Fantastic Fantasies
This time Addison stands in the lobby of her own hotel room, waiting for the blonde to arrive. It's ten to eight, and Addison is taking deep breaths.
On the one hand, she loves the way the sex makes her feel.
She's been pent-up since she's moved to Seattle, and doing this with Meredith feels remarkably less grubby than resorting to Mark.
On the other hand, the blonde is just as smug, or even more so. And it makes Addison want to roll her eyes at her.
"You're late," Addison glares at Meredith.
"It's eight-oh-one, chill," Meredith says.
"Don't tell me to chill. Let's go upstairs," Addison huffs.
"Wow, so welcoming," Meredith scoffs.
"This isn't about that," Addison reminds her.
"You can still be polite," says Meredith.
"You're the rude one. You weren't on time," Addison glares again.
"Well, excuse me, fussy," Meredith crosses her arms over her chest.
"Were you lost? Or were you just unprepared?" Addison asks her.
"I found my way just fine thank you very much," says Meredith.
"I bet you used a GPS anyway," says Addison.
"Like that's an insult. It's the 21st century," says Meredith.
"Oh, let's just get to it," Addison rolls her eyes again as she ushers Meredith into the elevator.
She's not even caught by surprise when Meredith pushes her against the wall, and shoves her tongue down her throat. Addison parts her lips willingly, tugging on Meredith's hair.
She kisses back just as eagerly, biting Meredith's lip until it nearly bleeds.
Meredith realizes at this point that she's never kissed Addison before. Their past hookups had been lips-off, but she thinks this is better.
It's not about feelings or any of that crap, it's just about getting under Addison's skin.
Making her moan like a whore for her, because Addison does.
When the elevator dings on the 22nd floor, Addison all but drags her to her room, and crashes them both through the door.
They land against the bed, with Addison straddling Meredith.
And that lasts for about ten seconds before Meredith flips them, and starts tearing off all of Addison's clothing.
"If you rip that, you're buying me a new one," says Addison.
"Aren't you rich?" Meredith deadpans.
"Doesn't mean I'm wasteful. You break it you buy it, Grey," Addison warns her.
"And if I break you, then?" Meredith teases.
"Not possible," Addison pinches Meredith's ass.
"Just try me," says Meredith, as she grinds her hips into Addison. "I'll make you scream tonight. Just you wait."
"Let me see you," Addison frowns, as she tugs on Meredith's shirt.
"It's your turn," says Meredith.
"What says we have to take turns?" Addison groans.
"I do," says Meredith.
"We have equal votes in fuck-club," says Addison. "I'm a 50% shareholder. And I want to see you," says Addison.
"Fine," Meredith says, as she takes off her shirt, but not her bra. "More skin. Now take off your pants," Meredith growls.
Addison does so, and she unclasps her bra herself before Meredith rips it apart.
"Now turn over," says Meredith.
"On my stomach?" Addison asks her.
"Yes," says Meredith, and she helps Addison roll over.
Meredith slides her hands up Addison's body, and starts biting down Addison's back.
"Watch those. I might want to wear a t-shirt," says Addison.
"You'll like them as I make them," Meredith promises, and she nibbles even harder for effect.
Addison's body does like it, and her whimpering just proves it for Meredith.
"See?" Meredith jeers. "You like it."
Addison just keeps moaning as Meredith slides her hands around Addison's body, and cups her breasts. She pinches her nipples not too gently, before she moves her hands further down, and she's very pleased when she finds out that Addison's soaking wet.
"You missed me," Meredith smirks.
"You're so full of yourself," says Addison.
"You're not denying it," says Meredith.
"You're having sex with me. I'm turned on. Get over it," says Addison.
"I'm not even inside of you yet," says Meredith.
Addison moves to fix that, as she reaches down to find Meredith's hand, and directs it to her core.
"Inside," Addison asks roughly.
"Fine," Meredith says. "Just because I'm feeling charitable," she smirks.
"You want to," says Addison. "It's what you want. You like screwing me. It makes you feel better," says Addison.
"I do want to. But on my own terms," says Meredith. "Which means slowly. And with lots of edging," she adds.
"Here we go…" Addison says sarcastically.
Meredith inserts one finger into Addison, and Addison gasps. She wiggles it around, feeling all of Addison's gooey spots,
"Yes-" Addison hisses, as Meredith starts moving her finger.
"Don't come yet," Meredith says.
"When?" Addison asks her.
"When I say," say Meredith.
"Are you gonna-" Addison gestures, turning around so she can see Meredith teasing her and not really doing anything.
"Sure," says Meredith, as she adds another finger, but still doesn't do much.
"What are we here for, if you're not even gonna- ohhh," Addison cuts herself off when she feels Meredith adding a third finger, and she starts pumping them all in and out quickly.
They're hitting Addison's spot perfectly, and she has to grip the sheets to hold on.
Addison pants, and whines, and whimpers as Meredith taunts her, bringing her so close to the edge and then pulling back again. Rinse and repeat.
"Admit that I'm better than him," Meredith requests.
"How do you know I'm being honest if you're holding me hostage?" Addison snarks at her.
"You wouldn't lie about it," says Meredith.
"And what if I did?" Addison asks, as Meredith rubs her clit with her thumb, and Addison nearly loses control.
"If the sex was good with him, you'd be with him. But it isn't, and here we are," says Meredith.
"And you'd know all about that anyway. You're no better than I am," says Addison.
"We're broken up. You're the one who's still married," says Meredith.
"On paper. You're the ones who had an entire relationship," says Addison.
"Key word: had," says Meredith. "I just like the way that he flirts with me," says Meredith, as she delivers another tumb to Addison's clit, and Addison inhales sharply.
"You're just jealous," says Addison.
"Admit that I'm better," says Meredith.
"Admit that you care so damn much," counters Addison.
"It's good for the ego," says Meredith.
"Like you need more of that," says Addison.
"Don't be bratty. I could stop," says Meredith.
"You wouldn't," says Addison. "You like to see me weak," Addison gasps.
She's so close, she's straining, she can hardly string a sentence together.
"It's not weak when you come. It's… It's pretty really…" Meredith glimmers.
Addison blushes at the compliment and nearly lets herself orgasm but she holds herself back.
"Alright, you can come now. I'm getting bored," says Meredith.
"That's insulting. You're having fun," says Addison.
"We're going over the same shit over and over. It's boring," says Meredith, as she pushes her thumb to Addison's clit, hard, and the redhead finally lets go.
"Oh yeah-" Addison rides her orgasm as much as she can. The waves wash over her, and her insides clench. And she shudders against the bed and jerks her hips into it as Meredith teases out her pleasure.
As much as Meredith annoyed her, she always gave her good orgasms.
When she's completely finished, Addison lies face down on the mattress and catches her breath before she rolls over, and grabs Meredith by the lapels of the jacket that she's still wearing.
"Don't get my coat messy," Meredith deadpans.
"You're the one who's wearing it in the bedroom," Addison narrows her eyes at her.
She holds her gaze, and Meredith holds hers, and neither of them makes a move to remove it.
***** END OF CHAPTER 5