3. Addison

3

Addison

E ren's lips pressed against mine, a fiery dance that left me breathless. He didn't seem to care about the partygoers around us, their eyes mere specks in the periphery of our universe. The thrill of it all sent a shiver down my spine.

"God," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so damn beautiful, I could fuck you against a wall."

His words sent a flush creeping up my neck, and I looked away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"What?" Eren teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is it something I said? Why are you late, babe? I told you I should have picked you up."

I let out a half-hearted laugh, my thoughts drifting back to the evening's unexpected turn. "My car decided to give up on me. Tire blew out on the way here."

Eren's brow furrowed. "You should've called me, Addy. I would've come for you."

A small smile found its way to my lips despite the night's earlier tension. "I was all set to do that, but Michael showed up like some roadside guardian angel."

Eren's expression softened, and a small smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Michael is the best of them," he said with a nod. "He's a good guy. I just wish he was as lucky as I was. You know, find someone the way I found you."

I could feel Michael's hands again, steady and sure as they replaced the ruined tire, his presence a calming force in the chaos of the night. "I've known him all my life," I admitted, the image of Michael's focused face flashing in my mind. "We grew up together, went to school together." I paused, considering our shared history. "I don't think he said more than three words but he was always around."

Eren raised an eyebrow, interest piqued. "You've known him that long?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but we weren't close or anything. Just... there, in each other's orbit."

"Did you see him play hockey?" Eren asked.

Shaking my head, I felt a pang of something—regret? Curiosity? "I wasn't really into that until you," I confessed.

"Damn right." Eren's voice was laced with playful arrogance.

Then he pulled me closer, his hands firm on my waist. Our lips met again, and this time it was gentle—a contrast to the raw intensity of before. His kiss whispered promises and secret smiles; it spoke of knowing glances across crowded rooms and laughter shared under moonlit skies. It was the kind of kiss that could make you forget about blown-out tires and roadside rescues—the kind that made you believe in moments stolen from time itself.

In the warmth of his embrace, the world outside our bubble ceased to exist, if only for a little while.

Eren's lips traced a path down to my neck, sending a cascade of shivers along my skin. "I'm surprised he didn't ask you out," he mused between kisses. "I'm sure you were such a hottie in high school. I know I would have. Hell, I asked you out the second I saw you in American History."

A laugh escaped me, though it came out more as a breathless sigh under his tender assault. "Honestly, he seemed focused on hockey," I managed to say. "Everyone thought he'd go number one. Levi Kennedy kind of came out of nowhere."

"Yeah, he did," Eren agreed, his voice a soft vibration against my collarbone. "I wouldn't be surprised if you caught his eye, though. You're gorgeous."

His words were a balm, yet they ignited an unexpected spark of curiosity within me. Could Michael have really seen me that way? The thought seemed ludicrous; our lives had been parallel lines—close but never touching in that sense. Michael was always the stoic one, his gaze fixed on a future on the ice—a future that felt galaxies away from where I stood.

And I…

I hadn't really noticed him. Sure, he was attractive. Tall, broad-shouldered. He looked like a Viking. But I doubted he noticed me. Girls threw themselves at him all the time and he didn't seem to notice them either…and some were much prettier than I was.

Before I could respond, a song started playing, and Eren's eyes lit up. "I love this song," he said, squeezing my hip. He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Hey, can I see something?"

"Sure," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd give him anything, including the part of me I'd kept hidden for so long.

"I want to watch you dance to this," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "With a girl. Guy. Doesn't matter. I just…I want to watch."

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. I could feel the weight of a gaze from across the room, but I pushed the thought aside. This was about me and Eren, and I wasn't going to let my fears hold me back anymore.

I approached the girl, her name lost in the thumping bass and the haze of my nerves. My hands trembled as I placed them on her hips, feeling the warmth of her body beneath my fingers. She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

The girl took the lead, turning me around so that my back pressed against her chest. Her hands traced the curves of my waist, sending a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the music and the sensation of her body moving with mine.

Her touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she was trying to gauge my reaction. I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax and let go of my fears. I could feel the tension in my muscles slowly melting away as I lost myself in the moment.

The girl's hands moved up to my shoulders, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. I could feel her breath against my neck, warm and soft. I leaned back into her, letting her guide me as we swayed to the rhythm of the music.

As we danced, I felt a sense of empowerment wash over me. I had never done anything like this before, never let myself be so vulnerable and open. But here I was, in the arms of a stranger, feeling more alive than I had in years.

I opened my eyes, looking out at the sea of people around us. They seemed to blur together, their faces indistinct and unimportant. All that mattered was the girl behind me, her hands on my body, her breath against my skin.

I turned around, facing her for the first time since we started dancing. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart race. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss.

For a moment, everything else faded away. There was only the girl and me, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I felt a sense of freedom and joy that I had never experienced before, a feeling that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

But then, the moment was over. The girl pulled away; her smile fading as she looked over my shoulder. I followed her gaze, my heart sinking as I saw Eren standing there, his eyes filled with a dark hunger.

I tried to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, hungry and yearning. I took a step back, my legs shaking as I tried to steady myself.

Eren's hand closed around mine, his grip firm and possessive. "Let's go somewhere quieter," he said, his voice low and seductive. I glanced back at the girl, but she was already gone, swallowed up by the crowd.

He led me towards a doorway in the corner of the room, but before we reached it, he stopped and pulled a tie from his pocket. "Sorry, babe," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "You can't see where you're going."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But then I felt his fingers brush against my cheek, gentle and reassuring. I closed my eyes and let him tie the blindfold around my head.

There was something strangely erotic about losing my sight, about being completely at Eren's mercy. I could feel my nipples harden beneath my shirt, my body responding to his touch even as my mind raced with uncertainty.

He led me through the doorway and down a hallway, his hand never leaving mine. I could hear the muffled sounds of the party behind us, but they seemed distant and unimportant. All that mattered was the feel of Eren's fingers intertwined with mine, the sound of his breathing beside me.

Finally, we stopped. I heard the soft click of a door closing, and then Eren's hands were on my shoulders, guiding me towards a chair. "Sit down," he said, his voice low and husky.

I did as he asked, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, the warmth of his breath against my neck. "God, you're so hot, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'd love to see you and Emily fuck. You got me so hard just thinking about it."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it. But there was something in his voice that made me feel wanted and desired.

"What about you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Me?" he asked, his fingers tracing a slow circle on my thigh.

"Yeah," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "Wouldn't you…you know…be part of it?"

"Of course," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But you don't realize how much pleasure you give me just watching."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, the warmth of his breath against my neck. I knew I should be scared, should be running away from this situation as fast as I could. But there was something about Eren, something that made me feel safe and protected, even as he pushed me to explore my deepest desires.

"Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do it."

Eren's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "That's my girl," he said, his fingers tracing a slow circle on my thigh. "But first, I want to see you touch yourself. I want to hear you moan my name."

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. But then I felt Eren's hand on mine, guiding me up my thigh and towards my panties while slowly spreading my legs.

I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me. I could hear the sound of Eren's breathing beside me, could feel the heat of his body next to mine. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation, in the feel of my own fingers on my skin.

"That's it, baby," Eren murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You're so fucking sexy. I could watch you all night."

"I've…I've never done this before," I admitted. I wished I could see Eren's face, but I didn't want to remove the tie, didn't want to take us out of the moment.

"What?" Eren's voice was flat. "You've never had a blindfold?"

I cleared my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. "No... I've never done this... had sex... any of it."

There was a long pause, and I could feel Eren's eyes on me, searching for something. "You haven't?"

"Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is that...is that a problem?"

I heard him take a deep breath, and then he said, "I... I have to go check on... on Michael. I'll be back."

The door shut behind him, and I was left alone in the darkness. I considered just leaving, but something compelled me to stay where I was, to keep the tie on my eyes. I wanted to be a good girl for Eren. I wasn't going to run from him. If he needed time to let it sink in, I'd give it to him. I understood. It was a lot.

As I sat there, I felt eyes on me...not Eren's. Someone else's. Something that caused an anchor to settle between my thighs, dangerous but curious. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger.

I heard footsteps approaching. "Eren?"

Silence.

"Eren?" I tried again.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and then it was slowly sliding down my arm, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I should pull away, but I couldn't. I was frozen in place, my body responding to the touch even as my mind raced with uncertainty.

Of course it was Eren. No one else knew I was here. He just didn't have the words, couldn't figure out what to say.

I understood that.

That was okay.

The hand on my arm moved up to my face, tracing a slow circle on my cheek. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, and I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.

I felt his hands on my hips, gently guiding me towards him.

He took his time, his fingers tracing slow circles on my skin. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, the warmth of his breath against my neck. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation.

His hands moved up my thighs, slowly inching my skirt up. I could feel the cool air against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I wished I could see, wished I could look into his eyes and know for sure what he was thinking. But the blindfold kept me in the dark, my other senses heightened in response.

I felt his mouth against my mound, and I gasped. It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before, a rush of pleasure that made my legs tremble and my heart race. I could feel his tongue against my skin, teasing and exploring. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch even as my mind raced with uncertainty.

And then, I saw stars.