8. Tessa
8
TESSA
Usually happy in my own skin, tonight I can't seem to stop fidgeting. We haven't even gotten to the party Madden is taking me to yet. It's just his friends and their significant others, but I can't help but feel out of place. I'm not slim and glamorous. What you see is what you get, with a sensitive heart beating in my chest.
Madden has assured me that everyone will love me. I still twitch. Noticing this, he takes my hands in his and pulls me close until the warmth of his body wraps around me like a fluffy blanket. "Breathe for me, Tessa. You can do anything. My friends will adore you. You've already met some of them. Bradford for one."
"He's got the pretty blue eyes."
I pause, giggling at the narrow-eyed look he gives me in response. "He doesn't have pretty blue eyes,” he states.
I step up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, making sure to brush up against him as seductively as possible. "Unlike you, he lacks the 'come to bed and let me ravish you' eyes."
Desire surges between us at my words, his hands finding my bottom and squeezing. "Hold that thought." He clears his throat, a smile tipping his lips up as he steps back and clasps a hand tightly with his. "Rhodes, Rosie, you've met Tessa before, right?"
"We have." Rosie steps forward and hugs me. "It's so good to see you."
"Thank you." Rosie slips her arm through mine and pulls me away from Madden with a wink.
"I'll introduce you. They won't tease as much that way." She doesn't stop to knock on the front door and drags me inside. The first person we see is Dodge. I remember him. He helped Madden with me the night I caught a stray bullet. He nods at her with a small smile and says to me, "You look damn good. Much better than last time."
"Stop flirting with my girl," Madden grumbles, his hands landing on my hips. "Get your own."
Dodge snorts. "I'm gay, asshole." He pauses. "I'm serious, though, Tessa. You look good. Whatever that idiot behind you is doing, let him keep doing it."
My cheeks flush with embarrassment and Dodge winks, laughing.
"Ignore him. I think he's had a few too many," Rosie says, frowning. To her husband, Rhodes, she says, "Can you check on him?"
"On it." He gives Rosie a quick kiss on the lips and goes after Dodge.
"So," Rosie begins, "there are a few people I don't recognize, but the team is all here with their partners. Bradford is single and playing beer pong with Nash and Dover." She raises her eyebrows. "It's fun until it's not." She points and says, "That's Lake and his wife, Juniper. She's pregnant, and Lake is fussy. Actually, he was fussy before she got pregnant."
"I've met them before, but it was kind of tense after everything that happened." I look around and find Madden watching me as he chats with Dario. I try to avoid his gaze and concentrate on the conversation going on nearby. Nothing works as my eyes drift back to the man. He's dark and brooding as his lowered gaze sends shivers down my spine. The man's magnetism draws me closer until he locks me against him. The palm of one hand slides under my top and rests on my back. This skin-on-skin contact sends a rush of lust through my veins, right between my legs.
Dario says something to Madden and walks away. My eyes drift up to meet Madden's dark gaze. I watch the tip of his tongue run along his lower lip. "All I want to do is pull your jeans down, push you up against a wall and fuck you."
"Oh," I groan, the image he has imprinted on my mind consuming me from the inside out. I find his ear and nibble on the lobe before whispering, "My pussy is dripping wet just thinking about your hard cock pounding into me."
"Fucking hell, Tessa!" He curses heatedly and pulls me in front of him. I can't stop thinking about his pulsating cock pressing into my belly.
"Bradford's got a bet going," Nikoli tells us, sidling up to Madden. "I bet you'd last ten minutes and then drag Tessa out of here."
I let out a surprised laugh.
"Ignore him, Tessa." The woman pokes Nikoli in the stomach before he hugs her. "I'm Willow, and this big lug is Nikoli. I don't know if you remember us."
"I do. A lot of that night is a blur, but later Madden told me who everyone was." I smile. "It's good to see you again."
"You have to come to a game with us. It would be fun." Willow smiles. "You'll be there to kiss all of Madden's aches and pains away." She gives me a knowing smile before she says to Madden, "Are you leaving?"
He laughs. "Why, how long did you bet?"
"Well, if you leave now, I win."
"Not wanting to disappoint a lady, we'll go." Madden pauses. "If Tessa is up for it, she’ll see you at the next game." With that, Madden takes my hand and leads me away.
As soon as the apartment door closes behind us, Madden reaches for me. His lips crash against mine with a hunger that ignites a fire in me. I eagerly respond to what I've wanted all evening. Breaking from the kiss, he turns me to face the wall. I slap my hands in front of me and push my bottom out to connect with the erection hidden behind his zipper. "I want you, Tessa. Hot, hard, and fast."
"Oh, God. I'm melting into a puddle."
He chuckles as his hands land on the clasp of my jeans. He makes quick work of them and my underwear, leaving them around my knees. My lower stomach quivers. I hear his belt unbuckle and seconds later I feel his heavy erection pressing against the cheeks of my bottom. He rocks for a moment. Big hands grab my hips as he pulls my butt outward. He moans as his fingers slide through the excitement between my legs. I shiver.
"I need you," I whisper.
My walls contract at the feel of the head of his penis entering me. It's thick and long and gently fills me with its girth. I can't help myself and grip him tightly as he touches something inside me that sends my excitement skyrocketing. The intensity of his thrusts sends waves of pleasure through my body, and I arch my back in response to his movements. Searching under my top, he finds the clasp of my bra, and then my breasts spill out into his waiting hands.
He immediately begins to roll and pinch my nipples in time to his thrusts. He feels amazing. His touch burns, and I can't resist the urge to moan in ecstasy. With each thrust, he touches something deep and sensitive.
I grab one of his hands on my breasts and bring it to my stomach, where I squeeze it for all I'm worth, my orgasm about to ignite. "Madden," I moan. "Don't stop."
"Never, sweetheart." His mouth lands on my neck and the first touch of his tongue sends me over the edge.
My climax washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and trembling in his arms as he grunts into my ear, his own pleasure pouring into me. My breasts quiver with each ragged breath. Madden wraps his arms around my midsection as he rests against me. His heavy pants slow down as we come down from the high.
"I can't get enough of you," he mutters. "The way you feel around me makes me crazy. It's like your cunt was made for my dick."
Chuckling, I wiggle my butt and we both moan as he slides free, bringing his release with him. I'm too exhausted to care that it runs down my thighs.
A slap on my ass curls my toes. Madden laughs. He helps me pull my jeans and underwear off, then helps me with the rest of my clothes before joining me naked. "Shower, then I'm going to make slow, sweet love to you. Then I'm going to fall asleep with you in my arms." He leans forward and plants a soft but powerful kiss on my lips.