20. Technically Naked
20
TECHNICALLY NAKED
Zane
Maddox draws my dick halfway past his lips, swirling his naughty tongue along my hot flesh as he goes.
I could spend all night here—in the filthy paradise of his warm, wet mouth.
I shove my shaft deeper. “That’s right. Take it all,” I urge.
My lover stares up at me with those beautiful eyes, like he’s saying is that how you want it, boss ?
“Suck that dick good,” I tell him.
Stretching his neck more, he relaxes his throat, letting me push farther.
“That’s right,” I say, holding his head in place. “All the way.”
He hauls my dick to the back of his throat in one greedy move.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes squeezing shut as wild sensations whip through me. The pleasure, the insane fucking pleasure of his mouth.
It’s almost too much.
But no way am I keeping my eyes closed. I open them, gazing down at the man on his knees, bound for me, taking me.
He’s incredible, sucking me to the root, working my dick with that tongue and those lips and his utter determination to please me. Maddox has always wanted to make me happy—in business, life, and the bedroom. The way he lavishes attention on my shaft is one more facet of the man. And I am so damn lucky to be the one he wants.
Wrapping both hands through his dark wavy hair, I grip his head firmly. “Need to fuck your face, Mad,” I grunt.
I can feel him groan a yes around my shaft. But I need his permission too. “Tell me you want it hard.”
Maddox nods against me quickly, hungry to give a rough blow job too. I go to town and he sucks deep, making fevered, slurping sounds.
His noises rev my engine, sending shock waves of lust up my thighs. “You like that?”
He nods.
“You want me to shoot in your throat, don’t you?”
His eyes roll back in his head, and I stare down at his lap. His dick is twitching with every thrust.
“You want me to blow my load on your face sometime?”
He moans salaciously against my cock, and I have to end this now. I pull my cock out instantly. “Too good,” I mutter.
His grin is satisfied, just short of smug, and it fucking should be.
“Pretty good here too,” he rasps out. Then his gaze drifts to his cock. A tempting bead of liquid slides down his shaft.
“Mmm. Your dick needs some attention.” I move behind him, kneeling on the floor too, then rope my arms around his waist, gripping his cock in one hand. He’s smooth as silk, hard as stone. And slick as a man on the edge.
“Ah, yes,” he grunts, leaning his head back against my shoulder.
But I only stroke him lightly. “Just a little relief,” I tell him, nibbling on his earlobe. “Not gonna let you come till my cock is buried deep in your sweet ass.”
“Fucking tease,” he grunts, then turns his face to me, his lips hunting for mine.
As I fondle his dick, I kiss him fiercely. I hope he can feel what he’s doing to me. He’s making me want all the nights with him. All the days with him.
After a long, tantalizing minute, I let go of his lips and cock.
Then I undo his restraints, freeing him. His hands fall at his sides. From here, behind him, I lift each hand, raising them gently, kissing his wrists tenderly. “Mmm. Look at these marks,” I murmur.
“Love them,” he whispers.
Then, I move quickly. With an offered hand, I haul him up. Roam my gaze down his body. His state of undress is a delicious mess. His boxers sit below his dick; his pants hang on his hips.
“I’m not naked,” he says, leading the witness, giving a sliver of a grin. Ah, yes. This is the side of Maddox that craves attention. He told me as much at the bar as we laid out our wishes. He likes to tease out what he wants, so I can make those demands of him.
Our give and play makes me so damn hot.
“Gonna undress you now,” I say, then I push his pants to the floor, along with his boxer briefs. He steps out of them, leaving on only the tie.
He’s like a Greek god. I line up my hands along his stomach, then slide them down his carved frame, committing him to memory. Every inch of his golden skin is on display.
He sighs as I worship him with my palms. Then moans as I bite his shoulder. I could spend all night like this, but I need to get him under me in bed, so I shed the rest of my clothes in a flurry. “On the mattress. Get on your back.”
“Yes, sir,” he says with a dirty smile.
I laugh, loving that he makes me laugh in bed. Out of bed. Anywhere. Everywhere. I head to the bathroom to grab a hand towel. As I return, I savor the sight of him stretched out, cock at attention. “The sexiest man I’ve ever known is in my bed. This is the best night ever,” I say, admiring him.
Maddox lowers his eyes. That shyness I see in him every now and then cranks me up.
“Does it embarrass you when I say that?” I ask earnestly.
He raises his face, meets my eyes. “No. I just like it so much I feel naked.”
I laugh again. “Hate to break it to you, but you are naked, Mad,” I tease, as I come around to the nightstand and grab the lube and condom.
He tugs on the tie. “But I’m not technically naked.”
“My sexy, smart-mouthed man, finding loopholes,” I say, then get on the bed, and crawl between his thighs. “Spread ’em.”
Maddox widens his legs. I groan happily. Then I undo the tie, and I climb over him, letting my dick dangle over his face as I grab his wrists again. He flicks his tongue against the underside of my shaft. “You’re greedy for my cock,” I say as I yank his arms above his head.
“Always,” he says, licking some more as I bind his wrists, then fasten the end of the tie to the headboard.
I move down him, kissing as I go, brushing my lips over his shoulders, his strong arms, then back to his nipples, biting and sucking each one.
He’s trembling with every sweep of my lips and I’ve barely begun. I spend several fantastic minutes worshipping his body with my mouth, licking his abs, then settling between his legs to kiss his thighs. My head is swimming with lust, and when he’s arching his cock at me, my dick is thumping and my heart is spasming at the same damn time.
And I crave even more of him. “I’ve gotta taste this big dick,” I say, and I swallow him whole.
“Oh fuck,” he shouts as I draw him to the back of my throat. It’s not easy, but his reaction is worth it.
He’s losing his mind with pleasure. “God, Zane, fuck,” he mutters.
Then, when he’s starting to rock against me, I pop off, kneeling between his legs. “Next time, you can come down my throat,” I offer. I’m so thoughtful.
“Count me in,” he says, sounding lost.
Maybe he’s saying it in the heat of the moment. Maybe he means it. I hardly know. But I want that next time as much as I want this time.
Before I open him up, I open my heart a little more. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad we didn’t fuck that first night.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I don’t know that I could have told you everything I wanted while I was still trying to impress the hell out of you,” I admit, craving more of our patent honesty.
He grins. “Aren’t you trying to impress me now?”
“Always,” I say, then I dip my face to his, kiss his incredible lips. “But it’s better like this.” I take a beat, letting the meaning register. It’s better we waited . “Isn’t it?”
A shudder wracks his body.
Ten thousand run down mine.
“It’s so good with you already,” he whispers hotly. “Next time you could tie me to a chair, a desk, a table. Make me hold my wrists behind my back.”
I’m molten with the words next time . “Tie you to the curtains. Bind you with the sheets. Push your face into the mattress.”
He whispers roughly against my lips, “Please fuck me now.”
“Because you asked nicely.” I kneel, click open the lube, and drizzle some on my fingers.
He lifts his ass higher. I go up in flames.
What the fuck did I do well in a past life to deserve this gorgeous man in my bed? No idea, but I’m gonna keep pleasing him. With one hand, I fondle his balls. With the other, I press a finger into him.
He moans, sounding drunk on me already.
Good.
I add another finger, getting him ready. I crook my finger, hitting his prostate just so.
He arches off the bed. “Fuuuuck.”
I ease out my fingers, then roll on the condom. He watches my every move—as I slick up my covered cock some more, as I wipe my hand on the towel, as I grab his thighs.
“High and wide, baby.”
Maddox lifts his ass off the bed, offering himself to me. Then I notch the head of my cock against him and ease in. He throws his head back and unleashes an incoherent, animalistic groan that sparks all my nerve endings.
I push in another inch.
“Yes, get in me. Please get in me,” he begs, babbling and moaning.
His want is incendiary. He drives me wild. I push back on his thighs as I push deep into his body. His tight heat squeezes my dick, and I am in heaven.
Because I’m in him.
What the fuck has he done to me over the last few weeks?
I’m not sure I can hold back this storm of emotions. Letting go of his thighs, I stretch over him, gripping his arms. I swivel my hips. Then I lean down, my chest inches from his.
“Tonight,” I begin, meeting his eyes, ready, so ready to say tonight has to be the first of so many times together. But I swallow the rest of my words.
Now is not the time to confess these crazy feelings taking hold of me. Now is the time for fucking.
“Wanted you so much tonight,” I improvise. There. I covered up my spiraling emotions.
He huffs out a staggered breath. “Same here.”
I ease out and thrust back in.
He groans so long, so greedily.
Then, I shut my goddamn mouth. I kiss him as I fuck him. He tastes like sex and need and the man for me.
I kiss him harder, so I don’t blurt that out.
Then a little deeper as I try to let the intensity of my feelings pass.
I wrench away from his lips, lasering in on my only mission—to make him feel out of this world.
I rise to my knees, grab the back of his legs again, and I fuck him hard. Deep. Ruthlessly. His cock jumps against his stomach, leaking again.
“Bet you could come without me touching you,” I growl.
“Bet I could,” he rasps out.
“Want to see you covered in my come too,” I say on a deep, long thrust.
“My face, my ass, my stomach,” he says.
As I rock deep, I grab his cock, curl a fist around his shaft.
And I jack and I fuck Maddox till he’s arching against the restraints. His dick throbs in my fist. His face twists in pleasure.
When Maddox shoots all over his abs and his pecs, I am done. I drill him as heat consumes me, and my orgasm overwhelms me with one final, soul-searing pump.
Then I collapse onto his chest, our hearts racing, our skin slick, our intimacy unbeatable. Soon, I ease out. “Maddox,” I say softly.
He looks up at me slowly, his face still all blissed out. “Yeah?”
“I think you had your way with me .”
That both feels like a true confession and hides my heart at the same damn time.