by Lexi Whitlow
“That was me, fucking you, proper.” I say, laughing.
“God damn.”
Twenty minutes later, just when I think he’s about to fall off to sleep, Maddox rolls over and cradling near, looks at me and says, “Where did you learn to give head like that?”
I smile. My pussy is still aching. “I learned a thing or two along the way. ”
“Fucking hell.” Maddox raises up on his elbow. He’s still a little glassy-eyed. “I don’t like the idea of you with other men. But—”
Heat rises over my chest and fills my cheeks. I move in closer to Maddox and run my fingers through his hair. “None of them ever made me come. I’d even sworn off dating the night before you came back into my life.”
He smiles, his face distant. He brings his mouth down on me and kisses me hard. “Tell me how I can do more of that. The whole making you come thing. Because I like it. A lot.”
I give him a wicked look. “Your cock, hard, buried deep inside me. However you want. Whenever you want.”
Fuck. Where did these words even come from?
Maddox grins. “I can do that.”
“Show. Don’t tell.” I tease him. “You sure you can handle it? I think you might be all fucked out.”
He shakes his head at me and rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “God, you have such a smart mouth,” he says, sitting up. “I think I need to teach you a lesson.”
Before I quite know what is happening, Maddox has his hands on my hips and is pulling me toward him. Then with one, swift, powerful move, he flips me over so that I am face down on the carpeted floor.
“Hey!” I cry out, more from surprise that in protest.
He lifts my hips up as my elbows scrape on the carpet and in just a second I feel his stiff cock plunge hard into my aching, soaking wet pussy. He wraps one fist around my hair and grips my hip with the other, then starts pounding into me hard – so rough that it almost hurts – but it hurts in the best way possible.
With each thrust I cry out a little. It feels like he’s fucking me straight up into my lungs. I can hardly breathe and have to suck air in gasps between his thrusts, because every muscle in my body is screaming, either in pain or in pleasure.
“You like to fuck?” Maddox growls, toying with me. “You like to tease men, and tease me? You like to play rough and fight?”
He shoves in hard and pulls out slow, his hand wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back, then he moves his free hand up to my shoulder and jams me down into his upward thrust. His ball sack bounces into my snatch with every stroke, calling my clit to ready attention.
“You like it hard like this?” He asks, fucking me so roughly I almost want to cry out.
I can’t speak. If I try, I’ll scream. And that’s what he wants.
“Tell me you like it like this.”
Maddox releases my shoulder and finds my breast. He circles my nipple with his thumb, causing my sex to quiver against him.
“You like that. I can feel it,” he says. I hear the grin in his expression, even though I’m face down on the floor.
He squeezes my nipple between his fingers and it hurts. I let out an ‘owe’ in protest, so he does it again and fucks me harder, so hard and so deep I feel the earth start to shudder beneath me. My pussy is trembling with the most intense reverberations of pleasure I’ve ever felt. Maddox feels it too and responds by releasing my hair and using both hands to tweak my nipples, pulling at them hard until my ass is bucking in time with his thrusts – the shudders of my bursting orgasm rock me from his cock out to my extremities and across the room.
I can’t even help it. I hear myself crying out – screaming – begging – pleading.
“Oh fuck Maddox, fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… oooh… god… damn...”
My orgasm ripples away slowly, leaving me with reflexive shudders of pleasure that bounce like echoes throughout my body.
“I made you scream.” Maddox gloats, still shoving into me. “Something I’ve dreamed about doing – just like this – for a very long time.”
He twists his hand into my hair again and gives it a firm tug.
“That’s for every time you rolled your eyes at me,” he says, jamming his cock in hard.
“And this is for every time you insulted me.” He rams himself into me so deep I swear I can feel it at my tonsils.
“And this is for every time you failed to notice that I absolutely adore you.” He stops moving, then draws back slowly, letting the nerves surrounding my walls, my soppy wet lips, and my swollen clit feel every inch of him, feel every vein wrapping his girth. He moves slowly back in, cruelly so. “I’ve adored you as long as I’ve known you… and you’ve been looking right through me the whole time.”
“No, Maddox…” I cry, “It’s not like that, I...”
“It’s just like that.” He cuts me off, then picks up speed.
I feel his cock twitch and can no longer feel his balls slapping against me; they’ve drawn up against him. He pounds into me like before, his hands grip my hips and roughly pull me tight. I feel his body stiffen and arch, and then I feel the explosion of molten heat fill me up, flowing in and out of me. He shoves in five, six… eight… eleven more times before he finally stops and pulls out, releasing me, falling back on his haunches, breathless.
“I don’t know where that came from,” Maddox says, rolling toward me, using his powerful, muscled arms to scoop me into his chest, cradling me like a kitten.
I don’t know whether I’m in shock from an assault, or reeling from the most intense, most mind-numbingly pleasurable sexual encounter I’ve ever had. My brain is spinning, but I have no words.
“You’ve got my head all messed up,” he says, sitting up, then lifting me into his arms like I’m weightless. He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently, then slips in beside me, pulling me close. “You frustrate me, and confound me, astonish me, and then you tease me.” He kisses the nape of my neck tenderly.
Yeah. That. Having him back in my life hasn’t been easy. But nothing in his life has been easy, either.
Maddox is lying on his side, his arms wrapped around me. I feel his breathing even out and deepen, then a little reflexive twitch at his leg. He’s falling asleep. He’s just fucked my brains out, made me scream and beg, then confessed that I’ve messed with his head, and now he’s sleeping beside me.
There’s a deep, aching sadness inside of me, the same one that I felt when Maddox left all those years ago.
But maybe, this time, he’ll stay.
What is that sound? Somewhere deep in the back of my dream I hear my phone ringing.
Ringing.
“Fucking hell.” I moan, sitting up. Where is it? Goddammit. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
I’m not sure where I am or if I’m dreaming.
The phone is still ringing.
It’s on the nightstand. I pick it up. My mother. “Fucking hell.”
I swipe to answer, knowing that my sleeping voice is going to betray the fact that I am not out of bed yet.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning, young lady,” Evelyn says, not even pausing to say hello. “You have the work ethic of a sloth. I need you – and Maddox – in my office in an hour.”
“Good morning, Mother. How are you today?” I reply, yawning. “Oh. I’m well. Slept like a baby.”
“Don’t be smart with me.” She shoots back. “We need to talk about last night and the future. Some things have got to change, and it’s time you stepped up. One hour.”
“Two,” I reply. I end the call and let my head drop, trying to wake up.
I’m afraid to look up. Afraid of what I might – or might not – see in bed with me.
Just then, I hear footsteps padding on the hardwoods outside my bedroom door.
I look up just in time to see Maddox walk in, bearing two cups of coffee, wearing his Calvin’s and nothing else. His hair is tousled and he could use a shave, but he’s halfway smiling at me. He has the most amazing body I’ve ever seen. H
e’s cut like a fitness model.
“Good morning,” he says, sidling up next to me, handing me a cup. “Was that your phone I heard ringing?”
I nod. “We’ve been summoned to the Dragon Lady’s lair. I think we’re in trouble.”
Chapter Thirteen
Avery
Maddox drives us across town, because that’s his job – at least as long as he still has one. I already know what she wants with me. She wants me to quit school – at least during the campaign – and head out on the road with her for county fairs, stump speeches, and those crucially important $2000 per plate fundraisers.
I would rather eat glass.
For the last five years I’ve pretty much had it made. I like school. I like my life, my friends, my books. I like fucking around when I want and partying when I want. I like my own company when I want. But now I’ve got stalkers who want to hurt me, a bodyguard who – while he’s amazing in bed – may wants me to be his, and a power-crazed mother who wants to control every move I make, and use me to achieve her unchecked ambition to become ruler of the Western Hemisphere.
How can I be everything I need to be to all these different people and circumstances, all pulling me in different directions?
I can’t.
I will fuck up and disappoint someone, somewhere, soon. It’s inevitable. I always do.
Maddox is mostly silent as we drive, his face grim. He’s pretty sure Evelyn is going to fire him, and I’m in no position to contradict him. He’s just out of the Marines and it’s not like there are six-figure salaried jobs growing on trees, ripe for the picking, for guys his age with few skills beside blowing things up and killing people. He needs the money.
He’s said that. I know it’s true. And just as surely as I know my own self, I know there’s something he’s not telling me, too.
I’m not sure exactly what his financial obligations are – we haven’t discussed that – but I get the sense that they are real and they weigh on him.
The campaign office is ice-cold, like a dragon’s lair ought to be. Mother’s secretary tells us to wait while “the Senator wraps up a previous appointment.”
We wait almost twenty minutes before the phone on the secretary’s desk rings. She answers, nods, speaks, “Yes Ma’am. I’ll show them in.”
She looks up at us. “The Senator will see you now.”
I cock my head to the side. I can’t help myself. “You do know that ‘the Senator’ is my mother, right? I mean at home around the table, I don’t say, ‘Excuse me, Madam Senator, would you please pass the salt?’”
“Yes, Miss Thomas. I am well aware.” She replies, pursing her lips and looking between me and Maddox. “I’m well aware of a great many things.”
“Screw you, you judgmental little toad.” I mutter under my breath as we pass her, heading into the deepest, darkest, chamber of horrors that is my mother’s campaign headquarters office.
“Behave yourself, Aves,” Maddox whispers in my ear. “For me. Please.”
For him? What about for me?
Mother is seated behind her gigantic, mahogany desk when we walk in. She doesn’t look up, much less stand. She waves her hand toward a couple of chairs nearby, and keeps reading the documents on her desk, signing pen in hand. I’m pretty sure it’s a gold Montblanc.
A minute passes. Maybe two. Maddox starts to fidget.
“You’ve made your point, Mother. Now you’re just being unspeakably rude,” I say, conjuring up a respectful tone to counter my words.
“Not calling me, ‘Mom,’ anymore?” She glances at me, her eyes cold.
“No. It doesn’t suit you,” I say, crossing my arms. I’m suddenly hyper-aware of my apricot sundress. It looks — and feels — frivolous in this room. I can feel Evelyn’s eyes burning into me.
She puts her pen down and and folds her spider leg-like fingers together in front of her, elbows on her desk.
“You two were unspeakably rude last night,” she says, her tone even. “However, after speaking to your father and several other guests, I understand there may have been extenuating circumstances that lead to the kerfuffle with Aaron Schilling.”
That is as close to admitting she was wrong as I have ever heard my mother approach, in twenty-five years of life on this Earth. Holy shit.
She turns her attention to Maddox. “Maddox, I’ve known you – and your family – a very long time. Your mother did her best by me. So...”
There is a long pause as she lets the idea of a reprieve set in.
“With that in mind, along with the information I received from the Mason’s about Mr. Schilling’s inappropriate behavior, I’m inclined to overlook the fact that you over-reacted to the incident. I realize that I hired you to protect Avery – keep her safe – and that you obviously take that obligation seriously. I’m glad you do. Because your job is about to require more public events where it may be necessary to intervene – I hope – in a somewhat more civil and inconspicuous manner, to protect Avery from advances like the one last night. And to keep her on the straight and narrow so she doesn’t bring scandal to this campaign.”
Jesus. I’m right here. You’re talking about me, but I’m sitting right in front of you.
“Yes Ma’am. Thank you for understanding,” Maddox says.
And that’s all he says. All his chivalrous bluster from last night is gone.
She turns to me. I feel a chill rattle down my spine. “Up until the thing with Schilling – which I’m still not entirely certain you didn’t provoke somehow...”
Is she fucking kidding me?
“… You did very well last night. I hear nothing but good things about you from people in passing. It’s like you’re another person with the rest of the world. Bright. Erudite. So well informed. And so gentile. Sometimes I have no idea who they’re even talking about. Be that as it may, you play well in the field and the press loves you. I need that.”
Evelyn informed me that I would be leaving school, effective immediately, to begin handling some of the early fund raisers and public appearances, as well as working with the PR team to begin preparing for print and cable news interviews. She had a schedule printed up for the next sixty days, which she handed to me for review. It was a ten-hour a day, six day a week itinerary – a full time job – starting this weekend.
Eating glass began to feel like a good alternative to the one in front of me.
“Mother. My school term is over in just a few weeks. At least let me finish the semester.”
She scowls. “You’re a political science major, dear. You can phone in your exams if need be. I wanted you to go to law school. That’s what was supposed to happen. But you went your own way and took the easy route. Sorry. Not an option. You have a duty to this family to play your part, starting now. You’ve had every advantage in the world given to you, and with that, comes responsibility. Get used to it.”
Or I could just slash my wrists and bleed out in a warm bath. That would make the papers. There is no such thing as bad publicity, right?
“Senator,” Maddox interjects. “You know, Avery deserves to have a say in this. She’s a grown woman, with a life and plans of her own. Maybe you could see your way clear to...”
“This doesn’t involve you, Maddox.” Evelyn snaps. “Except that you’ll be part of the security detail. Everyone in this family has a job to do, and I expect my daughter to do hers.”
I turn beet red, probably clashing with my hair and the damn dress all at once. The way she speaks to him feels like a slap in the face, but Maddox remains quiet, taking it in.
“You’ll do exactly as I say for the remainder of the election cycle, Avery Thomas.” I keep my eyes down. It’s hard to focus and keep my cool, but it will be worse if I look at her.
I don’t know if I want Maddox just to hold my hand or to stand up to my mother, but he doesn’t do either. That sick sadness sinks into me again, and I feel alone in the ice cold room until my mother dismisses us both and tells us to leave.
; We walk in silence back to the parking deck. Maddox opens the car door for me but doesn’t say another word.
On the drive back to my place, I let this new reality sink in. I have to give up everything for at least a year, maybe more, to please my mother and help her get elected to an office that – in my heart – I don’t want her to win. She’s not qualified for it. She’s corrupt. She doesn’t care about the most pressing issues facing the state, much less her constituents. She cares about consolidating her personal power and taking tribute from the corporations who want their agendas advanced.
Working to get her re-elected goes against every single thing I believe in. What kind of person would I be if…
“That went pretty well,” Maddox says, breaking the silence. He glances sideways at me.
I could not conceal the stunned expression darkening my face.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“I’m not fired, at least.” He replies, as if that’s the only thing that matters.
I haul in a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “You’re not fired.” I agree. “But I’m her ho, pimped like some piece of meat out on the stump, telling lies, reeling in the big fish.”
Maddox shrugs. “Just look at it like another weird life experience. You put your head down and get through it, then it’s done. Sort of like Afghanistan.”
Afghanistan? Really?
“You realize, if my mother gets re-elected, more of your buddies are going to have to go there, and to Syria, and back to Iraq – and a hundred other places? That she and her friends make money on every new deployment? On every bullet fired and million-dollar missile lobbed into the rubble of the Middle East? Put my head down and get through it? Good lord Maddox, don’t you realize I’d rather cut out my tongue than shill for that woman?”
He gives me a look of serious concern, showing a rising awareness that I haven’t seen in him before. Maybe he’s beginning to see how things really are. Maybe I can help him see.
“You know why I wanted to get my passport?” I ask him.