The Studio

6. The Sting of Addiction

I love sex and who wouldn’t? Of late that’s all I’ve been getting; hot, sweltering, oh-I’m gonna-faint-from-pleasure sex. Carlos was willfully supplying the goods. I was starting to really feel like a slave for him. Anything he asked me to do was done with out hesitation and with satisfaction. I’ve already lost track of how many times we fucked and I guess that was a bad thing. When I turned to my side in my bed that night, I realized then that maybe it was really unhealthy to have this relationship with him.

    As if on cue, my cell phone rang off and I jumped from the sudden interruption. I turned back to the night stand and reached for the persistent little phone. Seeing the number on my caller ID made me flip it open with haste.

“Hey…” I said in a hushed voice; my heart suddenly thumping like mad in my chest. I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling as he spoke.

“Hey beautiful. I want to see you…now.” He said in a deep, sultry voice that left my eyes closing to imagine his soft pink lips turned up in a smirk.

Grinning, I said, “Well…it’s two in the morning…and I’m in bed-”

“So? I still want to see you.” He stated and I had to bite down on a giggle that was squirming in my gut.

“Well…ok. When can you get here?” I asked, rolling out of bed and heading for the closet.

“I’m already here. Come outside.” I stopped suddenly in disbelief and asked him if he was serious.

“Of course I am. Come outside baby…”

I dressed quickly; a denim skirt and a T was all that I needed, ok and maybe some flip flops. I grabbed my coat and snuck down the hall way. Listening at my parents’ door, I heard the loud snores of my father and knew it was safe.

    Eventually I got outside, and saw his car parked boldly in front of my yard. It was heavily tinted and ran very silently. You’d have to listen real hard to tell that it’s on. I stepped into the air conditioned car and saw his eyes move from my legs to meet my eyes. I had to take a deep breath before I could speak.

“You’re up late…” I said teased.

“So are you. I was afraid you might not have answered your phone. Well if you didn’t I’d just have to sneak in and wake you by force…”

“Then my dad would’ve beaten you to a pulp.” I chuckled.

“He’d never know. I’d gag your pretty little mouth with something hard.”

 He squeezed that hardness between his legs and gave me that crooked grin that I found to be so sexy. I could only laugh and try to fight that heat growing between my legs. Just like that and the battle had teed. We pulled away from my house and indulged ourselves in wicked conversation.

   He stopped in a dark parking area by the beach and the sounds of the ocean flooded into the car despite the windows being up. It was a relaxing sound, but I could never relax when I’m around Carlos. I most definitely couldn’t relax with his hand moving up and down my thigh. His skin on mine felt so right, but then I heard that irritating voice at the back of my head again. It was screaming to me that what I was doing could never be seen as right. I tuned it out and watched his palm move higher up my thigh. He shifted in his seat and pulled me closer to him. Our lips met in a wave of hunger that could never be satisfied. He tasted sweet and delicious and I had to moan from the affect. I felt his left hand pulling my right thigh and the next I knew, I was straddling him. Cupping his face in my hands, I devoured those lips and grinded my hips hard against his groin. He pulled away only to push the seat back away from the wheel and then his lips were back on mine again. He lifted the rest of my skirt from over my ass and I bit his lip when I felt his hard grip on my ass. His breath was warm and delicious on my neck as I licked and nibbled at his ear lobe. Carlos tasted so good! I wanted more. He groaned and pulled my head back. I stared down at his confused expression and from it I got one of my own.