23. Maddox
Maddox
I t’s past midnight when we finally make it to the hotel.
“Here’s us,” I tell Killian when we get to the room I booked for the night. He’s going to have to sneak back in the morning. It’s the school policy or whatever—they’re expected to stay with the team.
“Sweet!” Killian deposits our bags by the floor of the bed, takes his shoes and jacket off, and dives into the king-sized mattress. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan and buries his face in the thick pillows, his shoulders sagging as he gets relaxed.
I’m not sure if he’s pretending he’s still got energy—with Killian, I can never tell—but he sits up and gives me a wide smile. Then he pats his thigh.
I snort. “What am I, a dog?”
Despite my snark, I follow his lead and get rid of my shoes and outerwear.
I drag my feet through the soft carpet, also trying to hide how tired I am, and climb onto his lap.
As usual, he tries to hold me closely and tightly.
I don’t even care about how he rearranges my legs how he wants, putting my thighs on either side of his hips and dragging me until our bodies are pressed against each other.
I instantly relax in his hold, giving him a quick kiss on the neck. Killian shudders slightly and laughs, one of his hands holding me tightly on the small of my back and the other one pressed against the base of my skull .
He’s so warm, and his scent invades my senses. I don’t know what spell he cast on me, but all the tension in my body easily dissipates. Killian gently pulls me back by my hair and presses chaste kisses against my throat, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
“Don’t you want to rest yet?” I rasp.
“Nope.” The hand that’s on my back slips under my shirt, his palm caressing my warm skin. “Did you watch me tonight?”
“Of course. You were very impressive.”
He snickers. “Probably would have been more impressive if we actually won. I know winning was a long shot, and I’m happy enough we got this far, but I can’t believe that was my last college game ever.”
I can tell he’s trying to pass his words off as lighthearted, but I have enough sense to know that it weighs heavily on him. His voice is weary, the frustration in it clear, and my chest is heavy for him.
“You did great, Killian,” I murmur.
He hums. “How was it with Isaac and Archer? Anything else eventful happen today?”
Aside from Viktor’s texts, no.
I contemplate telling him, but end up shaking my head. I recognize my bad habit of keeping these things quiet, but… when I think of the way Killian might react, the words get stuck in my throat. There’s no way I want to see how his face will fall. Not now.
There’s something I want tonight, and mentioning that name will only ruin it.
“Killian,” I whisper. My fingers curl around his jaw. Holding his gaze, I let a beat pass as I gather up my courage. Realizing that nothing will ever prepare me for this moment anyway, I let the words tumble out of my mouth. “Are you ready for your prize now? I said you could fuck me tonight.”
He sucks in a breath, his pupils dilating to where I can barely see the brown in them. “That was if we won.”
“Eh, I don’t even know why I made that challenge.” I smile at him. “I was going to sit on your dick either way. ”
Killian’s expression darkens. The hand he has in my hair tightens, his nails scraping against my scalp. “The mouth on you,” he hisses. Killian has said that a number of times before, and it still makes me smile as smugly as it did the first time.
Grinning, I take my glasses off and set them on the bedside table.
“Can you even see me without those?” he asks.
“Yes.” I thumb the scar on his chin. “I can see you perfectly well.”
I hook my fingers under the hem of his shirt and tug it upwards, helping him out of it, and Killian does the same for me.
I take my time kissing him and drifting my hands over the hard planes of his chest. I love the feel of his muscles under my fingers, and the way his voice hitches when my nails scrape his nipples.
Killian’s undoubtedly the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and it still boggles me how I ever caught his attention—how I ever kept it.
He’s going to tire of you, says that irritating voice in the back of my head. I inhale a slow, uneven breath, trying to tell my brain to shut up. He’s going to realize you’re not all that and be done with you.
“Maddox,” Killian murmurs, licking between my lips until I open up for him.
“I’m so happy you’re here.” He kisses me slowly, exploring my mouth, and my thoughts fizzle into nothingness.
Killian whispers more things—about how I’m making everything easier, how he’s wanted me since he first saw me, how he’s the luckiest person ever because of me—and just that quickly, I don’t even remember what I was so worried about.
I pull away from him to catch my breath, and my gaze roams down his body.
His bruises from last time still haven’t fully healed and there’re at least two new ones from today’s game.
How he’s able to move normally, as if they don’t hurt, is beyond me.
Eyebrows arching, I press my thumb down on a fresh bruise on his ribcage.
“Ow, Maddox!” Killian grabs me by the wrist, giving me a glare that doesn’t intimidate me. “What did you do that for?”
“Just exploring.” Smiling, I push him back by the shoulder until he falls back on the bed. His eyes widen slightly, and he watches me as I untangle myself from him to unbutton his pants. I fight not to let my fingers shake as I unzip him .
“Get the condom and the lube,” I tell him. “Right pocket of my bag.”
Killian gives me a wide, excited smile and pushes himself up on his elbows.
He twists his body and reaches down to the floor where he put our bags, and I’m subjected to an incredible view of his back.
He’s all taut muscles everywhere and it makes my mouth water.
Makes me want to put my tongue all over him.
After rummaging through my bag, he finally finds the supplies and puts them at his side, near his head.
Grinning, he grabs me and pulls me down with him.
He kisses me again, wet and hot, and his fingers work my pants open at the same time.
We both pull apart again to wiggle out of our pants and underwear, and he throws them to the ground.
My breathing becomes even more ragged when he drags me onto his lap again, making me straddle his strong thighs, and he puts long fingers around both of our lengths and tugs.
I squeak. I actually squeak. He chuckles at the sound, and my face flares.
I’m about to glower at him but all my thoughts are once again thrown away because he strokes us—slow and tight, and I moan, my lower lip wobbling.
Killian plays with the head of my dick, thumbing at the pre-cum and spreading it around, and even if we’ve barely done anything yet, I already feel close to bursting.
“You look so good,” he rasps. “So fucking hot and made for me. I’m so happy. So fucking happy.”
There’s a ball lodged in my throat, keeping me from speaking, so I only nod. I want him in me, and I’ve wanted it for some time now. I don’t even know why we waited this long.
He keeps his eyes on me as he squirts lube into his hand. Killian massages it between his fingers, probably to warm it, and of course he’s the type of man who’d go through every single ministration to make sure I’m as comfortable as possible.
“Get up on your knees a bit,” he says. “Spread your legs.”
There’s something to be said about how I obey him instantly. His hand circles around me, slipping between my crease, and the first press of his slick finger makes me inhale deeply .
Killian works me open slowly and gently, way too attuned to my comfort, and I bury my face in his neck and let out the neediest moan. I’m a shuddering mess against him. My dick is pressing between us and leaking against his stomach.
“This okay?” he asks. He’s got three fingers in me now, gently prodding at my prostate, and I whine and rock my hips. “Babe, it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” I snap, impatience building in me. I want him to stop treating me like I’m fragile. Killian needs to give me his everything, but he refuses to pick up the pace even when I push back against his fingers. “Killian,” I whine.
“God, I love the way you say my name.”
“Stop teasing and put your dick in me, and I’ll shout your goddamn name!” I slam a fist against the bed, right beside his head. Killian’s smile only deepens. “I swear to fucking god, I will do it all myself if you don’t—”
He kisses me to shut me up, though the way I can feel his smile against my lips does nothing to ease my irritation. When he nudges me to sit up so he can slip the condom on, I finally forgive him.
“Ride me,” Killian says. “Want you in control.”
My voice comes out hoarse. “Okay.”
He clutches my hips as I climb on top of him again, and I plant shaking hands against his chest. I need to get a fucking grip—I’m acting like I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to give him another chance to think that I need to be handled with care. Because I don’t.
I take it as a personal challenge, and I sink down on him in a single motion. We both throw our heads back. The feel of his thick cock finally inside me is a sensation I’ve never felt before. It feels so amazing it’s almost unbearable, and I feel it in my chest, in my throat.
I meet Killian’s dark gaze. He bites down on his lower lip and clutches at my hips, blinking at me rapidly. There’s so much tension in him, the sinews of his neck tightening as he grits his teeth.
When I’m ready to move, I wiggle my hips a bit, and Killian sucks in a breath in response .
I ride him with all I’ve got. I keep my hands flat on his chest to keep myself up, and he watches me the entire time. Killian keeps saying my name in deep, low grunts—keeps praising me as I move, and it only urges me on.
“Fuck, yes, Maddox,” he whines. “So good—you feel so fucking good.”
He lets out a loud moan and presses his cheek against the pillow, his mouth hanging open. Killian tugs me down to him. I almost lose my balance, letting out a soft sound as he crashes his mouth against mine.
“Fucking perfect,” he hisses against my lips.
He continues to babble, verging on incoherent, but it works me up anyway.
I sit up on my knees again to get a better look at him.
The way he rambles and loses control underneath me makes me want to do this all night.
Unfortunately, my legs start to shake from the strain, and I slow down to catch my breath.
He notices and immediately takes over, holding me by the hips and pistoning his hips upwards at a brutal pace.
The sound that comes out of me is unreal.
I’ve never heard anything so animalistic escape my lips before.
My eyes start to sting and my lungs constrict as my orgasm builds, heat and pleasure pooling through me.
He’s hitting my prostate with every deep thrust he makes.
All I need is one final push.
Frantic, I reach for my cock—but then Killian grabs my wrists and pulls both my hands back, keeping me from touching myself.
“What the hell, Killian!?” I shout. His grip is tight and he keeps my hands to my sides. I almost thrash against him.
“You’ve forgotten?” he says between grunts. “I said I could make you come without touching your dick.”
My eyes widen. I’m about to argue but he moves in faster, deeper—I didn’t even think that was possible at this point—and angles his hips and prods that sensitive spot in me again and again. I’m trembling now, tears threatening to fall because of how fucking good it feels .
“Come on, pretty boy,” he says, grinning wickedly.
“I know you can do it. Come just from my dick. Show me you can.” Killian punctuates every word with a relentless thrust. When he lets go of my hands to grip my hips again, I don’t even try to touch myself again.
He moves me up and down his length, doing all the work himself.
He rasps out, “Come for me. Want to hear you say my name when you do.”
“Killian,” I whine. I come with a shudder, spilling between us. It feels as if I’m coming forever, my whole body shaking, and Killian chases after his own orgasm. He continues to say the filthiest things until his words get cut off by a loud groan, and his dick pulses in me as he comes.
When Killian lets go of my hips, I collapse onto him.
I nuzzle my face against his shoulder, panting against his warm skin and vaguely aware of how he cards his fingers through my hair and kisses my temple.
It’s not until he’s brushing his fingers over my cheeks and wiping away the wetness that I realize him fucking me literally brought me to tears.
I swipe at my cheeks. “Oh, god. I can’t believe this.”
“Eh,” he says with a laugh, licking at my face and making me wheeze. “It’s okay. No shame in crying during sex. I know I’m good at it.”
“Shut up.” I swat at him, but there’s no gusto behind it.
“You regret your silly no-jock rule now? I’m impressive, right? My stamina—”
I wheeze. “Oh my god, shut up .”
Killian snickers, kissing my hair again.
He flips us over gently, and I wince at the sticky mess between us.
He doesn’t seem to care though, and I watch his back as he gets up to discard the condom.
Killian disappears into the bathroom and comes back, already cleaned up, with a wet hand towel in his hand.
I blink sleepily at him, stretching my limbs on the bed as he wipes me.
The unabashed way he lets his eyes roam over my body makes my dick stiffen again, and I tell myself to behave because he’s got an early morning .
We’re not on the same page, though, because Killian grabs me by the jaw and kisses me, slow and gentle.
“Enough, Killian.” Laughing, I nudge him away. “Early morning tomorrow.”
“Okay, but we’re getting up earlier than necessary and doing that again.”
I let out a tiny snort, and even if every muscle in my body is already cursing at me, I nod in agreement.
Now that I know how it feels to have him in me, I think it’s going to turn into an addiction.
An addiction I’m going to welcome wholeheartedly.