Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
“Hard to do when it’s digging into my stomach, but I’ll give it the good old college try,” she tosses back, and I drop my head back against the arm of the couch with yet another laugh that has her upper body bouncing up and down in ways I didn’t need to witness.
It certainly isn’t helping the hard-on I’m now rocking, but that’ll just have to wait until I’m alone in the shower.
“If you want your back tickled, I need you to relax and pretend that you’re not lying on my dick, okay?” I demand roughly, amusement and a very obvious dose of arousal bleeding into my words. I’m so screwed for this girl that it would be funny if it were any of the other guys.
“Sir, yes, sir,” she agrees with that smart-ass tone I enjoy hearing from her, and she settles against me easily.
Maddie tucks her head beneath my chin, her ear resting against where she no doubt hears my rapid heartbeat, but she says nothing as she sighs.
Her body melts into me that little bit more and, with the focus of a man doing his best to keep a lid on his rampant hormones that have suddenly awoken like sleeper agents, I start tickling Maddie’s back.
My fingers glide over her smooth, creamy skin in soft strokes, tracing random patterns and following looping paths along her spine and shoulder blades.
A soft moan slips out of her mouth, the hum of it vibrating from her chest and through mine, and I bite my lip and close my eyes as I continue to run my fingers all over her back.
I’m counting backward from a hundred, reciting stock news I read earlier today, and planning dinner for tomorrow in order to keep my mind focused on making her feel more at ease, but it’s as though Maddie is on a mission to break me, more of those sweet little moans slipping out of her mouth as if to tease me into folding faster than a fitted sheet under pressure.
I’ll be damned to the underbelly of hell if it isn’t working, too.
I’m not sure how long I handle the sexy sounds she keeps making, how long I manage to tickle her back without pouncing on her like a starved animal.
What I do know is that I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, my thoughts are rapidly turning feral, and I’m on the brink of shaming myself when Maddie starts wriggling on top of me with a renewed restlessness that is making my life hell.
“Do you have more unresolved wiggles?” I ask her through a strain I can’t hide.
She doesn’t answer for a long moment, and I wonder if she’s going to ignore me. That is, until she finally says, “I’m curious. How much wiggling would it take for you to resolve them?”
I frown, damn near sweating from how hard it’s proving to control my baser urges when it comes to Maddie.
Apparently, all of the blood has flown south for the foreseeable, because I can’t decipher her words to save my life.
My cock is throbbing now, and I can’t seem to think of much else other than the ache that is quickly forming.
“I thought I was resolving them,” I laugh mirthlessly.
Maddie laughs, and it’s only then that I realize her voice has taken on a slight husky quality it didn’t possess before. A husky tone that sounds almost sensual, a sexy rasp to her words that has my mind firing shots all through my skull.
Is… is she telling me she’s struggling, too? What is happening right now?
As though she can sense me short-circuiting, Maddie slowly lifts herself from my front and peers down at me with glossy blue eyes that now carry a needy look that damn near unravels me.
Then she spells it out for me in short terms, shredding what little control I was holding on to with a blunt and dangerous sentence.
“These are wiggles only you can get rid of, and I’m pretty sure I’ll go crazy if I have to feel your cock against my stomach and nowhere else. ”
Swallowing hard, I peer into her eyes, looking for the certainty I already feel in the way she hovers over me as though she’s offering me what I want without uttering the words.
I need the words, though, because I can’t be sure it’s not my sex-addled brain conjuring things that aren’t there. So, like a total novice, I blurt, “What are you telling me, trouble? Spell it out for me, because I don’t want to make this weird.”
A vixen’s grin turns her lips into something sexy and devious, and I’m sunk like the Titanic when she leans close enough that her breath fans my lips when she whispers, “I’m wet, horny, and suddenly very desperate for the very thing you told me to ignore. What are we going to do about it?”
I’m like a man possessed the moment her words sink into my brain, my hand cupping the back of her head so suddenly that she gasps as her smile widens. I barely recognize my own voice when I grunt, “We’re going to fix it.”
My mouth is on hers the next moment, and I almost come undone at the first taste of her lips.
Maddie moans against my mouth as she effortlessly scrambles to straddle me, and I’m moving like a puppet attached to strings.
One of my hands cups her jaw, angling her face so I can better devour her, while the other takes advantage of her bare skin, sliding around her back until my free hand finds purchase around her waist.
Hugging her tight to my body, I kiss her with every pent-up emotion I’ve felt since discovering her in that bathtub, savoring every sound she makes, every roll of her hips she can’t seem to control, and every swipe of her tongue against mine.
Maddie’s hands grow as greedy as mine, sneaking between us to grip the bottom of my shirt, and I only pull my mouth away from hers long enough for her to tear it over my head.
She throws it somewhere behind her, location unknown, because she’s kissing me like she needs my mouth to survive and I’m helpless but to give back exactly what she offers.
With my hold on her, I turn on the couch so we’re no longer sprawled along the length of it, and I drag Maddie down on top of me more securely.
A groan gets trapped between our mouths, the sound coming from the depths of my fucking soul when Maddie grinds against me, the heat of her core seeping through her shorts and my jeans, two obstacles I can’t stand right now.
Maddie must feel the exact same way, because she’s suddenly tearing herself away from me, standing only long enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties.
Her pleasure-soaked gaze meets mine, a single question in its depths, and I nod only once before she drops everything and reveals her entire body to me.
It’s at that very moment that what little control I’d been holding on to vanishes into thin air, and I’m scrambling to remove the rest of my clothes before the thought catches up with me.
I don’t even offer Maddie the chance to look me over like I do her, dragging her back to me the moment there’s nothing between us.
Straddling me once more, her legs falling to either side of my thighs, Maddie drags her slick body over mine and I groan just as I cup her face and yank her into another kiss.
She moans against my mouth, rolling her hips along my painfully erect shaft, slathering her wetness over me with teasing strokes of her hot pussy.
She’s scalding to the touch, so damned wet that she coats me thoroughly, and I’m about to lose my mind the more she rubs against me with those sweet little sounds that I swallow.
On the next roll of her hips, she drags her body to the tip of my cock, and I feel myself twitch against her. The movement notches the tip of my cock at her sopping entrance, and we both pause for only a brief moment before Maddie sinks down on me so slowly I feel like I black out.
She doesn’t bottom out immediately, my length more to handle than most, but it’s no challenge for my manic blue-haired pixie.
She lifts her body up and down on mine over and over, slowly fucking me until she ends up seated perfectly on my lap with my dick filling her so thoroughly that she pants against my mouth.
I’m no better, breathless as I fight the urge to fuck into her, the feel of her tight, wet pussy driving me wild.
Her walls are clamping around me snugly, molding to my cock to perfection, and I can’t help but drag her a little closer until her taut nipples brush across my chest with every one of her breaths.
“Heaven. That’s what you feel like,” I breathe, leaning in to kiss her just as she hums, a delirious smile disappearing the moment I nip at her lower lip.
“You feel pretty damn good inside me,” she whispers the moment she pulls away.
Before I can steal more kisses, drugged on the feel and taste of them, Maddie hooks an arm around my neck and uses my shoulders for balance before she starts riding me. She starts slow, building momentum gradually, driving me out of my ever-loving mind in the process.
With only the TV playing quietly in the background, the wet sounds between us act as the soundtrack, and the slap of skin against skin only fuels the arousal thrumming through my body.
Hell, I’m already hard enough that I can’t think straight, and everything else is simply driving me closer and closer to oblivion.
I can feel the first tingles of my release teasing my lower spine, my stomach tightening, and I grit my teeth against it.
I’m desperate for this to last longer, desperate to keep Maddie right here with me, but the way she feels wrapped around me, the way she feels bouncing up and down on my cock, it’s too much for me to handle.
What I can do is get her there with me, though.
So, with a fierce determination, I grip her hips and hover her in place before I start fucking into her tight pussy.
I thrust my hips, pistoning my iron-hard cock in and out of her willing body, grunting with pleasure while Maddie mewls and moans and fucks me like there isn’t another woman in the world.
There’s nothing but her, and there’s nothing in this world that makes me fucking happier.
It doesn’t take more than a handful of jerks of my hips, shoving my dick into her cunt nice and deep, before Maddie starts tightening around me. Her cries of pleasure grow haggard and rushed, her hands tighten in my hair and on my shoulder, and her walls begin pulsing around me.
“That’s it, trouble. Give me all you’ve got,” I command roughly, one of my hands going to the delicious curve of her ass and squeezing just as I quicken my pace.
It’s on my third pump into her that she finally falls over the edge, and I bury myself as deep as I can, grinding her body against mine the moment she shatters around me. Her pussy pulses with her orgasm, tightening so much that I can do nothing to stop myself from diving over the edge with her.
With a low groan, I spill jets of cum inside Maddie’s spasming body, and she takes it all greedily. My cock jerks once, twice, three more times as I coat her walls with cum, and I drag Maddie’s limp body against mine while I find my ability to breathe again.
Maddie wins that competition, huffing a shaky laugh before she says, “My legs aren’t working.”
Chuckling only makes her tighten around me again, and I groan through a chuckle before admitting, “Mine aren’t, either. Give me five minutes and I’ll carry us to the shower. We made a mess.”
“Mmm,” she moans tiredly, and I grin into her hair with a satisfaction I feel down to my bones.
It burrows deeper when she mumbles against my shoulder, “You guys are lucky I’m on birth control, because there’s no way I can suggest using a condom with you after feeling two of you come inside me.
That’s an addicting feeling I’m gonna keep chasing. Consider it your warning.”
I’ll be damned if five minutes doesn’t turn into one, her words striking a new match inside me. My cock instantly begins hardening, and Maddie makes a low sound of approval at the back of her throat.
“Round two?” she asks, all sleepiness vanishing from her voice, and my grin widens as I nod.
We don’t make it to the shower until very late in the evening, and by then, I’m left with the welcome task of carrying Maddie through a joint shower before drying us both and carrying her to bed.
The moment we’re horizontal, Maddie crawls over me until she’s sprawled across me like my very own Maddie-sized comforter.
For the first time in years, I fall asleep with a woman I’ve grown desperately obsessed with, and it’s the best damned sleep I’ve had in my entire life.