallowed him whole with no warning.

“f**k!” Cursing simultaneously. We both gasped at the suddenness. I melted at the feeling. I fell back to his chest, unmoving. He was breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down.

I felt so full. I could feel him all the way to the hilt. I was sure he was in too deep. If I had not taken birth control, I’m sure his precum would have easily made me pregnant. He was already right at the doorstep of my egg cell’s house. His swimmers need not swim afar. That’s how f*****g deep he was.

“Why the f**k didn’t you have a warning on that?” He grunted.

I smiled. “So much fucking.” I grinded to tease him. He muttered curses while resisting his eyes to roll heavenward. “You didn’t warn me when you undress me nor push that naughty fingers to my sex.”