“Fuck.” He groaned. “Hearing you say my name is better than I imagined it in my head.”
“Take me to bed,” I breathed out. “Maybe you’ll hear me scream it too.”
In an instant, I was lifted, and we were moving across the room. The house was small, so it didn’t take long before I was dropped onto my bed. I shimmied out of my leggings and panties as he wrenched off his tie and went to work on the buttons of his dress shirt.
Completely sober, unlike last time, I watched his private strip show, biting my lip as more of his muscular body was revealed. He might not play anymore, but he hadn’t been slacking off in the gym. Not that I could tell, anyway.
He gave me a cocky smirk. “Like what you see, love?”
“God, yes.” I slid a hand between my thighs, desperate for relief. As good as my fingers felt rubbing tight circles over my clit, I knew having his touch would be better.
“Bristol.” His voice became strained as his jaw clenched and his eyes flared. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
His seemingly genuine words only heightened my arousal.
Look at you. Being a slut for a few compliments.
Well, can you blame me? No man has ever taken the time to offer them before.
That was all I needed—my subconscious reminding me that it had been a steady stream of losers before the man who stood before me half-naked.
They were in the past. They didn’t belong here.
Shaking the bad memories away, I continued to touch myself as Maddox undid his belt and shucked his pants. Clad only in boxer briefs, he approached where I lay.
Sinking to his knees beside the bed, he said in a husky voice, “Allow me,” as he tugged my hand away from my pussy before replacing it with his tongue.
I jolted at the intense sensation, and he chuckled against my core.
“So responsive,” he murmured before licking a path up my slit, focusing his attention on my throbbing clit.
My back bowed off the bed as he drew me higher and higher. Maddox pinned my hips with one forearm, holding me in place as he feasted between my thighs, seemingly deaf to my sobs echoing throughout the room as I shattered because he didn’t stop. No, he held me down as his teeth latched onto my clit, his tongue flicking furiously as he slid two fingers inside, roughly fucking me with his hand.
Screaming, I came a second time. This time, the pressure was so intense in the buildup that when it released, there was a rush of warmth between my legs as tears leaked from my eyes. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and it stole my breath away.
Maddox finally released his grasp and pulled away, but not far as his breath still fanned my slick flesh. The tiny puffs of air were almost too much, targeted where I was overly sensitive from two mind-blowing orgasms.
His head dropped to rest on my mound as our breathing leveled out.
“I’ll buy you a new mattress tomorrow.”
“What?” I lifted my heavy head to stare at him.
Peering up, his green eyes sparkled like emeralds, and a wolfish grin curved on his lips. “Pretty sure you soaked right through it when you squirted.”
In disbelief, I scooched further up the bed, eyes growing wide when I saw the massive damp spot where my hips had once been.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m mean—No. I don’t do that.”
Maddox crawled over it and closer to me, propping himself up on an elbow when he reached my side. His chest was slick, and he grabbed my hand, placing it directly over where his heart was slowly returning to a normal rhythm. “Damn near waterboarded me, woman.” I was mortified, but his face was filled with an amused grin. “Not a bad way to die, though.”
I wrenched my hand away. “Stop. It’s not funny.”
“You’re right. It’s not funny. It was hot as hell. I’ll be reliving it for years to come when I’m stroking myself in the shower. Spank bank sufficiently filled thanks to you.”
When I only stared at him, with my face flaming to the point where I knew it had to be beet red, he lifted my hand to his lips, kissing the palm. “Did you need any further proof that you’ve only been dealing with boys before now?”
Jesus. When he puts it like that . . .
