Maddox: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (Rock Hard Book 2)

by Lilian Monroe

  Were those moans I heard? I shook my head, putting on my headphones and starting a movie. Whatever Carter was doing in there, it sounded like he was enjoying it. Or maybe, I was so focused on Lacie that I was hearing women moan everywhere I went.

  By the time we landed, I was wound up so tight I just wanted to pull Lacie into bed with me. I found her at the baggage carousel.

  “Come to the Ritz with me,” I growled. She turned towards me, her green eyes gleaming.

  “I already have a room, thank you very much,” she grinned.

  “At the Ritz?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  Lacie laughed. “Not quite. I’m only a lowly makeup artist, remember?” She spotted her bag and I helped her pick it up before interlacing my fingers in hers.

  “You’re coming with me,” I said. “I’m holding your bag hostage.”

  She smiled and nudged me with her shoulder. “If you say so.”

  I got in the first cab I could and pulled her beside me. I didn’t even know where Garrett and Carter were. I’d see them tomorrow. Right now, I had more important things on my mind.

  My hands flew to her, pulling her close and tilting her chin towards me. I kissed her hungrily. Her hands ran over my chest, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. By the time we made it to the hotel, my whole body was on fire.

  I couldn’t stop touching her as I checked in, running my hands up her side, over her ass, along her spine. She leaned into me, and as soon as the woman at the front desk handed me my room key, we ran to the elevators.

  We were all over each other in an instant. Her hands were around my neck, pulling me down towards her. I wrapped my arms around her slim waist and pulled her close. My hands drifted all over her body, memorizing every curve.

  By the time we made it to the top floor, I was panting. Garrett, Carter and I had the entire top floor to ourselves. We each had a suite overlooking the city. I found mine and unlocked the door with trembling hands.

  “You nervous?” Lacie asked with a gleam in her eye.

  I glanced at her and laughed. “No, why?”

  “You’re shaking. It’s okay, I often have that effect on people. I’m pretty intimidating. I think it’s the height.”

  She stood tall, with the top of her head coming to chest-height and I laughed. I pulled her inside and ran my fingers up her spine, tangling my fingers into the hair on her nape. I tilted her head up towards me, grinning.

  “Intimidating, eh?”

  “I can tell you’re scared.” She ran her fingers along my jaw, tracing it back towards my neck. My heart was thumping. I crushed my lips against hers and kissed her harder than ever before. By the time I let go, we were both out of breath. She fell away from me, lifting her eyes towards the suite for the first time.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed. “This place is incredible.”

  She ran forward, spinning around the huge living room and walking towards the windows. She looked back at me with wide eyes. “Everything is so shiny!”

  I laughed, glancing at the chrome and marble and glass around the room. “I guess it is. I’d never noticed that before.”

  “I need sunglasses from all the glare in here,” she laughed, shielding herself form the huge chandelier above. I grinned, going to her and pulling her down to the long leather sofa. She giggled, falling on top me, with her legs across my lap. I brushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder, kissing her collarbone and groaning.

  “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” I growled, inhaling the scent of her skin. She nuzzled her head into my neck, kissing me gently. I traced the neckline of her dress over the soft curve of her breast as I groaned. My fingers pulled at the ties in the front of her dress until it fell away from her chest. I palmed her breast, feeling her shiver against me. Twirling my thumb over her nipple, I pinched it gently. She whimpered and my cock throbbed.

  “I love it when you make that sound,” I growled, pinching her nipple again.

  She whimpered again, pressing herself against my hardened cock.

  “You’re bad,” I said, and Lacie lifted her head up. She shifted her legs, straddling me on the couch. I could feel the heat radiating between her legs, and I watched, holding my breath, as she dropped the other strap of her dress and let it fall away. She reached down and pulled the dress overhead, so that she was completely naked except for the tiny pair of lacy black panties covering her sweet little pussy.

  I roared. I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder. I marched to the bedroom, my arm clamped over her thighs as she laughed. I set her down on the bed and she looked at the bedding, her eyes widening.

  “Rose petals,” she breathed. I stood next to her and pulled my shirt off.

  “I called ahead,” I growled. “I told you that I’d make you mine in a beautiful bed covered in rose petals. I said I’d treat you like the angel you are.”

  Her eyes widened and she pointed at my pants before sitting up in bed and reaching for the waistband.

  “Take them off,” she said, panting.

  “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I growled, pushing her hands away. “First, I’m going to make you come. Then, and only then, we can talk about my cock.”

  I spread her legs gently, running my fingers over those panties that were driving me wild. In one rough movement, I ripped them down her legs and groaned.

  “That sweet little cunt is all mine.”

  “I know,” she breathed, and I dropped my head between my angel’s legs.

  Chapter 14 - Lacie

  It had to be a dream. The past three days had just been a really vivid, incredible dream. What other explanation could there possibly be? How else could I explain that Maddox Knight, of The freaking Mondays, was currently tonguing my clit like his life depended on it?

  He reached up and pinched my nipple and I gasped.

  Nope, not a dream.

  I tangled my fingers into his hair and moaned. His tongue moved like magic over me. From my clit down to my opening, and then further down towards my tight asshole. I gasped when his tongue ran over my most forbidden place. It was so dirty. How could something so dirty feel that good?

  I quivered as he ran his fingers over my clit while his tongue circled my ass again and again. I moaned, twisting the bedsheets into my hands as the pleasure inside me started to build.

  “Maddox,” I moaned, turning my head and seeing rose petals crumpled in my hand along with the bedsheets. He didn’t respond, he just growled and kept rimming my ass harder. His fingers danced on my clit and my body shook.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I replied, breathless.

  “You like my tongue deep in your dirty, hot little ass?”

  I couldn’t reply. My head was spinning. I couldn’t think straight, or speak straight, or do anything except ride the wave of pleasure that threatened to crest at any moment. My fingers twisted into the bedsheets and I lifted my head, glancing at Maddox’s head between my legs.

  He saw me looking and grinned. Before I knew what was happening, his hands were on my hips and he flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my ass wide and diving back down to tongue it harder. He moaned and growled and groaned into me until I didn’t know if he was enjoying it more, or if I was.

  His fingers reached through my legs and slid inside me smoothly before running over my clit. He circled his tongue around my tight star and then eased it inside me as I gasped.

  He worked my clit and I exploded. I came so hard I screamed into the pillow, my back arching and my ass pressing back towards him. He held me down, driving his tongue and his fingers and his face into me as the pleasure crashed into me.

  When he sat up, I panted. I turned my head and watched him stand up and unbuckle his pants.

  “That was hot,” I whispered. “I’ve never…”

  “You’ve never had your ass tongued before?” He finished for me as his eyes drank my body in. I shook my head, turning myself onto my side and running my hand over his stomac
h. I traced the tattoos that covered his abdomen, and I felt every ridge of his stomach muscles all the way down to the base of his thick shaft.

  He exhaled when I wrapped my fingers around his girth, throwing his head back and pushing his hips towards my hand. I stroked gently, watching as his chest heaved up and down at my touch.

  Slowly, gently, I brought my lips to the tip of his cock. I kissed it softly, licking the bead of precum that had appeared. He groaned again, caressing his fingers along my jaw.

  I opened wider and took his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue as he watched me. I loved hearing him groan. I loved feeling the pulse running through his veins and knowing that it was speeding up because of me. I loved knowing that this man had made me come harder than I ever had before, and now I could return the favor. It was intoxicating to have that kind of power over a man as powerful as him.

  Maddox pulled himself away and shook his head. “I don’t want to come like that,” he said, his voice low and heady.

  “Maddox,” I breathed. “I want to taste you.”

  He growled. “You’re so fucking hot, Lacie.”

  “Let me taste your cum.”

  “I told you I would make love to you on a bed of rose petals the way you deserve to be made love to.”

  “I believe you called it fucking,” I grinned as I leaned back in the bed. “But yeah.”

  “So that’s what I’m going to do.”

  His eyes narrowed as he watched me. I let my hands drift over my breasts and down my stomach until they rested between my legs. I could see his chest moving up and down as his eyes went dark with desire. The tension between us was thick and heavy. He wrapped his fingers around his huge cock and stroked it gently. My eyes darted towards the movement and I gasped. Something about watching him touch himself was intoxicating.

  “So do it,” I breathed, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Fuck me, Maddox.”

  He didn’t wait another second. He was on top of me, crushing his lips against mine and dragging the underside of his cock through my sopping wet slit. I rolled my hips towards him, moving with the motion of his hips as gasping every time his cock nudged over my sensitive clit. His hands flew to my sides, to my ass, to my breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

  I sank my fingers into his shoulders and let them run down his back. He groaned, and I knew I’d be leaving long red marks where my fingers dug into his skin. I didn’t care. All I could think of was the thick cock that would fill me up completely as it dragged up and down between my legs.

  “You want it?” Maddox growled, his breath hot as it washed over my neck.

  “Yes,” I whispered, rolling my hips towards him again.

  “How bad?”

  “Please,” I said. “Please Maddox just fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours.”

  He grunted, shifting his weight and moving his cock. Then, I felt what I’d been dying to feel for three days. His thick, throbbing cock pushed inside me. I felt myself expand to accept him, sucking the head of his cock deeper inside me. My walls stretched around him as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside.

  With one long, powerful thrust, he pushed himself all the way in. I cried out, arching my back and digging my nails into his skin as he filled me up to the hilt. He paused, his heart beating against mine as my body adjusted to his size.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed.

  “Holy fuck,” Maddox replied. He dragged his cock out of me, so that just the tip was nestled inside and then drove himself deep inside me.

  From then on, I was in heaven. He fucked me hard and deep, until I screamed his name over and over. We crushed every rose petal on the bed as we devoured each other, limbs tangled and bodies glistening with sweat.

  Maddox wrapped his arms around me and rolled over so that I was straddling him, and I rode his thick cock until I felt dizzy with pleasure. He thumbed my clit and growled as I bounced on top of him, urging me to come for him.

  “Make that pretty little pussy come all over my cock, Lacie,” he commanded. “Cover me with your candy-sweet girl cum.”

  I came. Just like he said, I covered his cock in my honey and rode wave after wave of pleasure. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me and driving his cock deeper inside me. With his hands on my body, and his lips on mine, my walls contracted around his throbbing shaft as the orgasm ripped my body to a million pieces.

  The pleasure only intensified when I felt his cock get impossibly hard. I rolled my hips towards him, grinding myself against him as he pulled me closer. He moaned, holding me close as his cum splashed against my womb and filled me up with his thick, white seed.

  I shivered, moaning gently into his chest as he stroked my hair. Neither of us could speak. I could hardly breathe. My body was in ecstasy, and all I could do was hold on to him as he cuddled me close. He leaned back, pulling me down to lay on top of him. He was still inside me, and I could feel his cock pulsing as my own body twitched against it.

  He chuckled. “You trying to milk every drop?”

  “My body is acting of its own accord right now,” I laughed. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, tangling his fingers into my hair and inhaling as we melted together.

  Chapter 15 - Maddox

  How do you ask a woman to marry you? No, that’s not what I was wondering. What I meant was: how do you ask a woman that you’ve only known for three days to marry you?

  As Lacie dozed off on top of my chest and I ran my fingers through her golden hair, the thought played on a loop in my head.

  Was it just because I wanted my inheritance?

  No.

  I knew it wasn’t it. It was Lacie. I wanted her. I wanted her forever, and I wanted only her. I never wanted her to feel any cock but mine, and I never wanted any other woman but her. No other woman to taste or feel or hold.

  But how could I possibly ask that?

  “Marry me.”

  Just like that, I guess.

  Lacie moved, her eyelids fluttering open prettily. She smiled and frowned at the same time. “What?”

  “Marry me.”

  She shifted her weight, lifting her head. Her hands were on my chest to support herself. She picked up a rose petal that was stuck to me and flicked it away. “You heart is racing,” she said. “Are you being serious?”

  “I’m supposed to get married, and I only want you.”

  “You’re supposed to get married?”

  “It’s a long story.”

  Lacie laughed. “Well, apparently we have ‘till death’, so I’ve got time.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “No! I mean, I don’t know! This is crazy, Maddox! What are you talking about?”

  “I’ll give you a hundred grand.”

  Her eyebrows drew together. “Are you okay? What is going on? You’ve known me for three days. Are you like high off sex or something? Or high off something else? You want to give me a hundred grand to marry you?”

  “I’m high off you, that’s a distinct possibility. But I’m serious. My lawyer told me that in order to inherit the money my parents left me, I need to marry someone. My sister is trying to get the will thrown out, so I don’t have much time. You’re the top candidate right now,” I grinned.

  Lacie laughed, smacking my chest and rolling her eyes. “Don’t I feel special. You sure know how to woo a woman.”

  She frowned, staring deep in my eyes. “You’d really give me a hundred grand?”

  Something stung in my chest. I knew it was crazy, but I wanted her to marry me for me, not because I would pay her to do it. But how could I ask that of someone I hardly knew?

  “Yeah,” I replied simply.

  She blew a breath out of her mouth. “I could use a hundred grand,” she said. “That would take a lot of stress off.” Her eyes drifted off, and sadness clouded her face. I’d never seen that in her before.

  “I’ll give you two hundred,” I said.

  Lacie laughed. “If you insist.” She sat up beside me, running her hand throug
h her hair. My eyes drifted to her bare breasts, and I ran my fingers along the side of one of them. She shivered, and then shook her head.

  “That’s insane. I can’t marry you.”

  “Why would a hundred grand take stress off you?” I asked, peering at her face.

  She caught her lip between her teeth, hesitating.

  “Tell me,” I whispered, running my hand up and down her side. “You can trust me.”

  “My mother is sick. Brain cancer—glioblastoma. It’s really aggressive, but there’s this experimental treatment that she’s eligible for. Our insurance doesn’t cover shit. I can make the first payment, but beyond that…” she trailed off, looking out the window at the New York skyline. I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her temple.

  “Jesus, Lacie,” I breathed. “I had no idea.”

  “Not many people know. Morgan and Vee know, obviously. But it’s not something I really broadcast.”

  “You don’t have to marry me,” I said quickly. “I’ll give you the money. How much do you need? You don’t have a car, do you? I’ll buy you a car too, so you can take her to her treatments.”

  Lacie laughed, lifting her head and looking at me. “Well now I don’t know. I was kind of getting used to the idea of being your wife.” Her eyes shone and my heart thumped in response.

  “Yeah?”

  “And you wouldn’t get the money if I didn’t marry you, would you?”

  I shrugged. “I’d find some mail-order bride or something. I’m sure I could find someone to take my money and marry me.”

  Her eyes widened and a blush stained her cheeks. I chuckled.

  “What,” I said. “You jealous?”

  She bit her lip again, and then burst out laughing.

  “Yeah,” she admitted. “I don’t like the thought of you with someone else. Even if it isn’t real.”

  I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “This is real,” I whispered.