“I know you’ve got shit to work on and work through, but you do it with me. Just like I’ll do it with you. Because I understand you, darlin’, better than most. And I want the chance to really understand this, too.” I drag my fingers through his long, tangled strands, enjoying the way they entwine with my fingers.
Madison gulps. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I’m feeling this way. Or…” he trails off for a minute before continuing. “I do. But I don’t understand why it’s still affecting me.”
“Trauma doesn’t just go away, darlin’. It’s somethin’ you’ll have forever. Trust me, that’s somethin’ I do understand.” When he doesn’t respond, I reach down and pull his chin toward me, to force him to look me in the eye.
“You want me, yes?” I swallow, hoping I’m not wrong.Needingto not be wrong. “You want this?”
Madison nods, bottom lip trembling.
“Then, we’ll figure it out together, and that’s all there is to it. It’s not all going to be fixed in a day, or a week, or even a month. It’s a process, I think. But you’re not running from me again, Madison,” I tell him as I pinch his chin tightly. “I won’t let you.” I draw closer until our lips are grazing. “You’re mine.”
Madison gasps against me, opening wide, but he nods his concession because that’s what he wants, too, and then, he presses his mouth to mine in a hot, all-consuming connection that I need more than the breath my lungs are screaming for.
It’s surprisingly soft but demanding and full of every bit of the need he feels, and it drives me up the wall.
I devour him, turning him over until I’m pressing him into the mattress with my body. Madison groans loudly, and I encourage the loudness. I want him to make all the noise.
I want everybody to hear whose he is.
That makes me grin as I kiss my way down his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin.
“Oh, God,” he breathes when I pull his shirt over his head and expose his torso to the cool air of his bedroom. I suck his nipple into my mouth, making him arch beautifully off the bed and right into my awaiting mouth.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I growl as I make my way down his stomach, following the line of hair until I reach the waistband of his blue pajama pants. I pull them down his legs, along with his boxers, tossing them both on the floor and exposing his cock to my sight.
“Oh, fuck yes. You’re lovely,” I praise him as I crawl up to place kisses all around his groin before nipping softly at his cock.
He yelps, and I chuckle. “You like that?”
“You bit me!” he shouts, eyes wide as he stares at me in shock.
“But you’re still hard…” I remind him with a pointed lick.
“Nughhhh.”
“That’s what I thought.” And then, I take him the rest of the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cockhead, soaking the glans, and slurping with every bob of my head. Madison groans and pants, clutching my head and mewling pathetically, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.
“Come here…” I feel a tap against my thigh, and I pull my head up with a slurp, confused.
“What?” I ask. And when I see the redness of his cheeks, I know it’s something he’s embarrassed to say.
I smile softly. “It’s okay, darlin’. We can do anything you want.”
“I want…” He swallows, and then, he meets my eyes and seems to steel himself, and I feel a flash of pride for my boy. “I want you on top,” he confesses, and my eyes widen.
“Like… while I’m suckin’ you?” I ask, a grin spreading across my face.
Madison turns red as a tomato, and I brush my fingers over his cheek to feel the heat. “You don’t have to say it like that…”
“Darlin’, you wanna sixty-nine with me, is that it?”
“Oh, geez, never mind,” he says, throwing his hands up. I reach for them, bring them together, and kiss ‘em.
“No. I want to. It’ll be hot as fuck to fuck your face.” My eyes dance as I rip my clothes off and toss them across the room without shame. Madison eyes my body with a hungry gaze, and it makes me feel alive.
“Ready, treat?”
He gulps. “Yes.”
