Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
MADISON
Not what I expected to come out of his mouth.
Although….
My teeth catch my bottom lip as I try to stop myself from smiling. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He steps forward, closing the distance between us. “We both know why you’re here.”
“I’m….” Play dumb. “I’m here for a massage.”
“Stop playing games.” He takes my hand and puts it over his crotch. “You’re here for my cock.” He flexes beneath my hand and excitement screams through me.
Damn straight I’m here for your cock.
The power that thing holds over me is out of control.
“I’m not here for your cock, Andrew,” I reply calmly.
He flexes again as his darkening eyes hold mine. “Prove it.”
I try to swallow the sand in my throat. “And how would I do that?”
“Turn around and leave.”
Our eyes are locked, my chest tightens.
Touché.
He flexes again and my fingers wrap around his length, oh no…. I can feel myself losing control.
“I just…” I whisper.
“You just what?” He steps closer and cups my face in his hand as he stares down at me.
“I just….” My eyebrows flick up at the feel of his touch, the way he’s looking down at me…the…. “I just wanted another one of those kisses,” I breathe.
“And?” He raises an eyebrow.
“And….” Damn, he drives a hard bargain. “I am sorry for the other night…. But….”
He puts his finger over my lips. “That’s it.”
“But….” He cuts me off as his lips take mine, a whisper of a kiss, softly at first and then deeper. His tongue slides through my parted lips with a kiss so perfect that it steals my breath. His eyes flutter closed and I know he’s as lost in the moment as I am.
Suddenly we’re desperate for each other, our kiss deepens and we fall to lean up against the wall. “You shouldn’t kiss me like that,” he whispers against my lips.
“Like what?” My hands are in his hair.
“Like you want me to keep you.” His tongue slides over my lips and my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
Huh?
“You want to keep me?”
“I want to fuck you.” He pushes me back onto the massage table and slides his hand up my thigh and beneath my skirt as his lips ravage mine. I drag his T-shirt over his head and his broad tanned chest comes into view. A shimmer of perspiration adding to the glow of his Adonis vibe.
Dear lord….
He lifts my shirt off over my head and unlatches my bra, my breasts fall free and he lets out an audible gasp as he takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh….” He bites down and it’s like a hotline to my sex, ripples of arousal scream through me.
His mouth moves between my breasts, sucking, nipping and biting as his finger slides beneath the side of my panties and through my dripping wet and swollen lips.
“Fuck. Ing. Hell,” he moans, his voice is deep and guttural and just the tone of his arousal should have its own country code.
It’s otherworldly, dark and dangerous, and I already know that I’m addicted.
He lifts one of his knees up to rest on the bed beside me and I can see his huge erection through his white scrubs, and suddenly I’m frantic to have him in my mouth. I lick my lips as I pull his pants down and take him into my mouth, he inhales sharply as I taste a burst of pre-ejaculate.
Fuck.
His finger slides deep into me and he pushes it in and removes it with a twist, before adding another finger. He repeats the delicious movement before adding another finger, three fingers. Full force, fucking me with abandon, and all I can do is whimper beneath him as my legs fall back to the bed.
So good.
His cock is in my mouth but I can’t suck it, I can barely manage to run my tongue over his end, how could my brain possibly make a coherent thought while he’s doing that?
Fucking me so good, and so thorough, with his hand.
Rough.
The bed is slamming up against the wall as he rides me and I know he wants me to come before we fuck. He wants me stretched out and dripping wet and swollen for him so he can take me as hard as he wants to.
The sound of my body sucking him in echoes around the room and I see stars, beautiful Technicolored stars. “Oh…god,” I moan. “Please,” I beg. “Now. Now. Now,” I chant as my body begins to scream toward orgasm.
He pulls out of my mouth and bends down and kisses me and stops his fingers mid-pump, leaving them inside of me but completely still.
My body aches for his.
“Andrew,” I whisper. “I….” I shudder. “I need….”
“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs into my mouth.
“Please.”
He grabs my open thighs and jerks me to the end of the bed before sliding the tip of his cock through my lips as his blue eyes look down at me.
The room falls silent, the only sound is our collective heartbeats, clamoring, pumping hard in unison.
Charging toward a common goal.
Without a word, he brings my legs up and slides them over his shoulders. He turns his head and softly kisses my ankle and tenderly licks me there. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
The air crackles between us, an uncontrollable fire has been started. I’m here and open for him. At his mercy to do whatever he wants with.
The perfect moment in time.
He lifts his hand and widens my knees. “Like this, babe.” He holds my legs out, moving me to how he wants me, “Can you stay open like this?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He turns his head and tenderly kisses my ankle again, “Such a good girl.”
What the ever-loving?
He slides in to the hilt, his huge body takes no prisoners as it slices through my tight flesh. My body instinctively ripples around him as it struggles to take his size.
Good lord, he’s huge…what the fuck?
I whimper.
“Ahhh,” we both cry out, his mouth hangs slack as he stares down at me. “I knew you’d be fucking fire,” he moans as he pulls out and slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs. “I knew you’d be fire around my cock.”
Slam.
“Open your fucking legs.” He grabs my thighs and pulls me wider…aggressively, his body is on autopilot now as he takes what he needs from my body. “Give it to me,” he growls. “I want every fucking last drop.”
Slam.
He brings his thumb down and circles over my clitoris and oh…and everything goes black.
I don’t just see stars; I black the fuck out.
The orgasm so strong that it steals my mind, my sanity, and the essence of my very being.
Slam.
Slam.
The sound of the bed hitting the wall imprints on my psyche, the slurping of my body sucking him in. The look on his face as he comes so hard.
And then he leans down and kisses me, and it’s soft and tender and everything it shouldn’t be after the roughest sex of my life.
Panting, he slides his hand up over my shoulder and rubs me softly, kneading my muscles in a massage kind of way, gentle and caring, such a contrast to the way he was using my body only moments ago.
Our lips linger, tasting the river of emotion as it runs between us. He holds me in his arms and there’s a closeness. A weird feeling…lurking and making me not want this night to end.
“Do you…” I shrug, “…want to come over to my house?”
“Ahh.” He winces and brushes my hair back from my face. “I wish I could. I have to get home tonight; I don’t have a sitter.”
“Oh.” My face falls as I remember who he is and what he has.
Children and family at home, how did I forget that? Embarrassed, I stand and begin to collect my clothes from the floor. “Of course.”
“Hey.” He pulls me back into his arms as his eyes hold mine. “I want to.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before kissing me there. “I really want to.”
“It’s fine.” I nod.
“Tomorrow night. Dinner?” he replies. “Let me take you on a date.”
“Ahh.” I’m feeling so embarrassingly needy and completely out of my depth. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I’m going away for work for a few days.”
“When will you be back?”
“In a week?”
“A week?” He acts horrified. “How am I supposed to live without seeing you for a whole entire week?” He grips his chest as he feigns heartbreak.
“I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“Just.” He winks and then breaks into a breathtaking smile, and I find myself smiling too, how does someone switch so seamlessly from sex god to this playful boyish charm version?
“Well.” I pick up my shirt and I try to change the subject from his rejection. “You’re now officially my favorite masseur.”
“Only your favorite?” He puts his hands onto his naked hips. “I thought I was your only masseur.”
“Oh, you are.” I wink back and he crash tackles me onto the bed as he bites my neck with a growl, I laugh as I try to get away from him.
“I fucking better be.”
“Well, I know I’m not your only client.” I fish for information.
“But you are the only woman I’m sleeping with.”
Oh….
“But what about all the men you sleep with?” I tease.
“They don’t count.”
I giggle, he’s fun too….
I break out of his grip and continue to dress.
“So when will I see you?” he asks as he throws his shirt on over his head.
“I’ll call you when I get back.” I brush him off as panic begins to rise in my chest, I need to get out of here.
Now.
“You’re really not going to call me for an entire week?” he asks.
“Probably not.” I shrug as I act casual.
“Ha,” he huffs. “Your loss.”
His lack of playing it cool is somehow enchanting. “I’ll see what I can do.”
He widens his eyes. “Don’t knock yourself out.”
“I won’t.”
“Jeez, you’re brutal.”
I giggle, if only he knew I’m not even going away but just trying to appear cool by being brutal. “Goodbye, Andrew.”
He takes me into his arms and kisses me again as he walks me backward toward the door, things get heated and we grind against each other again.
“Stop.” I laugh against his lips.
“Not a chance.”
“I’m going.” I step back from him. “Right now.”
“No,” he mouths. “Don’t leave me.”
“Goodbye, Andrew.”
“Goodbye, Mabel.”
I pick up my bag and walk out the front door, the little bell rings over it.
I knew what I was coming here for and damn it, I pulled it off spectacularly.
Mission accomplished.
Looking left and right, I cross the road and head back to my car.
What the….
I cannot believe that just happened…. Ahhh!