Chapter 40
40
RHYS
I ’m trying to get into the festive mood of the party and enjoy myself, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than how fucking good Maddie looks and whether or not I’m going to be ending this night the way I want to: being the one to remove her costume.
I keep searching out Jasmine and the guy she’s been talking to in the crowd to make sure they’re still looking appropriately smitten with each other. Never before have I cared so much about whether or not a guy succeeds in bringing a girl back to his place. It’s like I’m rooting for my favorite NHL team in a playoff game.
Maddie’s by the couch, talking to a guy she’s acquainted with from one of her art classes.
I know I need to work on myself a little, because there’s a twinge of jealousy twisting through me even though the guy’s girlfriend is literally standing right by them and talking with them, too.
Not to mention the fact that I have no right to be jealous, because Maddie and I aren’t in a relationship …
Luckily, Hudson’s voice pulls my attention before I can wallow in the negativity of that thought.
“Rhys, dude, there’s something wrong with this carton of Pringles, I can’t get it open. Try it.” He hands it out to me.
I take it from him. That’s weird. Hudson’s got monster strength, and anyone can pop the plastic top off a carton of Pringles. Maybe it somehow got sealed to the carton during the packaging process? I dunno.
Either way, I give it a try.
It pops off easily—and a snake plushy gets launched into my face by a spring.
I gasp and jump back in shock. Of course, everyone around me cracks up.
I narrow my gaze at Hudson, who’s wearing an uncharacteristic grin. He’s the last guy in the house I’d expect a prank from—which is why it worked, I guess.
“Damn it, Hudson,” I groan.
Tuck wraps his arm around Hudson’s shoulders, grinning ear-to-ear. “Bestie, that was incredible. I’m proud enough to kiss you.”
The two improbable best friends start wrestling with each other as Hudson tries to keep Tuck from planting a smooch on his stubble-covered cheek.
A couple more hours pass. As the clock approaches twelve, the whole party decides to do a New Year’s Eve-style countdown for the last ten seconds, as midnight officially marks Halloween day.
About half an hour after that, I’m chilling outside, getting some respite from the heat of the packed and stuffy house, sipping on a beer with Sebastian.
When he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, Maddie slips next to me. “Jasmine’s leaving with Chris,” she says, her voice low and zesty with suggestion.
My lips curl, and heat tips into my bloodstream. “Then so are we,” I growl.
“We’re leaving with Chris, too?” she snarks, expression deadpan.
I blow out a laugh and spear my hand under her arm, tickling my fingertips against her exposed skin and making her shrink back with a yelp. “You know what I mean.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in a way that makes my cock twitch. “Yeah,” she nods, “I think I do.”
I wrap my hand around hers and pull her with me as we hurry around the side of the house, whipping our heads side to side to make sure we’re sneaking off unnoticed. Last time I was inside, Lane was chatting up a girl he seemed into, so hopefully he’s not going to be looking for either of us for the rest of the night.
We’re not even an hour into it, but I think it’s safe to say that this is going down as the best Halloween ever.
I stop by the bathroom first to wash off my face and put my hair back to normal. The costume was fun, but zombie face paint doesn’t exactly gel with the atmosphere I’ll be going for when I walk into Maddie’s room.
I’m buzzing with anticipation as I walk down the hall to Maddie’s room, glad that no one’s out to spot me. When I push her door open—my breath catches.
Maddie’s lying on her bed, her elbows perched back to prop herself up, wearing nothing but a pair of bra and panties.
This pair I’ve never seen before. These are a frilly, lacy pair that are so unexpected and devastatingly sexy that my blood thickens and races straight to my cock.
I close the door behind me, my eyelids fully peeled back, my mouth agog, my brain scattered and scrambled.
The light is off in Maddie’s room, illumination coming from the dim, atmospheric light filtering through the window next to her bed. The lighting makes her soft, smooth curves and the gossamer fabric of her underwear look all the more exquisite.
Maddie props herself higher on her elbows, pinching her shoulders together so that her perky tits press together. My eyes latch onto the frilly fringe of her bra against those perfect orbs, and my heart gallops. I can run high-intensify sprint drills all day long, but seeing Maddie wearing fucking lingerie has my heart staggered.
“Like them?” Maddie asks, the singsong note of her voice teasing and confident. “I went shopping the other day and thought I’d try something new.”
I recover enough of my senses that I’m no longer swaying on my feet. My astonishment is quickly overpowered by hunger for her body. I quickly strip myself of my costume as I approach her bed.
“I like them very, very much,” I say, my voice gravelly and strained.
Her mouth tilts. “Wanna show me how much?”
I chuckle as my lips press against hers, and I waste no time pushing my tongue past the seam of her mouth, incorrigibly greedy for her taste. Maddie responds in kind, swirling her tongue around mine, one hand brushing against my cheek, the other spearing into my hair.
She spreads her legs, and I settle between her thighs. I palm one of her tits, loving the sensation of her warm skin through the silkiness of her lacy bra.
Maddie tilts her hips, pressing her center against my cock through my boxers. My skin prickles with pleasure and arousal, and I slant my kiss deeper, kneading my fingertips into the firmness of her breast.
I press my chest against hers to flatten her on the bed. I run my other hand down her side, over her ribcage, down the dip of her waist, and then over the curve of her hip. It’s there where I press my fingertips into her softness. She arches against me and swivels her hips for more friction.
I kiss along her jaw to her ear, where I let out a satisfied growl. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” I rasp.
“Yes,” is her breathless answer.
I laugh darkly. I fucking know she is. I can feel how hot she is against me down there.
Irrepressible hunger for her taste snakes through me, and I crawl down her body, dropping hot kisses to her creamy skin along the way.
I take a moment to kiss along the edge of her ribcage, knowing that it always drives her crazy. She arches her back and breathes out a sweet, soft moan that sends a thrill of masculine satisfaction streaking down my back.
My teeth clench with anticipation as I slowly slide the elegant panties down her hips. She lifts and bends her legs for me, and I pull them off, letting them flutter to the floor next to the bed.
Pure lust pulses in my chest when my gaze settles on her pussy, so perfect and glistening wet for me. Seeing her bare like this is so fucking breathtaking. I kiss her warm inner thigh, knowing how tight it winds her with anticipation when I have my head settled between her legs.
“Rhys,” she moans my name, throwing her head back.
“Take your bra off,” I growl, my lips vibrating against her skin. “I want to see your tits while I’m making you come.”
She unclasps her bra and tosses it to the side. The perfect hemispheres of her breasts heave with her heavy breath, her pink nipples pinched into sharp tips pointing at their apex.
I delve into her wetness, drinking up the sweetness of her arousal. Her legs clench around my ears as my lips drag against her slickness. I plunge my tongue into her, so greedy for her juices that I don’t want a single fucking drop to go to waste.
I slant the flat of my tongue over her taut clit, and her body undulates with spasms of pleasure. I fucking love the physical feedback from her body that lets me know I’m making her feel good. The audible feedback is pretty damn nice, too, as her moans and gasps floating in the air are the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.
Her taste is unreal. So damn sweet. So perfect. Better than I could have possibly imagined. Every moment is pure bliss when her juices are coated around my mouth, when her flavor is dancing on my tongue. There’s not a single fucking chance I’d ever get tired of it, even if I tasted it every day for the rest of my life.
“I’m close,” she moans.
My tongue swirls around her clit, slanting and sliding over the tight bundle, urging her climax on as I can feel her tensing around me.
Her hands plunge into my hair and grab thick, tight handfuls, and I know she’s unraveling.
She rides out her orgasm, bucking her hips into my face. Raw pride beats in my chest as Maddie’s climax makes her body thrash in ecstasy while I’m still nestled between her legs.
Her release covers the bottom of my face in her juices, and I lap it all up and only wish for even more.
When I can feel her coming down, I crawl back up to drop a kiss onto her lips, searing her with the juices of her own release.
“Rhys,” she says, pulling back from the kiss.
“Mhm?” I hum, looking down at her sated face.
“Tonight, I …”
Anticipation flutters through me. “Yeah?”
“I want to do it. Tonight.”
Electricity races from the base of my spine and spreads through my chest. My heartbeat thunders up and down the length of my erection, the tip of my cock buzzing.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I need her to be positive.
She nods, a smile playing on her lips. “Yeah.”
She reaches to the drawer between her and Jasmine’s beds and pulls it open, retrieving one of the condoms I saw her buying all those months ago.
We both laugh as we look at it, the same memory flashing in our minds. Fuck, it feels like an eternity since then. So much has happened. So many things I never imagined would happen.
I get rid of my boxers and prop myself on my knees. My cock is throbbing, so hard that it aches, bouncing up and down in the air to the rhythm of my heartbeat that’s so heavy I can hear my blood roaring in my ears.
I tear open the condom and roll it down my length.
A big part of me has wanted to put off this moment for as long as possible, because I’m not sure what comes after it. But those ripples of worry are smoothed over as I look down at Maddie. It’s time.