25. Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Five
Parker
I helped Annie walk through the lobby with Ryan and Madison trailing behind us. All my anxiety disappeared the moment I saw Annie’s car driving in the parking lot, which left room for my rage to grow unproportional to the situation.
Fully aware that I went from flirting with Madison to completely ignoring her a few times already and that she had every right to push me away, it still annoyed me when she cut me off so bluntly the other day. So after I was sure she wasn’t chased by a bunch of dirtbags with cameras, I could let my rage run wild. I just had to control it until we were alone.
“Do you need help, Mr. Wilson?” Melany’s voice flew from the reception desk.
I flashed her a quick smile. “No, Mel. Thank you. ”
Somehow that wasn’t enough for her to stay where she was supposed to be on her shift and she ran after me, while we were exiting the lobby.
“I could come with you. Help Miss Foster get comfortable.”
Madison’s bitter laugh came from behind my back. “You would really like that, wouldn’t you, Mel? Come with Mr. Wilson?”
Melany turned to look at her, her face beat read and I could only imagine the satisfaction on Madison’s face.
“Shut up and move, Madison,” I barked. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault?” She had the audacity to yell.
I stopped and gave orders to all three of my employees.
“Melany, get back to the reception desk. Ryan,” I untangled Annie’s hands from my arm and passed her on to him. “Take her to The Pearl. And you,” I shifted my focus to Madison. “You’re coming with me.”
Two out of three nodded and followed my orders immediately, while the third eyed me with defiance.
“You and I are going to The Pink Diamond now,” I said in a quiet voice, just in case there was a noisy housekeeper hiding behind a bush or something. “And we are having a conversation whether you want it or not.”
Madison crossed her arms over her chest. “No.”
I took a step closer to her. “I swear to God, Madison, if you don’t cooperate, I will drag you back to the lobby and I will explain to Mel exactly how jealous you are of her. That will brighten up her day, don’t you think? I bet she would tell the story to the entire staff. Would you like that?”
“You wouldn’t cause a scene like that in your own hotel,” she challenged me, not denying my theory that she was in fact jealous .
“Wanna bet? It wouldn’t be my first choice, but if presented with no other option I would do it.”
With that I started walking and she followed. We reached the door of The Pink Diamond and I opened it with my card which earned me a death glare. She stomped inside and I followed. By the time she threw her purse on the couch and whirled around I was already in her face.
I clenched my fists. “What happened?” I was aching to touch her, but I had to refrain from it for the time being.
“Nothing,” Madison’s nostrils flared. “She had a hangover from last night and decided to cure it with champagne.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“You sure?”
“What else could there be?”
“I imagined you being chased by paparazzi or something. Women like Annie have stalkers too, you know? How is that for an example?”
That made her shut up. She tried to step away from me, but I grabbed her wrist with one hand and placed my other on her lower back, pinning her closer. I wanted to kiss her so bad I could barely breathe.
“I know we haven’t talked about it, but we’re definitely past the phase where we pretend this attraction doesn’t exist, so I’m just gonna move on to the bigger issue here. That thing you said to Melany? You can’t go off like that in front of the staff or the guests.”
She looked me straight in the eye and by the intensity of her stare I expected her to say something insulting but she surprised me. “I know.”
Dropping my forehead to hers I inhaled deeply her flowery scent. “I meant it when I said I love that you refuse to lose, but do I love it when you decide to surrender? ”
I let her go and expected her to step back, but she didn’t budge. So I took her face in my hands and angled it so that my lips were an inch away from hers. Her breath hitched, and I could see the war waging behind her eyes. Then she closed the gap between us, crashing her lips onto mine in a demanding kiss. My hands found her waist and I dug my fingertips into her back, pinning her against me. The moan that escaped her mouth made my already hard cock twitch.
I broke the kiss and nibbled on her earlobe. “I can't tell you how many times I imagined you moaning like that. Begging for my cock.”
“I don’t beg.”
I leaned in and followed the length of her neck with my nose. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”
My hands traveled down from her waist over her hips and I started gathering the fabric of her dress up while I walked her backwards until her back hit the closest wall with a thud. She sucked in a breath and I chuckled.
“You like it rough, don’t you?” Her tongue darted out of her mouth to wet her lips. I dropped to my knees, yanked one of her legs and placed it over my shoulder. Burying my nose in her soaked underwear, I groaned in pleasure. “Your mouth might not be begging, but your pussy certainly is.” I pressed my thumb to the wet spot and rubbed it. “You smell so good.”
Her entire body arched chasing my touch; only her head was still pressed to the wall.
“Normally I wouldn’t do this, but since we established you like it rough…” I hooked my fingers on both sides of her underwear and ripped the lace.
My mouth watered at the sight of her naked glistening pussy at my eye level. I pressed a kiss to her mound, nowhere near the places that would give her real pleasure, and I let my hands roam all over her thighs and her ass, avoiding the place she wanted me to touch the most.
Madison tried to chase my mouth and whimpered, her breaths becoming heavier with each denial. I finally moved closer and pinched her clit between my fingers. She gasped, her hips bucking against my touch. “You have to ask nicely if you want my tongue,” I whispered against her flesh.
“I don’t beg,” she repeated between breaths and I smiled, my own desire throbbing in my groin.
I remained on my knees in front of her and continued my slow torture until her skin was covered with a drops of sweat. Then I removed her leg off my shoulder and ran a hand from her ankle to the soft spot where her thigh ended next to her center. I stopped right there and glanced up at her. Her face was red, her eyes hooded and her lips parted.
She was a stubborn woman but I was determined to make her say the words. I slowly moved my thumb to her dripping entrance. The feel of her slickness there almost crumbled my resolve. I wanted to toy with her and make her beg, but I also wanted to make her come like no one else had before. So without breaking eye contact I pushed my thumb inside her. Her eyelids fell shut and her hand slid into my hair.
At an agonizingly slow pace I moved my thumb in and out of her, while my breath fanned her pink and swollen pussy.
She tried to squeeze her thighs together and ride my finger but I used my other hand and pressed her ass to the wall, preventing her from moving too much.
A frustrated groan escaped her lips and I wanted to reward her for finally showing me her impatience, so I lowered my head and flattened my tongue over her clit. Glancing up at her I saw her expression change from angry resistance to grateful bliss .
She threw her head back and moaned my name, and I almost came inside my pants.
“Please,” she breathed out. “I need more.”
And with that my restraints dissolved. I sucked her clit between my lips and ran my teeth along it and she yanked at my hair. I slid my thumb out of her, just to invade her with my index and middle finger.
She placed her leg on top of my shoulder on her own, baring herself for me.
“That's it, love,” I encouraged her. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her confirmation was enough for me. I sucked hard on her clit while I finger fucked her fast and hard and within second her body tensed. She screamed, her hips bucking wildly against my hands, her nails digging into my scalp. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed her as I continued to devour her sensitive nub, milking every last drop of her climax.
When her quivers started to subside, I slowly slid my fingers out of her drenched core, and gently kissed her inner thighs, savoring the taste of her on my mouth. Then I stood up, and without warning, lifted her by her waist, pressing her back against the wall once more.
I grinned at her as she was trying to catch her breath. “You're welcome.”
Madison laughed weakly. “You're a sadistic bastard,” she accused, but there was a playful undertone to her voice.
I used the moment to press my aching cock to her still throbbing pussy.
“My juices are going to ruin your suit,” she said but rubbed herself against my erection.
“I don’t know where that filthy mouth came from, but I love it. Don’t stop. ”
I dropped her down to stand on her feet. One of her hands flew to my hard cock. I found the zipper of her dress and tried to get her out of it without her having to stop stroking me through my pants.
“I want you naked so bad, I can barely think.” I let the dress fall down to our feet then kicked it to the side. “You’re so beautiful.” I caressed the swell of her tits, then unclasped her bra and threw it to the same spot I assumed her dress had landed.
“And you’re still dressed,” she started unbuckling me at a slow measured pace. A sly smile formed on her lips.
“Are you plotting something, love?”
“Yes. Payback.”
I could swear there was no way to move any slower than she did.
“Just get my cock out so I can fuck you.” Even I could hear the desperation in my own voice. “I will let you be a bad girl and torture me like I tortured you the next time.”
“What if there isn’t a next time?” She tilted her head to the side, the defiance in her gaze back with full force. “I can’t do this,” she whispered while pushing her hand inside my pants. I almost forgot how to speak, that’s how good it felt to have her hand wrapped around my cock.
“You seem skilled enough,” I teased and she squeezed my dick in response.
“You’re my boss.”
“A temporary one,” I slid my hand back down to rub her again. “How about I fire you and rehire you again after I make you come on my cock?” Madison wrapped a leg around my waist to make the access to her pussy easier for me. I smeared her wetness all over her folds and she closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Fine,” she moaned when I entered her with my fingers again. She tapped the pockets of my slacks. “Where is your wallet? ”
At first I frowned at her question, but then I remembered. She was asking about condoms.
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan this,” I curled my fingers inside her. “I fantasized about it but I never thought you would actually let me touch you like this.”
“I’m not on birth control,” she panted. “But I’m clean. You can pull out.”
Even the slightest chance of getting anyone pregnant was a deal breaker for me. I knew that statistically speaking it was nearly impossible for history to repeat itself like that. But it wasn’t good enough for me. Not after I had buried my wife and my son. I just couldn’t risk it. It was too much for me to bear.
And getting Madison Hartley pregnant? A woman who couldn’t decide if she hated me or not? A woman who counted the days until she could go back to her life in New York?
“I don’t have unprotected sex.” I leaned back a little and tried to read her face. She looked high on pleasure. So responsive, so immersed into the moment. For any other reason I wouldn’t be able to walk away from her.
I reluctantly pulled my fingers out.
Madison looked at me then nodded and took my hand in hers and started walking towards her bedroom. We stopped at the foot of her bed and she turned to face me.
“You’ve been with women after... Haven’t you?”
I shook my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to. Believe me. If I had a condom, I would be balls deep inside you right now.”
She slid my suit jacket off my shoulders. “I believe you. And I remember you promised you would let me be a bad girl and torture you like you tortured me. ”
That eased the knots in my stomach a bit. I wasn’t used to talking about Franny and I certainly didn’t want to do that at that moment. With a fully naked woman I had just eaten.
I thrusted my hands into her hair. “Torture away.” Then I slammed my mouth down on hers and devoured her slowly as she undressed me. The urgency from a few minutes ago was gone.
My hands started to roam, caressing her naked body. I gripped her hips, pulling her close to me. I could feel her need, her desire, her lust. It was intoxicating. As soon as I was fully naked, she broke the kiss, trailing her lips down my neck.
My cock throbbed. Madison reached down, cupping my balls with one hand and stroking my dick with the other. My heart pounded in my chest. Then she released my cock from her grip and gently pushed me towards the bed.
I tugged on her hand and she fell on top of me. We were skin to skin. Not a single item of clothing between us. The feel of another human being’s warmth against me consumed me. She tried to slide down my body, but I put a hand on the small of her back, plastering her to me.
“Kiss me,” I ordered her a bit too harshly, but as much as this was like a pivotal moment for me and my life from this day forward, the weight of my emotions was a bit too much for me too.
Madison covered my mouth with hers, her hair falling around my face. I trusted my hands in it, squeezing fistfuls as I angled her head the way I wanted it. She moaned into our kiss. It was too much. The slide of her velvet skin against me, the tickle of her hair, the sounds she made. Somewhere in the back of my head a voice whispered.
She is not the right woman.
You didn’t even give her the full story.
You’re not ready for this .
And even if the first two were true, the last one wasn’t. I knew I was ready.
I lost myself in the kiss, our bodies molding together perfectly. Madison pulled away first, panting heavily. I could see the uncertainty in her gaze. I had probably confused the hell out of her, so I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her again.
My hands moved down to her hips and I rocked her back and forth against me, her wetness smearing against my thigh. She was so wet, it made me feral. I growled into the kiss and she pulled away.
This time I let her slide down my body. I closed my eyes, expecting her to wrap her hand around my shaft first, but I felt her tongue on me instead.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips bucking up to meet her warm, soft lips.
Madison sucked half of me into her mouth, using her tongue to twirl around the head of my dick. She sucked and swirled, taking all of me in until I was pressed against the back of her throat.
My breath was coming out in ragged bursts, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I reached down to cup her breasts, then I rolled her nipples between my fingers. The sound she made around my cock reverberated inside my body.
“Oh, fuck. Don’t stop,” I growled, my hands tangling in her hair again.
My body tensed, close to the edge of the orgasm. Madison quickened her pace, sucking me harder and faster.
My orgasm finally hit me like a freight train. My body shook as I came, as I filled her mouth with my release. She continued to suck me off until the last drop of my cum was gone and I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath .
The always so proper and put together woman swallowed every drop of my cum. Where did all her inhibitions and restraints go?
Madison slowly released me from her mouth, her eyes hooded as she looked up at me. A mixture of satisfaction and confusion flooded my senses.
There was no coming back from this. I would never again be the man who hadn’t been with anyone since his wife died. And somehow that was like a knife to the gut.
“I have to go,” I blurted out before I could think better of it. Madison straightened up immediately, her sultry expression morphing into a blank one.
“Of course,” she rolled to the side and flashed me a fake smile. “I need a shower anyway.”
She stood up and walked over to the bathroom not trying to hide behind a sheet or a robe. Her skin was still reddened here and there.
I assumed it was an attempt to show that it didn’t mean anything to her. That what I said hadn’t hurt her one bit. But even if I couldn’t control my emotions in that moment or my mouth for that matter, I knew I fucked up.
And knowing Madison, I was going to pay for it one way or another.
Unlike all the previous times I fucked up, I decided I should take immediate action and not let misunderstandings drag on for days.
If I was ready to have sex again, then I should be ready to deal with any complications that came after it.
I followed her to the bathroom. She was already under the water, her back to me. That gorgeous blond hair stuck to her back.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s fine,” she said, reaching for a bottle on the wall, squeezed the liquid into her open palm, returned the bottle and turned to face me. “ Do you mind cleaning up at your villa? I want to go check on Annie.” She started shampooing her hair and closed her eyes. And thank fuck for that because I needed to take a good look at her like that and I couldn’t do it if she looked at me like she hadn’t just sucked me into oblivion.
Water splashed all over her skin. Her nipples were still hard. My mouth watered at the sight of her. My dick hardened again, which was a bad thing. If she opened her eyes and saw me staring at her tits and cock pointing at the ceiling, that would be even worse than me bailing seconds after she gave me a blowjob. The first one I had gotten in half a decade.
“Madison, I’m sorry.”
Her eyes were closed but I didn’t miss the purse of her lips. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
I watched the shampoo foam and water slide down her body. I could have been under the shower with her if I had kept my mouth shut. But I needed to deal with my feelings and I couldn’t do that in Madison’s presence, even though she had shown me only support and understanding ever since she found out about Franny.
But I had to remember it was Madison Hartley. My sad story might have softened her a bit, but she called herself a heartless monster, right? She knew herself better than I knew her. I should trust her judgment.
“Parker,” she said and it made me snap my gaze up from her pink pussy to her face. Her eyes were open now.
“Yes,” I glanced down at my bare feet. “I’ll clean up at my villa. Let me know if Annie needs anything.”
A disappointed smile covered her face. I knew Madison well enough now to recognize her pattern of insulting people in order to protect herself from pain, but the fact she didn’t do it that time around could only mean two things. Either she really didn’t care about what we just did or she felt sorry for me.
Turning my back on her without another word, I walked out of the bathroom, got dressed and left The Pink Diamond.
As I walked into The Blue Diamond, I realized I was probably better off over there with Madison.
Franny’s face stared at me from what felt like a thousand different places. I had just been with another woman. And I still believed I was ready. But I hadn’t thought I would feel like I had cheated on Franny.
I tried to take a woman to a hotel once two years ago. It was a complete disaster. She was hot and willing and I was hard up until the moment she started to undress me. I felt disgusted with myself for wanting to move on. And that didn’t happen with Madison.
With her my desire didn't disappear. That was progress.
I showered and shaved and remained in my villa. I tried to watch the wedding video, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Madison and the way I left her.
Was I obsessing because she was the first woman I had sex with after so many years or there was something more to our attraction than just a physical connection? Did we have an emotional bond, or I was imagining things? Maybe I wasn’t betraying Franny's memory at all, seeing as her and Madison couldn't be more different.
I admired Madison on some level and didn’t understand her on another. Maybe if I tried to get to know her, like really get to know her, I would know for sure if there were more than just hormones between us.