Sext Addict: A Sexy Romantic Comedy Reverse Harem Page 11

  I took off my shirt, so glad I’d worn my sexy bra.

  “Tessa,” Cade groaned, fingers clutching at the blanket like it was the only thing keeping him from falling into a deep, long canyon.

  “I want you to touch me,” I said, grabbing his wrists and leading his hands to my thighs.

  It was my turn to groan when his fingers dug into my flesh and his nails left red marks as he dragged them up my thigh.

  “My hips,” I whispered.

  His hands gripped my hips.

  “My waist.”

  The hairs on the back of my neck rose when he ghosted his fingers over my waist. Eyes fixed on his, the golden brown of his irises now at least three shades darker, I reached behind me to unhook my bra strap. I wanted to devote his reaction to memory as I slipped each strap, one at a time, from my shoulders. My bra fell to his bare chest and I immediately felt his dick twitch at the sight of my exposed breasts.

  His fingers began to reach for them, but I grabbed his wrists again to stop him.

  “No,” I said. “I don’t want you to touch me there.”

  He didn’t resist as I pushed them back and leaned over to pin them to the sand above his head. I moved my hard nipple to his mouth.

  “I want you to lick.” I groaned when his hot tongue did just that.

  He twisted his tongue around my nipple in circles, flicked the tip of his tongue over just the peak of the bud, laid his tongue flat and pressed till my thighs were shaking.

  “I want you to suck,” I said next, my voice shaking as much as my knees.

  The toned muscles all along Cade’s arms quivered at my words, and I grew wetter as I wondered how hard it was for him to keep still, how hard it was not to grab my waist, flip me around, and rip the rest of my clothes off, how hard it was to not rut his dick against my hot pussy.

  When Cade sucked my nipple into his mouth, it felt so good my eyes fell closed and my finger nails dug into the sensitive skin around his wrists. He moaned, my nipple in his mouth.

  “I want you to bite,” I gasped. “I want you to bite me.”

  My hips bucked involuntarily when his teeth scraped across the sensitive bud before squeezing it between his teeth. My thighs tightened around his hips and I couldn’t resist the need for more, more, more.

  I wanted all of him.

  I released his hands and with a guttural sound, managed to say, “Take your pants off.” I crawled off of him just long enough to push down my shorts and panties. I was about to straddle Cade again when I caught sight of his cock, hard and already leaking precum. It was the biggest penis I had ever seen. Bigger than Jamie’s, and that said a lot. I made a mental note to add that to the list of surprises Cade had for me that day.

  “Well, hello, Mr. Tolstoy,” I said, eagerly stretching my knee to the other side of his thighs.

  Cade laughed and moved to pull me onto him.

  But I again stopped him.

  My voice surprised even me the way it dripped with lust when I said, “I want to see you stroke it.”

  Cade bit his lip and stared at me with eyes nearly black at this point. He moved his hand to his cock, but he kept his eyes fixed on me.

  My own hand slid down my breasts, eliciting my own groan as I moved over my sensitive nipples before going down my stomach. I circled my fingers over my clit as I watched Cade’s hand move up and down his cock. He moaned and I moaned, too.

  “I’m not going to last long,” he gasped, his voice tense, tight.

  I glanced up at him. “Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, trying to control the shake of my own voice.

  “Yes,” he exhaled.

  My thighs squeezed tight. I wasn’t going to last, either. “Then I want you to take me,” I whispered.

  Cade rustled in the string bag and pulled out a condom, handing it to me. I had that thing unwrapped and sheathed over his cock in an instant.

  And then fast, like a viper’s strike, Cade lifted me. I clung to his chest as he eased me down onto his full length. I could already feel myself quivering around him as increment by increment, I took him. He was giving me time to adjust to his incredible size, and as I got fuller and fuller with him, I whimpered and bit my lip. Finally, I’d taken all of him.

  “Fuck.”

  I don’t know if it was Cade or I who said it. Maybe it was both of us. All I know was that I was drowning in pleasure and it was the only death I ever wanted to die.

  I threw back my head as he bounced me up and down on his throbbing cock, faster and harder and more and more desperately.

  But it wasn’t till I heard my name on his lips that I came, gasping and collapsing against his chest as waves of heat rolled across my body.

  “Cade,” I breathed dreamily against his neck as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, my breasts slick with sweat pressed against his chest. “Cade.”

  With a harsh groan he came, tightening his arms around me deliciously. Then all was still and my world was reduced to my heartbeat against his, his against mine. Hot skin against slick hot skin. Body against body, soul against soul.

  I was naked with Cade in that moment. But by that I mean that it was more than just my clothes tossed hastily to the sand catching the first soft hints of twilight. It was my fear, my apprehension, my excuses—I’d been stripped clean.

  I knew Cade could see me, every part of me, as he held me in his arms there along the shore in the cove. He whispered my name, his lips buried in my hair. But I heard him. I heard him.

  “Tessa.”

  Cade

  I parked my Volkswagen van outside of Tessa’s apartment and laid my hand on her arm as she reached to open the door. She turned back to me, her soft brown eyes finding mine. I remembered the way they looked like amber as she rode me in the sand. I would gladly, easily, eagerly be trapped inside of them.

  That’s when I came to a decision about the sex study she’d told me about. I’d been considering it since Tessa had explained it to me. Hell, I’d been fantasizing about it: someone monitoring our heart rates spiking as we unclothed each other, someone taking detailed notes about our temperatures as her nails dug into my back and as my fingers drove her to the edge with rapid pulses against her clit, someone watching as we brought each other to climax, bodies sweaty and heaving against one another.

  Now, after we’d made love, I had the memories of our time together to add to the fantasies. Her vulnerability drove me crazy, the innocence in her eyes when she looked down at me, her tits exposed, nipples hard for me, made me feel like I was losing my mind, her laugh was something I wished I could bottle and hold onto forever.

  I wanted to experience all that again, one-on-one with her, but also while someone watched.

  I’d had a threesome with a girl and another guy once, but just once. I’d enjoyed it, but hadn’t felt the burning urge to do it again. With Tessa, though, I found the idea sexy as fuck. I was really into her though. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle seeing her with other men, right in front of me, having to share her lips, her body, her everything, when I’d just experienced all that glory for myself on the beach earlier.

  But I’d seen how wild she’d gotten in my arms, I’d seen the real her, all of her, letting herself out. And I remembered what she’d said—that the sex study wasn’t just a way for her to make money, but a way for her to fulfill her own fantasies and let herself be bold and adventurous for a change. Bottom line, I wanted to help give her all that.

  If that meant participating in a sex study with her and two other guys, well, I was in. Game on. And I couldn’t deny it made me hot, imagining how it might go, Tessa riding my cock as she sucked another guy off, and a second guy stroking himself as he watched her getting fucked.

  “I want to do the sex study,” I said.

  Tessa’s eyes widened in surprise. “You do?” she asked, voice incredulous.

  I nodded again.

  She lifted an eyebrow and searched my eyes. “You’re sure? You’re okay with there being other guys there? Whe
n I don’t even now who they’ll be?”

  “I’m positive. I can even help you find the other guys. Make sure they deserve to be with you. Because you are amazing and deserve only the best, Tessa.”

  A wide, infectious grin stretched across her face and I realized making her happy made me happier than I had been in a long time.

  “So that means you’re the best, doesn’t it?” she teased.

  “All I can say is whatever I am, I’ll always try to be my best for you.”

  She stared at me, and moisture pooled in her eyes before she blinked the tears away. “You’re amazing, Cade,” she said. “Thank you for today. And thank you for wanting to do the sex study with me.” She leaned over to press an earnest kiss to my lips.

  I kissed her back passionately with one question echoing in my head: Who was this incredible, irresistible Tessa Stewart?

  I already knew there was no easy answer, but I also knew something else.

  I was going to enjoy every second we were together finding out.

  Chapter 11

  Tessa

  One down. Two to go.

  I was so thrilled Cade wanted to be part of the sex study. Not only was he an amazing man who turned me on, mentally and physically, but he was so cool he was willing to help me find the other participants for the sex study, too. It made sense, in a way. After all, he’d be in that room with the two other guys, too, so I figured he should have some input into who I picked.

  I just didn’t know if I could ever find two other guys who I wanted more than I wanted Cade. I’d had more fun with him that day on the beach than I’d ever imagined possible, and just the knowledge that I’d be spending more time with him made me weak at the knees.

  Now I was in my apartment the following weekend, facing my mirror, fluffing my hair and checking my teeth, preparing to go on my first of five dates at The Celtic Cave, thanks to Cade, who’d told me about a hybrid speed-dating service. It wasn’t your typical speed dating, where you spent five minutes each getting to know a handful of strangers while others did the same next to you. With this event, I’d had to register beforehand, the organizers had matched me up with five guys based on the information I’d provided, and I’d been instructed to meet up with each of them at The Celtic Cave. It was kind of a mix of matchmaking service and speed dating, which I’d thought was cool. I’d even told Ellis about it in case he wanted to do it. Seemed fair, since he’d shared his dating app with me.

  Ellis hadn’t seemed all that interested. Then again, he hadn’t seemed that interested when I’d told him Cade had agreed to do the sex study with me either. Of course, I’d been blushing and smiling the entire time, so I’m pretty sure Ellis had figured out that Cade and I had done a whole lot more than I was telling him. For several minutes, Ellis had just stared at me, his expression blank but his gaze intense. When I’d asked him if he was alright, he’d snapped out of it, then wished me luck.

  I slipped my phone back into my bra and headed out into the hall to punch the Down button on the elevator. When the doors opened, I looked up to see Jamie emerge from the elevator.

  I sighed and rolled my eyes.

  “Eh, there lassie,” he said. “You like my new little ditty the other night at the bar?”

  I ignored him and stepped to my left just as he stepped to his right.

  “Everyone seemed to dig it,” he said, his voice all throaty and rough and sexy. “Don’t know where the inspiration for a Sex Study Neighbor came from. Just hit me, I guess.”

  I was about to dash around him and make a flying leap inside the elevator when the doors shut.

  “Damn,” I grumbled. “Look what you made me do, you big oaf. Now I’ll need to wait five minutes for the stupid thing to come back up again.”

  “Big night out?”

  “One could say. I have a date.” I stuck my chin in the air. “Actually, I have five.”

  “Five?”

  “Is it so hard to believe I can get five dates in one night?” I sniffed.

  Jamie’s face changed from surprised to cocky as he leaned a shoulder against the wall and crossed a leg over the other.

  “Tina, maybe you can help me remember where I got the inspiration for Sex Study Neighbor from,” in his deep, sexy, Irish accented voice. “I just can’t for the life of me place it.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from engaging with him. I wanted to shove him in the chest, but it would be like trying to shove a Sequoia tree. Plus, I remembered what happened the last time I’d touched his chest, and while I shivered at the thought of him kissing me again, I refused to let him see how easily he wormed his way under my skin.

  “Do you mind not bothering me, Jamie?”

  “I don’t mind at all, Tallahassee.” He kept grinning.

  I groaned. “Come on.” I threw my hands up in the air. “That one’s not even close.” Darn it. I’d fallen into his trap. Staring at his tattooed muscles, my mind betrayed me by wondering what it would feel like to fall into his arms. I was in trouble.

  I was in serious trouble.

  “Where you goin’ on your dates?” he asked, his eyes suddenly going dark.

  “What’s it to you?”

  He shrugged and crossed his arms over his massive chest. “Promised your bestie I’d look out for you. Wanna make sure you’ll be safe.”

  I was shocked by that—Jamie and Ellis had arranged, behind my back, to look after me? I wasn’t sure if I was touched or annoyed. “You don’t need to worry. Ellis already knows I’m going to The Celtic Cave.” I realized my tone had come out snappish, so I softened and added primly, “But thank you for your concern.”

  I nearly yelped in joy when the elevator doors finally, thankfully, mercifully opened. I raced inside but couldn’t resist looking at Jamie again as the elevator doors closed. He wasn’t grinning, but his expression was thoughtful. Just as the doors closed, he winked at me.

  God, he was hot.

  Five minutes later, I was seated at the bar, dirty martini in hand (the drink seemed apropos for the occasion), and waiting for Harry, aka Date #1.

  When Harry walked in, my initial thought was not how attractive he looked in his trim blue suit, slicked back chestnut hair, and brown shoes shined and clean, but instead I thought about what Jamie would think of him. I could practically hear his disdain banging around in my head like those damn drums of his. “Lad looks like a fucking banker,” he would say. “You really wanna fuck a fucking banker, Teresa?”

  “Hi, hey, hi,” I blurted out, nearly toppling off my bar stool to grab Harry’s hand. “I’m Tessa. You must be Harry.”

  “How goes it, mate?” I heard a voice come from behind me—a deep, rough voice with a thick Irish accent.

  I turned around to glare at Jamie. My Neanderthal Neighbor had followed me to my date? Who did he think he was?

  I was about to lash out at him when I saw the confusion in Harry’s eyes.

  “Hi,” Harry said to Jamie, sticking his hand out. “I’m—”

  “I think a table opened up. Let’s go there,” I said, pointing to an empty two-top in the darkest corner of the pub and grabbing Harry’s hand. “Good to see you, neighbor,” I fake-cheerfully said to Jamie, roughly shoving my way past him, Harry in tow.

  Pushing Harry to a table in the back, I clenched my fists and forced myself to breathe before I turned around to Harry with an equally forced smile.

  “Martinis, then?”

  Harry was a pediatrician. He had a massive rescue dog named Teacup, a nonprofit that worked to provide health care for low-income families, and a timeshare in Malibu overlooking the ocean. Harry talked with his mother every day, loved to travel and had the money to do so, spoke French and Mandarin and was learning Spanish. Harry was great.

  And Jamie was fucking great on the drums.

  Even though the rest of the band wasn’t there, he’d grabbed himself a beer and bottle of whiskey and sat down at the drums still set up in the corner of the pub, and banged away as I c
hatted with Harry. The bar was nearly empty so no one seemed to mind the Irishman’s incessant banging on the drums. No one except me, that is.

  But as I nodded along, straining to pay attention to Harry’s epic stories and not to Jamie’s drumming, I couldn’t help but thinking that Harry was broccoli.

  He was good for me and healthy and could probably help me (like literally, I probably needed a multivitamin or three given my ramen diet).

  And as the pounding of the drums made ripples in Harry’s untouched vodka in his martini glass, I also couldn’t help but think about Jamie and his kisses.

  I watched Harry, studying his lips as they moved on and on. And on. This date needed to either get started or end soon. The big question still loomed over me: would Harry be an appropriate participant in the sex study? Would he turn me on? Lord knows, I’d need that arousal if I was to have penises hither and yon. Grabbing my martini glass (second of the night), I tipped it back and finished it off, coughing at the burn as it slipped down my throat.

  “... and all I can say is that it was such an honor to work with those orph—”

  “Kiss me.”

  When I spoke, I’d caught Harry with his mouth open and he kept it open as he tilted his head to the side in confusion.

  “Kiss you?” he finally asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding, more to convince myself than him. “Yeah, I want you to kiss me.”

  Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Um, okay then.”

  He shifted his chair so he could get closer to me, then placed his hand along the side of my face. “Okay then,” he said again as he leaned in for the kiss.

  His lips were against mine and then they weren’t and he was moving back to his side of the table, immediately launching into yet another story about how he helped the downtrodden. My mind drowned him out as I touched my lips.

  There was no spark of electricity, no buzzing current just beneath the surface, no tingle whatsoever. Harry wasn’t for me.