Chapter 15 #2
I do as he says, and he rips his shirt over his head. His sweats follow in one quick movement, and I lock onto his bobbing cock. It’s long and lean, just like its owner. I’ve always known Maddy likes to go commando. I’ve never appreciated it until now.
He strokes himself once. Slow, leisurely. I let out a slow breath. That’s…that’s all for me.
“On my bed, East.”
I snap out of my trance and stumble backward. My thighs hit his mattress, and I hop onto it, then scramble up until I’m spread out, head on his pillow. A bottle of lube lands next to me, and I stare dumbly at it. I am very out of my element.
Then the bed dips, and I’m greeted with a sight that should be illegal. Maddy crawls up my body from the foot of the bed. Fucking prowls up me, the look in his eyes predatory. He’s a starved animal finally getting what it has waited so very patiently for. It’s terrifying. Exhilarating.
He presses a kiss to my thigh, to the juncture where my leg meets my hip.
He pauses. Like he’s deliberating. Then something in him snaps, and he buries his nose in my groin and fucking inhales me.
My cock jumps, my thighs clenching. But he passes over my dick and kisses up my stomach.
His tongue dips out and traces the valley of my abs.
My balls feel like they’re going to explode.
I’m pretty sure the minute my dick gets touched I’m going to come.
It’s never been like this before. Another person’s touch has never been like liquid fire flowing over my skin.
It’s never inspired visions of more. His tongue flicks my nipple, and images of him between my legs, doing exactly that over my dick, has me squirming beneath him.
He’s up on all fours, though, so there’s barely any contact, definitely no contact on my dick. Which is a curse and a blessing.
“You can touch me too, you know,” he murmurs into my skin.
That’s when I realize I’m fisting the sheets at my sides in a death grip. “I’m not sure I can,” I grit out.
He buries his laugh in my neck, then pushes up on his hands and stares down at me. “Is this too much? Should we slow down?”
“It’s too much and not enough at the same time.”
His stare caresses my face. “Yeah, I get it.” He pushes my hair back from my forehead and drags his nails over my scalp.
My eyes sink shut, and I lean into the touch.
God, I’ve always loved when he does that.
Some nights I’d just lie with my head in his lap watching TV or baseball while he did that for hours.
It was bliss. Something about feeling that familiar touch mixed with the unfamiliar new ones my body’s learning tonight, grounds me.
Settles me. Brings me back. Back to Maddy.
“I have an idea,” he whispers. “For what I think makes sense for us tonight.”
I dip my chin in a slow nod. “Show me.”
He shifts down, knees spread around my hips, and grabs the lube.
And fuck. What a sight he is. It’s not even that it’s sexy—which my body definitely thinks it is—but he’s so damn beautiful.
He’s all lean, hard muscle. I’ve always teased him about the definition of his abs, you can see all eight of them, plus the hard ridges that wrap around his torso.
Lean and lithe, whereas I’m more brawn and bulk.
My muscles have been built on me; Maddy’s are a part of him, seamless.
His thighs flex as he shifts, and a vision of him extending to make a catch hits me, plays in my mind like a movie.
Toe on the bag, nearly in a split, arm stretched as far as his body would allow.
He made the out. It had been an incredible play.
An incredible display of athleticism. Sinew and strength and flexibility.
The click of the lube cap snaps me back.
My gaze homes in on his cock. It’s an angry purple, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He slicks a lubed hand over it, and I watch in fascination as the mushroom tip disappears and reappears with each slow pull. I think I’d like to watch him jerk off sometime.
“What are you thinking over there?” he asks huskily. “The way you’re looking at me—” His fist tightens for a beat, then relaxes again.
I swallow thickly. “I, uh…I was thinking I’d like to watch you get off sometime.”
His lips part, and his hips buck into his hand. “Yeah,” he says, his voice strained. “That should definitely happen.” He squirts more lube into his hand and drops to his other one, his face hovering above mine. “Ready?” he whispers.
I fall into those green irises, knowing he’s going to catch me. “Yes.”
His fist wraps around my length, and I let out a hiss.
His strokes are loose and lazy, but they still send pleasure streaking down my spine.
Then his hand is gone, and I’m not sure if I’m sad or grateful.
I don’t have time to figure it out, though, because he lowers himself onto me, every inch of heated skin pressing up against mine.
My skin sings. Oh my God. This is bliss.
This is heaven. His gaze is locked on mine, his forearms caged around my head, a wave of black hair falling over his brow.
“Kiss me,” I beg. I think I’m falling apart. I don’t understand. All I know is he’s the only one who can hold me together.
His mouth lands on mine, and I whimper in relief. A low groan rumbles in his chest, vibrates against my own. Then he grinds his hips into mine, and I see stars. His cock drags along mine, and it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
Something I don’t understand fills me, surrounds me.
I don't understand it, but I need more. We kiss harder, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. It’s desperate.
It’s a lifetime of love finally coming to light.
I let go of the sheets and reach for him.
My fingers latch onto his hips, dig into the top of his ass as I pull him against me.
I can’t get close enough. I don’t know if it’s possible to get close enough.
I want to crawl inside him and make a home there.
He fists my hair, and when I grip his ass, he jerks against me, a feral sound bursting from him.
Fuck. My cock swells, pleasure lighting me up like a neon display.
It’s rushing at me. About to consume me.
I need to see him. Need my eyes locked on his, need to know it's him I’m falling over the edge with.
I cup his face and gently pull him away. He stares down at me through black-fringed lashes, pants falling from his swollen, glistening lips. His body rocks into mine in perfect rhythm. Just like how we’re in-sync on the field, we are here too.
I hitch his leg up my hip, and the angle change is pure ecstasy.
His fist tightens in my hair, while those swollen lips part on a silent moan.
His eyes never leave mine. Mine never leave his.
In this moment, everything finally makes sense.
This was always where we were supposed to end up.
And for the first time in my life, I’m happy I am the way I am.
I’m happy I don’t feel sexual attraction like everyone else.
Because I can recognize this for how truly extraordinary it is. It’s a gift.
Rare. Precious.
It’s vulnerable, it’s bare, it’s undeniable.
It's us.
“You and me,” I whisper.
With those words, it finally hits us. The pleasure swallows us, wraps around us and weaves us together.
I’m drowning in it, drowning in him. His movements grow erratic and choppy.
His forehead falls to mine, his mouth dropping open, lips dragging over mine as he shudders on top of me.
Strangled moans fall from him, and the heat of his release covers my stomach.
My cock swells, and I buck into him, a half-sob falling from me as I erupt.
Maddy holds me through it, as I succumb to the most overwhelming, soul-consuming bliss.
He presses soft kisses to my lips between harsh breaths.
Tender. Adoring. My heart stumbles, and I melt into the bed.
My body shakes slightly beneath his, my muscles jelly.
I think my bones have completely disappeared.
“Was that okay?” he whispers hoarsely.
I graze my nose against his and deflate with a sigh. Was that okay? It was so far beyond okay. It was perfect. “It was everything.”
He collapses against me, head buried in my neck. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze tightly. My Maddy.
It took me a long time to see it, but the truth is simple: home has always been him. I might have taken a roundabout way to get here, getting lost every step of the way, but I finally realize what this feeling is—it’s finding home.