Chapter 17 #3
Can he? Oh, hell yes, sir. I press my lips together and nod, scared I’ll sound too pathetic and needy if I speak right now.
I’ve had enjoyable sex before, but I’ve never felt this kind of overwhelming need.
It’s raging through me, filling me up. What if that’s unattractive to him?
What if I sound too desperate and it turns him off?
What if my stomach wobbles when I lose control and he finds it disgusting? What if…
Oh. My. Goddess. Maddox’s warm delicious tongue licks a firm path up my center, and my entire body vibrates with pleasure. My brain short circuits. I forget about everything in the world but him and his wondrous tongue.
“Fucking amazing, baby,” he growls before doing it again.
My thighs tremble against the pressure of his powerful hands. My pulse races. Hot aching need spikes in my core. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and pleasure ignites in my veins as a hoarse cry rips from my throat.
“That’s my girl,” he rumbles against my sensitive flesh, the movement of his mouth and gentle scratch of his beard only heightening the already intense sensations.
“Maddox,” I rasp, hands grasping for his hair.
“I know, baby. I know.” His mouth works over me, lips, teeth, and tongue all laboring together to bring me to the edge, knowing exactly what I need and exactly how to take me to the very brink.
Over and over again he teases me, leaving me teetering, begging him to take pity on me.
It’s the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured.
“That’s it, El, you’re doing so good for me.
You’re so fucking perfect.” His praise is my undoing.
As soon as he touches his tongue to me again, I come so hard and explosively that my teeth rattle in my head.
Liquid heat rushes out of me, and Maddox drinks it up like its nectar from the gods, lapping away every last drop.
I shudder and shake, waves of pleasure continuously rolling over me.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts, grinding his hips into the mattress and letting out an animalistic moan. I’m pretty sure that is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard coming from a man’s mouth.
Did he just come while he was eating me?
He crawls onto the bed, making no attempt to hide the obvious wet spot on his gray running shorts. His beard is covered in my arousal, and he licks his lips while he makes an appreciative humming sound. “You really are fucking delicious. You taste even better than I imagined you would.”
He thought about how I would taste? My cheeks flush with heat at his praise. “Thank you.”
“And having you squirt all over my face was fucking spectacular.”
“It was pretty spectacular for me too. Did you just come in your shorts?” I giggle.
He glances down and flashes me a sheepish smile. Maddox James is sexy as hell, but he’s also too adorable for words. “Yeah. That was pretty intense for both of us, huh? I guess that can happen when you have almost six months of foreplay.”
I love that he’s not even a little bit embarrassed about what just happened. He has no reason to be, but some guys would be pissed. It would make them feel inadequate, so they’d cover up by acting like asses. I love that it happened. More than anything, it showed just how much he was into it.
“Are you disappointed?” He smiles, looking like the devil incarnate. He knows I’m not. I mean, nobody makes the kind of noises I just did if they’re disappointed. I shake my head. “No. It made me feel like a goddess. I think that might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He winks. “You should feel like a goddess, baby, because to me, that’s exactly what you are. And as for it being the hottest thing that ever happened to you, the day is still very young.”
Wow, I think my ovaries just exploded. If he’s even half as good at everything else as he is at eating pussy, I’m about to die and go to orgasm heaven. And what a wonderful way that will be to leave this mortal plane. Goodbye cruel world. It was nice knowing you.
He trails his deliciously skilled mouth over my rounded stomach and kisses over the faded stretch marks I have there.
I usually felt a little self-conscious about them when I was with other men.
But Maddox isn’t other men, and just like with my scars, he doesn’t seem even slightly bothered by them.
When he lifts his head and looks right at me, his eyes are so dark with passion and hunger that it sends a shiver of excitement racing up my spine.
He wants me as much as I want him. Can this be real?
“What are we doing, Mad?” The words come from nowhere. I didn’t mean to say them, or perhaps I did. Maybe I need to know he’s totally aware of what he’s about to give up—for me.
He arches an eyebrow. “I’m a little rusty, but I’m pretty sure we’re currently engaging in foreplay, and then if I’m really lucky, sex?”
I want this more than anything, but I can’t deny what a huge deal this is.
Do I really want to be the person responsible for making him break his vows to himself?
He’s explained it to me, and I get it—he needs that control.
Passing up on the purely physical has allowed him to concentrate on the emotional and spiritual, and that’s a big part of his healing journey.
If we do this, I’ll be the one responsible for changing that.
I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, but I can’t just be selfish about it, and I’m not sure I can handle that kind of pressure. “But you’re celibate.”
He crawls up the bed, a picture of physical perfection. “If you remember, I told you I’d remain celibate for as long as it made sense to me.” He slides his hands beneath my gym top and effortlessly pulls it over my head. My bra comes next. I’m now completely naked, trembling beneath him.
He certainly still seems committed because he licks one of my already hard nipples, then sucks it into his mouth.
He works it gently until my other nipple begins to throb too, standing up proud and screaming for the same delicious attention.
When he nips me, I squeak with surprise and excitement.
God, what was I thinking? I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to.
He stares at my breasts, his eyes on fire as he observes the way my body responds to him.
“But now it’s no longer making any sense at all. ”
“So long as you do actually want this.”
He growls, and it is hot as fuck. “Ellie, let me make this really clear. I want to fuck you more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life.”
I gulp. Okay. Well, that was pretty definite, I guess.
He glances around the room and groans. “But shit, I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”
Dammit, I didn’t come prepared for this.
I was expecting Pilates and maybe a matcha with Katy this morning.
Most definitely not anything like this. I shake my head.
“But I’m on birth control and I’m clean.
I had to take all kinds of tests for my health insurance.
” I sound desperate. Fuck, I am desperate. But I think he is too, so that’s okay.
“Yeah, I know about the Jamestech health insurance.” He bites down on his lip and groans. “Fuck, Ellie, you’re killing me here.”
“What? Why?”
“I haven’t had sex for years, and you want me to fuck you bare?” He runs his nose over my jaw and grunts. He sounds like a feral animal, and I love it. “Just don’t judge me if I don’t last more than ten minutes, okay?”
Judge him? He’s only just come, and he’s ready to go again.
That alone is impressive. Besides, I’ve had boyfriends who hadn’t abstained for years who could barely last as long as ten minutes.
Sad, but true. “I would never,” I say with a soft purr, fluttering my eyelashes. Seems he brings out the kitten in me.
He glides his shorts over his hips and frees his beautiful thick cock.
And it is truly beautiful. In fact, it’s a work of goddamn art.
A thick head adorned with a perfect pearl of cum, the shaft lined with purple veins that demand to be licked.
I’m already imagining getting my lips around it, taking it into my mouth.
But right now, Maddox has other ideas, and as I’m fast learning, Maddox is a lot more dominant than I could have imagined in the bedroom.
He spreads my thighs wider with his knees and notches the crown at my entrance.
I’m wet and needy and can hardly wait for him to be inside me.
I can tell he’s just as desperate too, but still he pauses. “Are you sure you want this, baby?”
Oh, I love that he asks. “Yes.” More than any person in the entire history of the world has ever wanted anything. “But are you really certain, Mad? I know it’s a big deal for you to give up your celibacy. I don’t want you to regret it.”
His handsome face breaks out into a huge grin. “I think nutting in my shorts while eating your pussy already constitutes breaking my celibacy, El. So, do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
I run my hands over his rock-hard abs as he lowers himself onto his forearms. “Yes, please, Maddox. I want you to fuck me.”
I’m usually more nervous about sex with someone new, but not with Maddox.
Maybe it’s because we’re friends, and because I already trust him.
We already have a deep emotional connection.
But I think it’s also because he’s shown me the truth of how he feels.
He sees all my flaws, and he thinks I’m beautiful anyway.
That is sexy as hell. I skim my fingers over the firm muscle of his shoulders and give him a little smile.
“Are you sure you remember what to do, though?” I tease.
His grin turns wicked—wolfish, even. “I love your fire, Ellie Madison, but I will spank that bratty ass of yours if you don’t watch your smart mouth.”