Twisted Truth

Chapter Five

ADDIE

Is this really about to happen? Do I want it to happen? Yes, I do want it to happen, like really want it to happen. I think the sexual chemistry has been there from the first meeting. It lingers in the back of my mind that I don't really know much about him but he doesn't really know me either so at least it's an even playing field. Also, I really don't mind fucking a stranger at least I know his name -please don't let him be a serial killer.

Oh stop it Addie! Why would he be a serial killer? The man bought you breakfast and had every opportunity when you were passed out like the mess you really are. That's it, must be the hangover anxiety kicking in. Or the fact that you haven't had sex in what feels like an eternity and now you have a 6ft4 God away to hopefully fuck you senseless.

I swear is it sane for me to have a complete conversation with my own brain? Probably not but hopefully by now we have come to the realisation that I, Adaline Webster is not a sane person. My conversation with myself is cut short by the sound of Rocco walking into the room.

Rocco is looking at me as if he is a starved man and I'm the last meal on earth. 

Bloody hell!

 I should not feel this worked up by just a look. My whole body is on fire from anticipation and I'm sure Rocco can hear my heart beating from across the room.

"Strip for me spitfire." His command low, so low I almost didn't hear him properly.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't make me repeat myself." He stalks towards me stopping just infront of my body before whispering,

"I said strip."

How has this man not even touched me yet and I'm on fire. Smirking slightly I look up at him before slowly pealing off my top leaving me in just my red lace bra. If the man wants a show, he'll get one.

I turn away from him before hooking my fingers underneath the waist band of my leggings bending right the way down as I push them off my legs. Making sure I let him have a good view of my arse. Now standing in the middle of Rocco Rodriguez' bedroom in nothing but my red lace lingerie. My skin is on fire and I'm so turned on it hurts. 

His intake of breath and the growing bulge in his trousers has me beaming. Good, he feels the same way I do.

"Doesn't my spitfire look sinful all-in red." The tone of his voice has lower even further into somewhat of a purr, slaking towards me as if I'm his prey. Lifting his hand, he drags a single finger down the front of my body until he reaches my panties leaving a trail of heat as he goes.

"What do you want me to do spitfire? Hm tell me." His hand teasing at the top of my panties, not daring to go any further.

"I want you." I almost moan as he cups my center, groaning himself as he feels just how wet I am.

"So wet and I've barely touched you." He whispers in my ear before trailing kissing from my ear, down to the base of my neck sucking and biting as he goes. I can't take the teasing much more so I grab the back of his neck and force his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. Our tongues battling for dominance as I work in taking off his clothes, feeling that his heart is beating just as fast as mine.

We make our way to the edge of the bed when Rocco pushes me slightly encouraging me to lay down. I lay there sprawled out on his bed panting heavily,

"I don't think it's fair that you have so many clothes on." I almost moan feeling far too hot and pent up.

"Do you want them off?" I nod my head, grinning when he starts taking off his clothing piece by piece. Fuck, this man is a work of art. Perfectly in shape with tattoos adoring near enough the whole of his chest, arms and legs. The man looks like a feast. Once he is stripped down to his boxers, which are so tight I can see every small detail of his erection he crawls up my body slotting into the space between my legs. His bulge rubs against my core as he does so, making me moan at the contact.