Chapter Forty-One
Maddie
With an enthusiasm that makes me laugh despite the arousal thrumming through my veins, Caid sits upright before reaching for the waistband of my shorts and thong, tugging them away harshly.
He reaches an obstacle when he realizes I’m still wearing my Converse, and with a sexy little growl, he removes them with a swiftness that impresses me more than amuses me.
The moment I’m bare to his eyes, the small sliver of light offering him enough of a view to take me in, he takes his time looking me over.
The heat in his eyes turns into an inferno, and my body warms all over when those flaming green eyes drop to the apex of my thighs, to the place that is already wet and wanting.
“Fucking hell, Blue. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, you know that?” he confesses roughly, shaking his head a little as though he can’t quite believe he’s where he is right now.
I flash him a grin, chest heaving a little with my panting breaths, anticipation bubbling under my skin. “You’re pretty damn hot yourself, muscles.”
His grin breaks free for all of a second before it disappears behind his shirt.
In the next breath, he’s shirtless and flashing those hard-earned muscles I often drool over.
He’s bulky but not overwhelmingly so, enough to show how hard he works to turn his body into the work of art it is.
My hands reach for the board of abs he’s sporting, fingers tracing all eight of them, and I swallow hard at how unforgiving and delicious Caid is.
So much so that I’m genuinely at risk of going insane if we don’t get to the action soon.
There isn’t even a single concern in my head over how much of a hussy that makes me sound, because I’m already convinced Baxter popping the cork of a long drought has finally turned me into the slutty little minx I’ve always wondered if I could be.
And since I don’t have to be shy around these guys, each of them already aware that I’m a few screws short of a toolbox, I don’t bother pretending I don’t want them all with a desperation that makes me look needy.
It’s why I have no problem muttering through short breaths, “Shorts too, muscles.”
“Yes, boss,” he huffs through a laugh, though I can hear the strain in his voice, and I grin when I realize I’m affecting him just as much as he’s affecting me.
He wastes no more time, removing every other article of clothing on his body, only stopping when he’s completely bare.
Only then does he crawl back over my body, the heat of his skin pressing against mine as he leans in for more of those earth-shattering kisses that send me into an alternate dimension.
I’m only snapped back to reality when I feel the weight of his hard cock against my bare pubic bone, a drop of wetness dragging across my skin between us.
With my mouth still pressed against his, my tongue dueling with his, I reach between us and grip his impressive girth in my hand.
My fingers wrap around him snugly, dragging up and down his length only once, but it’s enough to tear a filthy groan from his lips that I swallow down like a greedy bitch.
“Fuck, Mads,” he roughly curses as soon as he tears his mouth away, lifting himself up enough to peer down our bodies.
He watches as I line his wet shaft with my wetter opening, and I hear him swallow before that fiery-hot gaze collides with mine again.
Before he can open his mouth to ask the question I already know is at the tip of his tongue, I raise my legs and hook them over the firm curve of his ass before tugging him toward me.
Gravity does the rest, and I’m impaled on his cock so swiftly that I can’t help but cry out in both shock and pleasure.
It ripples over me, my arousal building at the feel of his cock sheathing itself inside me. He hasn’t even bottomed out yet, his girth thicker than the others, and I moan at the back of my throat as he stretches me wide enough to fit him.
I gasp when he pulls out, only to sink back inside me quickly, another inch of his cock disappearing inside my tightening pussy. He repeats the process, growling through gritted teeth until his cock is buried inside me to the hilt, my own breaths coming in short pants while I adjust.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight, Blue,” he grits, dropping his head and tucking his face into the crook of my neck, where he presses several nips and kisses over my skin.
It only adds to the sensations running through me, and I hook my legs higher over his hips, offering a better angle for him to slide even deeper inside me.
I didn’t even think it was possible, already feeling full and stretched to my max, but that little move sends me soaring higher, and I cry out with pure pleasure.
“Those sounds,” Caiden groans against my flesh, his chest vibrating against mine, and I’m in sensation overload. My mind is blank to all things but Caid and his body and the way he grinds his hips, almost teasing me.
Through gasping breaths, I demand, “Caid, I need you to make me come already.”
“Fuck, yes, ma’am,” he chuckles breathlessly, right before he pulls his cock out of me, and then slams it right back in. My mouth parts in a silent scream, and my thighs hike even higher, wrapping around his waist just as he starts pumping his cock in and out of my wanting pussy without abandon.
My moans and cries of pleasure fuel him like I’ve never seen before, like he’s on a mission to see what sounds I can make next, and I forget everything but the way he fucks me hard and fast and so damn good I don’t even care what the hell kind of sounds slip past my parted lips.
I’ll give them all to him if he keeps filling me the way he is, hips pistoning hard enough that he hits places inside me only two other men have ever reached.
My nails dig into his shoulder and I cry out, the room filling with the sounds of my arousal, the wetness between my legs, and the lewd slap of skin against skin. It only serves to send me higher and higher, my pussy tightening around him with every thrust.
“I can feel you clenching around me already, Blue,” he growls, biting down on my shoulder when my body reacts to his voice, walls squeezing him as he fucks me good. “You close to coming already?”
“So fucking close,” I pant, already feeling the first warnings of my impending release.
It’s gaining on me fast, too, because with every pound of his cock, Caid manages to rub against my clit in a way that has tingles rushing through my body, my thighs clamping around his waist, and a desperate need flooding through me.
Caid curses, right before he hauls himself upright, hooking my legs over his arms as he grows rougher with his strokes.
He lifts my body higher, providing a new angle, and I damn near scream when he starts thrusting in and out of me again.
My eyes slam shut, cutting off the breathtaking view of his body as he works to throw me over the ledge I can feel drawing nearer, and my head falls back when I lose myself to the arousal that is bursting out of me.
“Give it to me, Blue. I want to feel you strangling my cock. I’ve dreamed about it enough that I need to feel it,” he grits, his words slipping through clenched teeth.
His words only add fuel to the fire, and I feel my orgasm gaining on me. I’m so desperate to fall over the ledge that I slip my hand between us. My fingers are coated with my arousal in mere seconds, and I use it to slicken my clit before I start rubbing circles over the sensitive bud.
It’s exactly what I need, accompanied by the frantic fucking, and it only takes a handful of strokes before I tip over the edge. I come on a wail, my pussy clamping down so hard around Caiden’s rock-hard cock that it’s a miracle he manages to fuck me through the climax that steals my sanity.
I’m coming so hard that my sight dims and my hearing grows fuzzy, only vaguely hearing Caid grunt and growl as he pumps in and out of my body. With my walls pulsing around him, it doesn’t take much more before he falls into oblivion with me.
“Shit. Ah, fuck, yes,” he groans, right before he buries himself to the deepest point inside me and stills.
I feel him spurt a messy load of cum inside me in the next breath, filling me so much that it drips out of me, turning us into a bigger mess.
I love it. The feel of him inside me, around me.
All of it. I’m obsessed with every sensation he brings out of me.
Energy zapped right out of his god-crafted body, Caiden drops against me, barely giving me any of his weight. What he does offer is more than welcome, the feel of his hot, slightly sweaty, hard body draped over mine providing a cocoon of warmth and comfort.
Wrapping my arms around him, I hug him close while we both catch our breaths. I’m not sure how long we lie like that, making a mess on the mats but simply content to embrace while the beating of our hearts steadies before falling into step with one another.
Eventually, Caid untucks his face from my neck, lifting his upper body to peer down at me.
The little light that fills the room allows me to see the depths of those gorgeous pale-green eyes, and my breath catches when I find a lot more emotion in them than I anticipated.
I can point out some, already feeling them myself: contentment, affection, adoration, and tenderness, to name a few.
There’s something big floating in those green depths, too, but I refuse to give it a name. I’m not delirious enough to believe what my eyes might be seeing, afraid it could be nothing more than a trick of the dim light.
Instead, I smile up at the man and whisper, “I’d say this session went incredibly well, wouldn’t you?”
Caiden chokes on his sudden laugh, hanging his head as he mutters, “Jesus Christ.”