Jesus mother fucking, goddamn cheese, crackers, and holy shit balls.
“I think… I think if you don’t rail me like a dirty fucking whore over the back of this couch or by my throat against a window this very second, we’re going to have a problem.”
His brow lifts, and I gulp.
“Please,” I add.
The way his eyes rake over me makes me shift, makes me well aware of every little movement, breath, and blink. I want to know what he’s thinking, what he’s about to do to me.
Without a word, Maddox steps deliberately in front of the armchair to his left and picks up the back of the coat as he sits in it. I don’t know that I care that I just told him we couldn’t do this because Reed was sure to come through the door at any moment. If this was how Reed found out we were together, then so be it.
The aura surrounding Maddox as he stares at me has me not knowing what to do with myself. I’m not entirely sure I’m still breathing. Maybe I died the moment he came out of that room, and this is just my corpse living out the fantasy I’d been enamored with before.
His hands slide down to the ends of the chair arms, and he grips the padding with spread fingers.
“Crawl to me, beautiful.”
My knees hit the floor as if the ground was swept from beneath my feet.
A satisfied gleam lifts into his darkened eyes. I can see the outline of his dick already, as if the sight of me dropping to my knees has him going as mad for me as I am for him.
I want him in my mouth. I want him to hold me over his knees and break me like the actual character.
If he broke my back in this outfit, I’d thank him for it.
“Yo—are you—oh,shit.”
Reed.
Reed swings through the door and stops a foot from the door, the biggest grin I’ve ever seen on his face as he notices Maddox in his costume.
He doesn’t even see me on the floor, crawling in front of the television.
Maddox shifts narrowly in his seat as if he’s just watching the movie.
“Damn, Mads,” Reed goes on. “That’s insane.”
I pretend like I’m picking up something from the floor. However, there’s nothing down here.
Maddox kicks over a box of Skittles as he stands up, and I hit my head on the coffee table.
“Ow—fuck—” I sit back on my knees as Maddox takes the mask off, and Reed frowns at me.
“Ow,” I say again, rubbing my head. “Dammit, that hurt.”
“What are you doing in here?” Reed asks.
“Dammit. What does it look like?” I ask as I bend back over to pick up the candy. “I was braiding Maddox’s hair,” I say.
“Oh. Nice job. It looks fucking awesome,” Reed says, apparently stoked about their concert. “Tonight is going to be epic.”
“Fuck yeah,” Maddox agrees.
“James is out front already,” Reed goes on. “Want to change, and then we’ll head over?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Reed’s gaze moves to me as I stand. “You hitching a ride with us?”
