Perhaps things were moving fast between us, or maybe not fast enough. I had no clue. I was letting my body take me to places not yet explored, consequences be damned. But wasn’t that what my teenage years were for? To make mistakes. To learn from them.
Something told me Maddox would be an excellent yet heartbreaking teacher.
Fuck, he feels good.
So damn good.
His hands went to my shirt, and with one quick motion, it was over my head, tossed somewhere behind me.
His fingers traced the lines of my bra before going to the back and releasing the clasp, all while his eyes were on me. It wasn’t until the bra fell to the floor that his gaze deliberately dragged down my face, my neck, to my perky breasts. My nipples pebbled under his stare.
He dipped his head, capturing one in his mouth, and I gasped as his tongue stroked over the bud, enticing a whole new set of embers sparking within me.
I traced over his washboard abs with my nails, following the path of ink permanently penned into his skin. His muscles drew taut as I navigated my hands under his shirt. I could touch the hard lines of his body for days. There wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t tell of his discipline.
Somewhere between breaths, his mouth leaving me dizzy, and lost clothes, including his shirt, Maddox lifted me off the counter. Hands gripped my thighs, taking my weight like it was nothing as he carried me down the hall toward the stairs. His mouth found mine again halfway up. By the time we reached my bedroom, I was breathless and completely undone.
He kicked the door shut behind us and set me down carefully, my feet touching the rug. Maddox’s hands came up to cup my face, thumbs stroking along my cheekbones with surprising gentleness. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured. “Tell me this is a bad idea.”
It is.
God, it is.
But when I opened my mouth, what came out wasn’t a protest. “I can’t. I don’t want you to stop.”
He backed me to the bed, my legs hitting the side of the mattress. “I knew you were trouble, Hales.”
I shimmied out of my leggings as he hooked a finger in my panties, yanking them off me to follow my pants onto the floor in a pile. He spread my legs, fingers roaming lightly up the inside ofmy thigh in sweet torturous delight, but I had no idea the torture was only beginning. Using two fingers, he slowly worked them over my sensitive bud, the ache inside building.
My hands went to his shoulders for stability, my legs going liquid underneath me. If he kept moving his fingers like that, there was a good chance they’d give out. “I need…”
He kissed the flat of my stomach and then the inside of my thigh. “What do you need, Hales?”
I wasn’t entirely sure, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop. “I need more.” My hips rocked into his fingers.
“Fuck, Hales,” he groaned, lifting me and laying me on the bed. My legs were so damn grateful. When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweats, I took in the sight of him as he removed them. In just his tight-ass boxer briefs that did absolutely nothing to conceal his want for me, he climbed onto the bed, not giving me a second to catch my breath before he had my body soaring.
With his eyes locked on mine, he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, tasting the most intimate part of me before sliding two inside me, finding no resistance. I was already so wet.
A moan escaped my lips, and my back bowed off the bed, fingers curling deep into the blankets. I swore I saw stars as his fingers stroked my inner walls, moving in and out in languid movements as if he could keep me in a state of desire for hours. No way was I going to last that long. Already, I was so damn close to tumbling over the edge. I matched his thrusting fingers, and if he kept?—
Fireworks of tremors wracked through my core, my nails digging deeper into the mattress as I sank my teeth into my mouth.
He pulled down on my bottom lip. “Don’t hold out on me, Hales.”
The cry of pleasure I’d been suppressing broke free. His lips curled against mine.
This unexpected surge of female empowerment came over me. I didn’t think. Only reacted on pure blind lust-induced instinct. My hand flattened on his chest as I pushed him flat on the bed, crawling on top of him. I nestled his rock-hard erection between my legs. My hips rolled, grinding against him, riding through the lingering tingles exploding inside me. They came in waves as I moved, rocking up and down, our lower bodies flushed.
His fingers flanked my hips, guiding and urging my speed, faster and faster. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d bestowed upon me. I had no idea what I was doing, relying solely on what felt good and Maddox begging me not to stop. He groaned, nipping at the space between my neck and shoulder as the hard length of him throbbed a few times, the front of his boxers growing wet.
Slowly, the tingling aftershocks pulsing through my body ebbed, their intensity fading as I lay over him, our chests rising and falling in synchronization. Neither of us moved for a minute. I basked in the feel of having him under me, a nearness I couldn’t fully describe. A connection. God help me if we ever had sex.
He kept his hands around me, slowly rolling us to the side so we lay facing each other. His head rested on my forehead. We might not have had sex, but I’d never felt closer to someone in my life. I was under no delusion that Maddox shared the same feelings. I needed to keep my head before I lost my heart.
We glanced at each other, and I grinned, unable to believe we were almost completely naked in my bed. “Thanks.” My nose wrinkled a second later, realizing how weird that probably sounded.
He stretched out on my bed. “For giving you the best damn orgasm of your life. You’re welcome.”
