Madison’s trembling,and it’s so reminiscent of our first time together, I inhale deeply to see if I get that pleasure again, but unfortunately, not yet.
“Too slow, darlin’,” I murmur in his ear as I replace his hand with my own, and the scream that rips from his throat is music to my bloody ears.
“O-oh, no…” Madison wails, and I cackle beside him.
“Oh, yes, my treat. Now, the real question is…” I taunt him as I drag my pointed glove around the slope of his neck aroundmy collar.Fuck, that’s hot.“Do I keep you now, or do I let you go, just so I can keep chasing you?”
“W-what?” he stutters, and it’s so cute, I poke out my bottom lip.
“Awe,” I brush his mouth with my thumb. “So cute.”
“I’m not cute!” he snaps, jerking his head away from my touch with a snarl, and my eyes dance. Nowthat’smore like it.
Feisty mouse.
“Yeah, treat. That’s it. Bite me.”
Through the flashing of the strobe lights, I can barely make out the way Madison’s eyes narrow, but the next thing I know, he’s jumping on me, sending my axe clattering to the ground as I fall backward. Madison is scrambling to sit on top of me, legs around my waist, as his own hands find my painted throat, and what does he do?
He fuckin’ squeezes.
“Ohhh,” I groan low and slow, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my little mouse steals the very breath from my lungs. This is not what I was expecting, butfuck,this is good.
He never fails to surprise me.
“You think you have control,Static?” he sneers my name. “Look who’s in control now!” he screams in my face, spittleflying and sounding a bit hysterical, but also so fuckin’ hot, my dick is throbbin’ where it rests against the crack of his ass.
“Goddamn, treat,” I groan. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” he parrots, and I hum. I don’t have anything else to say. I think right now, I’d be happy just to end it all right here, if he’d have me.
But no.
Of course, it’s never that easy.
Madison readjusts on my lap—and that’s when he feels it—the very thing that freaks him out.
“Oh!” he squeaks and scrambles off me. I lift a brow and watch as he backs away like I’m on fire, quickly making his way out of the large room and back the way we came from.
“Come back, treat,” I warn him, low and slow. I reach down to grab myself to readjust, but just the simple pleasure of touching myself gives me the slightest relief.
“N-n-no.” He’s further away now, and I hate it.
“Yes.”
I can barely see him now. The lights are too strong, the smoke too thick.
He’s nothing but a whisp.
“Make me.” And with the smallest grin, Madison whirls around and sprints to the left, leaving me alone in the motel lobby, jaw hanging wide and dick impossibly hard.
“What a fuckin’ treat he is,” I say to nobody but myself. He never ceases to amaze and confound me.
Just when I think I’m getting to know every bit of him, he turns around and surprises me, yet again.
I’ve never met someone more perfectly aligned to my crazy parts and my… less crazy parts.
Shaking that thought away, I narrow my eyes and stare down the way Madison just disappeared from.
