20. Michael

20

Michael

I woke up early, the first rays of dawn filtering through Addison's curtains. The soft light danced across her room, casting a warm glow on the rumpled sheets and the woman tangled within them. I watched as she slept, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her dark hair fanned out around her like a halo. This was it. This was what I'd always wanted.

I slowly pulled back the covers, revealing the loose t-shirt and boy shorts Addison had fallen asleep in. She stirred slightly, but she didn't wake. I shifted, positioning myself between her legs. Carefully, as to not disturb her, I peeled off her underwear. Her scent was intoxicating, and I pressed my face against her mound, inhaling even more of it.

I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and my own responded in kind. My heart pounded in my chest as I traced my fingers along the soft skin of her thighs. I traced delicate patterns on her skin, leaving a trail of ethereal goosebumps in my wake. My fingers danced along her lips, the soft folds parting under my touch, revealing the swollen bud of her clit. I couldn't resist the urge to tease it with the very tip of my finger, causing her to shiver and whimper softly in her sleep.

A soft, velvety wetness coated the inside of her thighs, and my mouth watered at the prospect of tasting her. My hunger to consume her depths was matched only by my desire to keep her in this blissful state of unconscious awareness.

With deliberate care, I positioned myself between Addison's legs once more. I glanced up at her face, her peaceful expression a testament to the power of dreams. I leaned in, my lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, causing her to let out a small, contented sigh. I then traced feather-light kisses down her leg, savoring every inch of her silky flesh.

As I inched closer to the apex of her desire, my breath cupped her mound like a warm, invisible blanket. Her scent was now a heady mix of musk and honey, and I reveled in it, pushing aside any lingering doubts and indulging in the pure, carnal pleasure it invoked.

Using the slightest pressure, I began to lick her, starting at the base of her folds and working my way up, tracing the delicate lines of her lips. Her body responded eagerly, her wetness growing more abundant with each pass of my tongue. I teased and tickled her clit, playing a symphony of sensation upon her most sensitive bundle of nerves.

Addison's body began to twitch and writhe, her breathing growing shallower as she edged closer to the brink. Her hands clenched the sheets, her knuckles turning white with the force. I was transfixed by the sight of her, each writhing muscle and flushed cheek a testament to the pleasure I was bestowing upon her.

Drawing my lips into a sensuous O, I hovered them over her swallowing, undulating center. With one last, exhilarating breath, I plunged my tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her juices as they coated my mouth. My tongue flicked and swirled, exploring every hidden crevice with precision, as if guided by an unseen force.

Addison's gasps and moans reached a fever pitch, her body tensing and then melting into my touch like wax under a furnace. It seemed as though the very room was pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat, matching the frantic rhythm of her breath.

I continued to worship her with my mouth, savoring the way her moans echoed through the room. My fingers found their way back to her clit, teasing and caressing it with gentle yet insistent strokes.

Addison's body began to tremble, her breaths becoming uneven and shallow. I knew she was close, so close that I could taste it on my lips, feel it in the quivering of her muscles.

I dove back into her depths, my tongue swirling and probing, matching the rhythm of her rising arousal. She cried out, her body arching off the bed in pure, unbridled pleasure. Her orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, her juices spilling onto my face and tongue, mingling with my saliva. I drank her deeply, savoring the taste of her. My fingers stayed locked on her clit, milking every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.

As her shudders subsided, I pulled away, my cheeks glistening with her juices. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing a dazed and sated expression. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers in a slow, lingering kiss.

"Good morning," I whispered, my voice thick with lust and satisfaction.

Addison smiled, her eyes drifted shut, her body still trembling with the remnants of her orgasm.

I slid my fingertips across her soft skin, leaving a trail of tender kisses as I repositioned myself beside her. My eyes lingered on the curve of her hip, the rise and fall of her chest, the flutter of her eyelashes.

"Michael?" she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

I didn't say anything, just continued to touch her. She looked down at me, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. For a moment, I thought she might push me away, but instead, she let out a soft sigh and relaxed into the mattress.

Addison looked up at me, her eyes wide and confused. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just making sure you're okay," I replied, my voice husky with desire.

She looked at me for a moment longer, her eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, she nodded. "I'm okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every morning."

Her brows furrowed.

"This," I said. "This is how I want you every morning."

She nodded, her eyes already closing. I watched as she drifted back to sleep, my heart still pounding in my chest. I knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to come. But for now, I was content to just watch her sleep, to bask in the warmth of her body and the knowledge that she was safe and happy.

Addison stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal those deep brown eyes that had captivated me from the start. She blinked, momentarily disoriented, before a slow smile spread across her face. "Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Morning," I replied, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. She leaned into my touch, her eyes drifting closed once more before she pulled away and stood up. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight. Soon, she would be mine completely.

"I'll make coffee," she said before stepping out of the room.

I slid out of bed and padded over to the window. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, bathing the world in a golden light. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of coffee that wafted up from the kitchen below.

I dressed quickly, pulling on my uniform, and made my way downstairs. Addison was standing at the stove, her back to me, humming softly to herself as she flipped pancakes. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. This was my life now. This was what I'd been fighting for.

I crossed the room, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. She squealed in surprise, dropping the spatula, before relaxing into my embrace. "Good morning," I whispered again, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Good morning," she replied, turning in my arms to face me. She smiled up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. "Again. I made breakfast."

"I can see that," I said, gesturing to the pancakes on the stove. "And it smells amazing."

We sat down to eat, the silence between us comfortable and easy. I watched as Addison devoured her pancakes, her eyes lighting up with each bite. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight. I had done this. I had made her happy.

But even as I reveled in the moment, I knew that there was still work to be done. I still had to claim Addison completely. I still had to make her mine. And I was more determined than ever to do just that.

I arrived at hockey practice early, my skates slung over my shoulder. The rink was empty, save for one lone figure already on the ice. Eren. He skated over to the boards as I approached, his expression serious.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice echoing in the empty arena.

I gave him a long, appraising look before nodding. "Sure."

Eren reached behind his head, scratching his scalp nervously, underneath his helmet. "Look," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "What happened yesterday..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm not this way. I'm not a jealous person, but..."

"I never wanted this," I said, my voice low and even.

It was a half-truth. I never wanted Eren involved, but I had always wanted Addison. From the moment I first saw her, I knew she was meant to be mine.

Eren sighed, running a hand down his face. "I know, I know," he said. "It's just... What if you do it better than me, man?"

"I do," I muttered under my breath.

A smile cracked across Eren's face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm being serious," he said, his voice strained. "What if, after being with you, she doesn't want to be with me?"

I looked at him, my gaze unwavering. I knew exactly what he was feeling. The fear, the uncertainty, the knowledge that he might lose the one thing he cared about most. Addison was mine, and I would do whatever it took to keep her. He should be worried.

"I don't know what you want me to say. This is what you wanted," I pointed out, my voice flat.

Eren nodded, his eyes darting around the empty rink. "I know, I know, but... I think I just need this over with, you know? I'm going to talk to Addison. I think the sooner we finish this, the sooner everything goes back to normal."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to understand what he was getting at. "What are you saying?" I asked, my tone measured.

Eren took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "I'm saying after our game tonight, let's do it," he said, his words coming out in a rush. "You, me, Addison. Well, you and Addison. I'll be watching. And then, I don't have to bother you with this and I can finally get her for myself, you know."

I didn't respond, my jaw clenching tight. A quiet fury had taken over, bubbling just beneath the surface of my skin. The audacity of Eren to think he could just hand Addison over to me like some sort of toy, only to take her back when I was done... It made my blood boil.

Luckily, Damien Sinclaire chose that moment to enter the rink. He seemed so focused on his own thoughts that he didn't even notice Eren and me standing there, locked in a tense standoff.

"Thanks, man," Eren said, clapping me on the shoulder. "I don't think you realize how much this means to me."

He skated back onto the ice, leaving me standing there, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

I forced myself to go to the locker room, each step feeling like a monumental effort. I changed into my gear mechanically, my movements slow and deliberate. As I pulled on my jersey, my mind raced, trying to figure out a way to get rid of Eren.

Because now that I'd had a taste of Addison, I had no intention of giving her back.

Ever.

The thought of her, of the way she felt beneath my hands, the way she responded to my touch, consumed me. I couldn't imagine letting anyone else have her, least of all Eren.

I sat on the bench, staring at the floor, my stick gripped tightly in my hands. I needed a plan, a way to ensure that Addison would be mine and mine alone.

But what could I do? Eren was my teammate, my friend. I couldn't just get rid of him without raising suspicion.

Or could I?