After we collapsed onto the bed in a tangled heap of arms and legs, Addison tore her mouth away from mine. “Condom?” she questioned breathlessly.
I ripped open her pajama top before dipping my head to nuzzle her tits. God, they were even more gorgeous than I’d expected, full globes of firm perfection. “Aren’t you on the pill?” I questioned against one of her breasts.
She shook her head. “Stopped getting shots when my ex and I broke up. No insurance for a while,” she panted out.
“Damn,” I grumbled as I reluctantly unhanded her breast. I rocked back onto my knees before hopping off the bed. “Way to kill the mood.”
Addison rolled over on her stomach and propped her head up on her arm. “Newsflash, ace: even if I was on the pill, I wouldn’t dare let you ride bareback without being tested considering the number of women you’ve been with.”
I smirked at her. “While I should find that insulting, I'll take it as a compliment."
“I would expect nothing less,” she replied with a grin.
I snatched my wallet off the nightstand and eyed the remaining two condoms, not having imagined they would be coming out of retirement so soon. I ripped open the wrapper before tossing it to the floor. With one hand, I jerked my briefs down, sending the Bear officially out of hibernation.
At Addison’s gasp, I met her somewhat bewildered gaze. After blinking a few times, she swallowed hard. When her eyes trailed from the Bear up to mine, she gave me a shy smile. “The camera doesn’t do it justice.”
I threw my head back with a laugh at both her comment and the fact that she had googled my dick pics. “I’m glad you think so.” After sweeping the condom on, I placed my palms and knees back on the bed and crawled over to her.
“Are you ready for the Bear to ravage your cave?”
Addison rolled her eyes. “If you say anything remotely like that again, my alleged cave will be permanently closed to you.”
Smirking at her, I slid one of my hands over her buttocks and between her legs. She gasped at the contact. “Your cave might have other ideas.”
With a grunt of both irritation and frustration, she flipped over onto her back. “For the love of all that’s holy, just shut up and fuck me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I replied as I climbed on top of her. Addison widened her legs obligingly, and I settled between them. Taking the Bear in my hand, I guided him toward her. I began rubbing the length against her slit, circling her clit with the head.
Addison’s hands came to grip my shoulders. “Now, Barrett. Please.”
Slowly, I eased inside her slick walls. When I was halfway, I glanced down to gauge her reaction. At what must’ve been my overly concerned expression, she giggled. “Keep going. You’re not about to tear me in half.”
I laughed. “I’m glad to hear that.”
When I was buried fully inside her, we both moaned. Damn, it felt so fucking good being inside a woman again. It had been too long—multiple months too long—but being inside Addison felt different, and I wasn’t talking about the fact that she was ultra-tight after going without for a while.
My hips remained motionless as I stared into Addison’s eyes. What I saw in them momentarily scared the shit out of me. It was something I’d never seen in any other woman’s eyes: connection. A truly emotional connection. One that transcended the physicality of the moment. But the look wasn’t just in Addison’s eyes; it was being reflected back at me from my own. Although I hated to admit it, I really liked the feeling. I liked it almost as much as being buried balls deep inside Addison.
“Are you okay?” I croaked out.
Addison slid one of her hands down my back to cup my ass cheek while the other came up to touch my face. “I’m more than okay.”
I eased slowly out of Addison before plunging back inside. Thankfully, she shrieked with pleasure, not pain. I then took up a punishing rhythm. With every thrust, I went deeper than before. God, it felt good, maybe better than it ever had before.
I flipped us over so that Addison was riding me. My hands came to grip her buttocks to rock her harder on and off of me, and the friction felt out of this fucking world. One hand snaked up her abdomen to pinch and tease one of her hardened nipples while the other went between her legs to massage her clit. "Holy shit!" she shrieked, which had me increasing my pace.
"That's it, babe. Take it," I growled. Digging my heels into the mattress, I began raising my hips to meet hers, pounding in and out of her. We both began to breathe heavier. Two of my favorite sex sounds filled the room: the slapping of skin and pants of pleasure. It was even better because it was Addison’s skin and Addison’s pants. It was better because of her, and I wanted nothing more than to give her my everything.
ADDISON
“Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!” I screamed as my walls convulsed around Barrett. I came so hard it felt like a locomotive was charging through my abdomen. The muscles in my thighs trembled, and my arms felt rubbery. After I collapsed onto Barrett's chest, he continued pumping his hips furiously until he gave a loud groan of pleasure and came as well.
Rolling off of him, I flopped onto my back on the mattress. While I worked to regulate my breathing, I swept the sweat-soaked strands of hair out of my face. Meanwhile, my vagina was still recovering from the massive orgasmic quake with tiny aftershocks. I'm pretty sure if it could have lit up a cigarette, it would have. It felt that good.
When I cut my gaze over to Barrett, his dazed expression took me somewhat off guard. After all, he was a known sex god. I would have assumed what I had just experienced was probably everyday stuff to him, but apparently not.
I cleared my throat. “So…”
His head slowly turned on the pillow to stare at me. “That was…”
I giggled. “Yeah, it was.”
A sexy grin spread across Barrett’s face. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Had what?”
“The ability to fuck me senseless.”
With a laugh, I replied, “I guess all those sexless months of pent-up desire count for something.”
“If I’d known sex after abstinence would be so amazing, I would have gone without more often.”
“Ha! I doubt that very seriously.”
Barrett winked at me. “You’re probably right. Even after all that time, the sex between us could have turned out to be a dud instead of being explosive.”
His over-the-top descriptions of our sex kept my ego on cloud nine, but even as I languished in post-coital bliss, I couldn’t ignore the questions swirling in my mind. “Barrett, what happens now?"
"Another round?"
I laughed. "Although tempting, that's not what I meant."
"Well, I'm serious. Give the Bear a few minutes of hibernation, and he'll be raring to go."
After smacking Barrett's bicep, I turned over on my side to face him. "I meant, what happens now that we've had sex?"
“Like with our engagement?”
“Yeah. I mean, do we go back to the way we were until Election Day, or do we keep having sex?”
He snorted. “You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m going back to celibacy after that mind-blowing fucking.”
“You thought it was mind-blowing?”
“Hell yes.”
My ego, which had been bruised and battered by Walt’s cheating, did a little victory dance. “It was pretty amazing.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m just worried, that’s all.”
“Worried I’ll end up breaking your vagina?”
I laughed. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Hmm, you’re worried you’ll be too tired from our sexathons to keep up your campaign duties?”
“Would you please be serious?”
Barrett sighed. “You’re alluding to how sex complicates stuff.”
I nodded. “We have such a great thing going, and I don’t want to mess it up.”
“Why don’t we just take each day one at a
time?”
“Or each fuck one at a time?” I countered.
He chuckled. “That’s one way to look at it.”
Every rational thought in my mind told me that continuing to have sex with Barrett wasn’t a good idea, but in the end, I understood what it was like for a man to think with his penis because I totally let my vagina make the final decision.
“Okay. We’ll take it one day at a time.”
“Can we enforce that ideology tomorrow? The Bear is ready to go again.”
I glanced down to see Barrett’s erection already at half-mast and grinned. Yeah, there was no way on earth I would be denying myself more of that. I might’ve just had two amazing orgasms, but my lady parts were feeling greedy and craved even more. They were ready to binge on the Bear. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”
“Thank God.”
“I suppose we better get the Bear fully operational,” I mused as I took his cock in my hand and pumped up and down his shaft. When I licked my lips, Barrett’s eyes flared. “Lie back. I’ll take care of this.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Barrett’s head fell back against the pillow. As I started kissing my way down his chest, my lips slid across a small raised mark over his left pec. I couldn’t help pausing to look at it. “Is this from one of your surgeries?”
“Actually, I got that one in a gang fight.”
“Ha, very funny.”
He grinned. “Yes, it’s from my last heart surgery.”
“How old were you?”
“Two.”
“You haven’t had to have any more surgeries?”
“Nope. They managed to fix the ol’ ticker then, or at least the damaged valve.”
“Damaged,” I murmured. I couldn’t help fixating on that word, both the physical and emotional meaning.
“What about it?”
“I was just thinking it was a little ironic you had a damaged heart.”
“And why is that, Miss Alanis Morrisette?”
“I guess I was just thinking it’s a little ironic you’ve never been able to love a woman before and you have a damaged heart.”
“Come on, you don’t actually believe there’s a correlation, do you?”
“I just said I found it ironic. Obviously, it’s more symbolic since anatomically, the actual heart does not control our ability to love.”
Barrett groaned and threw an arm over his head. “Would you please hold off on the psychoanalyzing me and suck my cock?”
I laughed. “Fine, fine.” I quickly kissed and licked the rest of the way down his chest and abdomen. When I slid the tip of the Bear in my mouth, Barrett’s hips bucked forward. I took my time sucking and licking the head then began to lick my way down his shaft. Barrett’s hands gripped the sheets. “Please, babe.”
“I do so love to hear you beg,” I said, throwing back his line from earlier.
He sucked in a breath. “I’ll say or do anything you want as long as you suck my cock.”
I winked at him. “Your wish is my command.” I then sucked him into my mouth, taking in half of the Bear. A satisfied grunt came from his lips as my head began bobbing up and down, alternating between suctioning light and hard. While my mouth dominated his cock, my hands cupped and caressed his balls.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he panted. His moans and pants of pleasure fueled me on, taking him deeper and deeper. His hips began pumping up and down on the bed. “Fuck. I’m getting close,” he rasped.
Although I was fine with him coming, Barrett pushed me away. “I want to save it for inside you,” he explained.
“Works for me,” I replied with a grin.
As he fumbled on the nightstand for another condom, I asked, “How do you want me?”
“Let’s get that fabulous ass of yours up in the air.”
I rose up on my knees before leaning forward to place my palms on the mattress. As I swayed my hips provocatively, I threw a glance at him over my shoulder. “How’s this?”
“Good. Very, very good.”
The mattress dipped as Barrett got back in bed. His hands came to the back of my thighs, pushing my legs apart, and instead of sliding the Bear inside me, I felt the warmth of his wet tongue against my clit. “Oh God!” I cried as my head dipped down. His hands caressed my buttocks as his mouth pressed against me.
Just when I was about to come, Barrett replaced his tongue with the Bear. We both moaned with pleasure at the joining of our bodies, and Barrett’s hands then came to my hips. With each thrust, he pulled me harder against him, going deeper and deeper. I seriously began to wonder if I would be able to walk in the morning. Considering how good it felt, I stopped caring about walking ever again.
When I kept getting closer and closer but still hadn’t come, Barrett slid one of his hands off my hips and between my legs. He began stroking me, alternating between pinching and rubbing my clit. The added friction was enough to send me over the edge. “Yes, yes, oh yes!” I cried, my eyes squeezing shut with pleasure.
Barrett continued pounding into me for a few minutes until he tensed and came with a shout. He lay with his chest against my back, panting to catch his breath. “Fuck me,” he muttered.
“You sure did,” I teased.
He chuckled. “I didn’t think it could be as good this time…”
“But it was.”
“Hell yeah it was.” Barrett eased out of me before removing the condom and tossing it in the trash. I flopped over onto my back, bringing my hand up to push the hair out of my face.
When Barrett returned to the bed, he covered us up. “We better get some sleep.”
“Not to mention, if we don’t stop now, I’m not going to be able to walk in the morning.”
Barrett grinned. “The Bear and I appreciate the compliments.”
I fluffed my pillow before rolling on my side. “You both are egomaniacs.”
“Yes, yes we are.”
“Goodnight, egomaniacs,” I said as I closed my eyes.
With a chuckle, Barrett replied, “Goodnight.”
My eyes popped wide open when Barrett spooned up next to me. At what must’ve been my body tensing in surprise, he asked, “Is this not okay?”
“No, no, it’s fine.” I threw a glance at him over my shoulder. “I just didn’t take you for someone who spooned.”
“There you go making assumptions again.”
“I stand corrected.”
“You want to know what one of the best things is about our time together these last few months?”
“What?”
“The fact that you’ve been able to see how very wrong you were about me.”
Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Yes, I have, but don’t start gloating or I’ll change my mind.”
He laughed. “Goodnight Addison.”
“Goodnight Barrett.”
BARRETT
Addison Monroe was a sex goddess, an out-of-this-world, knock-your-socks-off, sex goddess—and I wasn’t just saying that because I’d been stuck in the seventh ring of abstinence hell for the last several months with only my hand to sustain me. I was saying that because I’d been with enough women to know what I was talking about.
I’d been quick to initiate Addison into my appreciation of sex outside the box. We’d christened the bathrooms on the Niña, Pinta, and Santa María, and I’d taken her doggy style on the jet’s couch then she’d ridden me reverse cowgirl in one of the captain’s chairs. Although I was ready to sneak some quickies in during campaign events, Addison balked at the idea.
Our scorching summer sexathons melted into fall. As Dad’s leads in the polls gained momentum, my feelings for Addison continued to grow. They transcended the physical into something much, much deeper. I was completely falling in love with her, even though I wasn’t really sure I knew what that was, but I didn’t know how to tell her. At the same time, I didn’t know if I should. I didn’t want to risk what we already had. For the life of me, I couldn’t begin to read her, so I sure as hell couldn’t a
fford to get it wrong. The one thing I was certain of was that I didn’t want us to end. What we had was beyond what I’d ever known to be possible with a woman, and sometimes I even swore I’d seen her look at me the same as Mom looked at Dad—adoringly, with love.
With two weeks to go until Election Day, Addison and I found ourselves at rallies in southern California. After a full day of speeches and hand shaking, we’d headed out to Napa to stay the night at the estate of one of Dad’s old buddies from Yale. Although Addison and I would have loved nothing more than to just crash, Lucas and his wife, Elaine, were throwing a huge dinner party for us. Cue having to break out the formal wear again.
While waiting to be called into the dining room for dinner, Addison and I mingled around the front hall, exchanging the same boring small talk with people. She looked gorgeous as usual in a glittering silver dress. Considering the low neckline of the dress, I owed Everett a thank you note. As I snuck peek after peek of Addison’s peaks, the Bear began growing restless.
Unable to restrain myself, I led Addison over to a private corner. Leaning over, I whispered into her ear, “I really want to fuck you right now.”
The champagne Addison had just sipped went spewing from her lips. While dabbing her mouth—which I would have loved to have wrapped around the Bear—she shot me a murderous look. “We’re in public,” she hissed.
“I know, that’s what makes it so much hotter.”
As she glanced around, I could tell the wheels were turning in her head. “You want us to go back upstairs before dinner?”
“No. I want to take you into one of the empty rooms and fuck you up against the wall, or maybe take you from behind while you’re bent over a couch.”
Addison’s eyes bulged. “But someone could catch us,” she protested.
I snorted. “I should have known you would be too much of a goody two-shoes to have sex in public.”
“Is that something you’re used to doing? Like with other women?”