“It’s not like that,” I grumbled, sneaking my free hand up the back of his shirt. “I just?—”
“Get in the bedroom, Adrian.”
I blinked at him as my stomach tightened. The sound of my name on his tongue when he normally would have called meHayesdid something to me.
“Or what?” I asked with a grin.
He pressed his lips hard against mine with a low grunt. “That fucking mouth, I swear to fuck.”
I didn’t remember getting from the wall to the bedroom, going from fully dressed to full-monty bare, or how the hell I ended up head-to-toe with Maddox in a sloppy sixty-nine. But I was very cognizant of how my orgasm was snatched away with one quick squeeze of his grip around my balls.
“Not yet,” he warned.
“Not—? Are you fucking… what?What? Let me come. I need to come. I was almost fucking—oh fucking fuck!”
Maddox’s slick finger breached my hole, but his other handstill held my nuts in a vise grip. I clenched around him and sucked in a choking breath.
“Easy,” he said on a chuckle, moving his finger across my gland and lighting me up impossibly more. “What’s the rush, Hayes?”
I closed my eyes and fell back on the mattress, letting my knees fall open so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.
“Your body is offensively fine,” he said, like it was a disappointment. “Do you even consume alcohol? Preservatives of any kind? Jesus.”
He released my sac and moved his hand up the lower plane of my belly, his rough fingers catching on my happy trail.
I opened my eyes and watched his face. “Good, clean living,” I said, barely able to focus with his finger moving slowly in and out of me.
“Liar.” He turned around while simultaneously piercing me with a second finger. This one went in easier.
“Where the fuck did you find lube?” I demanded, feeling light-headed from the lack of blood available in my brain.
His low chuckle made my skin prickle. “Top of the bedside table, you naughty boy. Right where anyone could see it.” He leaned his head closer and nudged my cheek with his nose while his fingers began stretching me in earnest. “What were you up to last night, hm?”
“Had company,” I teased.
His face froze before his jaw tightened. “Oh.”
I grabbed the back of his head to keep him from pulling away. “I’m kidding, Jesus. I jacked off thinking of my grumpy videographer. What did you think?”
Maddox relaxed slightly. “I think you could get a hookup out here in two minutes, even though you’re twenty minutes from town.”
“I happen to have a hookup here. Didn’t even take twominutes. Just a blatant lie about not knowing how to drive in the snow.”
His eyes widened. “Wait.”
“I’m from Connecticut,” I reminded him. “I took my driving test in a winter storm.”
I suddenly realized I’d brought up the topic that had led to our discussion about his parents, and now it was my turn to freeze. “Shit, man. I’m sorry.”
His eyebrows crinkled before he realized the connection I’d made. His smile was soft and easy. “It’s okay. The wound isn’t fresh. But I sure as shit don’t want to talk about my parents when I’m getting ready to fuck you into this mattress.”
I ran my fingertips across the stubble on his cheek and chin. “How about we stop talking entirely?”
Maddox’s mouth crashed down on mine as his fingers pressed back inside me and thrust in deep, raking across the perfect spot as he pulled them back out again, leaving me suddenly empty and begging.
“We good to go bare, Adrian?” he murmured after another deep kiss. “I’m clear, and it’s been a while.”
Our eyes met. “Clear and on PrEP,” I breathed. “Yes. Bare.”
