Chapter 21
twenty-one
. . .
Georgia
He stroked my hair as his arms wrapped around me. My body was still coming down from the epic orgasm that had just torn through me.
I’d never experienced anything like it.
And now he was holding me in his arms, his hard chest beneath my cheek as he held me.
If this was what a fling was all about, I was so here for it.
Relationships were overrated. Dikota never wanted to cuddle after sex. He said he needed alone time to process, and we would both just lie there, staring at the ceiling.
But this… the after-orgasm cuddle was a close second to what I’d just experienced.
And there was the elephant in the room that would be impossible to ignore.
My hand slid down between us, wrapping around his enormous erection. It was thick, long, and hard as a freaking rock.
Maddox Lancaster really was all man.
His body was a chiseled masterpiece. I’d lost count of his abs, as my eyes had scanned down his chest with admiration, but then he’d dropped his pants to the floor, and I’d gawked in awe at the man and his massive penis.
I’d never seen anything like it.
I sucked in a breath, feeling him grow in my hand as I stroked him. How was that possible?
And how the hell was this enormous thing going to fit inside me?
He chuckled over his rapid breaths, as if he were reading my thoughts.
“You’ll be fine, Tink. We’ll take our time.” He hissed out a breath when my thumb stroked over the tip, feeling the slickness there before sliding back down.
“Okay. Do you have a condom?”
“Yes,” he said, his voice gruff. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer before tearing at the foil packet with his teeth and dropping the wrapper onto the floor as I continued to stroke him.
I pushed up onto my knees, dropped my hand from where I’d been gripping him, and held it out to him. “Show me how to do it.”
He studied me. “Lots of firsts tonight, huh?”
He placed the condom in my hand and guided me to the tip of his ginormous schlong. Was ginormous even a word?
If not, it needed to be. Because there was no other explanation for what I was seeing.
His hand covered mine as I rolled the latex over him.
He startled me when he reached for my hips and shifted me over him. Straddling his hips with my knees as I hovered above Mount Cockasaurus.
Yes… Maddox Lancaster’s dick deserved a nickname. That was how spectacular it was.
“You can control the speed and how much you can handle, okay?” he said, his gaze locked with mine. “If it doesn’t feel good, we stop. There are other things we can do.”
“Okay,” I said, positioning myself just above him, his tip teasing my entrance.
And I wanted him so badly that I was determined to make this work.
I slid down just a little, flinching at the intrusion.
His hands came up and covered my breasts, tweaking my nipples, as a groan slipped from my lips, and I took him in a little bit more.
Inch by glorious inch.
I’d pause and allow myself a minute to adjust to his size as he continued exploring my body before he tugged my head down to his mouth.
He kissed me slowly at first, his tongue slipping in and out, as I took him in a little deeper.
He kissed me harder as one hand tangled in my hair and the other traced up and down my back.
It was so soothing, the mix of pleasure and pain, I couldn’t get enough.
I slid down, taking him all the way in, and we both froze for a moment.
It was uncomfortable at first, almost hard to breathe. But I sat up and let out a few breaths as I looked down at him.
His dark eyes were hooded, his lips plump from kissing me, and his fingers were still tracing my breasts.
“So fucking beautiful, Tink.”
The way he was looking at me, touching me.
I’d never shared a more intimate moment with a man before.
I was in deep trouble, and I knew it.
But I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.
I slowly lifted up as his fingers intertwined with mine, and I came back down just as slowly at first. I did it again and again.
Somewhere along the way, the pain had turned to pleasure.
I could feel him everywhere.
Our hands connected as I took my time riding him over and over.
He groaned as his hands untangled from mine, and he gripped my hips before sitting forward, and his lips sealed over one breast. He licked and sucked, and we found our rhythm.
He moved to the other breast as he circled my nipple with his tongue, and my head flew back as I arched into him.
Faster.
Harder.
I couldn’t get enough.
His fingers moved between us, and he touched me just where I needed him to.
I tightened around him, my body stiffening as the most powerful current ripped through me, and I shook and trembled uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pumped into me once.
Twice.
And then he went right over the edge with me.
A guttural sound left his throat, and he continued moving inside me, tugging at my hair as he pulled my mouth to his.
I’d never felt anything like this.
This made the earlier orgasm seem like a practice round.
My arms, my hands, my fingers… everything tingled. My chest pounded so hard I could hear the thumping in my ears.
Our labored breaths flooded the room as a sliver of moonlight illuminated his handsome face. We stayed this way, with me on top of him and his arms wrapped around me, until we both were able to slow our breathing.
And then he pulled back to look at me.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispered.
I rested my hand on his cheek. “The same thing you’re doing to me.”
He nodded before sliding me off him and laying me on the pillow before pushing to stand and walking to the bathroom.
I pressed up on my elbows to watch as his muscled butt flexed with each stride from his long, thick thighs.
His broad shoulders were cut to perfection, and his back was a work of art.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Tink.”
“I’m not trying to hide the fact that I’m staring.” I chuckled, but my voice was barely recognizable. It was all husky and sexed up. Had his penis been so big that it had bumped my vocal cords?
The thought had me laughing harder, and Maddox came striding out of the bathroom, more big dick energy than any one man should have.
But he wore it well.
He dove on top of me and tipped me back. His hands found mine again and interlocked our fingers as he pinned them above my head.
“What’s so funny, Tink?”
“I just can’t believe everything that just happened, you know?” I said.
He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
There was a softer side to this man that I didn’t think he showed many people, and I was honored that he showed it to me often.
“Um, no. I mean, at first, it was a shock to the system,” I said, glancing up and smiling at him. “But then it was just… amazing.”
“You felt so fucking good. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you, Tink.”
I ran my fingers over his chest, across the light dusting of dark hair, and traced each of his distinct abs. “Careful, Bossman. You don’t want to go falling in love with me now.”
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t say a word.
The energy in the room shifted.
I wanted to tell him that I was already hopelessly in love with him.
But I knew it would freak him out.
It was so me to fall for the guy that I couldn’t have.
Because this man had made it clear that this was temporary, but that didn’t stop me from wanting him.
“Tell me what it was like growing up in a house with all those kids and all that love there,” he said, surprising me with the question. His fingers gently traced up and down my back and neck.
“Crazy. Chaotic. Fun. Frustrating,” I said. “Being the baby of the family can be difficult sometimes. Everyone thinks they know what’s best for me. But at the same time, I never have a day in my life where I don’t know how much I’m loved.”
“That’s the dream, right?” he said, his voice low and serious, as if he was deep in thought.
I pushed up to look at him. “I see the way your grandfather looks at you, Maddox. And I don’t know your dad or your brother or your grandmother, but I’m guessing they love you fiercely, too.”
He smiled. One of those rare smiles that I got from him. Perfectly white teeth, handsome face, and a smile that reached his dark eyes. “That’s because you’re all good, Tink. You think everyone is lovable.”
“I don’t. But I know you are.”
Because I’m crazy in love with you.
Maddox wrapped his arms around me a little tighter, and I listened to the sound of his breaths. The way his chest rose and fell with me against him. The rhythmic beating of his heart soothed me. And I dozed off, feeling more relaxed and content than I’d ever been in my life.
When I opened my eyes, the room was pitch dark, so I knew it was still nighttime. I glanced around the room, and Maddox was gone. I reached for my phone and saw that it was just after two o’clock in the morning, and I set it back down on the nightstand.
I pushed to my feet and found his sweater on the floor and pulled it over my head. The warmth of the cashmere draped over me, fitting more like a dress, and I padded through the bedroom and out into the hallway.
Where could he have gone?
It was the middle of the night.
“Maddox?” I whispered.
I heard what sounded like a muffled voice in distress, and I hurried toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway. When I pushed the door open, Maddox had his hands up as he continued to yell, and it sounded like he was saying “help,” but it was hard to tell.
I moved to the side of the bed, and I reached for his hands. “Hey, it’s me. You’re okay.”
He pulled his hands away and flailed a little bit, but I moved closer, my hands on each side of his face. “Maddox. Maddox.”
I kept my voice calm. I’d heard my mom talk about patients who had night terrors, and I knew I wasn’t supposed to wake him, but I couldn’t stand seeing him so upset.
I continued saying his name, and he eventually stopped shouting, and his eyes shot open.
He looked terrified at first. Confused. Devastated. I couldn’t place all the things I saw in his dark gaze.
“You’re okay,” I whispered.
“Tink?” He blinked a few times before sitting up and rubbing a hand over his face.
“I came looking for you. I didn’t know where you went.”
He looked so vulnerable when his gaze met mine. It nearly took my breath away. “I don’t normally spend the night with the women that I’m with. I don’t do sleepovers.”
Yet he’d asked me to stay with him for a few days? It appeared we were both having lots of firsts.
“Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I don’t like to advertise the fact that I have nightmares, Georgia. It’s not something I’m proud of.”
I pushed him down to lie on his back, and I slipped into the bed beside him, my fingers moving along his jaw in an attempt to comfort him. “Nor should it be something you are ashamed of. Lots of people have nightmares, Maddox.”
He let out a long breath. “Fuck. This is complicated. I wanted you to stay here for a few days, but I thought if I slept in another room, I wouldn’t wake you up.”
“Hey,” I said, pushing up on his chest to look at him. The room was dark, but enough light was coming through the blinds to make out his features. “You didn’t wake me up. I woke up on my own and came looking for you.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should have told you.”
“I forgive you. You’re actually pretty cuddly, Bossman.”
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to hold after sex,” he said, his voice low and hesitant, as if the admission was something he was uncomfortable sharing.
“Do you think it’s my pickleball skills that make me special?” I said, my voice all tease.
“Or the way you just rode me like a fucking jockey at the Kentucky Derby.”
I laughed. “Let’s go back to sleep, okay?”
“If I do anything—” He paused. “Or if I shout and it scares you, I want you to leave.”
“You don’t scare me, Maddox.” I wrapped my arms around his chest and fell back asleep.
I wasn’t scared that Maddox would have a nightmare.
I was only scared that he’d most likely break my heart.