“Fuck yes,” Maddox groaned, his hand dropping to palm his hardening cock over the fabric of his jeans.
“Your turn.” I gestured to his clothes.
His sweater was gone in a flash, revealing his muscular torso. I bit my lip, eager to run my hands over every hard-earned ridge. His jeans were wrenched off next, leaving him wearing only tight boxer briefs that did very little to hide the size of his cock. My mouth watered, remembering the feel of it in my mouth while hiding underneath his desk.
“Keep looking at me like that, and this isn’t going to last very long.” His voice was low and rough.
I smirked up at him, easing the loose joggers down my thighs and kicking them away. “I’m not too worried. My boyfriendlovesto go down on me, so even if he’s a two-pump chump, I’ll leave satisfied.”
“Boyfriend, huh?” Maddox quirked an eyebrow, shedding his underwear and stroking his cock as he stepped up to the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on where I lay open for him.
“Is there a problem?” I teased, my fingers trailing over my breasts, over my stomach, intent on easing theache between my thighs.
“No. Sounds amazing rolling off your lips.” His hand clamped down around my wrist, moving it to the side as my hips bucked, searching for contact. “Oh no, you don’t. This is my pussy. It’s my job to take care of it.”
“Then do it already,” I whined.
He swiped a finger through where I was drenched for him, humming. “Goddamn, Bristol. You’re so fucking perfect. Every inch of you.”
His praise had my back bowing, trying to take him inside.
Maddox chuckled. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you, love?”
“Please,” I begged. “I need you, Maddox.”
“Fuck,” he cursed. “I can’t wait to hear you screaming my name all night long.”
That was the last thing he said before he shoved two fingers inside me and lowered his head. His groan at the first swipe of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. I fisted the sheets by my side, trying to hold back, but there was no stopping the orgasm that barreled through me—courtesy of his skillful mouth. I gasped as my vision darkened, my body trembling with the force of pleasure crashing over me in intense waves.
When he didn’t stop, I tugged on his hair, weakly trying to pull him away, too sensitive to handle any more. There was a momentary reprieve when Maddox lifted his head, his chin glistening with my arousal, a lazy smile on his face.
“That one was too easy,” he taunted. “Besides, you didn’t scream my name. Let’s try to do better this time, shall we?”
My mind was hazy, so it took a minute to register that “next time” meant right now. I got the message loud and clear when his teeth latched onto my clit, and his fingers pressed on the perfect spot inside me. The deep groanthat filled the air sounded foreign, but my raw throat suggested it came from me.
The pulsing of his fingers grew rougher as his tongue toyed with the sensitive bud he held hostage. Every muscle in my body coiled tighter and tighter in warning that I was about to shatter. There was no denying Maddox was staking his claim on my body—proving he owned my pussy—and I was more than happy to let him if it meant a lifetime of this.
Just as he wanted, it was his name I cried when I came on his tongue for the second time.
“Such a quick learner,” Maddox breathed against my inner thigh, where his head rested.
I couldn’t manage a reply as I sucked in huge gulps of air, my heart beating out of my chest. I was only vaguely aware of him crawling up my body, my eyes sealed shut even as tears leaked freely down my cheeks.
Maddox kissed a path across my skin on his upward trek, setting tiny fires everywhere his mouth touched. He paused to lick across my nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth. My whimper was barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in my ears.
Fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as he nestled his pelvis between the cradle of my thighs. I gasped when the length of his cock pressed against my seam. Maddox groaned into my neck, nipping at it as he rocked his hips.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. With how overstimulated I was, it wouldn’t take much rubbing against him to get me off again.
Rising on his elbows above me, Maddox captured my lips in a druggingly slow kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Breaking away, he said softly, “I’ll be right back, baby.”
He tried to move, but I dug my fingers into his back, holding him in place. “Don’t leave me.”
His forehead dropped to mine. “Gotta grab a condom.”
Right. Of course. It made sense. Except . . .
“How about you don’t?” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.
