Playing with Fire (A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance)

by Mia Madison

  She makes her way over to me and brushes past me as she goes out to the bar. I follow her out with my eyes, delighting in the little wiggle she has in that dress. I picture it —how it was around her waist and me with my face buried between her legs and I can't resist going out after her. When I catch up with her, she grabs my hand and pulls me off into a side room. The space is empty, music booming through the thin partition walls.

  “Dance with me,” she says. “You know you want to.”

  And so, I take her in my arms and we do what I wanted to do out there on the dance floor. Pressed together, I'm feeling the soft curves of her body against mine, breathing in the sweet scent of her, planting a path of kisses down her neck. Her hands move down my back, exploring, reaching my butt and my hands follow a similar path down her back resting on the curve of her sexy ass. We are pulling each other together so close there's not even a hair's breadth between us, my painful hard-on against the softness of her belly.

  The band starts another dance and we do not stop. Our feet are hardly moving, no more than swaying in the dark of the room. I feel every inch of her as she moves against me. Our mouths meet in a hungry kiss, our tongues dancing more than our feet, exploring, savoring. It's impossible to get enough of this girl.

  Someone opens the door and hurriedly leaves with a “Sorry!” Whoever it is knows this is more than a dance.

  “Who was that?” I ask.

  “Probably someone from the hotel. I didn't recognize them.”

  Whoever it was probably couldn't see us properly in the dark but it gives us enough of a fright that it breaks the spell we are under.

  I squeeze Madilyn's hand. “Oh well, it will be just about over out there by now. It was killing me watching you and not being able to touch you.”

  “I know,” she says. “Same for me.”

  We slip quietly back into the bar.

  The party is over. Everyone is saying their goodbyes and thanks to Brian and Paula. I shake Brian's hand and give Paula a hug and tell them I'll visit in the next day or two. It's going to be awkward when I first see Brian once he realizes that I am with his daughter. But I can't think about that. Not now. Not when I'm just about to take Madilyn to bed and make her mine. There must be some way we can get through this with her family and make it alright. There has to be.

  I look over at Madilyn and she gives me a sly smile. I know she feels it too. This connection we have. The next few hours have to be worth any amount of awkwardness with Brian and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure every moment counts.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Madilyn

  Once I make sure Mum, Dad and Sarah are on their way home in a taxi, Jack and I escape to his room, being careful to look out for other guests from the party in case some of them are staying in the hotel.

  But once we're in the elevator there's no stopping Jack. He grabs me and pulls me to him and I melt into his body, my nipples hardening against him as I feel his cock against my stomach, the steel length of him evidence of how much he wants me. His lips are on mine, his tongue invading my mouth, demanding entry and I moan against his lips, and meet his tongue with mine, his experienced hands kneading my behind. We don't notice we are at his floor until the doors are about to close again and he stops them with his foot just on time.

  “Maybe taking the elevator wasn't a good idea.” he says, and laughs, pointing to a notice on the wall: In case of fire do not use the elevator. “I'm burning here,” he says.

  He pulls me along to his room, opens the door and then we are inside again. I glance at the inside of the door and my cheeks flush as I remember what he was doing to me there an hour or so ago.

  “Let's get this off you,” he says, tugging at the hem of my dress and pulling it up. I'm speechless with need. I raise my arms so he can take my dress right off. And then he lays it down on a chair and looks at me. “You're so fucking beautiful.”

  I need his clothes off, now. I reach for him and pull at his tie. But I'm slow, clumsy with need and he helps me, loosening and taking off the tie and unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze fixed on mine. He's mesmerizing. How often have I looked at those eyes and never had him look back at me like this?

  Once his shirt is open, my hands roam over him and he groans and picks me up and carries me to the bed, my arms around his neck. I giggle as he lays me down on the bed cover.

  “I promised to fuck you earlier,” he says, his voice rough, “and I'm going to do exactly that but first I want you naked.”

  He unclasps my bra and pulls it off and I can hardly breathe. He yanks my panties down in one fell swoop, leaving my thigh highs for last, moving between my legs then slowly rolling my stockings down one after the other, never taking his eyes away from my naked body as he does so.

  I can't move, adrenaline running through me. I feel so vulnerable. But then I remember he's Jack. He means me no harm and cares for me. He just wants to fuck me and that's what I want too, more than anything. It's just so intense, it scares me. I've never felt like this before.

  I want him naked too—nothing coming between his skin and mine. I lift myself up and start removing his open shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. I work on his buckle, clawing at it, undoing his zipper, unable to resist brushing my fingers over him there. And now it's he who seems speechless, though there are soft low growls from his throat as if he's trying to hold himself in check as I undress him, his eyes full of heat, of need as I open his pants and pull at his white cotton underwear, exposing him to my gaze, raging desire burning clean through every sensible thought in my mind.

  The hard ridge of his swollen cock is in full view. I reach out and run my fingers up and down the length, and circle the tip, distracting him as he unlaces his shoes and kicks them off, pulling off his socks and his pants and underwear with a growl. His clothes hit the floor and join mine.

  Now he throws the bed cover aside and we're skin against skin on the cool white sheets, his smooth muscles encasing me, his fingers, his mouth everywhere, trailing a line down my body. I'm afraid he'll go too slowly. I want him now. We have been building up to this for hours. My fingers curl around his thick length and I position myself where I want him to be.

  “Condom,” he says. “Pocket.” It's as if he can't form whole sentences. But it's just as well one of us is thinking because I can't form a coherent thought. I'm not sure I could have asked the condom question right now. He grabs the thing from his pants, tears the packet open and rolls it on, stroking his cock as he gazes into my eyes. I guess we both know where we want that monster to be and where it is going.

  He kisses me and I arch my hips to meet his, feeling every inch as he pushes in and glides deep inside my belly, filling me completely, every aching crevice. Then he drives in and out of me agonizingly slowly taking me deep every time, stretching me, not taking his eyes from me.

  “It feels so good,” he says then, “deep inside you. You're so tight, so hot, so wet. I could go in and out all night like this. It's like I died and went to heaven.”

  I groan and whimper in frustration because I want more and he chuckles. “Patience.”

  He's teasing me. Do I have to beg? “Harder! Faster! Please,” I squeal.

  “I thought you'd never ask,” he says and he drives deep into me so hard it takes my breath away and then he's ramming into me again and again, taking me at every angle, our bodies smacking together, his grunts and my moans of delight filling the air. And still he watches me, gauging my reaction, making sure I like what he's doing to me. I'm sure he could tell that with his eyes closed with the noise I'm making as I get closer and closer to losing it, but the way he looks at me as he takes me over and over it's as if he sees right into me. And as my moans reach a crescendo, he whispers in my ear so sweetly, “Come for me, baby.”

  There's not a damn thing I can do about it. I'm coming whether he wants me to or not. My fingers grab the sheet and I call out his name as my body contracts around his, just before he comes to his ow
n scalding climax and releases into me with a growl.

  He gets rid of the condom and we lie still for a while, our beating hearts pounding against each other, getting our breath back, my head on his shoulder as his heart slowly calms down. He strokes the damp tendrils of hair from my face and kisses my head, my neck, my nose, murmuring I don't know what. Obscenities? Sweet nothings? I feel like I never want to move from that position with his arms wrapped around me, our bodies entwined. I feel weightless even boneless. I swear I can't move even if I want to. Finally, we come back to our senses.

  “You didn't eat anything at the party. Are you hungry?” he asks.

  “No, are you?”

  “Only for you,” he says and takes my damaged hand and starts pretending to nibble it.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “For that? For making you come?” He laughs. “I think I managed to enjoy it too.”

  “No.” I nod to where he's holding my hand. “I mean for how you helped me all those years after the accident. You were the only one who made me not mind about my hand. You called it pretty and treated me like a princess. You held me when I came home from school crying because Jessica Thompson said my hand was ugly and no one would marry me. Mum just worried about me but Dad made me feel like it was the end of the world.”

  “Your dad always blamed himself, you know. I expect it's a parent thing but when a child gets scalded and you're a firefighter supposed to prevent people hurting themselves it must be worse. I'm sure he didn't mean to make you feel bad just because he felt guilty. Anyway, you can hardly see the burn at all now.”

  He kisses my fingers and somehow that makes me feel all emotional and I forget who Jack is and how he is with women. But I know deep down I have to stop myself from getting too attached to him. This is supposed to be a fling to get over my break up not love everlasting so why then does a joke just come out of my mouth without thinking?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jack

  “Of course, you did promise to marry me when I grew up,” Madilyn says. “I distinctly remember telling Jessica Thompson about that the very next day to shut her up. So now we've had sex, you'll have to marry me.” And then she blushes as if marriage was some kind of taboo topic with me.

  I know she's joking, but two can play at that game. “Okay then. Let's get married. No point in waiting. We’ll get a special license or run away to Gretna.”

  “Jack! I don't know why I said that. I was kidding.”

  “I'm not,” I say, still joking and then suddenly I realize I'm not kidding that much. I've known this girl all her life and she's so fucking perfect why would I want this to end any other way. “Will I go and ask your dad for your hand?”

  “Jack! I hardly know you...Well, I do but not like this. Only a few hours like this.”

  “And there was me thinking I impressed you so much you wanted to marry me.”

  She laughs. “You know that's not what I mean and stop fishing for compliments.”

  “If it's not my mad skills, my scintillating personality or my devilish good looks and charm what is there not to like?”

  “Oh I don't know. How about your lady-killing reputation? You can't say you've exactly been lonely and waiting for someone since Julie. You kept bringing all those women to our house. Remember how I embarrassed you once by asking if you were trying each of them out to see if they could be your new wife?”

  “And what did I say to you then?”

  “That you were waiting for me until I was grown up enough. It made me happy.”

  “And now you are grown up.”

  She doesn't know what to make of that. “If you're not kidding, Jack, you're crazy. You are kidding, aren't you?”

  “I might not be. What do you say to that?”

  “I just broke off my engagement. Your timing is crap.”

  “My timing is crap? Oh well, I'll wait. But what can we do while we wait?”

  “I'm sure you have a few suggestions.”

  “Oh yes. First we get very very dirty then we get clean just in time to get very very dirty again.”

  A little moan escapes her mouth at that idea.

  “See I'm going to make you so happy, I'll wear you down and you'll say yes eventually.”

  And right at that moment I know for sure I'm serious. Everything about her is right—the person she is, how she looks, how she is with me. I've known her so long I know nothing will change about that and I’m not kidding at all.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Madilyn

  When Jack kisses me, it's as if he wants to claim me, to pleasure my mouth with his, and give me a taste of how wild it will be between us when things heat up even more. It seems that he wants to control my mouth before he takes over my body. He kisses me now and I purr like a kitten.

  And then he gets off the bed. What?

  “Where are you going? I thought we were just getting to the very, very dirty time you promised me.”

  But he's back beside me. “I just wanted some water,” he says. “And ice.” He grins at me.

  He takes one of the cubes from the glass, holding it between his lips and rubbing it over mine. I can feel my pulse throbbing madly at my throat, not knowing what he will do next. I hold my breath as he trails a path with the ice from my lips down my throat and down even farther to my nipple. A warm, buttery feeling takes over my whole body.

  He runs the cube around and around my nipple and then flicks the hardened peak with the cold wet edge of the ice. Water melts in little trickles down my body. He doesn't seem to care about the bed sheets and I don't care about them for long either because he's taking that ice down from between my breasts in a cold wet path to my belly button. He drops the little block of ice there for a moment before scooping it up with a swirl of his tongue back between his lips.

  He looks up at me, and with his eyes on mine, teasing me, he takes the ice fully into his mouth and kisses my stomach with his cold lips. My breath is ragged. Time stands still. But he continues, tracing a line down my body. I'm practically pleading with my hips now, raising them up to him, urging him on. He puts his hands under my buttocks, lifting me up to his lips and supports my body as he reaches my core. I squirm but there's no escape as that half-melted sliver of ice reaches my clit and he teases me with edge of the ice, moving it back and forth over my engorged nub, tormenting me over and over until the first wave of an orgasm hits me and I convulse against his lips and the cold wet ice.

  He drops the ice and joins me then at the top of the bed, holding me, kissing my neck with his still cool lips and I luxuriate in his arms, sated beyond belief. “So many dirty things I want to do with you,” he murmurs.

  “But what if I want to do dirty things to you?”

  “Then I'm all yours,” he says. “Though I could happily watch you come all day.”

  “What if I want to take you in my mouth and tease you with something like...say...ice?” I grab a cube, swirling it around my mouth, and before he can say anything I reach out and lick down his stomach to the base of his cock with my cold tongue. Then I move the ice cube around my mouth, getting it cold again and trace a path up the hard length of him to the tip, swallowing him up, toying with both him and the ice.

  “Fuck! Madilyn, you're going to kill me with that dirty tongue of yours.”

  I love it—the power to make him weak, to have him gasping for breath, murmuring my name. I feast on him as if I can't get enough of his cock. He only stops me when I think he's on the brink, about to come. The ice has melted. He pulls my now hot mouth off him and kisses me.

  “I want to come inside you,” he says. “Skin against skin. I would never put you in danger you know that, baby.”

  “I'm okay too and I'm on the pill.”

  We look at each other. Skin against skin—wow! I nod, giving some kind of permission. We're doing this.

  When he glides inside me this time, it feels different, his flesh against mine, deep inside me and the way he controls the speed doesn't feel l
ike a tease but a statement of intent. We move together like it was meant to be, and it feels so good, so right, the wonderful scent of him, the groans that come out of our mouths, my name on his lips, his kisses, his moves—all of it. Perfect! And though we speed up and things get wilder, when we come it doesn't feel like the result of frantic coupling but tender wild fucking, piercing me to the core.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Jack

  I wake with Madilyn in my arms, her soft breasts against my chest, and I smile remembering the night we just had. In the bed, in the shower. Fuck! After the shower in the bathroom. Lying in bed with her feels so good, I don't want to move. She stirs and kisses my chest and I stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. She's so perfect. I never want this to end. Did I really ask her to marry me? I did! But she didn't take me seriously. I just have to give her time. I know that. Nothing this good deserves to come to an end.

  And then I shudder because I remember that though we are perfect together, the situation, not so much. What is Brian going to say when he finds out I’m with Madilyn? He has always been so protective since her accident. He's not going to like it. Everything is against me—my past, my age. Except, I guess, he knows I'm a good guy. He's just going to think I'm not good for his daughter.

  “I'm going to order some breakfast,” I say. “Anything you want?”

  “Surprise me.”

  “Careful what you wish for. I might just do that.”

  “I don't think I can be any more surprised than I was yesterday.”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “Might be.” She laughs and kisses a path down my chest and stomach and it doesn't look like she's stopping there.

  “Let me order room service first,” I say, laughing. “Otherwise we'll never get anything to eat and I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

  I order pancakes, bacon, orange juice and coffee for us both.