In two steps she’s between my legs where I’m leaning against the couch from behind it, her fingers twisting in the T-shirt I put on ten minutes ago.
“I really shouldn’t be late.” Her voice is low and urgent. “I’m glad you didn’t sleep in today.”
“Better make it efficient, then,” I tell her and slide a hand around her waist, inside her coat. She’s so warm. “What now?”
Madeline pushes at my shirt. I raise one eyebrow and don’t help her.
“Take thisoff,” she says as she steps backward and finally shoves her coat from her shoulders. I do it, then slouch a little harder, leaning on my hands.
“What now?” I ask her, and Madeline looks uncertain, like she thought I was going to do this part. I can tell she’s squirming. “Whatever you want.”
She sucks in a tiny breath and closes the distance between us again, her hands on my thighs, and presses a kiss into my neck, right at my pulse point.
“Stay right there.” She nips my throat and palms my dick.
I gasp, because she justbitme, but she kisses the spot and circles her palm around the head of my dick, so I forgive her.
“I like these pants,” she tells me between neck kisses. “They look good on you.”
“You just like that they don’t hide much,” I tell her, already raspier than I’d like.
“You knew what you were wearing when you opened the door,” she says, planting a kiss on my collarbone. Her otherhand cups my balls through the thin material, and I groan low in my chest. “Dressing up like a slut to help me find my scarf.”
My dick twitches in her hand.
“How dare you,” I gasp. “I’m a nice boy.”
Madeline grazes one nipple with her teeth, then flicks her tongue over it. “Of course you are,” she says, and does the same to the other one. “Thenicestboy.”
And then she’s on her knees, and she’s looking up at me, and there’s a small but very obvious wet dot right at the tip of my still-clothed dick. Madeline mouths at it, her hands back on my inner thighs, and it’s warm and soft anddry, dick still constrained, and she looks up at me when she does it. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Then her hands are tugging at my waistband, and I know whatthatmeans, too, but that’s not the game today.
“Ask for it,” I tell her.
“Take your slutty pants off,” she says, rocking back a little on her heels. “Please.”
I shove them off and kick them away. My dick is at attention, precum already beading at the tip. I take it in my hand and stroke it once, just to see her watch me.
“Tell me,” I say, and she glares up at me, blushing hard again. On her knees, still completely dressed. “How am I supposed to know what you want otherwise?”
“Iwanttoputyourdickinmymouth,” she says in a rush without making eye contact, her face scarlet. Then she looks up at me again, glaring some more. “Or are you going to tell me to sayplease?”
“Would you?” I ask, and I grip my dick at the base, then hold it out to her in offering. I don’t think I wantpleaseout of her mouth; I want—whatever this is.
She flattens her tongue and gives a broad lick to the underside of the head, and then her eyes shut as she closes her mouth around me and her lips meet my hand.
“Holyfuck,” I choke out. I move my hand, and her lips slide down, her eyes still closed. I keep my knees from buckling through sheer willpower and deep, calming breaths.
For all her talk of only having half an hour, Madeline takes her time. It’s slow and lazy, her hands gripping my inner thighs, her mouth hot and wet. The noises areobscene. When she pushes her mouth down as far as she can and swallows, I swear everything goes white and I have to slide a hand into her hair so I can keep a grip on reality.
She pulls off with a wetpop—holy Christ—and looks up at me, blinking hard.
“Go ahead,” she says and sucks me down again. I’m not exactly sure what she means, but she’s too busy to talk and I can guess, so when she does it again, I tighten my fingers in her hair until I can feel the tiniest pull of tension, exert the smallest amount of force I can for a split second.
Madelinemoansaround my dick, and I gasp and swear and hit the back of the couch with my other hand. I don’t want to come after approximately three seconds, but I’m pretty close to completely losing my shit. She pulls off again, and this time she looks up at me with the tip of my dick on her tongue, and I would swear I’ve never had a thought in my life.
“Let me hear you.” She licks me again.
