Daniel took his fingers out of Addison's dripping pussy and unzipped his jeans. In one smooth movement he pushed her legs back and entered her. Addison screamed against his hand, arching her body up against his. She shook her head frantically, her blank eyes blazing up at him. He grinned down at her.
"Don't worry," he said gruffly. "I locked it. Maestro's bitch can't get in.”
With a hand still over her mouth, her pulled her closer onto his cock, impaling her further and causing her to gasp. She held on tightly as he began pounding into her. He ignored the insistent knocking and rattling of the doorknob and drove into Addison as though they hadn’t been having crazy, mind-blowing sex every night since getting back together the week before.
Addison breathed heavily through her nose, dizzy but elated as he drove her higher and higher. He shoved the fabric of her heavy skirt impatiently out of the way and attacked her clit so ferociously she again screamed against his hand and tried to close her legs.
“Bad girl,” he said and slapped the top of her pussy, drawing another muffled cry.
“Open!” he snapped.
Addison whimpered but did as he commanded, knowing it would end well for her. No matter what he dished out, how far he pushed her, he always gave her a happy ending. With shaking legs, she opened for him, exposing her most vulnerable flesh.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” he whispered raggedly, as though the words were torn from him.
She knew there weren’t any lights on in the room, because she could see nothing but shadows, but she did as he wanted. He could see her no more than she could see him. She understood though. In his twisted way, he wanted them to see each other the same as they fucked there on the floor. Both beautiful and damaged in their own way.
“Scream for me.”
He pinched her clit so hard she saw streaks of light in her vision. It was everything she could do to keep her legs open. She knew he would retaliate if she closed them. She screamed for him, just as he demanded, and she came so hard her pussy gushed fluid around his cock and onto the back of her beautiful velvet dress.
He grunted in satisfaction as she sheathed him like a vice, spasming around his penis and forcing him to come right along with her. He fell forward with the force of his orgasm, planting a fist next to her head. He dropped his face next to hers and rubbed his rough beard against her cheek. She inhaled his wonderful, masculine scent deep into her lungs.
“Ah, Addison,” he said softly.
Her heart nearly stopped. He had never spoken to her in that tone of voice. It sounded affectionate? She hardly dared to breath, let alone move.
Then she became aware of the nasty feeling of a cut along the back of her shoulder and what felt like a trickle of blood. Damn. While the idea of having sex on a bed of roses after a moving symphony performance was deeply romantic, the reality left something to be desired.
“Time to go,” Daniel announced, rolling off of Addison.
She breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively crawled out of the crushed pile of roses. Daniel reached down and helped her up. She winced as he accidentally touched another scratch on her arm.
“What is it?” he asked.
“The roses, I think.”
“Watch your eyes, I’m going to turn on the lights.”
Addison shielded her eyes. Brightness filled the room. While Addison let her eyes adjust, Daniel inspected her skin for damage and adjusted her clothes. He reached out for something and then she felt the enveloping warmth of her evening coat draping her.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
He sighed heavily, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. I was jealous when the Maestro kissed you. Turned on too. Never thought the fucking cello could turn me into a teenager with a hard on. Need to learn better control around you.”
Addison nearly laughed out loud before she thought better of it. She reached out and felt her way along his arm until she was able to take hold of his hand. It was much larger than hers except for her long fingers that came closer to matching the blunt length of his. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist.
“Hey,” she said softly. “You didn’t hurt me. I loved every second of it. I always love having sex with you, it’s the one thing we can do right together. Even the bed of roses was kind of a cool touch.”
He chuckled and reached out to pluck what must have been a stray flower from her tangled hair. She froze and held her breath. In all the months she had known him she’d never really heard him laugh, not in a relaxed way. It didn’t sound quite right. Almost like a rusty recording of a time long gone. It was precious to her though.
She squeezed his arm to her breasts and held him tightly for a second.
“Can we go home?” she asked him.
“Thought I was going to have to insist,” he replied, sounding somewhat surprised. “Thought the boss wanted you to schmooze, or pimp or whatever his star musician has to do.”
Addison shrugged. “Yeah, it’s in my contract, and if anybody asks, I was totally out there pimping my ass off for at least half an hour after the show. I’m sure Claudia will vouch for me. I have a few friends on the orchestra that owe me favours too. Let’s go home.”
