“I know… and I get why. But he’s my friend. He’s helped me so much.”
I just grunt, irritated. I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck my little treat until neither one ofus can breathe, but he won’t let me until weclear the air,or whatever the hell that means.
I want to roll my eyes and groan.
But I’m trying—for him.
“Mhm,” I murmur as I watch the way his pulse throbs in his throat, steady and thick. I want to bite it.
“Cedrick.”
“Mmm.” What would happen if I were to puncture his skin there? Not deep, but just for a little taste of his blood…
“You’re not even listening to me!” he accuses, slapping my arm, and I startle.
“Nope. I wasn’t,” I admit, eyes still trained on his neck.
He flushes, and the rush of blood only makes my dick harder.
“You’re making this conversation very hard.”
I look him up and down, cocking my head. “Am I?”
He blooms the prettiest pink. “Oh… no! Not like that!”
I arch a brow before looking down at his tented crotch. “You sure about that?”
He shoves his hands in his lap and bites his bottom lip. “Anyway…we’re supposed to be talking.”
“I’m done talkin’, darlin’. I wanna fuck.” I reach for him, and he lets me grab him and pull him against me.
“Shit,” he hisses as I drag my tongue up the front of his throat, over the ridges of his Adam’s apple.
“Mmm,isn’t this so much better?” I tease him with small nips.
“Yessss,” he hisses, arching against me. But the moment I reach down to grab his thighs, he pulls back. “No, no. Wait.”
“Okay.” I pull back with a breath, separating us.
“I really want to talk first, Cedrick. Please.”
And I’ve never been able to deny my treat a damn thing.
“Fine,” I concede. “But then, I fuck you,” I agree.
He flushes hotly. “If you still want to after…”
“Darlin’… you’re the crazy one if you think anything you say could ever change my mind.”
At that, Madison bursts into tears.
“Ah, shit, I’m sorry, darlin’.” I reach for him and pull him back into my arms. He buries his face into my neck, soaking my shirt with his tears as he sobs, his body releasing all the stress and tension of the last couple of days.
And that’s exactly what he needs—that release—in more ways than one.
I press a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. “You better never fuckin’ leave me again.” I voice my own vulnerability for the first time, needing him to know how badly it hurt to watch him walk away.
I can understand why he did, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
