25. Killian #2
“I, um.” I rally for a response. “I’ll want to know what the problem is first—if he’s…
uh, distracted, tired, or just doesn’t understand what we’re doing.
” Struggling, I babble on and on. I’m not even sure if I’m making any fucking sense, but when Maddox nods at me and leans down to kiss the tip of my cock, I guess my response was acceptable.
I watch with bated breath as he slips the condom on me.
He continues to torture me, throwing questions at me that would probably be a lot easier to think about if he wasn’t holding my pleasure hostage. Maddox lifts himself up on his knees and opens himself up. His jaw drops open as he fingers himself, his voice hitching when he talks.
When I reach out for his dick, eager to touch him, Maddox only smacks my hand away.
Damn it .
Holding my gaze, Maddox lines himself up on me. My heart hammers in my chest loud enough that I almost don’t hear his next question.
“How would you handle a player who’s struggling and losing confidence?” he whispers.
“Well, um… oh, fuck, Maddox. God, baby .”
He sinks down on me, wrapping me in his tight heat. Maddox groans, his nails pressing on my chest as he adjusts himself on me.
“Focus,” he reminds me.
“Okay, uh. What was the question again?”
Maddox lets out a strained laugh. “What do you do if one of your players is struggling and losing their confidence?”
Oh, right. Right.
I grapple for an answer and give it to him, though if anyone asked, I wouldn’t be able to repeat a word I said to save my life.
I give it a solid effort, really—but it’s difficult with him on me like this.
Maddox isn’t even moving. He’s simply sitting on my dick and smiling at me as if he weren’t currently breaking my universe apart.
There’s already sweat forming on my brow and my heart feels as if it could burst out of my chest at any moment now.
He continues to throw questions at me, warming my cock with his heat the entire time. At one point, I sit up just so I can be closer to him, and he buries his face in my neck and kisses the skin there.
And, as surprisingly fucked up as it is, his experiment actually works—the raging heat in me simmers to something much more pleasant.
Something much more settled. It becomes a buzzing that helps me relax, and I put my arms around him.
When I shift him a bit, he whines out the next question, and it makes me chuckle against his hair.
“You’re going to do great, Killian,” he says with a raspy voice.
Maddox curls his fingers around my shirt, and I realize he’s trembling.
Stubborn as ever, though, he asks me about economics next.
Then he goes right into some questions from my linguistics class, because apparently he looked over that curriculum too.
When he finally asks me about statistics, I just about lose all my grip on reality.
I get through it, though. I don’t know how much willpower I have left in me, my dick cursing at me to thrust up into Maddox’s tight heat, but I power through it. And when he’s finally satisfied with all his goddamn questions, Maddox pulls away from my neck.
He puts a hand in my hair and yanks me in for a kiss. “Good job,” he says.
“Thanks,” I rasp out.
I brush his hair away from his face, and I’m sure he doesn’t miss how my fingers are shaking.
I don’t think there’ll ever be a day where his smile won’t make my insides flutter. And I see why he thought this would help. My heart’s racing, but my thoughts are forced to settle, and everything seems so much clearer.
So, so much clearer.
“Maddox,” I murmur. “I want that coaching job.”
I’ve been trying to act unbothered about my future, but admitting that simple reality is a huge weight off my shoulders. I want the job. I want to coach others and make them love the game as much as I do. Even just the thought of it thrills me.
He rubs the scar on my chin and nods. “I love that you know what you want now. When I asked you for the first time where you wanted to be, you said you had no clue.”
I let out a startled laugh, my chest rumbling. Maddox moves a bit, and that tiny movement makes me shudder.
I really, really wish he’d let me fuck him now—but Maddox seems to like this. A lot. And honestly, I’m starting to see the appeal in it, too. There’s something… incredibly intimate in simply being in him and talking like this.
His eyes flutter closed when I kiss his neck.
Voice low and hoarse, I say, “I’m exactly where I want to be right now.” Then I grasp him by the sides of his head, forcing him to meet my gaze. “Can I please fuck you?”
His eyes darken. “Yes. ”
His phone suddenly rings, making us both jump. I groan as Maddox climbs off me, my dick slipping free, and he fumbles to grab his phone, canceling the call without even seeing who it is.
I was able to glimpse the screen, though. “Why are you getting so many spam calls recently?”
Weird. He gets calls at least twice a day, and I’ve seen him block them immediately. “Maybe your number was sold to a database or something.”
“Maybe,” he says quietly. Maddox’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between me and his phone.
“You look like you want to tell me something,” I say with a frown. Not sure why the mood’s suddenly shifted, but it’s making my dick soften—which, after what Maddox just put me through, is the last thing I want.
“Um, no,” he mumbles. Maddox stares at his phone for too long with a blank expression, then he switches it off completely. “Just… you’re probably right, I guess. I should probably get a new number, but it’ll be really troublesome.”
“Yeah…”
Another strange silence passes. I can’t believe some stupid spam call ruined the mood, but I don’t think Maddox wants to continue where we left off now, not with the worried look on his face. Giving him a small smile, I make a move to get up.
That seems to knock him back to the present.
His attention snaps to me, and he glowers at me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting up? It didn’t seem like you were still in the mood to—”
“You’ve lost your libido that easily? Thought you were going to fuck me?”
A loud laugh bursts out of me.
“This fucking dirty mouth,” I say, pulling him down to me and pressing our mouths together. Maddox’s chuckling vibrates against my lips.
Grinning, I get up on my knees, dragging Maddox up with me.
He blinks at me when I gently nudge him to turn around.
He obliges, and I slide my hand from the base of his spine to his shoulder blades, gently pushing him down.
After that, It only takes him a split second to catch on to what I want, and I swear I almost come on the spot when he kneels and presses his face against the mattress, his plump ass in the air right before me.
I slide a hand down his back, putting it in his crease, and sink my fingers into his slick hole. He jerks a bit, and then lets out a moan. I grumble, “You’re going to pay for all that, I swear.”
He lets out a hoarse laugh. His voice muffled against his bed, he says, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Killian.”
I don’t even try to stop the wicked grin that spreads across my face as I make good on the promise.