Chapter 22
#ONEDGE
MADDOX
Adrian was red-faced and happy. His eyes were whiskey-bright and a little glassy as he glanced over his shoulder at me on his way to my bedroom. “First one to get naked wins.”
The curve of his ass in those ridiculous Nordique pants derailed every coherent thought in my brain. I’d meant to let him get a head start, maybe even leave him guessing for a beat.
But when he glanced back at me with those flushed cheeks and dark-lashed eyes, I was done for.
“You’re killing me in those fucking jeans,” I growled, stalking him toward the bedroom. “Wiggling that little influencer ass like you don’t know what it does to me.”
“That right?” Adrian asked, breathless and grinning. “You like the Vinter Denim? I’ll let corporate know.”
“You do that.” I slid my finger through a belt loop and yanked him close. “Did you know you lean into me every time we film? And your pupils blow wide when I touch your wrist?”
His lips parted, but no words came.
I dipped my head to his neck and kissed a slow line just beneath his ear. “I feel your eyes on me every time we’re together.”
Adrian whimpered and grabbed at my shirt. “Fine. Maybe I’m a little obsessed.”
“You don’t know obsessed,” I murmured, kissing him harder this time.
“Tell me,” he breathed as I moved my mouth down to suck on his Adam’s apple, the late-day stubble prickling my tongue.
I pushed him down onto the bed, crawling over him slowly. Not rough. Not hurried. Just deliberate. I wanted to savor this. Wanted to see him get twitchy with need.
“Driving me fucking nuts,” I grumbled.
He arched up to kiss me again, but I shook my head with a wicked smile.
“Nuh-uh,” I said, slipping my hand beneath his shirt and brushing my fingers over his stomach. “You’ve been turning me on all fucking night. I’m not letting either one of us come that fast, Hayes.”
He made a strangled noise and collapsed back against the mattress. His cock pressed hard against the inside of my thigh. “Maddox…”
“You want it bad, don’t you?” I whispered, dragging my mouth down his neck, licking that perfect spot just above his collarbone. “Bet I could make you come just from touching you, teasing you.”
“Try me,” he dared.
I chuckled, biting gently at the edge of his jaw. “Careful. I love a challenge.”
I took my time stripping him down. Every button undone with slow fingers. Every inch of skin exposed kissed, tasted, teased. When he was finally naked and squirming under me, I knelt between his legs and just looked at him.
“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, palming his thighs. “How are you this fucking pretty?”
“I moisturize,” he gasped through a grin, trying to grind up into my hand. His eyes were still glassy and nose bright from my own stubble. “You need tips, mountain man? I hear jizz is good for the skin. You should try it. Like, right now.”
“Sassy.” I pushed him back down with a rumble of laughter. “You trying to get me to hurry up? ’S’not gonna work.”
I kissed the inside of his thigh, just shy of where he was hard and aching. He whimpered.
“Tell me what you want, Adrian,” I said, brushing my lips closer, deliberately not touching.
“You know what I want.”
“Mm,” I teased. “But I like hearing you say it.”
“Maddox,” he said again, softer now, voice trembling. “Please.”
That did it. I groaned and leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. He moaned like I’d knocked the wind out of him.
“You taste so fucking good,” I said, wrapping my hand around the base and watching his hips twitch. “Every time you open that pretty mouth to sass me, I just wanna shut you up with my—”
“Maddox.”
He didn’t have to finish the sentence. I dropped my mouth over him and went slowly. Letting him feel it. Letting him fall apart in my hands.
I sucked his shaft before moving down to pull his balls into my mouth one by one. My tongue pressed a hard stripe across his taint before moving up to suck him down again.
By the time he was panting and flushed, begging me to let him come in a voice that was making my cock leak in sticky lines along his thigh, I pulled back just enough to whisper, “Turn over for me.”
He obeyed instantly, presenting himself with a breathless little gasp when I kissed between his shoulder blades.
“God, look at you,” I said, running my hands over his hips. “You’re shaking.”
“You’re fucking evil.”
“No,” I growled, slicking my fingers and moving between his muscular cheeks to his tight hole. “I’m careful. I’m going to take my time wrecking you.”
Adrian whimpered as I worked him open slowly, fingers curling down just right to make him gasp.
“Look at you. Always so polished and tidy,” I whispered, mouth at his ear. “Always put together. But not right now. Not with my fingers inside you and your cock still dripping with my saliva.”
He whimpered again, pushing back against my hand.
“Imagine if your followers could see you now, Adrian Hayes,” I gritted out, jaw clenched. “All those people leaving little comments, wishing they could see the two of us behind closed doors. Bet there are dozens of guys sliding in your DMs, too, aren’t there? They’d kill to take my place.”
Adrian shook his head wildly as I stroked him. “D-don’t care. Don’t want them. Don’t want anyone else.”
“That’s fucking right,” I said, low and fierce. “Nobody else gets to see you like this because right now, you’re mine. Dirty and beautiful and perfect… and all fucking mine.”
The noise Adrian made deep in his throat and chest was wrecked and broken.
When I finally pushed into him, slow and deep, it was my turn to groan. My eyes rolled back as I felt the tight heat of his body squeezing me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I whispered, making sure I was fully seated before bending over him, skin to skin. “So fucking good.”
Our bodies were warm and damp from sweat as I rolled my hips and pressed in deeper. Adrian grabbed one of my hands and threaded our fingers together, squeezing tight. “Promise me, Maddie,” he gritted out.
In that moment, I would have promised him anything. Anything at all. “Promise you what, baby?” I asked before pressing a kiss against his hot cheek.
“Promise you won’t let me go.”
His words shocked me, but before I could answer him, he was coming, his body arching back and his hand in mine closing in a fist as the sound of his broken cry rang out.
The sound of his orgasm was enough to make mine slam into me and take my breath away.
The hot clench of his body around mine, the combined scents of sweat, jizz, and the faded remnants of whiskey on his breath, and the feel of his tight fist still holding mine all mixed together to make my head spin.
As the two of us faded quickly into sleep, all I could think about was the breathy plea in his voice right before he came.
Promise you won’t let me go.
“Never,” I breathed into his damp hair before pressing a kiss into his skin. “Not on your fucking life.”
Because Adrian Hayes was it for me, and I finally knew exactly how to show him I meant it.
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