Addicted. Lydia Parks
the wall, he gave her a chance to look around.
The soft glow of blue lights, hidden at the top of the walls, lit the room. In the center was a large round bed, and near it a Victorian-style chaise longue, both covered in black velvet.
“A little tacky, isn’t it? All it needs is a velvet Elvis painting.” She ran her fingers across the back of the chaise longue.
“It’s not the room I’m interested in, darlin’.”
She glanced at him and he wondered if she could see his transformation in the weak light. If so, she didn’t react.
Jake crossed the room to stand behind her. To her credit, Athena didn’t move, but her entire body shook. He ran his palms over her shoulders, barely touching the skin. “You really think you’re ready for this? For me?”
She nodded, gripping the back of the chaise longue.
Unable to stop even if he’d wanted to, Jake ran his hands down her sides until he reached her bare midriff, then slid them back up the front of her, under the fabric. Her skin was warm and smooth, covered in places with small bumps from his touch. Her quickened breathing and pulse urged him on. He skimmed the mounds of her breasts and felt the taut nipples, then moved down to her flat stomach, tracing the belly ring.
He stepped closer until his erection rested against her ass, the clothes a frustrating barrier that he decided to leave in place for the moment. Nuzzling the back of her head and her neck, he unsnapped her jeans and slid one hand inside her panties as he wrapped the other arm around her waist.
Athena sucked in a surprised breath. “What are you—”
Jake pressed his mouth to the top of her shoulder as he slid his fingers slowly across her cunt, feeling the fleshy indentations and rises.
Her head went back to his shoulder and a shudder ran through her.
Beneath his lips, her pulse raced through her veins, calling to him as clearly as music, and her scent filled his head with sweet fog. He kissed her shoulder and eased two fingers into her warm, wet cunt.
She gasped, her body quivering in response.
Jake held her tighter and slid his fingers across her swelling clit, spreading her juices, inhaling her wondrous scent of desire.
Athena’s hips moved in time with his fingers as her breathing grew ragged. She approached the precipice, ready for him, groaning for him.
He pressed the tips of his fangs to her tender skin, anticipating the incredible joy that would soon flood his senses, and his cock ached to plunge into her slick cunt.
How a picture of Iris could invade at that moment, he had no idea. He heard her cries of joy and pain, and then her weakened moans as he drank from her, and finally her pathetic whimper of despair as the last of her life slipped away.
Jake turned his head to the side as he drew Athena into an orgasm. She cried out and tightened around his fingers, her body undulating against his. She reached back and gripped his ass to hold him close, as the spasms shot through her cunt, grabbing at him, inviting him deeper.
Damn, he’d never had to work so hard to restrain himself as he thought about how amazing it would be to fuck her and taste her climax.
Holding her close, he let her ride his hand to the end, until she collapsed against him.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
After a long moment, she reached back and ran her hand down the front of his pants, stroking his cock through the denim.
He grabbed her wrist to stop her and pulled her hand away. “Not now,” he said, his voice barely recognizable even to himself.
“Why not?”
“Because you wouldn’t survive it.” He turned his head and kissed her neck.
“I don’t understand.” She moved her head sideways to give him access.
“Good.” Jake swallowed hard as he lifted his mouth away from temptation. “It’s time to take you home.”
“But don’t you want to…you know, continue?”
Jake ran his hands up her sides again to her breasts, enjoying one last touch. “Later, sweet thing.”
She pushed back into him and he growled accidentally.
4
A shot of “house special” Jake grabbed on the way out combined with cool night air managed to douse the flames running just under his skin. Or, at least, bring them down to a manageable level. He steered the Impala through the narrow, crowded streets until they’d left the Plaza behind and entered what passed in Santa Fe for suburbs.
“Turn right here,” Athena said, pointing at the next corner.
Jake followed her instructions and pulled into an empty driveway in front of a small stucco house that looked very much like every other house on the block. A dog next door barked at the intrusion.
Athena glanced at him, her hand on the car door latch. “Aren’t you coming in?”
He smiled and shook his head, regretting the words even as he spoke them. “I don’t think so.”
She looked at the house, and then back at him, her heart suddenly thundering in the night. “But, what if Chris is waiting in there for me?”
“Chris?”
Athena nodded. “You know, the one you told to get lost. He’s probably really pissed off.”
Jake frowned at the house. “Would he hurt you?”
She shrugged. “He might.”
Rage swelled unexpectedly in his chest as he thought of someone hurting Athena, and he cut off the car’s engine. He followed her to the front door.
“Does he have a key?”
She nodded as she unlocked the dead bolt. “We’ve been dating for a few months.”
When she opened the door, Jake stopped her with a hand on her arm and stepped inside. “Don’t turn on the lights,” he whispered.
“But, how will you see?”
Ignoring her question, he walked silently through the small house, checking for any hint of a heartbeat. Discovering nothing, he relaxed and returned to the front door.
He found Athena standing where he’d left her, but now she stood before him naked, leaning coyly against the wall in the living room, smiling. A single lamp cast a soft yellow light on her body, and Jake stopped.
He hadn’t correctly guessed just how gorgeous her body was—firm in all the right places, with naturally full breasts and small pink areolae. Her waist, not too narrow, but not overly large, gave way to wide hips marked by reddish pubic hair, growing in a full bush. And her legs aroused him even more as she drew one foot up, sliding it along the front of her shin. She held her braid against the front of her body between her breasts, twirling the end in one finger.
“I think we should finish what we started, Jake. Don’t you?”
He clenched his jaw at the wave of undeniable hunger washing through his body as he strode to her and held her bare waist. Then he took her mouth, unable to make himself stop, needing to taste her, needing all of her. He sensed her fear—this wasn’t usual for her, he could tell—but the thirst swelled faster than his cock, and all rational thought disappeared. Only senses remained, open and receiving everything she offered: her beauty, her scent, her warmth, her touch.
She pulled his shirttail up and her fingers singed lines into his skin.
He pinned her to the wall and caressed her breasts, enjoying the way they filled and heated his hands. He rolled the hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers; she groaned into his mouth.
Athena unbuttoned