“Hazel, you sure?” he asked, as his hips lifted closer. He was trying to take things slow for my sake, which made me want him more. He cared and wouldn’t take advantage. He knew where I stood with him and accepted whatever I had to give him. I smiled and chose to press a kiss to the broad head of him as my answer.
His hands went to my ass, lifting me up and over him to straddle his face. The intimate position spurred me forward as he brought his tongue to my clit. I moaned against his dick and licked him like the sweetest lollipop before he took my concentration away.
Eagerly we licked and sucked each other between breathy moans and groans. His fingers joined his tongue’s assault on my pussy, and I screamed from the fullness. His hips pumped in sync with my mouth bobbing over him, my hand going to the base of him where my lips couldn’t reach.
“Fuck you’re gonna be the death of me. Your pussy tastes so fucking good.”
The scratching of his lightly trimmed beard rubbed me in all the right places. “I’m gonna come.” My body tensed, as the waves of pleasure built in my toes and worked their way up, up, up, and then crashed over me.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing the shit out of my fingers. Give me everything.” He sucked my clit as his fingers moved harder and faster, pumping in and out to ride out the world-consuming orgasm taking me under.
“I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna swallow it,” he growled and while I knew I didn’t have to do as he said, his command made me want it. When his hips surged up, and he roared into the room, I attached my lips to his throbbing sex and swallowed every drop he released.
I rolled off him and hummed from pure bliss. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. With the high of our orgasms ringing in my head, another line to the song I’d been working on weeks ago hit me.
“I’m feeling the muse right now. Care if I go write?” I didn’t know post sexual acts protocol with him.
A loud smack on my ass echoed around the hotel room.
“Get to work.” He smacked my ass again, then leaned over to kiss where he’d reddened the cheek.
I squealed from his kiss becoming a nibble and ran from the bed before I became tempted for more of his addicting body. I needed to get the words in my head down on paper and grab my guitar before I forgot them.
I wanna laugh and feel with him. In my heart I know it’s true. The only love I’ve ever wanted is you.
Chapter Twenty- One
Maddox
We’d tasted each other, and then she worked on her music like she’d die if she didn’t get it out of her head. Despite wanting to make her come again and again I slumped in relief against the bed. She wasn’t ready for all I had to say, and I didn’t know if she ever would be. She wanted me to take her hard and fast because of her heated need, but also because the intimacy of savoring the moment left her worrisome. She had too many issues in her head and didn’t want to deal with them right now. I got it, shit, I had my own demons to battle with. However the difference between us is I knew she was always meant to be mine, and we’d deal together. She’s been alone, and me being the person who hurt her the most, she lost that trust in me.
I’d earned some of it back though, and I’d keep fighting until I had it all. She’d given me a kiss on the cheek before settling in her chair and scribbling in a green notebook. She chewed on a pencil while the lyrical words came to her, then would write them down. I smiled seeing her so happy and flowing with her passion.
She loved her Hero Society duties, but being a musician fed her soul in a way nothing else could.
“I wanna laugh . . .” she murmured to a tune in her head, and tapped her fingers against the notebook.
We left for the airport after an hour of her writing, and she jumped right back into her lyrics once we took to the sky. I gazed out the window at the clouds to come up with a plan for the Collector at Hazel’s show. Hazel would be playing at the Bella Donna Club in two days. How the Collector knew that was a mystery since she was to be a surprise guest. And she wanted to stay in the city for a couple days before heading back to her oasis home to record what she’d been working on.
A sort of electric hum buzzed beneath my skin. My power was readying itself for a meeting with the Collector.
We hit minor turbulence and I hoped it wasn’t from my antsy emotions the closer we got to Seahill Airport. Hazel folded her notebook into a bag and looked out the window like she hadn’t realized we were almost home.
“Wow, I must have really been in the zone there.” She stretched and I stared at her tits.
“See something you like?” She shimmied a little, shaking them for my pleasure.
“No.” I smirked, and little red flowers popped up in her hair. I laughed, unable to keep it in as she pretended to get upset about my obvious lie.
“Would it make you feel better if I put my mouth on them?” I asked as the captain declared we would be making our descent. She buckled herself up and lifted her shirt up to her neck, exposing her breasts for my view. Thank fuck for her private plane.
“Sure, come and get them,” she teased, thinking the seatbelt sign would stop me from latching onto her nipples. I unlatched my buckle and walked the short distance from my seat across from her.
“Maddox, you shouldn’t be moving about the cabin!” she half-shrieked, half-giggled while pulling her shirt down.
“You shouldn’t have teased me with your sexy tits.” I squatted before her and lightly bit her hardened nipples through her shirt.
“How is it I can go without a man for ages, but with you I can barely stay away?” She groaned, and manly pride heated within me. I didn’t want her craving anyone but me.
