21. Killian #2
His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a sigh. And despite telling me to let him work, Maddox goes limp in my hold. I love it. It fuels me, warming my skin, and there’s no way I’m going to stop now. I look down as I graze my knuckles against the front of his shorts. He’s already hard .
“Stop it,” he whines. “I need to focus. There’s a research symposium Wheeler’s making me attend, and I need to get ready for it.”
“When is it?”
“May.”
“You’ve got a lot of time!” I insist. “Also, can I come watch?”
“If you want to, but you’ll probably get bored.”
“Nothing about you bores me.”
Maddox laughs, but it quickly devolves into a soft moan when I flatten my hand against his thickening cock. “F-fine. Now stop it.”
“Don’t wanna.” I nip at the shell of his ear, and he tilts his head away and gives me access, his eyes closing. “You paying attention to me now?”
His voice is strained. “Unfortunately.”
Grinning, I circle a nipple with my thumb, only lightly grazing it a few times.
He makes a frustrated noise and arcs into my touch.
He squirms, clearly wanting me to move things along, but it’s one of those days where I know I’ve been good, and I want a reward.
I continue to tease him, and when I finally put his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and play with it, Maddox lets out a loud moan.
“I hate you,” he grumbles, and I grin because we both know he doesn’t. His legs go slack, widening, and I hook my ankles around his to spread them even more.
He doesn’t stop me when I reach around him to shut his laptop and put it on the study desk beside the bed.
I kiss his hair, nip at his jaw, and suck on his neck. “Okay, are you paying attention now?”
“ Yes. Just touch me.” He grabs my hand and shoves it down into his shorts. Chuckling, I give him what he wants, but not entirely. I rub my thumb over his wet slit then give him a long, slow stroke that makes him rock his hips.
“Come to regionals.”
Maddox hisses, “For fuck’s sake, Killian, I said I’d think about it.”
“Think about it now.”
“Fine! Fine, I’ll come. Now touch me properly. ”
I’m not sure if he means that or if he’s only saying it to shut me up, but I’ll take it.
His bossiness makes me happy, anyway. I stroke him at a languid pace until he literally growls and grabs me by the wrist, pushing my hand down, and I hold back a laugh.
Maddox squirms against me, and I’m so hard it’s painful.
He hooks an arm around my neck and turns to me, searching for my mouth, and he sighs when I kiss him.
His fingers clutch at my hair, tugging and loosening his grip over and over again.
He’s practically panting now, slowly raising his hips to meet my strokes, and his legs are trembling—it’s so fucking hot, especially with his cheeks turning a ruddy color.
I want to prolong this. I want to get his dildo and stuff him with it, make him whine and beg. I remember what he said back when we messed around in the car—how simply being stuffed full quiets his mind.
I’d love to see it with my own eyes.
“Killian,” he whines. “Faster.”
Grinning, I obey him. I rub my thumb over the head of his leaking cock, and pick up my pace and stroke him quicker. Maddox groans, the hand around my neck tightening to the point of pain. He clutches my thigh with his other hand, his nails digging into me.
“Good?” I ask.
“C-clearly,” he grits out.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. Can I please fuck you soon?”
Without missing a beat, Maddox says, “Win regionals and I’ll think about it.”
I groan loudly. “It’s happening. I’m going to fuck you real good, Maddox.”
My words push him over the edge. Maddox shudders and comes all over my hand while I work him through it.
I look between his dick and his face, not even knowing what I want to focus on, then decide I want to see his expression more.
His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, his jaw’s slack, and his eyes are closed as he leans against me .
I reach over for the box of tissues on his table—which has found its permanent place there since we’ve started messing around—and clean us both off as much as I can. He’s silent as I move around, and then gingerly pulls his shorts up.
“You’re a distraction. I’m not going to finish my work because of you,” he mumbles, turning slightly in my lap and tucking his face into my chest. He goes quiet, and I listen to his breathing even out.
After a long while, Maddox says something incoherent that I don’t catch, and I smirk as I wrap my hands around him and press my nose against his hair.
“What was that?” I ask.
Maddox lifts his chin, dragging his gaze to me. He blinks at me slowly and his body’s lax against mine as he mumbles sleepily, “I said… I think I’m going to tell Wheeler about us.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.” I sit up straighter, taking him with me, and Maddox grunts. He makes an annoyed sound and presses his face against my neck, ignoring me when I try to nudge him off. “Maddox,” I say. “Won’t you get in trouble?”
“I read the handbook. Well… okay, I read it more thoroughly this time, I mean. If we declare our relationship to HR and make sure there’s no conflict of interest with class, it should be okay.
Wheeler might be irritated but I think he’ll get it.
If he found out another way and we accidentally make it seem as if we were hiding it, I think the blow up will be a lot worse. ”
I nod, taking all that in. Honestly, my mind got stuck at the word relationship. I love how casually he said it. I love how there’s no hesitation in his voice.
“When are you going to tell him?” I ask.
“Don’t know. When the time seems right.”
“Okay, babe.” I kiss his hair. Maddox stays still, his breaths coming warm and slow against my neck. “You good? Thought you wanted to finish your work.”
“Can’t think. You did too much.”
I laugh. “Just wanted to make you relax a bit.”
“Yeah. Mission accomplished. ”
“We can nap.” I pull away so I can settle both of us down on the bed, but he stops me by tugging at my hair and forcing me to look at him. “What?”
He shifts on my lap, moving against my hard-on, and smiles when I gasp. The hungry look on his face makes me even stiffer.
“You haven’t come,” he states.
I let out a startled laugh. “It’s fine.”
Maddox tightens his hold on my hair and glowers at me. It’s the least intimidating and most adorable glare I’ve ever seen. With how red his cheeks are and how he’s pouting, Maddox is as frightening as an adorable kitten.
“Behave and let me suck you off,” he says. “Tell me how you’re going to fuck me while I do it.”
I give him a wicked grin, because there’s no way I’d say no to that.