“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby,” I murmur in her ear. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to someday see you all round with our baby.” Yeah, not so good at the romantic talk, but damn, just thinking of her all swollen has me harder than a steel pipe.
“As long as that someday is years away, I’m good with that,” she replies. “We both want to finish school, remember?”
“Yeah, baby, and get established. Just putting it out there is all.”
I finish washing and rinsing her off, and then help her out before drying us both off. When she goes to walk out, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bed. Today is all about her reclaiming what she thinks she lost. Crawling in next to her, I maneuver us so we’re face-to-face before I cup her cheek and gently kiss her as if we have all day. Before long, our tongues are dueling and she’s pressing up against me, chest to chest.
Lost in a haze of passion, I don’t realize that she’s pushed me onto my back and is now kissing down my chest toward my dick. He’s standing at attention and begging for her touch and I pray that I don’t react like a prepubescent teenager since it’s been so long. I moan when her lips cover the head and her tongue flicks out across the slit, swiping the pre-cum that has been steadily leaking. “God, Maysen, you’re killing me,” I moan. “Keep that up and I won’t last very long.”
She lifts her head while she continues to stroke me and grins. “We’ve got all night, baby.”
“This is supposed to be about you, not me,” I murmur.
“It is about me, Maddox, I’m taking back control,” she states before she engulfs my dick in her warm, wet mouth. Fuck.
“Maysen,” I warn, torn between grabbing her head and fucking her mouth and pulling away and pounding into her sweet pussy.
“Not gonna stop,” she mumbles, never ceasing her assault on my dick. When she cups my balls and slightly squeezes, I lose it and pour my release down her throat, calling out her name.
Spent, I flop back, breathing like I just did a four-forty sprint, as she crawls up my body, licking her lips. “Baby, why?” I ask.
“Because you’ll last longer now,” she replies, curling against me. At her words, I start chuckling because she’s right. It’s been eight long-ass weeks and I probably would have gotten in two or three thrusts before I came. This way, I can now worship her body until my dick’s ready to go again.
“So...it’s my turn now?” I ask, a teasing tone in my voice. I don’t let her answer as I palm one of her breasts and lower my head to take the nipple into my mouth.
I move back and forth, teasing both until they’re swollen and erect before I move lower, kissing and suckling as I go. When I make it to her pussy, I can see the evidence of her desire and I grin before spreading her legs. Time to make my girl go a little crazy. She wasn’t sure about it at first, but now, she enjoys it as much as I love doing it to her. I lick and gently bite the area where her thigh meets since I’ve found that it’s one of ‘those areas’ that turns her on. She starts to writhe the closer I get to the jackpot and I decide not to torment either of us any longer.
Long swipes of my tongue put her essence just where I want it—on my lips and tongue. I gently add first one finger and then two and begin thrusting in and out in time with my swipes. Glancing up, I see her head thrown back as she fists the sheets and I double my efforts to make her come. When I feel her pussy start to flutter around my fingers, I latch onto her clit, to send her over the edge.
“Maddox!” she cries out as I continue lapping at her juices until she makes a move that tells me she’s trying to get away from me and my ministrations. I slowly crawl back up her body and kiss her before I line myself up and enter her.
“God, I’ve missed this,” I murmur as I begin to thrust my hips and start a steady pattern.
“Harder, Maddox,” she cries, her arms pulling me closer for a kiss.
“Baby, not this time,” I whisper, trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone. “I’ll get us there, I promise, Miss Impatient.”
She lets out a little growl of frustration and I chuckle. “Someone sucked me off so it’s gonna take some time, remember?” I have this deep seated need to make love to her, to shower her with love and affection.
I stop for a second and grab a pillow and manage to get it under her hips, allowing me to slide in deeper. Her moans increase and I realize that she’s close. “You feel so good,” she murmurs. I feel her squeezing my dick and realize that even though it wasn’t that long ago that I came, I’m about at the end of my rope again. Reaching down, I lightly circle her clit with my finger and she detonates, her pussy nearly crushing my dick.
“Fuck!” I yell, as I thrust several more times before my release crashes over me. Breathing hard, I lean in and gently kiss her. “I love you, Maysen.”
“Love you, too, Maddox.” She closes her eyes and I take that as my cue that she needs what I refer to as her bliss time. It’s that time right after I’ve made my girl soar, she doesn’t like to be messed with, talked to, or otherwise interrupted in her glow.
I get up and walk to the bathroom and grab a rag and wet it. I clean myself and then rinse it out and wet it down with warm water. I go back into her bedroom and spread her legs. She has a lazy smile upon her face but her eyes don’t open as I clean her. “You take such good care of me,” she slurs through her sated haze.
“You’re my girl. I’ll always take care of you,” I reply.
“Even when I’m old and grey?”
“Yeah, baby, even then.” I climb back into bed and pull her into my arms and we drift off, curled into one another.
Maddox
Thanksgiving Holiday
Holy fucking hell! Smokey and Bandit are two crazy-ass motherfuckers! They are currently wrestling in the middle of a field over who is the sexiest out of the two of them. And let me tell you, they are going blow for blow. All of the kids are surrounding them and placing bets on which twin is going to win. “If you two don’t knock it off, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for an undetermined period of time,” Hannah shouts. But the tone of her voice doesn’t convince me she means a word of it.
“I can’t believe you two are doing this shit in front of the kids!” Nan states. “You should be ashamed of yourselves.”
“Nan, they’re like grown kids,” Hannah states in a whisper-yell. She’s awfully calm, just sitting there crocheting a baby blanket.
“Well, they need to grow the fuck up,” Nan mutters, throwing her hands in the air and stomping back into the clubhouse hollering Gino’s name.
“Wonder if she’ll spit in our food?” Smokey states. Right now, he’s on top of Bandit, who can’t respond because he’s face down and has a mouth full of grass and dirt.
My mom glances at me and says, “Christmas is at our house.” Pete, hearing her words, bursts out laughing.
“They’re just having fun, honey,” he says.
“Then play a game of flag football or something!” she exclaims.
“Honey, that’s what we were all doing when their argument started. You weren't out here yet. It was just supposed to be an innocent game,” Dad states. I can see the laughter dancing behind his eyes.
“This can’t be good for the kids to witness,” she replies.
“They’re used to it. Uncle Smokey and Uncle Bandit do this all the time,” Maysen says. “Last year, they argued over whether Jester was better than Duckie.”
“What? Wait, who are Jester and Duckie?” Mom asks. “Prospects?”
At her comment, Maysen loses it, laughing so hard she’s bent over holding her stomach. “No...uh...Jester is their dog and Duckie is their cat,” she finally stammers out.
“Are you kidding? I feel like I’m being pranked or something right now,” Mom states. “This is like a circus or something.”
“Try being the president of this motley crew,” Uncle Braxton says, coming up next to us. “It’s not easy, trust me. I buy Tylenol in fifty-five gallon drums.”
/> “Braxton! Don’t tell her that, she’ll never wanna come visit again,” Aunt Cara admonishes. “Grace, ignore the overgrown children. They’ve been fighting like this forever, but most of the time, they’re good guys.”
“Are you kidding me? Those two were most likely fighting in the womb,” Hannah deadpans. She’s not helping matters here, why can’t everyone step back and let Cara handle my mom? I feel my girl’s hand grab mine and I hold hers back.
“Hurry, while they’re talking we can sneak away,” Maysen whispers.
“Best plan I’ve heard all day. C’mon,” I reply. We stealthily leave the group and head toward the clubhouse, veering off to head toward the creek.
Not long after, we’re propped against a tree and talking when we see the other ‘kids’ coming, including Luca, who’s home on leave. “Oh my God, Luca!” Maysen squeals, jumping up from my lap and tackling him. He spins her around before finally standing her back on her own two feet.
“Look at you, short hair looks good on you,” she says. I’ve never worried about him because he’s my cousin and he has a protective streak a mile-wide when it comes to the girls. Standing, I walk over and give him the typical man-hug which has Maysen rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, well, I’m not too crazy about it,” he replies, rubbing his hand over his scalp. I remember how he liked to wear it longer and hide my grin. “But other than that, life is good.”
“Glad you got to come home,” I say.
“Okay, so I got a letter from my mom and she told me what happened to you, Maysen, but I haven’t heard what happened to the fucker who thought he could touch one of ours.”
Maysen stiffens but then says, “After I identified him, he was arrested. He was going to plead not guilty until several other girls came forward.”
“So, is he in jail or what?” Luca howls. I can see his fists clenched and know how he feels.
“Well, apparently, I was the luckiest of his victims,” Maysen whispers, “because he...he raped the other girls.” Luca’s face pales at her words and I shake my head at him to keep his cool. She’s worked through this shit but still has occasional nightmares. “So, because of them coming forward, he’s never getting out. Ever.”
“Someone needs to shut him up permanently,” Luca mutters. I definitely agree with him there, but know that him being locked up is the best we can expect, although I can hope that Uncle Braxton knows someone who can handle that. Maybe if that fucker was dead, her nightmares would stop.
Soon, all of us are sitting around a bonfire that we started and are getting caught up in each other’s lives. Rae is entertaining us with her dating exploits, but I know it’s all for show. She’s still carrying a torch for Jaxson, but has affected an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude around him.
“How was boot camp?” Jasper asks Luca. I know Jasper is a bit undecided about his future and what plans to make. He’s contemplated joining the armed forces but is still on the fence where the topic is concerned.
“Jesus, I had a drill sergeant that reminded me of the one in that movie, Full Metal Jacket. Honest to God, I’m glad I was in good physical shape because it was nothing for him to find an infraction and have us running in full gear for eight to ten miles.”
“Are you serious?” Jasper squeaks out. Keep going, I know DJ has voiced extremely loudly that she does not want one of her boys being in the service. She can’t check if their underwear is clean if they are too far away. I think it’s just an excuse because she’s scared to lose someone she loves so intensely.
“As a heart attack, man. They’re not all like that and my current squad leader is actually a pretty cool guy, considering he’s got a bunch of assholes like us to put up with.”
“Do you know where you’re going next?” Lily asks. “I know you’ve been stateside and doing different classes and shit, but Mom said something about you getting an assignment.”
“Japan,” he replies. “I’ll be stationed at the Embassy, which is in Tokyo.”
“Better start practicing with chopsticks, dude,” I say.
“Man, they’ve got those beginner ones for kids. You know what I mean, the chop sticks held together by rubber bands. I’ll be grabbing a few from the local Chinese restaurant before I head out on assignment.” We all burst out into laughter. I see my girl is feeling all comfortable, relaxed and carefree. And for the first time, I let go and just enjoy the atmosphere and our friends.
“What time are we supposed to eat?” Maysen asks, changing the subject.
I glance at my watch and realize that if we don’t head back, we’re going to face the wrath of Nan and Grandma Hazel. Standing, I grab the bucket and get some water out of the creek and put the bonfire out. “C’mon, y’all,” I holler, “you know how Nan and my grandmother get when anyone’s late for a meal!”
We all hurry back so we can wash up and just manage to get seated before Nan and Grandma Hazel come out of the kitchen, carrying bowls. “Where’s the turkey?” Talon asks.
“I’ve got it,” Hatch states, coming through with a platter that has the biggest turkey I’ve ever seen on it. Braxton is behind him carrying a huge ass ham and I realize that I’ll be running extra miles if I don’t wanna lose my speed.
* * *
Maysen
* * *
Today was such a good day filled with laughter, good food and family. Laying in Maddox’s arms, I ask, “Can we start a tradition? Just the two of us?”
“Absolutely, baby,” he replies.
“What are you thankful for?” I ask. We’re face-to-face right now and he pulls me closer. I can see him putting some serious thought behind my question so I wait as patiently as possible.
“My family, my scholarship, my friends,” he starts, “but mostly, I’m thankful for you and your love. I’m beyond thankful that you weren’t hurt worse than you were. I’m thankful that we get along so well, you’re my best friend and lover.”
His words bring tears to my eyes and as one trickles down, he gently wipes it away. “Why are you crying, baby?”
“You make me so damn happy, Maddox. I’m thankful and grateful for all of those things as well, and I’m thankful that where I tend to be impatient, you’re calm and reasonable. When I feel like life is going sideways, you give me balance. You’re the ying to my yang and I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”
“Woman, the only thing you didn’t add to that statement was that I complete you.” I burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
“At least I didn’t yell out ‘where’s the money!’” We laugh like a couple of hyenas with that because we just watched that movie last night and had a blast with those lines. We can do simple things like watching movies in each other’s arms and be satisfied. We aren’t your typical partying teenagers who are off and away at college.
“You’ll probably yell that later on down the road when you look at our joint bank account,” I tease. He’s never said we would get married, but I can’t picture myself with anyone else, whether we’re married or not.
“Naw, we’ll be rolling in it, so I won’t miss whatever you decide to spend,” he replies, laughing.
“What if I decide to line my closet with some sexy nighties?” I question, while running my finger up his chest seductively.
“They’ll end up piled on the floor,” he states, pulling me so I’m on top of him. Suddenly, I’m not laughing as I feel him beneath me.
“Oh yeah?” I respond, leaning down and kissing him as I wiggle on his lap.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. I begin kissing up his jawline until I hit his ear and nip it playfully.
As he continues to stoke the fire burning inside, I realize I’m thankful for one more thing—his ability to make my body bend to his will.
Maddox
Christmas Break
Thank fuck finals are done and over with! The two of us have spent the last few weeks since Thanksgiving break studying hard and now, we’re heading to my folks’ farm to spend Christmas. I can’t
wait because I’ve got a surprise for my girl.
“Can we do some shopping once we get settled?” she asks. “I’ve still got a huge list to buy for.”
“Absolutely.” I fucking hate shopping but I wanna spend all the time I can with her, so I’ll suck it up and go.
She starts laughing at my expression before saying, “I can always ask Danika or your mom, if you want me to.”
“Naw, baby, if we have a list and can go in and get what you want, I’ll be okay.”
“Maddox! That’s not how I Christmas shop! I have to check out the displays and touch things and with Rae and Lily, I make them ‘junk boxes’ so I have to go all over the store.”
Fuck me. Sighing, I reply, “Well, I better eat my Wheaties then, because I plan to spend every possible minute with you that I can.”
“My folks are planning to come up Christmas Day,” she says. “They’re doing Christmas with Talon, Claree and the kids on Christmas Eve, then the next morning with JJ, Rae and Jasper, and then they’re heading here.” Leave it to DJ to manage to see all of her kids, regardless of where they’re at.
“We need to make sure that we get something for JJ,” I state.
“He’s on my list, Mom said he’s really into Legos so I thought I’d find a set that he could do.”
“You know your dad will help him.” I laugh thinking of Hatch on the floor playing with his son.
“You laugh but he spent hours last year playing with the race car set that JJ got. They had qualifying races and all that shit. It was funny as hell.”
“Did your dad ever play tea parties with you girls?”
“Nope, but he did go get pedicures with us once.”
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