Sex Addict (20 page)

He unbuckled his belt, and watched her steadily as he pulled it free and let it hang down by his thigh. She zoomed in on his fingers wrapped around the leather and felt her pussy throb in response to the mere thought of him using that as a restraint in bed.

Snap.

“Want to come closer, Reagan?”

Lowering the camera, she knew the look she gave him was full of the desire she could feel coursing through her.

“I plan to come when I’m
very
close to you, but for now, how about you take off that tie?”

“And then?” he asked as his hands moved to the knot at the base of his throat.
 

Snap.

“And then I want you over there.”
 

She pointed toward her bed, and with a savage gleam in his eye, he started walking backward in that direction. Loosening his tie, he slipped it off over his head—

Snap.
 

—and Reagan walked one step closer to the real thing.

The back of his knees hit the edge of her bed, and when she directed him to sit on top of the mattress, he obeyed.
 

Snap.

“Don’t lose that tie,” she warned, moving closer and tossing the undeveloped picture on the bed next to him.
 

Evan moved the tie to the pillow and then reached down to untuck his shirt.
 

“Stop.” His hands froze, and her face peered around the viewfinder. “Did I tell you to do that?”

A smile of understanding crossed his face, and he shook his head.
 

“Unbutton it first. From the top.”
 

With one hand, he began to undo the white button-up, making sure his movements were slow and teasing.
 

Snap.

“I like that,” she whispered, keeping one hand up to snap shots and letting the other fall down to finger the edge of her skirt.
 

When he caught her movement, his hand shifted down the front of his shirt faster, agitated and trying to rip off the buttons.
 

Snap.

Reagan placed one knee on the bed on the outside of his, letting her fingers rise a bit higher underneath her skirt.
 

“What about you?” she asked. “Do you like what
you
see?”

“Fuck, you know I do,” he groaned, his hand moving from his shirt to reach for her thigh, but she pulled her fingers from under her skirt and blocked his attempt.
 

Snap.

Leaning in to his neck, she said, “No touching.”
 

After pulling out the picture and tossing it beside them, she rose up over him so he had an ample view of her breasts, and placed her other knee on the outside of his in a straddle position. His breath ghosted over her exposed cleavage as he watched her, waiting for permission.
 

Snap.

“Since I can’t touch you, it’s only fair that I be the one taking the shots,” Evan said, his warm breath leaving a trail of goosebumps across her flesh.
 

With a seductive laugh, she slicked her tongue across her top lip and then conceded, handing over the camera.

“Deal.”

As he straightened, she reached for his arm to steady herself and then drew her painted nail down the edge of his shirt before slipping it under and pushing it from his shoulder.

“Hmm, I want to look at you,” she purred, letting the material slide down his arm.

With his other hand, he angled the camera up at her and took a shot before telling her, “I hope you do more than look.”

Her nipples hardened under the intense eyes focused on her and the thought of what she was about to do next. Kneeling up, so her breasts were in line with Evan’s lips, she grinned down at him as she reached for the stretchy material and slowly drew it off, exposing herself to him.

“Goddamn it, Reagan,” he said.

Snap.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I know I didn’t follow this particular request. My bra is in my handbag for you.”

“Fuck the request,” he told her, licking his lips like a starving man.

“Well, if it’s all the same, I’d rather you fuck
me
…when I’m ready.”

She saw his hand move along the bedspread, and as he lifted it, she let her eyes fall down in an accusatory manner.

“Uh uh. No touching.”

His mouth drew into a thin line, and when his jaw bunched, she knew he was having trouble with the request.
 

With dexterous fingers, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and inched it up her thighs. A low rumble escaped Evan as his eyes dropped down to what she was doing and then—

Snap.

The camera produced another erotic image to add to the pile growing around them. As he tossed it to the side, uncaring of where it landed, she watched his teeth sink into his bottom lip, and it made her push that little bit harder.
 

She wanted to blow his mind, and she knew exactly how to do it.

Reaching out a finger, Reagan tilted his chin up so he was looking directly at her, and then she trailed it up to his mouth and told him, “Suck.”

Evan parted his lips and sucked her finger deep into the warm recess of his mouth, swirling his tongue around, getting it nice and wet. She couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped from her own lips as her knees tightened around his outer thighs and she felt the slick heat between her legs increase.

As she pulled her finger free, she drew it down between her breasts and then lowered her hand and asked, “Do you think I’m ready, Evan?”

His eyes were glued to her hand where it hovered between her thighs, and when she repeated his name and he looked back up, he said, “Fuck yes.”

Snap.
 

Inching her skirt up so he could watch, she traced her finger slowly down her pelvic bone before sliding it over her swollen clit, letting a gasp escape her lips at the sensation that shot through her when she touched herself there. She spread her pussy lips apart, letting him see how wet she was before—

Snap.

—rubbing her way down and sliding her finger inside.
 

The sound emanating from Evan was one of a man in physical pain, and it spurred her on to go even further. She rolled her hips up and, when she sank down, pushed her finger as far as it would go. Her free hand ran up her side, grasping her full breast and massaging as a growl ripped through Evan.
 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Reagan, let me—”

She shut him up then by pulling her finger from deep inside her and pushing it into his mouth.
 

“In the spirit of this evening’s meal of exquisite finger foods, I thought you might like your dessert the same way,” she said.

He groaned around her finger, and then she slid it free. Bending her head, she placed her lips against his, whispering across his mouth, “I’m ready.”

In as long as it took for Evan to place the camera on the bed, she raised her head and felt both of his hands clutch her hips. His fingers dug into her supple bare flesh as he pushed up using his strong thighs and spun them around, depositing her on her back amongst the sea of erotic images. As she lay there looking up at him, she watched with greedy eyes as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped.

She wriggled her dress down her body, and his eyes lit on her as she raised her hips and shimmied it off. When it reached her feet, and his pants and boxers were gone, she lifted her slender leg in the air and let the material hang from her ankle.

“I believe you requested this.”

Evan shrugged out of his open shirt and then reached for her offering, bringing it up to his face and taking a deep inhale.

“You switched up your scent,” he told her, and then tossed the dress on the bed, bringing a condom packet to his mouth to rip open.

“No,” she said, and shook her head against the mattress underneath as she watched him protect the both of them. He then took her ankle in his hand, removed the first heel, and dropped it to the floor.

“Oh, yes. There is no way you smelt this delicious that first night. You reminded me of a fucking sugar cookie.”

Reagan’s mouth parted as he drew a finger up the arch of her foot.
 

“No,” she sighed as he placed that foot on the bed and reached for the other. “I had run into Macy’s on my way home and a woman at the cosmetic counter attacked me with her spray. I couldn’t get that smell out for days.”

Evan removed the second heel, dropped it on the floor, and then released her leg.

“Reagan?” Her eyes locked with his, and her heart almost stopped when he told her, “Stop talking.”

Shutting her mouth, she clamped her teeth into her bottom lip and lowered her eyes to the hard-on Evan was stroking.

“Open your legs,” he instructed as he stood at the end of the bed.
 

The time for play was clearly over.

Without so much as a hint of hesitation, Reagan bent her legs until her feet were flat, and parted her thighs.

“I want you to use your finger on yourself just like you did a minute ago, but this time…this time I’m going to watch. And then, Reagan…then I’m going to devour you
and
your sweet fucking pussy.”

Yessss…

As she began to move her hand down her body, he called out for her to stop. She was confused until she saw him pick up the camera lying next to her on the bed.
 

“I can’t resist you wide fucking open for me.”

Snap
.

With a sultry smile, she let her hand continue its trail over the flat plane of her stomach, her fingers slowly creeping toward her bare mound. As much as she was ready to have him inside her, she couldn’t resist torturing him first so she could see the frustration of how much he wanted her. That thought alone had gotten her off so many times in the past few weeks that she’d lost count.
 

Knowing how much she turned him on had turned
her
on, and she didn’t think she could get enough of him.

“You want me touching here?” she asked, rubbing her middle finger down the center of her pussy. When he nodded, she ran circles around her clit, her back arching off the bed. “What about here? I’m so wet, Evan. Don’t you want to feel?”
 

Just as she started to slide her finger inside, she felt strong hands grab her ankles and yank her down to the edge of the bed.
 

Evan was between her thighs before she had a chance to lift her head, her legs hanging over his shoulders once he’d dropped to his knees. The grip he had on her hips was unyielding, and he pulled her in so close she could feel his breath.
 

“I’d rather fucking taste” was all she heard before his mouth was on her.
 

Her hips bucked in surprise, but she couldn’t get away from him if she wanted to. And fuck, she didn’t want to.

His tongue ran up and down her slit, licking and sucking every drop of arousal before thrusting inside. She couldn’t stop the cry that escaped her, and reached down to thread her fingers through his hair. The intensity was almost too much, but the more she tried to push him away, the tighter he held on to her, his tongue never letting up.

Giving herself over to the pleasure, she raised her hands over her head and stretched her body out for him to do as he pleased. When his warm palms moved over her sides, she arched her back, pushing into them. A moan escaped her throat at the sheer satisfaction of being devoured in such a way. His tongue was avaricious as it slicked over her to her swollen clit, and he flicked and sucked on it, causing her entire body to tremble.

A low, throaty rumble came from Evan as he continued to sample her as if she was the most delicious thing he’d put in his mouth that evening, and when his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched her nipples, Reagan just about lost her fucking mind.

“Evan,” she moaned, and barely recognized the pleading sound coming from her mouth. She never begged, but fuck, she was ready to sell her soul to get him up her body and his cock deep inside her.

His mouth left her sensitive flesh, and as she raised her head to look down at his shiny, wet lips, she knew not only was her body his in that moment, but so was her heart. She’d wanted this man as a boy—a crush she could never forget—and as a man, she was desperate for him.

Bringing her hands down to where his were still shaping and molding her breasts, she squeezed them against her chest and told him boldly, “I need you inside me.”

Evan’s intense gaze trailed over her, and as he lowered her legs to the floor and started to crawl up the bed over her, Reagan scooted up until her head hit the pillow.

In that moment, the spark in Evan’s eyes darkened, becoming one full of focus and determination. That was when she was reminded that underneath the sophisticated front he presented to the world resided a man who was always a slave to his carnal side.

When he was hovering over her with their faces only inches apart, she watched him lick her juices from his lower lip and give a deviant smile.

“So you want me…” He paused, and when she felt the tip of his cock brush against her soaked core, her eyes fluttered closed and she reached up to grip his arms. “Here?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back a cry of frustration, and when he moved over her, sliding his length against her clit and mound, she couldn’t help but bow off the bed and push her body against him.

“I didn’t hear you, Reagan.”

She opened her eyes, and before she could tell him
yes
or
now
, he lowered his face to the crook of her neck and bit her earlobe.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Ms. Spencer, that come Monday, you’ll have no problem remembering that I gave it to you
without
any expectation of receiving in return.”

As his explicit words filtered through her mind, she was reminded of her “professional” email responses last week. She turned her head on the pillow, about to reply when she was flipped over onto her stomach, her hands sliding against the prints strewn underneath her.