17. Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
C hance
Maddie’s body fits against mine as our tongues roll together.
It’s a heady mix, tasting her mouth while having barely any clothes between us. The shirt she has on is old and soft and fails to hide her beaded nipples and the softness of her breasts.
A groan tears from me and I walk her back until she’s pressed against the island. She’s still too low so I scoop her up and deposit her on the smooth marble surface.
Her soft umph does shit to me.
She’s level with me now so I can kiss her neck and suck on the skin there. She writhes in one spot, moving her hips back and forth. Her fingers splay across my back and she’s tugging me closer as if she wants me inside her—as deep as I can go.
My cock’s a rod beneath the towel around my waist. It’s dripping precum, begging to be let into her clenching hole.
I rub my hands up and down her thighs and she parts them easily.
“Please, Chance,” she hums, her fingers running through my hair and pressing me down where I’m kissing her neck.
I leave the soft, sweet skin for a second. “Please, what?”
“Please…” She moans as I find the lobe of her ear and roll my tongue around it. “Please.” Her hips buck and she rubs herself against my lower belly.
Her wetness sticks to my skin and forces a spurt of precum out of me.
She’s so goddamn needy.
I want to give in. But I don’t want her to feel the regret that would come after. She was pretty clear.
“You said no fucking.” I catch those restless thighs and hold them apart, then I shift forward.
She’s on my towel covered-cock in a second, her hips rolling around feverishly.
I pull back. “You said.”
“I know what I said!” She squirms, frustration written on her features as her hips twist around but can’t find the friction.
I need her to tell me straight. No lust haze getting in the way of her good sense.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Please, Chance.”
“No, I want to hear it.”
“Let’s just…” She slides off the counter. Her arms wind around my neck and her legs around my waist. She bounces on my dick, her moans loud in the otherwise quiet kitchen.
I let it go on. If precum could burn through fabric, my cock would no doubt be lodged into her tight seeking hole and fucking her senseless.
I grab her ass and help her ride me, faster, harder. She’s breathless with need, her movements turning disjointed. It’s a fucking struggle not to strip off and plunge into her.
But losing myself in the moment would do us no good, so I grab her hips to stop her movements, then I place her back on the island.
She fights me, but I hold steady and finally, she gives up, resting her ass against the surface but bathing my neck with long licks.
My balls tremble with the thought of that overactive tongue on my cock. Rolling around the head, down the veiny stalk, her eyes looking up at me.
I give in for a second and thrust forward, meeting her heat. It’s so good I thrust again.
Maddie’s hands start to descend when I catch myself.
“No.” I grab her hands. “Maddie, look at me.”
Her eyelids flutter open. Eyes glazed with lust slide over my face and stop at my lips. She licks hers and starts to lean in.
“No.” My voice is hoarse with restrained need. I want to give in to whatever madness is pulling us together, but I need to know she’s all in. “Do you want this?”
She swallows. “Yes.”
“It’s me fucking you, Maddie. I’ll have my cock deep inside you and you won’t know where you start or I end.”
Her eyes sparkle with lust. “Yes.”
“And you won’t regret it?”
She shakes her head firmly.
“I need to hear it.”
“I won’t,” she breathes.
I smile. “Say it.”
A line forms between her brows before she gets it. “I won’t regret you fucking me, Chance.”
My cock surges to life, straining against the towel.
“I mean it.” She scooches forward and places her hands on my chest. “I want you deep inside me. So deep it hurts. I want the hurt. It’ll feel so good coming from you.”
“Maddie.” I drop my gaze because I’m barely able to maintain control with the words she’s saying.
“Fuck me, Chance,” she says with a small whimper. “Give it to me so good.”
I snatch her off the island and then I’m heading to the bedroom. She clings to me, letting me feel all of her. I can’t get there fast enough.
Once I have the door shut behind me, I slow down, placing her on the bed. She falls back against the pillows, splayed open before me.
Her eyes are closed and her body thrums with anticipation.
I need to be inside her now, but I also want the moment to last. It’s always been rushed between us—in the garden, the office, but for the first time, I have her in my bed.
She blinks open and meets my eyes.
“Take it off. I want to see all of you.”
She sits up and tugs the shirt off. A groan falls from my throat. Her skin is smooth porcelain. I’m afraid I’ll mar it if I touch her.
She settles back on the pillows, her hands behind her head and her thighs lined up.
“Your turn,” she says.
With a single tug, the towel is off. My cock bounces free, straining toward her, eager to get into the center of her thighs.
Her lips part and she licks the bottom one.
I grab my cock and resist the need to grunt. I stroke up and down, keeping my eyes on her. With every tug on the head, her chest heaves faster. I run my thumb down the slit and she gasps, then swallows.
“Want to suck on it?”
She nods.
I straddle her body and position my cock over her lips. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
Another nod, and then she pushes off my hands and replaces them with hers. Her hands around my cock pull a groan from me. Before I can settle into that feeling, her hot mouth closes around me.
“Fuck, Maddie.” I buck into her, catch myself and try to pull back.
But she grasps me hard and pulls me deeper.
“Maddie—” I grunt, not wanting to but unable to resist thrusting just a little.
The way she’s taking it, so hungry for cock, it’s getting to my head, killing my resolve to take it slow.
I meet the back of her throat. I swear to the ceiling, holding back the need to erupt. She’s going to pull back now and give me relief.
But her throat muscles unclench, and then I’m going deeper.
I look down, shocked to see my cock touch base in her mouth. Her eyes are wide and excited and she writhes beneath me.
Her palms come up to my glutes and she squeezes rhythmically. Asking me to fuck her throat?
Jesus.
I do so. Just little thrusts. Her eyes roll back into her head and she’s unable to stay still.
I have to clamp down on my tongue not to cum. She can’t be this turned on from throat fucking.
But she is.
To take my mind off the pleasure she’s shooting straight to my veins, I lean back and find the valley of her sex.
I graze past the soft hairs, then to her clit. Her hips lift, seeking my touch. I circle the bud once, then slide my middle finger through her slit.
She’s drenched!
Her juices coat my fingers, making my mouth water for a taste. I bring the finger to my mouth and groan around the delicious tang.
Her eyes open to meet mine. She pushes on my stomach and I withdraw from her mouth.
Eyes still on mine, she slides out from underneath me, then kneels and kisses me.
No. She licks my mouth open.
It’s a mating of flavors. Her tangy mixed with my salty. It tastes so fucking good we both moan.
“I want to be inside you now.” I don’t give her a chance to respond.
I sweep her off her knees and lay her down, then I push her knees up to her chest and line my cock with her entrance.
Her mouth is still ravenous on mine. It’s a good distraction because I doubt I can go slow.
I plunge straight to the hilt at once. Her scream gets lost in the kiss but her bucking lower body is sign enough that she likes this. She wants more, just as I do.
I go hard then, unable to stop myself. Her pussy is a maze I want to get lost in. Every thrust sends a new sensation slicing through my being. I never want to lose that feeling.
Her moans drag me out of my head. I open my eyes to take in her pinched features, her shivering body.
Her lips chant my name, but no sound comes out.
I know. I know.
It’s too much. Too good.
I lean down and suck her lower lip, still keeping up with my thrusts.
Her legs open wider and I drop deeper. I go blind for a long minute. When I open up again, her eyes are glued to my face, as if she’s searching for answers.
My heart beats faster as we stare at each other.
It feels more than just fucking now.
Every thrust seems to bind us tighter, and I’m not sure Maddie or I bargained for it.
I latch my lips onto hers and kiss her deeply. Her back arches and her fingers find their way into my hair.
I grind the base of my cock onto her clit until she’s bucking into me, reaching for the feeling.
She’s close.
Even though she’s strangling me, practically wringing the cum from my cock, I wait until she’s shaking and whimpering my name.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she whispers again and again.
Just then, the repetitive clenching around my cock does me in. I cum, hard, flooding her channel. She takes it with bucking hips and moans, clamping down on me until the last drop is gone.
Then she falls back and I collapse on her, catching myself on my elbows at the last second.
I kiss her closed eyelids and she smiles.
My lips twitch and I fall to the side. She slides up to lay her head on my shoulder. I curve my right arm around her then with the left, I stroke her hair.
I’m not sure when it happens but soon, sleep claims us both.
***
I turn over to meet a soft body. My eyes split open and fall on Maddie.
The morning light trickles down her face and through her brown hair. She sighs and her lips part, a slight snore leaving her.
I trap the urge to laugh in my throat and smile instead. She claimed the sheets sometime during the night and she’s all tangled up now.
I only keep from detangling her because I worry she would wake up and won’t get enough sleep. But I can’t resist pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.
Then I drag myself from her side to the bathroom. It takes a few minutes to clean up and when I get out, Maddie’s up.
Her eyes clash with mine and she looks away. “Hi.” She drags my shirt down to cover her body.
“Hi?”
She eyes me for a second. “Last night meant nothing.”
I open my mouth to speak but she barrels on.
“It’s just sex,” she says firmly. “Nothing more.”
“Fine.” I nod, feeling my chest tighten.
She keeps her eyes on mine, waiting for more.
“I promise.”
Satisfied, she looks around. “I’m guessing my off day is over. Can I get my clothes now?”
“They’re in the laundry. Clean.”
A smile plays on her lips. “Thanks.”
The last thing I want is for her to walk out the door, but she does just that. And I’m left alone in the bedroom with the ruffled bed.