Page 41 of Change My Mind
I kept a steady pace as I fucked her through her orgasm, trying to hold off on coming myself. After a solid minute of her clenching and pulsing around me, Addie went lax, and I stopped thrusting into her.
Addie lifted herself and wrangled a groan out of me as the angle changed again, and I became acutely aware of just how desperate I was to come. She moved one of my hands from her thigh and brought it to her non-pierced breast before she planted both her hands on my chest and started riding me in earnest.
I teased her nipple with my fingers and let the sounds of her moans and the feel of her moving on top of me bring me closer. My eyes scrunched close.
“You gonna come for me, Eli?”
It was that question in her honeyed, yet husky tone that finally did it. My orgasm tore through me, and she kept me pinned to the bed underneath her as she sat flush against my hips while I pulsed inside her. She removed one of her hands from my chest and reached behind her to fondle my balls, which brought a second wave of pleasure.
When it all became too much, I tapped her hip. She released my balls as I held onto the base of the condom, and she lifted off me, collapsing onto the bed.
We both lay there, breathing heavily, staring up at the ceiling.
Addie broke the silence. “I think I might be broken.”
“What?” There was no keeping the worry out of my voice. I raised up on my elbows.
She turned to look at me, her eyes glowing in the sunshine. Her chest was flushed and damp. A smile on her face. “No, no. I’m fine, really. But also, I jokingly might be broken.”
Relief flooded through me, and I fell onto my back. “Oh, okay. Good. And same, actually.”
We both laughed, tapering out as we both seemed to realise at the same time that we were now lying next to each other, naked and a little bit sticky.
Once again, it was Addie who broke first, climbing off the bed and walking over to pick her bra off the floor. She bent down, and I caught one last glimpse of her swollen and well-fucked cunt before she straightened up and turned to look at me.
“Um, thanks for that. It was good. Fun. Congrats on your whole situation.” She flicked her gaze down to my still condom-covered dick, and I huffed out a laugh.
“You’re welcome, I guess. And also, thanks,” I said.
Addie waited for one more beat and then disappeared down the hall.
Disappointment blanketed me.
Deep down, when I had said the words ‘just once’ in that aisle, looking at rugs, I knew I was full of shit. It wasn’t possible for me to get Addie out of my system. She had been in my veins distantly for years.
And now she was someone I considered a friend.
And the woman I lived with.
We had probably just completely fucked things because there was no going back to what things were like before we discovered what the other one felt like in the most intimate of ways.
Twenty-Six
ADDIE
Throwing the sole item of clothing I had managed to reclaim en route to my own room in a corner, I flopped face-first onto my bed with a groan.
Having sex with Eli was not the smart thing to do.
Did it feel good to do something about the sexual tension? Yes.
But that was the problem.
It felttoo good.
The kind of good that had the potential to complicate things.
I rolled onto my back and reached under my pillow for my sleep T-shirt. As I pulled it on, I listened out for signs of Eli having left his room. I didn’t want to deal with him while the look on his face when he came was still fresh in my mind. I needed to get my phone.
