Chapter 33

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thirty-three

ADDIE

I rotate us around, spinning on my heels like I do while dancing with a partner, and I push him back until he rests against the edge of the table.

Then I sink onto my knees in front of him, grabbing hold of his zipper on my way down.

Owen's sharp, echoing inhale feels like a megaphone captured the sound of it, and it fuels my movements.

I move faster as desperation colors my vision.

I've only ever done this to one other guy before. I've never had much of a desire to do it, especially since most of the guys I've been with were hardly generous in return.

Not like Owen.

He's always selfless. He's equal parts tender and firm, and I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.

Once he springs loose from his jeans, drool threatens to dribble from my mouth.

"Is this seriously happening?" he whispers under his breath, as if he's talking to himself.

But I answer, anyway. "Almost." I narrow my eyes as I reach for the can of whipped cream by his foot. It must've fallen off the table when I was previously on top of it.

I pop the top off and squirt it on him, beginning at the base of his veiny shaft and drawing a line up to the tip, where I swirl a healthy dose.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes, and his cock twitches, just begging for me.

I toss the can aside, where it joins the rest of the mess, and I take my sweet time licking the whipped cream off him.

Owen shudders beneath me.

I place my hands on both of his hips to steady him—not that I have that kind of strength, but at least I can anchor myself. This is just as titillating for me as it must be for him.

It's addictive being in control like this and entrancing Owen in such awe.

I cover his tip with my mouth, savoring the last of the dessert topping, and then I take as much of him as possible.

I don't stop until he hits the back of my throat and tears well in my eyes.

"Jesus, that's so fucking good, baby." Owen caresses the top of my head as I bob slowly, easing him in and out of my mouth.

The lingering sweet taste of the whipped cream mixes so deliciously with his natural taste, and I lose myself in the moment.

We're much like we were in Savannah, except we're not out of town this time. Here, we're in Owen's house, only a few miles from the school. But it doesn't matter to me.

Right now, I chase the feeling of ecstasy that only he offers. I chase it like I'm the fastest freaking woman on earth.

I quicken my pace and suck him off as if this is the last thing I'll ever do.

He repeatedly hits the back of my throat, harder and harder as he thrusts his hips into me and rides my face.

And I can't get enough. Tears stream down my face, and still, I happily moan and practically gag on him.

It's so unbelievably hot . I'll later be adding this to the list of things I never thought I'd say before Owen.

"Okay, okay," he pants and pulls a fistful of my hair back, separating my mouth from his pulsing length. "I can't come like this. Not yet. Not before I get inside you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I challenge as I swipe at the corners of my eyes and rise to my full height.

His hooded gaze bores into me as he thrusts his pants the rest of the way off. Owen steps out of them as I shimmy out of my skirt. Then he walks us backward until I'm pressed against the wall.

"I have condoms upstairs," he says, his length prodding against my stomach.

"No. Here. Now." I nod. "I'm on the pill, and I have checkups regularly. You know I have a whole color code for that, so I can stay on top of my health."

"Mine's not that extensive, but I've also been tested recently." He uses one large hand to smooth hair away from my face. "Are we really doing this?"

I nod again, but this time, it's more emphatic. "Hurry."

With one arm around my waist, he lifts me up the wall, and I wrap my legs around him, sinking onto his erection with ease.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as he stretches me so perfectly. I grip him between my thighs like a vise as he propels me up and down, my back sliding on the wall.

He plunges into me with vigorous, hungry strokes, ramming his hips into me like he's trying to make us both one with the wall.

We practically shake the foundation of the house.

My body vibrates with another orgasm, and he pulses inside me.

Owen clenches his jaw as I unravel, his name a breathy whisper on my lips. He abruptly pulls out, sets me onto my feet, and flips me around.

Hot spurts of his release decorate my back and ass. I glance over my shoulder to find him pumping his shaft with the rest of his climax.

A line of sweat skids from his neck down to his chest, his cheeks flushed like he's been in the sun all day.

He's positively captivating.

His groan is drawn out before he utters, "That was…"

"Majestic." A smile dances on my lips as he kisses my shoulder.

"Don't move."

I do as he says and wait for him to return with a damp washcloth, which he uses to delicately clean me up. The warmth, plus his soft circling motions, soothe my back, and my eyelids flutter. They're suddenly heavy with elated satisfaction.

When he pauses, I glance behind me, where he sinks onto his knees. "What are you doing?" I ask, my voice a silky whisper of contentment.

His teeth sink into my ass cheek in answer. "Fuck, I've been wanting to do that all damn week."