Chapter 5
Maddox gave the attendanta tip, and what he hoped was a smile after he closed the door to his room. Judging by how Ciara cracked up as soon the click of the lock echoed around the room, he hadn’t been successful. He turned to look at her with an arched brow.
“Do you want your surprise now or later?”
“Will it hold if I say later?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then later,” she whispered as she sat up. “Much later.”
He walked over to the couch and offered her his hand. As soon as she grasped it, he pulled her to her before leading the way to his bedroom.
But if he’d fooled himself into thinking he was in charge, she informed him that he wasn’t. The second they crossed the threshold, she spun to face him, yanked his neck down, and pushed her tongue against his.
He would never admit it aloud, but keeping up with her could prove too much for him. When it came to passion and intimacy, Ciara matched him stroke for stroke.
Pun intended.
Knowing that he needed to return his focus to her, or she would have him on edge before he was ready, he pulled her closer. His hands and mouth were desperate to explore every inch until they knew Ciara even more thoroughly than they already did.
And he tended to be a perfectionist, not content to simply cruise through the week they had together—he wanted to get inside her head. He wanted to push her to her limit, and he wanted her so sexually sated that he was the only man on her mind, no room for hesitations, old or not.
He wrapped one arm under her round bottom as she gripped his waist with her thighs, and he started toward the bed. She tugged his hair, tilting his head back, and his mind scrambled for the soft flat surface.
Strung taut by his pledge, he carried her across the room, almost dropping her because she writhed so much.
“You’re too damn sexy,” he whispered.
The minute he released her, she slid to her feet. He slid his hand down her bare arm, allowing it to linger palm-to-palm for a few beats. He was rewarded with the flex of her fingers against his. The barest of handholds.
“Why don’t you strip for me, beautiful? I want to see all of you.”
He went first, gripping the hem of his shirt before whipping it over his head.
“Oh no. You’ve already gotten started—keep going. I want to see if it’s as good as I remember.”
He grinned—she was irresistible.
“I thought I was in the driver’s seat?” he teased.
Both of them naked was a win-win, whoever went first.
“You are.” She kicked off her sandals. “Sorry. Habit, I guess, and eagerness to return the favor.” Her stare dropped to his crotch. “Please tell me you have another condom ready.”
She scooped her dress up and off, and before he even had the chance to take in her dark nipples and the strip of hair between her thighs he’d felt earlier, she was up close, attacking his fly.
He took her hand, stilling her hurried tugging, and pressed her palm over his erection, so she felt the pulsing of his dick that was all for her.
“I love your enthusiasm, but give me a second. The rest of the condoms are a little further away than I’d like them to be right now.”
She nodded, and he forced himself to step away and then walked into the bathroom. He grabbed one of the boxes before retracing his steps.
“I like your enthusiasm,” she murmured, then chuckled as she eyed the large box. “Do you think that’s enough?”
He grinned. “If not, I have one more just to be certain.”
Her eyes widened, and he stifled a grin. He wasn’t exaggerating by any means. His greedy eyes scoured her nakedness, and he couldn’t help himself when he reached out to cup one perfect breast, his thumb tracing the nipple dragging another shudder from her. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
What will it take to make you mine for more than a week?
Thank fuck he didn’t say that out loud.
She dragged her bottom lip under her teeth, her eyes wide and glazed with affirming lust. He sucked in some air and forced his overexcited body back from the brink, determined to show her a good time, as promised, even if it meant taking this at a pace abhorrent to his restless mind and body. But first, he needed to get into her head.
“Your patience will be rewarded. I promise,” he said.
Her eyes flared, a mix of turned-on and vulnerable. “I know—I trust you to make this good for us.”
He nodded. ”Good.”
That she was comfortable with telling him that her trust in him hasn’t wavered adds another layer of respect for her to what he already felt. That she was comfortable enough to tease him simultaneously left him feeling as alive as if he was touching her, kissing her. Alive in a way he hadn’t felt since the last time they’d been together.
She exhaled heavily. “I need you to go easy the first time.”
“Why?” he asked.
Her gaze flickered away from his briefly. “It’s been a while.”
She didn’t have to tell him how long that was. He knew because it had been the same amount of time for him. Yes, he’d become well acquainted with his palm over the past twelve months as he was sure she’d pleasured herself. Yet, that wasn’t the same.
While the admission raised many questions for him, now was not the time to bring them up. Not when her teeth tugged on her full bottom lip, a small smile playing there as her stare dropped to his straining fly. “It felt like a lifetime, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine helping me make up for the time lost. Although if it were up to me, you’d already be inside me.” She blurted around a laugh as she covered her mouth with one hand.
He grinned with her—the fact that they could lighten such an intense moment for her into a shared joke sent his emotions soaring.
“You’re so straightforward. It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
How can he resist her when something as simple as her smile punched a hole through his chest?
“And you are sweet, hot, and hung. Now, stop talking.”
He obeyed, his libido grateful for the change of pace, and opened his fly again. He watched her face as he released himself with a sigh, his hand lingering for a lazy pump or two. Of course, his eager erection was done waiting and needed appeasing.
Her pupils flared with excitement.
“You like that?” he asked, sure of the answer.
“Yes.” She watched him stroke himself, short pants lifting her breasts. Then she dropped to her knees, not even bothering to free him entirely from his boxers before she wrapped her luscious mouth around the head of his cock and moaned as if her need to taste him matched his to have another taste of her sweetness.
He bit back the intense surge of pleasure at her heated mouth engulfing him. He guessed they were still battling for control. But if it felt that good, he was happy to concede some of the time. The sight of her mouth on him burned into his retinas, smashing every tepid fantasy from his mind like blows from a hammer hitting a nail.
He hadn’t been lying earlier. He’d fantasized about her for longer than she might be comfortable with knowing. At least she reciprocated his attraction. When things first surged to life between them, he’d never imagined getting a shot with someone as jaded as he’d been. Nor had he’d expected those feelings to change—at least for him.
He tangled his hands in her hair and held the air trapped in his lungs while he rocked his hips in time with her head bobbing. She looked up at him while she sucked, a smile on her face and her eyes wicked. It took every shred of control he possessed not to blow at the sight. It was moments like this that made him want to push for more.
To find out if she was the wonderful woman made for him...
He cupped her cheek, forcing his stare to stay on hers when the view of his cock disappearing past those lips was so tempting. He focused on sensation, grunting again when he touched the back of her throat, and she hummed, the vibration of the sound jerking new thrills alive along his length.
“That feels so good,” he encouraged around a moan.
He widened his feet, clenching his ass. “You look beautiful with your mouth on me.”
His voice cracked when her pupils dilated, and her eyelids drooped.
When she cupped his balls, her fingers sliding behind to press down on his perineum, he gripped her shoulders, pushing her back before reaching the point of no return and emptying himself down her throat.
Fuck, where had she learned that trick?
“Not yet,” he protested.
He dragged her to a standing position and eased her back onto the bed. “You need to come one more time, first.”
She squeaked out a protest as he handed her the condom and shed the last of his clothing.
“If I do, I won’t be able to once you’re inside me. I’d rather wait.” She wiped her swollen lips.
He grinned. “Yes, you can. You have before. If I give you a little time to recover. I have no doubt that you can again. I’d put money on it because I’m going to make you, and then I’ll come too.”
He fisted his attention-greedy cock, tugging faster when she stared, her lips parted around pants of excitement. He wanted to close his eyes, but the look on her face, her stare bouncing between his face and cock, still shiny with her saliva, in his hand... he couldn’t miss one second.
She whimpered, her own hand dropping between her legs, fingers pressing between her clenched thighs. “Maddox...”
He snatched his hand away before it was too late. She was too hot, too tempting, and he wanted to come inside that tight haven that awaited him between her legs. He stepped closer, and she tore into the condom. When he was covered, he splayed her back onto the leather and kneeled between her thighs, his mouth diving for one taut, straining nipple.
She cried out his name as he sucked the peak with everything he had. She was greedy, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hips lifting to grind her clit against his erection. He pressed her nipple to the back of his teeth and slid the head of his cock through her wet folds until she moaned and whimpered, her eyes desperately clinging as well as her hands.
Releasing her nipple with drawn-out suction, he gripped the base of his erection and lined himself up with her drenched entrance.
“I wanted to take this slower, but I need to be inside you now.”
She nodded, eyes almost frantic with want. “Yes... I don’t care. This is perfect.”
His throat closed.
She was perfect.
He angled the head of his cock inside her.
She tensed, and he froze and braced just outside paradise’s gates.
He grit his teeth. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. It’s just...you feel...bigger.”
He kissed her. Tempering his grin and finding her clit with his thumb to remind her this was about their pleasure. “I promise, it’s still the same size.”
She smiled, shifting something in his chest. “Are you sure? My memory is pretty good when it comes to us. I don’t recall it feeling like this the last time.”
Even as he chuckled, his ego inflated, he rubbed her clit and tongued her nipple once more, rewarding her honesty with as much pleasure as possible. She gifted the end of his cock with another gush of heat. He gathered every scrap of willpower he possessed to hold still. “I’ll go slowly. At first.” He rubbed his thumb in a slow circle, loving how she gasped, and her pupils dilated as she looked up at him. “And I have the feeling you and I are going to fit together perfectly like we always have.”
She nodded, her trust pinching the muscle behind his sternum. Her hands found the cheeks of his ass, and together they guided him home into her tight heat, their gazes locked. They groaned together, the wait worth it for the look of ecstasy on her face alone.
“You okay?”
He paused, buried to the hilt, ensuring she’s was with him, even as his need roared so loudly in his chest he was surprised he wasn’t sporting a mane and a mouth full of canines. But his patience was a brittle thread.
“Yes. This is better than I remembered.” Her eyes were wide, her voice breathy, and his chest filled with pride and longing to make this a night she would never forget.
“Tell me. I need to hear that pretty mouth say the words.”
He traced her bottom lip, and she darted out her tongue, laving the pad of his fingertip.
“Fuck me, Maddox. Don’t hold back.”
“I can’t—I want you too badly.”
Her internal muscles squeezed him tightly enough to make him bite his tongue and recite the one Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher speech he learned at school to stave off the rush of pleasure. He dove once more for her nipple, alternating sucks and licks with plundering kisses while he rocked into her slowly at first, again and again.
He braced himself on one arm, guiding her hand between their bodies. “Touch yourself.”
Her fingers move on her clit, and his free hand returned to her nipple, strumming in time with the frequency of her frantic breaths and choppy moans.
He let go when he felt her tighten on his cock, powering into her until she climaxed with a cry, her nails digging into his hip.
“That’s what I wanted,” he grit out, cupping her flushed face, so her eyes stayed on his. “Stay with me.”
She nodded, bracing her arms on the headboard over her head so, with every thrust, she met him head-on.
“Ciara...”
The fire continue to build. The sight of this beautiful, confident woman splayed under him, her gaze bright with pleasure as she waited to witness his, snapping the last thread of his control. He choked out the words. “I’m coming. For you.” And then he followed her over, his face buried in her neck as flames raced down his spine.
Fucking hell... We’ll be doing that again.
When they surfaced, the sweat cooling, he took his weight off her and rolled onto his side. He didn’t lay there long as he needed to take care of the condom. His knees trembled as he made his way to the bathroom, and he didn’t try to hide it.
He quickly took care of the condom before grabbing a warm washcloth and returning it to the bedroom. Ciara sighed with gratitude as he cleaned her but didn’t move otherwise. Once he was finished, he tossed the towel aside before climbing back on the bed and pulling her back into his embrace.
Once they cooled off and their heart rates returned to normal, he’d coax her to get under the covers. But right now, he was content to have her in his embrace. He pressed a kiss to her temple before closing his eyes and exhaling heavily. He should have been worn out, but the night was still young.