“It’ll keep you from throwing up all night.”
He takes the burger, eats three-quarters of it in two bites, then grabs a fistful of fries, leaving several scattered on the cushion beside him. When he’s done, he slumps sideways, eyelids drooping.
“Come on,” I say, pulling him up again. “Time for bed.”
He stumbles and curses but leans on me anyway as I walk him to his bedroom and lower him onto the mattress. He’s out before his head hits the pillow.
I stand there for a second watching the man who once terrified me. A man who still knows how to gut me with a single sentence. A man I keep saving even though it costs me pieces of myself every time.
I pull the blanket up to his shoulders and step back.
“Sleep it off,” I say quietly. “Don’t make me come back tomorrow.”
He’s already out cold.
I turn off the light, close the door behind me, and walk out into the silent, empty living room.
Only then do I let myself exhale.
THIRTY-ONE
Jesse
Tonight is the third night in a row that Madeline has slept in my bed, not that either of us have done much sleeping. We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. Every time I touch her, it hits me deeper. Every time I’m inside her, it’s better than the last, like her body continues to learn mine and keeps wanting more.
Last night, we didn’t even make it out of the front entry. I’d walked her backward until her hips hit the table, and she yanked me between her legs like she’d been waiting for it all damn day. The night before that, we got as far as the couch before she was straddling me, my hands in her hair, both of us too desperate to bother pretending there was anything else we wanted to do.
Every night with her is some kind of new position. Every night she gives me something I didn’t know I needed. And every night, I swear there isn’t a single way it could get better.
But then she finds one.
Because right now she’s on her knees between my legs, hermouth teasing the tip of my cock for the first time, and I know I’m done for.
Her lips wrap around me, soft and wet and perfect, taking me deeper than I expected on the first glide. A shudder rips through my spine when her hands slide up my thighs, slow and sure, like she’s been doing this to me for years. She cups my balls with one hand, strokes my shaft with the other, while her mouth works me in long, deliberate pulls that make my vision go spotty at the edges.
I grab another pillow to shove under my head because I need to watch what she’s doing to me. This is the first time she’s taken me in her mouth and judging by the way she’s working me she’s been thinking about it too.
Her head moves up and down my length, her tongue dragging along the underside, her lips sealing tight around me. When Madeline hums around my cock, like she likes this just as much as I fucking do, my eyes roll back in my head. Christ. My abs tighten, my hips jerk, I can’t help it. She holds me down with a palm on my stomach like she knew that would happen.
“Fuck, Mads…” I breathe, cupping her cheek fully now. “Look at you taking me down your throat.”
She wraps her hand around the base of my cock, stroking in a slow, deliberate rhythm while her lips glide up my length, tongue teasing the underside on her way up. Her eyes flick up, checking in. The tiny glance with just the tip of me resting on her warm, wet tongue almost makes me come.
“Mads…” My voice cracks, and I’m a little alarmed that I can sound like this, like I’m begging.
Her lashes lower as she sinks down again, slow as sin, taking inch after inch until her lips are brushing the hair at the base of my cock and all breath leaves my body.
She pulls back with a slick drag that makes my toes curl. Her hand follows the glide of her mouth, twisting at the top, stroking me like she’s already memorized exactly how I like it.
When the head of my cock slips past her lips again, she swirls her tongue around me—slow, teasing, almost playful—and my hips nearly buck off the bed. She catches them with her free hand, steadying me, pushing me down like she’s the one in control.
That thought alone almost takes me out.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I rasp, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “Now, get up here and sit your pussy on my face.”
Her lips stretch into the faintest smirk around my cock. A smug, sinful little expression that shoots straight through my spine. Then she pushes down again, deeper this time, her throat tightening around me.
My head drops back with a groan that sounds like it’s been dragged out of my chest with barbed wire. “Fuck, Madeline. I want to taste you before I come.”
