7. Madison #2
I had a hard day at work. Screaming, crying, and the endless beeps of machines were all I could hear as I struggled to pull on my plain black cocktail dress and slip into the matching strappy heels for the NorthStar Memorial Gala.
Adrian always loved an excuse to show me off, but I felt sick to my stomach and would have preferred to stay home instead.
I exited our bedroom and forced myself down the hall, finding it hard to look the part of the perfect, beaming Madison that I was always expected to be.
As I approached the foyer, I found Adrian waiting for me, standing tall and proud in his all-black Armani suit, complimented by a black silk tie. His hair was perfectly mussed with pomade, giving him his styled yet unkempt look.
Adrian was always gorgeous like this—a man who begged to be gawked at by every woman he passed.
“Madison.” He held his hand out to me with a look of concern in his deep green eyes. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
I wanted to cry— to break right here in front of him, not even giving a damn how weak it made me appear. I was tired—so fucking tired.
“Nothing… let’s just go.” I shook my head, avoiding eye contact. When I ignored his hand as I stumbled to step past him, he caught my arm and gripped my chin with his other hand. My eyes glistened with tears that I refused to shed as he angled my face to meet his.
“Go back to the bedroom and change.” He ordered, eyes dropping to my dress before flicking back to lock with mine.
“Let me guess, this dress isn’t good enough to be seen with you and your suit at the Gala?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes so hard my head spun.
“No. It’s not.” He growled, pulling me into him. “Go change into a pair of my sweatpants and a T-shirt. We’re not going—not when my love looks like this.” His gaze softened as he searched my eyes and dragged his thumb along my cheek.
“But I—”
“You have done more than enough today, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” He assured me, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead before gesturing to the hallway. “Go. Change.” I didn’t fight or argue with him this time.
When I returned from our bedroom wearing his sweatpants and a loose white T-shirt, I found Adrian already lounging on the couch. He had already removed his coat, and had his shirt unbuttoned halfway, with the silk tie undone and lazily draped over his shoulders.
Adrian held out his hand, his eyes never leaving mine as I approached where he was sitting, and he pulled me down between his legs, wrapping himself around me—affectionately.
“Don’t even for a second think that I would put anyone or anything else above you, Madison.” He murmured into my hair as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re my everything.”
Adrian made it so hard not to love him—so I did.
I let myself into Marcus’s apartment—by casually picking the lock on his door.
Okay… so I broke into his apartment.
It was well past two in the morning, and I needed my Marcus fix before returning home. Murder and madness always had me craving him after a long day at work.
The apartment was almost pitch black, and it took my eyes a while to adjust to the contrast from the bright lights out in the hall. It surprised me that he would have such a large unit all to himself, but I never thought to ask if he lived alone—not like I cared.
We had always met and fucked at my place, so this was officially my first time being at his. He gave me his address months ago, but I never needed to come here until now—until I became desperate enough to act like a creepy stalker in the night and surprise Marcus with sex.
I lightly tiptoed down the hall and crept into the first room on my left, where the door was cracked open just enough to see inside. A stream of moonlight spread across the back wall, giving the barest kiss of light to where I could see his sleeping form under the duvet.
Not wasting any time, I stripped off my scrubs, bra, and thong as I approached the bed, dropping them to the floor before climbing in underneath the sheets and crawling my way up his warm body.
I was hungry—ravenous to have a taste of him, and he smelled so fucking good.
Marcus stirred as my bare breasts glided along his thighs, making my nipples grow hard, and I softly groaned when I found him already completely naked. I didn’t know he preferred sleeping without clothes on—bonus.
I gripped his cock, working it with my hand to get it hard before wrapping my mouth around his tip and taking him like a python. The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my tongue, and I grew feral with the need to take him even deeper.
I swallowed as I drove my head down on his hard cock, fucking him with my throat. I could hear his low moans as he adjusted his body under me, his hand sliding under the blanket to tangle in my hair.
I dug my nails into his thigh, a plea for him to take control as I let a purr vibrate from deep within my throat.
Not needing any more encouragement, his grip tightened in my hair as his moans grew louder, and he rolled his hips upward, thrusting himself in and out as I hollowed my cheeks for more suction.
Leaning all my weight on my left side, I brought up my right hand to play with his balls, squeezing them gently as I felt his body tense.
Marcus was always so responsive to my touch—my good boy who loved how I played with him. I knew all the right buttons to push to get him off effortlessly.
With one last rough thrust, he came down the back of my throat, his hot cum oozing out of the corners of my mouth as he pulled me off his dick and threw the sheets off of us.
Savoring his delicious taste, I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his, my eyes growing wide at a pair of bright greens glowing in the moonlight.
I swallowed in shock before letting out an audible gasp as I attempted to bolt from the bed.
“Oh my g—”
A hand was abruptly slapped over my mouth, and I suddenly found myself pinned underneath a hard and heavy body.
Dean’s body.
Holy shit.