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by Rhian Cahill


  “Oo…”

  “You like that?” He increased the pressure of his caresses. “What about this?” He pinched the hardened tips between thumbs and fingers. Gave a little tug to sharpen the sensation.

  “Oh god.” Madison’s head fell back against the wall, her eyelids fluttering closed.

  Yeah. She liked that. He gave her nipples another pull. “Mad, we’re gonna ditch the pants now.”

  “Okay.” It was more moan than word and Toby grinned.

  Before she regained her wits, he popped the button and lowered the zip, then shoved her pants over her hips and down her legs. And just about swallowed his tongue.

  Her undies—if you could call them that—matched the bra. Like the bra, the lace was sheer, the sweet curls beneath it playing peek-a-boo and torturing him with the temptation of what the scrap of material barely concealed.

  “Fuck, woman. You are so living up to your name.” He trailed a finger across the top edge of lace, hip to hip. “Baby, you are going to drive me completely mad if I don’t get you out of these now.”

  Toby didn’t wait for Madison to answer, didn’t want to hear another argument. He tucked his fingers into either side of her undies and, dropping to his knees, took them to the floor.

  The sight before him took his breath. Then again, that could have been her scent. He’d never put too much thought into the way a woman smelled before. Or looked.

  But Mad’s pussy looked and smelled like the most decadent dessert, and Toby wanted to gorge himself on her.

  Leaning forward, he took a deep breath before burying his face between her legs.

  ***

  Madison’s breath caught in her throat right beside her heart. Toby had his mouth on her. Down there. She’d read about it. Heard about it. But she’d never had a guy kiss her like Toby was doing.

  He shouldered his way between her legs and the next thing she knew, her thighs were in his hands being pushed up until her feet left the floor. She’d known Toby was strong; she hadn’t realized how strong until now. He tossed her around as though she weighed nothing.

  Her back was pressed to the wall, her legs draped over Toby’s shoulders, and the man’s hands and mouth were firmly wedged in her sex. He licked at her. Sucked at her. Stroked and pressed, and everything inside her tightened into a ball of burning need.

  She’d had orgasms. Not with a man—but she’d learned her own body and given herself pleasure so she knew what was happening. Except it wasn’t like anything she’d experienced. Never had she felt this clawing desperation to reach while feeling the urge to turn back.

  This was…was…nothing she ever could have imagined.

  Overwhelmed by sensations too intense to grasp on to, she gave in—let them go.

  And shattered.

  A million brilliant lights flashed through her mind. Electric fire burst inside her, sending every nerve ending into spasms as her climax tore up everything in its path like a category-five cyclone.

  She thought she’d called Toby’s name. Thought she’d gripped his head to pull him closer—push him away. But when her heavy eyelids lifted, she saw nothing but white.

  For a split second she thought she’d gone blind—until she blinked and Toby appeared above her, his face stern. Was he angry?

  “Fuck. I have to get inside you.”

  He fumbled about, and she was on the verge of asking him what was wrong when his body pressed into hers, pinning her harder to the wall at her back, his strong thighs spreading hers. Gripping her knees, he lifted them towards her chest.

  “All the way in,” he growled against her mouth before thrusting his tongue between her lips.

  Madison didn’t get a chance to return his kiss. Or breathe. With a brutal shove, Toby drove his body into hers. He stretched her wide. Wider than was comfortable, and she couldn’t stop the cry from leaving her throat when pain exploded.

  “Shit. Fuck. Mad.” Toby cradled her face in his big hands, his thumbs stroking beside her mouth. “Breathe baby. That’s it. Take a deep breath for me.”

  She sucked in air and was surprised to find the pain dissolving into heat—warmth that tingled and spread. “I’m. Okay,” she panted.

  “No, you’re not.” He continued to touch her face. Gentle sweeps of his fingers that made her tremble and soften. “Take your time—and while you’re doing that, think about why you didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

  “I…I’m not.”

  “Mad, you’re so fucking tight, there’s no way you’re not.”

  She shook her head. “I’ve had sex.” Okay, it was once. Four years ago. But she wasn’t a virgin.

  Toby frowned. “I don’t want to know about anyone who’s been here before me. I don’t care. What I do care about is that I took you like some rutting stud and hurt you.”

  “It’s okay now.” She licked her lips, concentrating on the heat and want curling in her pelvis. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  He lowered his forehead to hers. “Dammit, Mad. It’s not supposed to hurt at all. Not like that anyway.”

  Madison could see his intentions in his eyes so she wrapped her arms and legs around him to hold him in place. “Don’t pull out.”

  “Mad,” he groaned.

  “No. I might not have a lot of experience but I’m not naïve. I know what I want, and that’s you. Like this.” She rocked her hips against him for emphasis.

  “Shit,” he hissed, and gripped her hips in his hands. Held her still in a firm hold. “I don’t want to hurt you any more than I already have.”

  “You’ll hurt me more if you stop.”

  Toby grinned. “Baby, I have no intention of stopping. But I can definitely make it better.”

  Chapter Seven

  Madison couldn’t stop herself from cringing as Toby withdrew from her sex. It might not hurt anymore but she was tender—hypersensitive.

  “Fuck.” Toby’s growled curse erupted around them. “C’mon. Let’s move this to the bathroom.”

  “Bathroom?” He’d promised he wouldn’t stop. “Toby—”

  “Don’t panic. We’re not stopping.” He cradled her in his arms and carried her deeper into the house. “We’re just going to do things a little differently.”

  She couldn’t argue with him when she had no real knowledge of what they were doing beyond what she’d learned from textbooks, from the conversations between other women…television and movies. So far, nothing he’d done to her—made her feel—had compared to what she’d known or imagined. “You’re the expert.”

  Toby looked at her with a frown. “Hmm…”

  The creases in his forehead drew her fingers and she smoothed them out. “Don’t worry. That’s a good thing. One of us should know what we’re doing.”

  He didn’t look convinced.

  Madison opened her mouth to explain further, only to have her words disappear on a gasp. Toby’s bathroom was unlike anything she’d ever seen outside of a magazine spread or on one of those beautiful-home type shows on TV.

  The far wall was glass; beyond it, a sweeping view of Sydney harbor. It wasn’t at all what she would have expected. Not that she’d thought about it, but shouldn’t a guy like Toby have black marble and gold fitting and lots of mirrors? In her mind, a bachelor like him would.

  That preconceived image certainly wasn’t the earth tones, chrome and glass she was seeing. Her gaze scanned every surface. From the floor-to-ceiling glass wall with it’s million-dollar view, to the soft caramel-colored tiles in the shower enclosure, to the smooth chocolate-brown tiles beneath his feet, to the dark brown timber counter with a pair of white basins sitting on top.

  Calming.

  That was the word to describe this decadent space.

  Toby walked to the sunken tub and placed Madison on her feet. “Two seconds.”

  She glanced around. “This is the most beautiful bathroom I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, the space inspiring hushed tones.

  He started the water in the tub. “I wanted som
ewhere I could relax after a grueling game. My brother helped me design the house then oversaw the build.”

  Her gaze darted to his. “You did this?”

  Toby grabbed her hand and tugged her closer. “I didn’t build it but the guys who did may as well have plucked the vision out of my head. When I bought the place it was a two-bedroom hovel that needed some serious work.” He undid her bra and slipped it from her shoulders; his fingertips grazing over her skin sent a shiver from head to toes.

  This man was one surprise after another. “Well, I haven’t seen much but it’s definitely not a hovel anymore.” Madison quivered as Toby ran his hands down her spine and pressed her up against the hard length of his hot naked body. “I—”

  “I promise to give you the full tour later. For now…”

  She squealed when he picked her up and stepped into the tub.

  He chuckled. “Relax. We’re going to get to know each other a little better before we get back to what we were doing in the hall.”

  The reminder sent another shiver through her.

  “Cold?” Toby lowered them into the water. “The water will warm you up.”

  Madison didn’t correct him. No point. Besides, he’d positioned her between his legs, her back to his front, his erection pressing into her, and his hands…lord, they were sweeping over her stomach and breasts in long caresses that had her moaning and rocking her hips.

  “That’s it. Go with it.”

  She had no idea what he was talking about—or when he’d managed to turn off the water and soap his hands—but thinking became impossible when the man used his big hands and fingers to explore every inch of her.

  “You’re so soft.” He squeezed her breasts. “And hard.” He pinched her taut nipples.

  Her back arched into his touch. “Toby.” She said his name on a gasp. A plea and a protest. For what, she didn’t have a clue.

  Toby’s lips brushed her ear. “You feel so good under my hands. My lips.”

  His lips trailed the slope of neck to shoulder while those hands travelled lower. He gripped her thighs and raised her legs, pulling them up and over his, opening her wide for his searching touch.

  “I’m going to learn all the things that make you tremble. Make you ache.” He spoke directly into her ear and made her do exactly that. “Then I’m going to make you come for me again, Mad. Like you did in the hall. You’ll do it again and again before I fuck you.”

  “Oh god.” His words sent shards of heat splintering through every cell. Her mind spun but it was her body that spiraled out of control when his fingers found her clitoris.

  Toby worked her with speed and skill. In no time, she was panting and begging for more. And he delivered.

  “That’s it. Take my fingers deeper.”

  “Please,” she hissed as razor-sharp pleasure arrowed through her sex.

  “You’re still so tight. Sucking at my fingers.” He nipped her ear, soothed it with his tongue. “I need you to come now, Mad.”

  He pressed his thumb on her clitoris, circled, pressed, circled. The fingers buried inside her twisted, stroked and pressed in time with his thumb, and something tripped.

  “Toby.” His name flew from her lips as the orgasm crashed into her.

  She writhed against him but he kept at her, his hand continuing to drive her higher. He slipped his other hand between them. Pushed it beneath her, between the cheeks of her bottom.

  Sensation exploded in her pelvis when Toby dragged the tips of his fingers over her anus. Madison’s mind fractured. Her body took over, rocking back and forth on both his hands as his fingers probed deeper. There were so many different nerve endings firing to life. Overwhelming her with pleasure—with a hint of pain.

  “God, Mad. You are so fucking sexy,” Toby growled in her ear, rocking his erection against her. “I need you to come again, baby. Need it like air.”

  He increased the pressure on her anus and her clitoris, probed deeper with the fingers buried in her sex. It was too much. Not enough. Right there, ready to drop her into the maelstrom of passion surging like a tidal wave around her.

  “Just a little more,” he whispered.

  Toby drove his fingers into her. Front and back.

  Madison went wild. Thrashed and bucked and lost herself in the rush of bliss taking her over.

  ***

  Toby couldn’t wait any longer. She’d taken three fingers with easy and he needed to get his cock in her now or he really would go mad.

  Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up and got to his knees, sat on his heels. She was small compared to him so spinning her around to straddle his lap didn’t take much effort. He hadn’t removed the condom he’d put on earlier, and never losing his hard-on kept the protection firmly in place, leaving him with nothing to do but sink inside her tight heat.

  He lowered her over him slowly. There was no way he wanted to hurt her again. But she was so fucking tight. Her walls engulfed him. Each millimeter of distance gained left him shaking and sweating and wanting to plunge deep.

  She slipped her arms around his neck, buried her face against his throat and moaned her approval as he worked her up and down his shaft. It took all his control to keep the pace slow. The need hurtling through him to take her hard and fast couldn’t be satisfied.

  Not this time.

  Once she was used to him he’d definitely fuck them both into oblivion but for now he’d settle for slow and thorough.

  Except Madison had other ideas.

  She followed him at first. Then she moved with him. Sitting up, her hands gripping his shoulders, she began riding him with a jerky rhythm that told him more than her tightness that she was inexperienced. But the human body was amazing. Instinct born from centuries of evolution kicked in and Mad rode him as though she’d been doing it all her life.

  Toby tried to slow her down by holding her hips, but she used internal muscles to squeeze—to milk his cock in a rolling wave of blinding sensation that had him driving up into her. He’d always been a fan of sex in the bath, but he couldn’t recall it ever being this good. This mind-blowing. She was annihilating his self-control with each stroke of her body over his.

  “God. Mad. I’m close.” He panted. “Come with me.”

  It wasn’t a request. He wouldn’t go over without her. He reached for her breast, pinched a nipple, twisted and tugged, before moving lower to the hard knot of nerves at the top of her pussy.

  She bucked in his arms.

  “Oh yeah.” Toby stroked in time with his thrusts. “C’mon, Mad. Come all over my cock.”

  Her hips picked up speed, the rock and roll driving her up and down his cock and into his hand at a frenzied pace that had them both gasping for breath and moaning with pleasure. He leaned forward. Slanted his mouth across hers and thrust his tongue between her lips.

  The kiss was aggressive. Desperate. They were on the cusp of release and neither of them seemed willing to go over first.

  “C’mon.” Toby pushed up harder. Faster. Pulled her down with his arm around her back.

  She whimpered. “Toby.”

  “I know.”

  They slammed together in a furious rush that sent water splashing over the side of the tub.

  “I feel it, Mad. It’s right there.” He pounded into her harder. “Let me have it.”

  She constricted around him, her orgasm finally breaking. Her pussy squeezed his cock until he had no choice but to follow her over.

  He came hard. Ground her down against him and emptied what felt like his soul inside her.

  Chapter Eight

  Madison couldn’t breathe—couldn’t move.

  Definitely couldn’t think.

  She tried to get something to connect. A thought. A word. Anything that wasn’t washed in the delirium of satisfaction that swamped her.

  Toby’s hold tightened. “You still with me?”

  She managed a nod. Half a grunt.

  He chuckled. “Yeah. Definitely that good.”

  Letting
her head roll to the side, she forced her eyes open and gazed at him. His eyes were hooded, their dark brown depths swimming with so many emotions. Satisfaction, triumph, pleasure, lust. The way he stared at her had her pulse skipping, heat rising—her body tightening.

  His mouth tipped up on one end. “Ready for round two?” He rocked up, his shaft hard inside her.

  Her eyes popped wide and her head snapped up from his shoulder. “Didn’t you—”

  “Absolutely did. But I’m not done with you.” He surged to his feet; water rushed around the tub, over the side, and, stepping out, he took her with him.

  “Toby,” she squeaked and held on.

  Grinning, he said, “Change of scenery.”

  He walked them into the bedroom, the one she’d missed on their earlier trek to the bathroom. Wasting no time, he got her on the bed, his body pinning her to the mattress, his hard penis still buried deep. How he accomplished that feat was a mystery.

  “Need to change condoms.”

  Madison gasped when he pulled out. Over-sensitized tissues protested, clutched at his retreating flesh with greedy contractions.

  Toby smiled wide. “Don’t panic. I’ll be right back.”

  She had no doubt he would be.

  But other doubts began to creep in. What was she supposed to do now? Was there some form of etiquette for this kind of encounter? Should she slip under the covers or remain on top?

  “Why the frown? Are you in pain?” Toby strolled into the room completely unconcerned by his nudity.

  And why wouldn’t he be confident? He was gorgeous. It was more than evident he looked after himself.

  “Mad?”

  Oh, right. “No. I’m not in pain. A little discomfort, that’s all.” She clamped her legs together and folded her arms across her torso.

  He arched one eyebrow. “Any reason you feel the need to hide?”

  “I…” Madison tried to swallow the ball of nerves in her throat. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “About?” He tossed a row of foil packets on the side table and climbed on the bed, stretching out beside her. But he didn’t touch her.

 

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