Addiction

44 || French

"Oh my God-"

Morning sex is something else.

"Hayden, fuck-" Chase keeps thrusting inside me, fastening his pace. I am straddling him on his bed and my back is pressed against his front. He is devouring my neck leaving his marks all over it.

He keeps hitting my G-spot making my screams echo in the whole room. Thank God, Alex is out of town. This is too overwhelming. I fly my head back resting it on his shoulder and he leans closer to my face to kiss my lips. His strong arm is wrapped around my stomach making sure that I won't move.

"I hate you-" I pinch my eyes shut when I feel him hitting my spot again. It's too much right now.

"You don't, angel." He never lowers his pace.

I actually do hate him, that's why I end up saying that a lot when we have sex, I am the most vulnerable then. I hate him because I don't want this to end, us, and I feel it that at some point he will leave me, finding his next fuck buddy. He is already acting weirdly, disappearing for days or getting lost while I am talking to him. I am scared of the day that he will because I won't take it well even though I knew what we were from the beginning. I was cool back then because I didn't know I had feelings for him, and damn it they are strong.

"I could do this all day long." He says in a low voice, grazing my earlobe with his teeth. I raise my arm wrapping it around his neck from behind, it makes my boobs look nicer, that's why I did it "Of course you could, you're obsessed with sex."

"But I don't want it if it isn't with you."

Good.

"Oh fuck, this is too much, I can't-" I pinch my eyes shut. Once he hears me, he grabs my face making me look at him over my shoulder.

Jesus Christ, he is so damn beautiful. The way the green in his eyes glistens from the morning light that gets in the room, while they are focused on me, is making me come closer to my climax "You fucking can, angel. We both know it." He smashes his lips to mine for a bruising kiss and I close my eyes again devouring this moment.

The pleasure is insane.

Then, my phone starts ringing.

"Don't you dare answer it." He warns me and I nod my head repeatedly. With every thrust, I reach cloud nine.

This is fucking euphoria.

I cry out his name breathless.

My phone doesn't stop ringing and it's getting annoying "I have to answer it."

"No, you don't." He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip as punishment.

And when it finally stops for a few seconds, it starts again "Miller, give me my phone. They won't stop calling." He groans against my shoulder and he grabs it from the nightstand reluctantly.

I accept the call without looking who is it "Yes?" I answer out of breath.

"Audrey, why don't you answer your phone?" My mother sounds already mad.

Oh shit-

"I did." I struggle to answer given the fact that Miller doesn't stop moving inside me.

"Why are you out of breath?"

"I am out for a morning run, that's why I wasn't answering."

"Since when do you run?" She asks suspiciously.

"I have to, I gained some weight when I was home for the holidays, gotta be a model, remember?" That's true, actually. I ate a lot back in New York. I just choose another way to stay fit.