I wriggle farther down the bed, wanting to take him into my mouth, to feel him inside me. Most of all, I want his hips to twitch towards me, feel the rhythmic clench of his sculpted arse as he uses me, gags me, chokes me with his cock until his hot release shoots into the back of my throat.
My fingers circle his girth, lightly at first, then taking a firmer hold, beginning to pump his silken shaft, lips twitching with mischief.
Then he makes a strangled sound deep in his throat. Instead of moving with me, he twists, like he’s trying to get away.
His nose wrinkles, his arm jumps, and I release him, guilt pouring in to drown out my moments of pleasure. He makes a noise, somewhere between a howl and a whimper.
He soundsyoung. He soundsterrified.
I’m sick to my stomach as my mind leaps to fill in the blanks, every answer I think of more upsetting than the last. I’ve heard distress like that before; similar sounding nightmares abounded at my first group home. I let him shuffle away while my lips tremble, heart beating at twice its usual speed.
Slowly, my body calms to normal. Maddox falls back into a deeper sleep, his erection softening. As I relax, I drop into a doze, then wake as he rolls over, his arm finding me again and dragging me back against him, nuzzling his nose into the side of my neck.
“You’re thinking far too loudly for this early in the morning,” he whispers, shaking his head and slowly blinking. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s perfect.”
His jaw-cracking yawn relaxes into a smile. “Good. That’s exactly how things should be.”
He rolls onto his back, swapping arms so he now has one cradling my shoulders.
“What’s the plan for today?”
“First, we’ll take a shower, then we’ll have breakfast.” He leans over to suck at my jutting collarbone, a place he seems to favour much to my delight. “Then we could float the idea of studying.”
“You should probably sneak out before meeting me in the cafeteria,” I tell him. “Then the school won’t raise an alarm about cohabitation.”
Maddox snorts. “Given the revolving door policy Wilder operates, I can’t imagine anyone minds. If they do, I’ll just waitlist myself for the room next door.”
He tickles me until I try to wriggle away from him, then he traps me in his arms, pulling me back against his body. “You know, for someone who doesn’t like sex, you sure like putting your hand all over naked ladies.”
“Only the one lady, and since when has touching someone been about sex?”
“Since I got my first period.”
“I hope you’re either exaggerating or you’re a late bloomer.” He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging it to the side of his face. “Don’t you like it? I can stop.”
“Don’t you dare.” I grab his hand so he can’t withdraw from the embrace. “I was just curious, that’s all.”
Maddox chuckles, eventually releasing me as he stands, grabbing my ankle to drag me off the side of the bed. “Now, on your feet.”
“Yes, sir.”
His eyes gleam as I get off the bed, immediately snagging me around the waist and burying his face into the side of my neck. “You want to be careful about how you tease me. I could get to the point I won’t answer to anything else.”
It’s lighthearted but there’s a strange melting sensation in my lower belly, a feeling that intensifies when he follows his statement with a low growl. “Now, into the bathroom.”
If I thought he was kidding about ‘us’ taking a shower, I’m soon disabused of that notion. He turns on the water, regularly testing it with his hand until it reaches a temperature he agrees with, then he hauls me into the cubicle, crowding in behind me though there’s scarcely enough room.
With the water falling over both of us, Maddox presses himself flat against the wall. Those long, long fingers lather the shampoo into my hair, gently caressing my scalp until it buzzes from the attention. My eyes close, luxuriating in the depth of the sensations. After cleaning, he sluices off the foam, shaking any stray bubbles from my wet curls, then takes the moveable showerhead on a wild journey before replacing it in the holder.
Next, he fills his palm with body wash, running his hands over every inch of skin before he grabs the washcloth and repeats the performance again, starting a thousand different fires with his touch, flames that the steady stream of water does nothing to extinguish.
“Do you know what I’m looking forward to most when I next take you home?”
I shake my head, incapable of talking.
“I’m going to draw you a bath and having you rest back against my chest while I lather the body wash against your skin.”
