by Daya Daniels
A nipple poked out from beneath the sheets and I had to resist taking it into my mouth and waking her. Her breasts rose and fell with each soft breath she took and her dark hair fanned out against the fluffy white pillows that she rested her head on.
I ran my finger over a small scar at her hip. It was tiny, so tiny that if you looked you would’ve missed it. The near invisible marking almost matched the one on her chin that I’d noticed yesterday. I narrowed my eyes looking at it, running my finger over it again, caressing Madison’s skin.
It was five in the evening. I was tempted to open my laptop and check the near million messages I knew I had, but I decided not to. I wanted to enjoy this weekend with no interruptions.
Taking a deep breath, I shifted under the sheets looking around. I didn’t know what was going on with me lately. In nearly every relationship I’d been in, I was never happy. I was always with women who seemed to care more about what the Westwood name meant and now here I was, with a woman who didn’t have a clue even about who I really was. Nor did she care. It hadn’t been long but I knew I felt something for this woman.
Each time I brought up the future, she deflected almost as if it was a forbidden topic to discuss. I gazed at Madison again, as she shifted under the sheets, displaying her ass for me.
I snuggled closer to her, running my hand over her skin, squeezing it. Unable to help myself from waking her.
“Mads.” I pressed my lips to her smiling ones.
“Yes,” she said revealing her hazel eyes.
“Wake up,” I said hovering above her, brushing my cock, along the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, I see.”
I chuckled, brushing the head of it along her wet slit.
“You’re exhausting me, Mr. Westwood.”
I laughed, pushing deep inside of her, letting out an embarrassing groan that I prayed no one else heard.
“Ty.”
I nudged her knees back, plunging deep inside of her slowly, filling her with every inch of my thickness. I eased back, pulling her legs over my shoulders, pounding slow and hard inside of her. I watched my thick cock slide in and out of her wetness forcing her pussy to open up for me.
I kissed the inside of her knee, inhaling the scent of her skin. Tiny murmurs and long deep breaths left Madison’s lips, as she looked up at me with those pretty eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her while she held on to my triceps, digging into them with her fingers. A loud strangled moan left my throat. I pulled out, jerking myself off, coming on the outside of her swollen pussy and then pushed back in again, still feeling the painful ache in my balls.
I pummeled into her pussy, sinking into the feeling of the warm, wet haven. She moaned and whimpered beneath me.
“Ty,” she mewled out, as her thighs quivered when she came.
I fucked Madison through her orgasm. Unable to hold back anymore, I pulled out coming on her pussy again, covering it in thick white globs of cum. Madison’s pussy dripped with wetness. The pretty mound was swollen pink from the assault of my hips and my cock blasting into it for the last hour. The familiar ache in my balls was still there, gnawing at me. I was still hard as rock, like I just hadn’t come already.
I ran a hand over my cock, massaging it a few times, grimacing. I pushed deeper inside of her, fucking her into oblivion. She whimpered and cried out underneath me when I came again with a loud growl. I stiffened, feeling my cock throb hard inside of her, emptying every last drop of cum in my balls somewhere deep in her fucking cervix.
Covered in sweat and going at it like a fucking machine, I was still spearing Madison’s pussy with my dick that felt like it would never tire. In this moment, it had a mind of its own. I wanted to relax when all it seemed to want to do was fuck, fuck, fuck Madison’s tight, soaking wet pussy. Could I blame it? I was fascinated and partly embarrassed that I’d just whimpered when I came. None of this had ever happened before, with any woman I’d fucked. What was Madison doing to me?
I took a deep breath leaning over her, kissing her darkened lips and then I pulled out, looking at my semi-hard cock that was finally on its way down.
“Are you okay?” she whispered lying beneath me beautifully slicked in sweat that mingled with my own.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly looking down at the huge mess between us that coated her pale skin.
I stood up and tossed Madison my T-shirt from the floor...for the mess. I walked to the bathroom unsteadily and stepped into the shower, turning the cold water on.
Madison
I prepared French toast for breakfast this morning and bacon, taking it back to bed. The entire time I stood in front of the stove, I thought about Ty and how he’d come three times when we fucked before. I giggled like a school girl each time I thought about it. I was almost fascinated by the huge, milky mess he’d left on my stomach and my thighs that forced noises from his mouth I knew he wasn’t proud of.
I rested the tray down on my side of the bed, putting the steaming coffee near Ty allowing him to smell it. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled.
“Been busy,” he said sitting up and leaving the bed.
Ty walked to the bathroom completely naked, letting me to take in his gorgeous body and firm ass. I nearly dropped the fucking coffee on myself watching him. He stood to the toilet to take a piss and then washed his face and brushed his teeth. Then he gave me a sly look from the bathroom, as though he knew I was watching his every move. I cleared my throat and quickly stood, moving to the other side of the bed. When he returned, he put on a pair of sweatpants. I sat on my feet, passing a plate to Ty and then took my own while he looked me over. I still had the simple, white T-shirt on he’d given me the night before, which I wore nothing underneath.
Gazing out the large window, I took in the expanse of white snow and the small birds that braved the cold to dance around in it. It was picturesque. A strange peaceful feeling washed over me here whenever I just simply took in the scenery.
“Did you cook wearing that?” he asked, putting a piece of bacon in his mouth.
“Yes.”
“Oh,” he groaned.
I smiled and dropped my head, sliding back to my side of the bed.
“Do you want to watch television?” I asked Ty, looking at the remote on the nightstand.
He gave me a long look and shook his head from side to side slowly. “No,” he said quietly.
I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee, enjoying the smoky aroma of it. Ty stood quickly, collecting the dishes on the tray and then placed it on the floor. He crawled across the bed towards me, taking the almost empty mug of coffee from my hands slowly and placing it on the nightstand. I kept my gaze on him and smiled when he ran his hands up my thighs, pushing the T-shirt up to my waist, exposing my pussy. Then without any warning he settled between my legs, kissing, licking and lapping on my flesh. I squirmed underneath him, reveling in the feeling of his warm tongue on my pussy.
He parted my legs, running his hands along the inside of my thighs softly. A high-pitched sound left my throat when he sucked on my clit slow and hard while he looked up at me. He inched towards me on his knees, pushing my legs open wider, rolling them so that they were almost to my ears. I eyed the line of his thick erection through the soft fabric of his sweatpants. He shifted it when he noticed me staring, and smiled.
He hovered over me from the side, running his wet tongue from the mound of my pussy to the crack of my ass, sucking on the tight ring there. I jerked when he gripped me, keeping me still. Then he placed a soft kiss to my lips and slid two of his fingers into my pussy. I groaned when they began to fuck me, pushing deep inside of me and pulling the wetness that coated them out of my slit, which Ty covered the inside of my thighs in. I whimpered loud, each time he did it.
The louder my screams became the harder he fucked me with his fingers. He placed them in his mouth, licking them clean and then did it again, massaging my clit with his thumb. I squirmed underneath him when my thighs began to quiver. He rolled me over partia
lly towards him and smacked me hard on my ass. I hissed at the burning sting, nearly chewing through my bottom lip, waiting for him to do it again. Another smack was delivered before he put me back into position, shoving his fingers deeper inside of me.
He pushed his pants down, allowing me to take in his beautiful, thick cock when it bounced out, hard and ready. The skin on the inside of my thighs was slicked with wetness. He licked it away from my skin, fucking me harder with his big fingers. Then he pushed the others in, until his whole hand was nearly inside me. He kept his thumb on my clit when he did it, still rubbing it lovingly, making me desperate to come to escape the agonizing ache in my pussy that was building.
“Ty,” I cried out.
I was coming, screaming down this lake house and hanging on to his carved tricep for dear life.
“You’re nice and ready, Madison,” he hissed, pulling his fingers out of me.
I was flipped over as if I was completely weightless and yanked up to my knees. He spread my ass cheeks and delivered a strike to each one with his large palm. Then he eased his cock into the tight hole between them. I moaned when I felt it open with ease, allowing him to slide in and then settle into an agonizing rhythm.
“I’m going to fuck you like this for a little while. Then I’m going to put this big cock in your pussy.” He buried himself deeper inside of me. “Do you hear me, Madison?”
“Yes!” I breathed out, reveling in every filthy thing this beautiful man was doing to me.
Ty
“What’s your favorite movie?” I asked Madison.
“Flashdance,” she said sleepily, tangled in the sheets.
I laughed. “Typical.”
She whacked me in the head playfully. It was four in the afternoon. I’d planned to take her for a walk but that had changed, since we seemed unable to make it out of bed.
“What’s yours?” Madison asked.
“I don’t have one.”
I ran my hands along the pale skin on the inside of her thighs, brushing my nose against hers.
“I want to take you out to dinner when we get back to the city.”
“Okay.”
“Do you have a favorite place?”
She scoffed. “I haven’t been out to dinner in a while.”
“I can’t believe that. You’re beautiful. You don’t get asked out on dates?”
Her brows knotted together. “Yeah, by men who want to fuck me because they like the way I move or how I look under the neon lights.”
“I can’t blame them,” I whispered, rolling the small body next to me over. “I wanted to fuck you too. I still want to fuck you.”
She giggled, squirming underneath me. I pressed my nose into the round globes of her ass, kissing it and massaging it with my hands.
“But no. I don’t get asked out by nice, handsome men like you, Ty Westwood.”
I tickled Madison and she jerked underneath me. When I did it again she screamed, taking harsh breaths when I overpowered her.
“Ty-Ty stop,” she begged when I held on to her knees.
Madison’s giggles encouraged my own. I looked her over again, taking in her big, toothy grin that was completely adorable. Her arms wrapped around my neck, enabling me to cradle her against my chest while she wrapped her legs around me. She kissed me and then sucked along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I like you, Ty,” she admitted, sucking on my earlobe and then pushing her tongue into my ear.
“Good.”
“I’m sure all the women like you.”
“Not all.”
“Let me cook tonight.”
“Nope. I have something special planned.”
“I can make a dessert then,” she said quietly, running her hands over my shoulders.
There was something about this woman that I really liked, aside from the realization that she was the sexiest fucking creature I’d ever seen. She was funny and kind and she had the juiciest ass, on top of allowing me to put my cock in it every now and again. Plus, she sucked my cock like she was afraid she’d never see one again. It was desperate and hungry and she wasn’t bothered by the size and she swallowed. Madison was every man’s dream. I couldn’t understand how she could claim that no man wanted her. It didn’t make any sense.
I ran my hands through her long, dark hair and brushed my thumb over her cheek, watching her close her beautiful eyes. I kissed her softly.
“I’m keeping you,” I whispered.
Madison
The last month was intense.
The weekend at the lake was everything I could have ever dreamed of. Ty and I lazed around and fucked most of the time, without a care in the world. Then when we came back to the city, I spent a night at Ty’s apartment and left the next morning after I told him I loved him and he’d said it back. God, what the fuck was I doing?
Then the next week, we had not one but two huge arguments about my secrecy and my unwillingness to tell him where I lived. I guess it was reasonable if you were a couple to know where each other lived. I knew Ty wasn’t asking for much but it wasn’t information I was willing to share.
I rested my head on the cash register in front of me, terrified of how I was feeling and what I would do. Instead of telling Tyler the truth, I just avoided him for weeks at a time. I was a stupid cow.
Ty had already left me sixteen voicemails in the last four days and thirty-three text messages. The very last one only said, “WTF, Mads???”
I knew my disappearing acts were becoming more difficult for him to understand, not to mention turning out to be more problematic for me to explain.
Pulling the stack of cash out of my purse that I’d withdrawn from the ATM this morning, I flicked through the green bills, which were all courtesy of Ty. It had to be at least five grand here. I had a school trip to pay for that Dylan had so patiently waited for. The rest I would use to pay my back rent and the remaining, I would give to Zita.
I wasn’t dancing anymore at The Red Room, not that I missed it. The money that Ty gave me every month allowed me not to have to. I’d offered my time to a dance academy nearby, teaching girls aged five to ten ballet, tap, and jazz. I loved it so much. I felt like a little kid myself, each time I stepped in the studio. I hadn’t told Ty yet. Clearly, I hadn’t told him a lot. I was going to get struck by lightning. I was sure of it.
I put the money back in my purse, checking my watch, realizing that it was almost six. I missed Ty after not seeing him in the last few weeks as much as I usually did. Running a hand through my hair, I stared out the window looking out to the cars lined up to be washed. I promised myself when I left here today, I would go to his office and explain everything, but I did that every single week.
I was fucking awful and I didn’t deserve him.
Ty
It was almost eight on a Friday night and I was still sitting in my office. I was exhausted from a long day of meetings and enduring the assault of my father’s annoying voice, all through lunch.
It had been nearly a week since I’d seen or heard from Madison and frankly, I was fucking pissed. These disappearing acts were bizarre. I was beginning to think she worked for MI-5 as a super spy or rogue agent that always had to be on the move or some shit.
I’d considered all those possibilities but I wasn’t a fool. I’d given Madison more than enough time to explain herself and yet after all this time, she still hadn’t.
“Here it is.” Rafe tossed a file onto the surface of my desk.
I looked up at him, taking in his buzz cut and the blue and gold Philadelphia Police badge, attached to his belt.
He smiled. “I told you I can find out anything on anyone.”
“Thanks,” I said taking it up and sinking deeper into my chair.
“You okay, man?” he asked giving me a strange look.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.”
Rafe held out a hand when I opened the file. “Maybe open it later,” he suggested.
I huf
fed a breath. There was no way I was waiting until later.
“Thanks,” I said again watching Rafe walk out the door.
“Good night, Mr. Westwood.” Gillian poked her head in the door. “Please don’t stay here too late. It’s Friday. You should be out having fun.”
I gave Gillian a half-hearted smile. “Enjoy your weekend. I will see you on Tuesday.”
“Okay, please make sure you get some rest. You look tired.”
“Madison Elise Combs, nee’ Marks, birthdate December 28th.”
I turned the pages slowly and stopped when I reached the most noteworthy one.
Madison
“Peas,” Kacey whined, on the cusp of full-blown tears. “I hate peas. I don’t want this, Mommy.”
“Kacey, please. Peas were the only vegetable I had in the freezer. Tomorrow, I will buy something else. Please eat.”
I scrambled around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on cheese pasta with chicken and peas.
“You’re such a baby, Kacey,” Sam teased.
“Stop it,” I scolded.
“Well, she is, Mom,” Mason added.
“Thanks, Mom,” Dylan said taking his bowl away, putting a spoonful to his mouth. He stood in place and grimaced but didn’t say anything.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” He swallowed thickly.
I dropped my arms at my sides. “Is it bad, Dylan?”
“No,” he said clearly forcing himself to chew.
“You’re lying,” I whispered.
“This is disgusting,” Carter muttered.
“It’s not that bad, Mom. It’s edible,” Dylan said squeezing his eyes shut.
“I’m sorry, guys. I promise you something better tomorrow for dinner.” I dropped my head feeling defeated.
A few loud knocks on the door and I was already rushing towards it. I’d been waiting for Zita for over an hour. I figured she must have forgotten her keys. I had to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things.