When he looks up and spots me topless walking over to my side of the bed, I see his eyes narrow, but he still doesn’t say anything. His eyes track me as I move through the room, plug my phone in as well that I snagged off the dresser, and then snuggle up under the covers, facing him.
He gets under the covers, but lies facing up, eyes cast toward the ceiling, hand behind his head.
And then . . . silence.
What game is he playing?
I am freaking topless in bed with him, wearing just a thong, clearly ready to start all the sexual touching, and he’s not even looking my way.
Annoyed, I reach out and place my hand on his chest where I caress his nipple, circling around and around as my eyes focus on the thin sheet that’s covering his bottom half. I watch as it starts to rise, which means he’s playing hard to get.
Ready to play his game, I scoot in closer and glide my hand up and down his chest. The whole time he remains almost unaffected, and if there was no bulge I’d think he’s made of stone.
“You pitched so well tonight,” I say quietly, seductively, at least I try.
“I felt good out there,” he answers, his voice smooth. “Felt even better bowling tonight.”
“Why’s that?”
He finally turns his head and smiles at me. “The entire time you’ve been here, I feel like you’ve kept me just slightly off balance, but tonight . . .” He smiles even larger. “Tonight, I was the one who threw you for a loop.”
Truth. I was beside myself watching him with his buddies, shirt off, laughing and having a good time. I’ve never seen him sexier.
“You didn’t throw me for a loop, I was just . . . distracted, that’s all.”
He shifts to his side, facing me now, one hand under his pillow, the other reaching out to me and shifting my arm to the side, exposing my breasts. He licks his lips and then slowly drags one of his fingers over my nipple. Immediately my legs clench together, as a dull throb starts to thrum.
“What distracted you?” he asks. He pinches my nipple, pulling a gasp past my lips as my back arches into his touch. He lets up and then rolls my nipple between his fingers, and the callouses on his fingers over my sensitive nub, the firm, confident grip . . . it’s one of the most satisfying feelings I’ve ever felt.
Consuming.
So simple, but so consuming.
“Uh . . . what?”
He chuckles, that heady laugh like a fresh breath of air to my lungs. “What distracted you while we were bowling?”
“Oh,” I sigh, as his palm starts to massage my small breast. It barely fills his hand. I glance down to watch his tattooed hand kneading my soft flesh, and it’s so sexy. Losing track of what’s going on, I say, “Why are we talking?”
More laughter, but this time it’s more clipped, gruff, as his hand slides away from my breast and down my side to my thong. His hand slips under the elastic waistband and he grips my ass, pulling me closer. “I won the bet. I want to talk.”
“You want to talk?” I ask, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as I try not to lose all self-control.
“Yeah, let’s talk.”
I’m about to protest when he sits up and leans against the headboard and then pulls me up on top of his lap. A large smile crosses his face as his head leans against the headboard, and his hands slip under the string of my thong and fall to my backside.
Topless and turned on, I shift on his lap where I feel his hard erection beneath me. I center myself just right so when I start to rock on top of him, it eases some of the pressure already building.
“Talk to me,” he says, not stopping me from moving on top of him, but slowing me down.
I press my hands to his chest and look him in the eyes. They’re lazy, almost unfocused, enjoying the moment. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Tell me what you like.”
“You know what I like,” I say, feeling his long, hard ridge, rub against my soft center. That feels so good. “I like recycling cans, animals with human names, lavender soap scrubbed in all my areas—”
“No, Kinny.” He smirks. It’s wicked. “What do you like in bed?”
“Oh.” My cheeks burn feverously as I stop my hips. “That was stupid of me.”
“No, it was fucking adorable.” He encourages me to move again, so I do, and this time I feel so much more aware.
“What do I like?” I bite on my bottom lip and bring my hips almost to his stomach and then ease back. “I like everything. There really isn’t anything I haven’t done.” I wince. “Does that freak you out?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No, it excites me.” He stills me and says, “Lift up for a second.” I do and he slips his boxers off and when I lower back down, the sensation of his bare cock between us sends a wave of lust straight to my core. “I want to know what you really like. What. You. Need.”
His hands float up to my breasts. He covers both of them and then slowly pulls at my nipples. My head falls back and I gasp.
“Are your tits sensitive, Kinsley?”
“So sensitive,” I answer on another gasp, when he pinches.
“What happens when I roll your nipple between my fingers? What do you feel?”
Taking a deep breath as he does exactly what he’s saying, I steady my hands on his shoulders and I say, “It’s like this bolt of lightning that zips through my body, turning on every nerve ending I possess. It’s consuming and invigorating.” I look him in the eyes. “Because it’s you. Feeling you hold me, your touch, your sigh against me, it’s a thousand times better than any guy before you. Because it’s you, Maddox. It’s because I’m madly in love with you. It’s because I can’t imagine myself with anyone else . . . ever.”
His hands stop, mid pinch, and he shifts me off his lap. My heart plummets to the floor, my worry ratcheting up as if I said something wrong, but when he reaches for my thong and pulls it off me, I relax into the mattress and watch as he lowers his body over mine and presses his chest against mine. His arms hold him up on either side of my head.
One of his thumbs barely caresses my cheek as he says, “I’m so far fucking gone where you’re concerned, Kinsley. I think I always have been. I never gave myself away, not even with Jamie, because I always knew this is where I would end up, with you, my love, my soul . . . my home.” He lowers his forehead so it touches mine, and my hands glide up to his cheeks where I grip him tightly. I spread my legs enough to feel his cock fall between them.
“Then kiss me, Maddox. Make love to me.”
Eyes searching mine, he doesn’t move at first, just stares at me as I wait breathlessly for his touch. A pattern forms from both our heartbeats—my rhythm heavier, faster than his—yet they still fit together perfectly.
His eyes close and his head tilts to the side so slowly that I feel like I might pass out from the wait of his lips as his nose grazes along my cheek, down to my jaw, to the crook of my neck where he inhales deeply. He presses a soft kiss to my collarbone and then trails his lips back up my neck to my chin, across my jaw and to my ear where he pauses and whispers, “I love you, Kinny.”
The light whisper of his voice and the promise of his words cause goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. Maddox works his way back to my mouth and captures my lips with his.
Slow, almost leisurely, Maddox takes his time, his mouth opening in cadence with mine, but slowing me down to almost a snail’s pace as we close, then open together. His lower half starts to move against mine, his cock playing with my entrance but never giving me exactly what I want. A rock of his hips, enough to make my nipples go hard, my legs to fall open wider, and for all my pleasure to instantly meet between my legs.
His tongue swipes into my mouth as he barely lifts his upper body off mine, where he possessively grips my jaw with his hand his thumb under my chin angling me up as he dives his tongues further into my mouth, his hips driving into me the same time, his rigid length sliding along my center.
“Ohh,” I moan into his mouth, as he
repeats the movement, his cock sliding right along my slit. “God, yes.”
It’s all I can say before he captures my mouth again, his grip on my jaw growing tighter, as if he’s preventing me from saying anything, but rather letting it build at the base of my throat as his mouth devours mine.
Carefully.
With passion.
With pleasure.
I’ve never been kissed like this before, so well-thought-out, as if he knows precisely what to do, like there’s a blueprint to my mouth and he’s working his way around it until I’m a pile of mush beneath him.
His tongue swipes against mine, his lips suck on my bottom lip.
They nibble.
I groan.
They pull.
I shift beneath him.
His hips rock faster.
I bring my legs up to his chest and he presses down on them, spreading them wider, exposing me to the air, to his pumps, to the slap of his skin against mine.
And he’s still not inside me. As he continues to rock, I feel the cool metal of his piercing rub against me, the thickness of his cock getting me ready, and the smooth strokes of his hips preparing my body with a tidal wave of heat that’s collecting at the base of my stomach, ready to spring forward and shoot through my body.
My body tightens up, my legs start to tingle, and my head falls back as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm start to take over.
“I’m going to—”
Maddox pulls away and sits back on his heels. Both hands go to the back of his neck as he stares down at me with a wicked smile on his face, his muscles rippling under the moonlight.
I sit up on my elbows, my lungs sucking in air. “You stopped.”
He nods. “I don’t want you coming yet.”
I press my lips together and take a deep breath. “Okay, what do you want?”
“Suck my cock, Kinsley.”
It’s not a demand. It’s a plea from the throaty tone in his voice and the desperation in his eyes. He doesn’t have to ask me twice. For too many minutes to count, I hovered over his incredible cock in the kitchen days ago. How I wanted to bend lower and take him into my mouth. To suck an orgasm out of him. And now with the offer to taste him?
“How do you want me? Hands and knees?”
His eyes darken even more and he nods as he gets off the bed and stands at the edge, the perfect height for me. I get up on all fours and scoot toward the end of the bed where I reach out and take the base of his cock in my hands.
I start with my tongue, licking up one side as I glance up at Maddox. His eyes squeeze shut and I hear him sigh as both hands go to my hair, keeping it out of the way so he can watch me.
I lick the other side and then swirl around the head, to the top where I play with the small hole, only to float back down the underside, along a very sensitive vein that causes him to suck in harshly. He spreads his legs wider and then leans over, keeping one hand in my hair, and the other glides down the slope of my back, to my ass, where he plays with my hole for a few seconds before swiping down to my arousal. His closeness gives me better access to his balls so I lean my head to the side and bring them into my mouth, sucking gently, but just enough to drive him crazy and cause him to mumble.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Keep that up.”
Contorting my body so my ass is up in the air, but the upper half of my body is twisted so I can reach his balls, I squeeze his cock and start to pump while sucking a little harder on his balls.
“Yes, don’t be shy. Suck them hard, babe.”
My bet is that Maddox has a high tolerance for pain, and given his tattoos, I could almost assume he gets high off pain, so I squeeze his cock even harder and bring all the blood to the tip where I hold it there, using my index finger and thumb like a vise and then I pull on his balls.
He grunts something intelligible and falters, his body falling forward before he sucks in a harsh breath.
“Jesus, fuck.”
Releasing his balls, I lap my tongue back up his shaft, let go of the head, and quickly bring him into my mouth, moving past my gag reflux, taking him deep. Anything he was doing to pleasure me has completely stopped. He’s holding on to my hips now, letting me devour him. His moans and grunts and pleas are music to my ears.
One hand on his thighs, I feel them start to tense and I know . . . he’s about to come.
Chapter Twenty
MADDOX
Don’t fucking come.
Not right now.
Not with your dick so deep in her throat.
But it feels so fucking good, I can’t find the willpower to stop. I can’t . . . pull away.
My balls tense and fuck, I’m about to push past the line of no return when she pulls away and sits back on her heels. Looking me dead in the eyes, she licks her lips, like she just had the best popsicle of her life, and smiles . . .
“Fuck . . . you,” I say in a teasing tone that causes her to laugh. She pushes her spunky hair to the side and scoots back on the bed. It’s already fun, so I can’t even fucking imagine what it will be like once I get inside of her.
“Treat others how you would like to be treated, Maddox.” She stands on the bed and unsure of what her next move is, I grab both her legs and flip her to her back.
Before she can ask what I’m doing, I bring her legs over my shoulders and lower my mouth down to her inner thigh where I kiss her. Her head falls back to the mattress and her arm drapes over her eyes.
“Hell, you’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
I don’t answer. I concentrate on teasing her in circles. Moving my lips up and around her thighs, creating a pattern with soft, featherlike kisses. Goosebumps spread over her legs, her pelvis tips up as I get closer to her pussy but never actually touch her there. Not yet. I want to drive her crazy first and from the look of her breasts rising and falling so quickly, I’d say I’ve brought her there.
When she was fucking me with her mouth, her evil yet beautiful mouth, I tested how wet she was and fuck, she was drenched. My fingers slid through her easily, it was hot, even hotter when she tried to move along my hand.
I’ve never been with a girl like Kinsley before. So open about sex, not shy in the slightest, and wanting everything just like I do. My sexual spirit, counterpart, the person that was made specifically for me.
“Maddox, Christ, I’m going to come with you just kissing my thighs,” she says on a strained moan.
“Are you throbbing, baby?”
She nods and groans when I kiss her pubic bone and move farther south, right above her slit where I kiss her. She’s smooth, waxed, and she smells like goddamn heaven. I reach up and spread her with two fingers.
Her breath catches, her little nipples poke up toward the ceiling, and my mouth waters just thinking about sucking them again. I’ve always wanted to know what her tits look like, and seeing them at this angle, just the slightest mound on her chest, fuck, I like them so much.
Perfect.
She’s so fucking perfect.
Unable to control myself, her tits my new favorite plaything, I smooth my other hand up her side and take one of her nipples between my fingers as I press my tongue against her soaked clit.
“Oh mother . . . fucker,” she cries out, her back arching off the mattress, one hand falling to the stands of my hair where she pulls hard.
I twist her nipple, loving how I can be rough with her, which seems to turn her on more. From appearance alone, you’d never think this little pixie of a woman would be a freak in bed, but she is, and she’s all fucking mine.
Keeping pressure on her nipple, I roll my tongue over her clit, quickly addicted to the way the nub feels against my tongue, how it hardens, how her legs squeeze my head, how she sounds when she’s completely lost in the feeling of her impending orgasm.
“There, yes, right there, Maddox. Oh my God, you’re good at this. You’re so good.”
My balls tighten. The rub of my cock against the mattress is starting to get me off—that’s how har
d I am right now—so instead of finishing her off like this, I pull away.
“No, please. I need to finish. Maddox.”
“I need inside of you. Now.” I hold my cock to her entrance and ask, “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.” She nods.
“Damn.” I smile as I ease my cock inside of her. “I was hoping you weren’t.” I wink and her legs spread wider, opening up.
“Are you saying you want a baby with me?” Her arms wrap around my neck, bringing me closer.
“Kinsley, I want everything with you,” I say, bringing my mouth to hers as I rock slowly inside her. Small thrusts in and out, taking her inch by inch. The deeper I go, the tighter her grip grows on me until I’m just past halfway and she pulls away from my mouth, her eyes wide, her face in disbelief.
“Want all of me, baby?”
“That’s not all of you?”
I chuckle and take both her hands in mine, linking out fingers. I lock them against the mattress, holding her in place . . . and thrust all the way in. Normally I wouldn’t be so hard, but this is Kinsley. I know she can take it, and I know she wants it.
“God, yes,” she cries, her voice so full of emotion, it almost sounds like she’s crying. “Oh my God, Maddox.” Her eyes flutter open and they smile up at me, turning lazy, heady, like she’s ready to go for the ride of her life. “I want to feel it all.”
I can make that happen. I roll to my back, taking her with me, placing her on top. The minute she settles, her hands fall to my pecs where she grips them tightly, her thumbs passing over my nipples.
Hell . . .
“Pinch them,” I say through clenched teeth.
Not taking one second to fumble around, she grips both my nipples and pinches them . . . hard.
A hiss escapes me as she lifts up on my cock and slides back down. It isn’t fast. It’s more torturous for both of us, but it’s the perfect speed to drive us both crazy with need. I want to move her faster, I want to roll her back over and fuck her hard, but I give her, her moment.
I put both hands behind my head and let her ride me, let her take control, give us both incredible pleasure. And she does just that.
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