First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 16

ADDISON

The asshole is laughing!

Aaron Diaz is laughing at me!

He's been full-on laughing with tears in his eyes and pain in his stomach for almost 10 minutes now.

Even when he's acting like an ass, I can't help but look at him. Admire him. The dimple in sight, his whole face is lighting up and his laugh sounds so good. I wish he laughed like that more. He feels free, unguarded, unjaded.

He is remarkable like that.

Looking and listening to him laugh is so captivating and magnetic. Anything he does captures my attention and pulls me in deeper actually.

Every look he gives me, every encouragement he spoke into my ear while fucking me. Every kiss and every bite. His masculine, woody scent that I can't get rid of. The way he sounded calling me a whore.

His growls and hisses. The way he kept pushing his hardened cock into me, before putting his fingers in me, and giving me the best orgasm of my life.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, I couldn't forget all the feelings I felt from his touch and his breath on my skin.

I never begged for anything in my life,but I would've begged again for him to fuck me, I wanted him, I still do, even more now.

I have never felt like this with any of my previous boyfriends, only with my mystery man. But that compared to what he did to me, how he made me feel...is nothing.

I saw the stars above us while he fucked me, and when the orgasm hit me, I saw them even with my eyes closed. I couldn't get him out of my head.

Every time I saw him at work or around the house, I pictured him sucking his fingers off, tasting me. I just couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't look at him without getting aroused.

But believe me. Right now, I am definitely not aroused. He is still laughing! God, maybe Scar is right, all men are cockholes.

"Stop laughing at me!"

He stops laughing. His face falls flat and he takes a few steps towards me. He looks...hurt? Surprised?

"I would never laugh at you, doctor." Huh...that sounded familiar. The way he said it...makes it almost feel like I'm having deja-vu.

"You just did."

"No, I just really liked you saying Finger-fucked me, and I also liked you being angry at me. It was...sexy."

He winks at me and smirks, which definitely sends a blush to my cheeks, "There is a whole other side to you doctor, huh?"

"See you're flirting and joking again. You're not taking this seriously, Diaz!"

I start to turn and run away from him again, but he stops me by grabbing my wrist.

"Wait." I try to let go of his hold, but he tightens it. "Please."

I stop and look at him. I find him smiling a small smile at me. God, those small smiles with that dimple.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh that much. But really I liked hearing you say-"

"Okay! I got that." We need to stop saying finger fuck me.

His chuckle is low. "And I am sorry for being a closed off...well, asshole, who turns everything into a joke."

I look at him and actually find him being sincere. He smooths his thumb over the inside of my wrist and hand.

I shiver from the contact and the air around us becomes electrified with tension. Heat from his body dances on my skin as he gets closer.

"I'll talk to you."

I don't respond, because I'm not sure if I believe him. Maybe he'll give me small things here and there, but he'll stop again when he has a difficult moment or a bad day.

"I'll talk now, doctor. Come with me."

He takes my hand and leads us to the elevator.