Chapter Thirty-Six #2
Moaning, the taste of salt and sweat and something unmistakably Maddox explodes on my taste buds.
Like my own, his hands are everywhere, one holding my jaw, the other shoving my skirt up to my hips before kicking my legs apart.
He pushes his thigh between mine and grinds up, pressure hitting exactly where I need it most.
I gasp, head thudding back against the brick wall, the sound swallowed by the low thrum of music coming from the stage. His dark chuckle sets me alight, his fingers dragging over the soaked strip of cotton between my legs. I jerk at the contact, craving more.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs as his mouth brushes my jaw.
I claw at his shirt, twisting the fabric in my fist, dragging him even closer, not that there’s any space left. The thick ridge of his cock presses against me, the friction perfect, my thighs clenching around the muscle he’s wedged between them.
He groans like he’s losing his mind, hips rutting harder now, and I’m right there with him.
His hand teases along the edge of my panties, his knuckles grazing slick skin, making me whimper.
I’m trembling, desperate and needy, my whole body wound tight as his teeth scrape down my throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering shut as he nips the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.
He freezes, my words hanging there, too loud and bold in the dark, like I screamed them instead of whispered. We’ve never crossed that line. In all the time we’ve been doing… this, it’s never gone there. Never tipped past touches and mouths, grinding with too many clothes still on.
But I can’t think straight, can’t think past the aching need to feel him—all of him—the weight, the stretch, the moment when he finally stops holding back and lets go. And the idea of doing it here, somewhere we could get caught, only makes me want it more.
“Paige.”
My name is spoken as a strained plea. I throb everywhere, my heartbeat slamming behind my ribs. My hands shake as I palm him through his jeans, the heat of him making my pussy throb.
“Please, Maddox,” I whisper.
He groans low in his throat, pushing his finger into my panties, the fabric creating a devastating pressure as he presses it onto my clit that I nearly break.
“This is probably a bad idea,” he murmurs, lips back against my throat.
“The worst,” I breathe. “But I want it. Want you.”
I fumble with the button on his jeans, tugging down the zipper and sliding my hand into his boxer briefs. He’s hard as steel, but impossibly smooth, and the way he jerks in my palm as I curl my fingers around him, I need him more than air.
He hisses, hips moving on their own as I start to pump.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice frayed like my nerves. “We need a condom.”
“If you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds,” I say, thumbing over the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum already pooling there, “I swear to God, I’ll ride your thigh until I come. But I’d prefer to do that with you inside me.”
He growls like it’s being ripped from his chest, tearing himself away from me. Chills race through my body, touching everywhere his heat once coated me, and for one horrifying heartbeat, I panic, thinking I’ve gone too far, that I’ve finally found Maddox Knox’s limit.
But then he reaches into his back pocket, a silver packet catching the light as he tugs it free, tearing the foil open with his teeth. A laugh escapes me as I watch him shove his jeans around his thighs and roll the latex onto his cock, the sight dizzyingly sinful.
“I thought you’d want to go back to your dressing room,” I breathe out, gasping when his hands latch onto my thighs, lifting me effortlessly off the floor.
“It would take longer than ten seconds to get you back there,” he rasps as he guides my legs around his waist, my skirt crumpling around my hips as he presses my back into the wall.
“So you’ve been carrying a condom all this time just in case?” My voice hitches as the cold bricks meet my spine while his heat blankets every inch of my front. “Hoping we might get that privacy on the bus and wanted to be prepared, huh?”
“Hopeful,” he says, sliding one hand between us. “Dangerously fucking hopeful.”
He nips at my throat, pushing my panties to the side and guiding the blunt head of his cock to where I’m soaking, ready for him.
My eyes roll in anticipation as the tip notches at my entrance. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Whatever last thread of restraint he was holding on to is gone as his mouth crashes onto mine, and he pushes inside, tongue claiming mine with the same intensity as always.
There’s no teasing, no finesse, just the thick, heavy length of him sinking inside, inch by glorious inch, the stretch so fucking perfect I cry out, arching off the wall with a broken gasp.
Sweat beads on Maddox’s temples, like the feel of me wrapped around him is more than he was prepared for.
Fuck, it’s more than I was prepared for, too.
“I knew you’d feel like this,” he grits out, burying himself deep between my legs, eyes squeezed shut as my pussy throbs and clenches around him. “Better than I imagined.”
He pulls back, then drives in harder, locking us together. My nails dig into his shoulders, my thighs wrapping around his waist, keeping him close. “You imagined this?”
His laugh is like gravel. “Every damn night.”
Hips snapping into mine, his rhythm is ruthless, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.
My back grinds against the wall, every scrape licking a trail of sparks that only heightens everything.
This was a mistake. We never should have crossed this line, because he moves like he’s making up for every stare, every jibe, every message buried in lyrics we were too scared to say out loud.
But god help me, I don’t want him to stop.
He fucks me hard, filthy and fast, his mouth on my neck, jaw, lips. Each kiss like a claim, each snap of his hips, slap of skin on skin, drowned out by Reign’s set thundering through the floorboards. I clutch at his shoulders, trying to hold on, but it’s useless.
“Fuck,” he grits out, forehead pressing to mine, his movements slipping, becoming uncoordinated the closer to the edge he gets. “You feel… Christ, Paige…”
My thighs ache, squeezing around him and dragging him deeper. My back’s burning, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone, every nerve ending alight, close to unravelling in his hands as pleasure coils low in my belly.
“I’m close,” I whisper as I rock against him, chasing that high that’s just out of reach.
He pulls back enough to lick his fingers, the spit-soaked tips disappearing and rubbing in tight, fast circles on that sweet spot that makes me see stars.
Eyes rolling back, I explode, body locking up, teeth latching onto his shoulder to muffle my cries.
I shake, spots blurring my vision, the sound of his groan in my ear better than any song on stage.
But it’s not just the physical release; it’s everything else in between. How these moments have stolen my logic, ignored the flags, drowned out everything around us until it’s just him.
He thrusts once, twice, before he’s tensing, spilling into the condom with a guttural growl.
We cling to each other, panting, shaking, barely holding it together.
And when he leans back to look at me, I see something in his dark eyes I don’t know how to name.
He kisses me languidly, like he’s savoring this moment, before sliding out and gently lowering me to my feet, hand staying on my hip like he’s not ready to let go.
Tying off the condom, Maddox pulls up his jeans, freezing at the sound of footsteps and voices approaching.
He moves fast, ducking into the shadows and shoving the used condom into his pocket.
I press my back against the wall, hidden behind the flight cases, heart thundering as Beau’s frame fills the end of the hallway.
I watch as Maddox meets his eyes before lowering to his undone fly, shrugging, casual as ever, like nothing’s wrong.
“Just needed a minute.”
I hold my breath, waiting for the questioning, the accusation, when Beau replies dryly, “Right…”
Just when I’m about to breathe out, Olive appears beside him in a whirlwind, hand latching onto Beau’s arm with a sly grin. “I didn’t think watching would’ve been your kind of thing.”
Beau jerks backward, mouth opening and closing like he’s lost for words, but I can see the way he’s looking at my best friend, like he wants her and fears her in equal measure, not sure what instinct to follow.
“Relax, baby,” she purrs, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Play your cards right and maybe I can give you a show.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, catching Beau’s hard swallow as she drags him away, looking behind her and mouthing, You’re welcome.
I don’t move, don’t suck in a much-needed breath until Maddox exhales, his shoulders dropping like he’s already regretting everything. I’m still trembling inside, my orgasm high intensified by almost being caught.
He turns slowly, glancing over his shoulder before closing the distance, his mouth finding mine again in a kiss that leaves no doubt. He doesn’t regret a thing.
But I think I might.
We know what’s at stake, we know we shouldn’t do this, but we can’t stay away.
And if this keeps going, I’m going to fall for Maddox Knox… If I haven’t started to fall already.