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“Shit!” I jerk the pot off, but I know it’s too late.
Addie chuckles from next to me. “Might make the rice taste better.”
I exhale heavily that feels thick and suffocating through the mask. I hate the damn thing, but I know it won’t be for much longer.
After supper, I take Addie’s hand and lead her out onto the back patio. She fidgets slightly getting her flip flops on, but she follows me through the night, along the curving cobblestone path. Dusk is thick, a heavy navy barely held at bay by the elegant lampposts guiding us to a bubbling fountain at the heart of the garden.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Addie says, sucking in a breath. “It reminds me of home.”
Home’s better,I want to tell her.
Home is a wild sea of forest we explored for hours as children. Home is our lake where I taught her how to swim, how to row a boat. Home is her room across from mine, her seat across from mine at the table, her place on the love seat next to me.
This is nothing like home.
But I take her to the wooden bench tucked between two bushes and I sit. I pull Addie around and down over my erection. Her walls encompass me greedily as she takes me to the hilt and reclines her back against my chest.
“Feet up,” I instruct.
She kicks her sandals off and anchors her heels into the edges of the bench on either side of my knees. Her knees part without prompting to allow my hand between them.
I grin into the side of her face at her anticipation. “I’m not letting you cum, dimples. You’re going to fuck my cock until I fill your hole, but you are going to wait. You’re just my little cum dump.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder with a groan of pleasure and desperation. Her cunt squeezes me, the walls soaked.
I finger the exposed bundle of nerves bared for the world. I flick it quick and steady, enjoying her writhing.
“Whose face do you want here?” I coax into her ear.
“What?” she pants.
I roll her clit under my thumb. “Licking your pussy while I fuck you. Whose face?”
“Atticus.”
“Who else, dimples? Who do you want in your mouth when I’m pounding in your ass?” I add pressure to my fingers and Addie bucks with a gasp. “Who do you want licking your cunt after I’ve kept you face down on our bed, ass up all day just to pump my cum in you over and over again? Whose face do you want to squat over and drip into his mouth—”
“Atticus!” With a panicked cry, Addie cums.
I realize a little too late I went too far. It’s my fault. I lost myself in the fantasy.
“Well, that’s unfortunate,” I say when Addie slumps against my chest, wheezing. “I had hours of torture planned for you.”
Addie laughs incredulously. “Hours?”
I’m back at her clit, teasing all over again. “Hours.”
We take a shower. Mainly she does. I keep the mask on. It’s horrible. Uncomfortable and distracting, and it’s fucking sweaty as fuck, but a necessary evil.
When I carry her to bed, I spread her perfectly, beautifully across the center of the mattress. I pull the tethers out and position her arms straight over her head. Her legs I hook under the knees and pull back to the headboard so her every hole is exposed and available. Spread open and wet, completely at my mercy.
Her body, my forbidden playground.
And, God, I’m barely keeping it together. I’m kneeling over the buffet being offered to me, my mouth is watering.
“Tell me what you want.” I circle her hole with the tip of a finger. I push in to one knuckle before pulling up and around her clit. “Tell me how you want me to play with her.”
Addie lowers her gaze to my cock and the shameless way she licks her lips makes me chuckle.
