Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
AUSTIN
Maddox bends me over his lap, which is… a bit more intimate than I’d been expecting.
I feel like his little rag doll as he moves me the way he wants me, pulling my arms behind my back and using one huge hand to pin them down just below where my bra would clasp if I were wearing one.
He uses his other hand to tug my panties down until the waistband of them sits just below my asscheeks.
I try to spread my thighs a little so he can pull them down further, get his fingers where I need them most of all, but he ignores my efforts.
“Comfortable, Tex?”
I try to blow my hair out of my face. “Oh, yeah, very. What, with your cock poking me in the stomach and all.”
Somehow, I don’t expect the smack that comes after that. It sounds much worse than it feels—the crack of it echoing in the room, making me jolt and gasp. By the time my brain catches up to the fact he just spanked the shit out of me, he’s massaging the sting away.
I’m momentarily speechless, frozen, blinking. I’ve gotten spanked before, of course. In fact, I love getting spanked. I’d say it’s half the reason I wanted Maddox to dominate me so badly.
“Okay?” Maddox asks, voice low and unsure.
I nod, before remembering he asked for verbal answers. “Yeah,” I reply, not a huge fan of how shaky my voice is. It was one slap; I need to get my shit together. Maddox still hesitates. “Green, I swear.”
He lets out a breath—a sigh of relief, maybe. It feels out of place. What could he possibly be worried about right now? Everything is great.
Another slap rains down—the other cheek. I’m expecting it this time, so I don’t flinch. There’s no more check-ins. Maddox falls into a rhythm of slaps, spreading them out across both cheeks and down my thighs a bit.
By the time the first whimper escapes me, I’ve already been squirming in his lap for several minutes.
My pussy is throbbing. I swear to god, I’ve never been this turned on before.
Usually, I’m the one in charge during sex, no matter how big a man’s talk is, even if I’m being spanked.
I can’t remember the last time I was able to just stop fighting so much and give in to my instinct to submit.
“Maddox.” It’s a whimper. There’s no other word for it. As much as I hate the kick to my pride, I know I’ll get over it as long as his cock is in me soon.
“Hush,” he replies simply, and it’s gruff.
Being quiet makes sense. It sounds nice, actually. I press my forehead against the duvet and try my best. I can’t stop the moans and whimpers and whines, but I can stop begging for more than he wants to give me right now.
Instead, I focus on how his hands feel against me. My ass hurts… but in a really, really good way. A way that makes my mind tunnel and all the extra shit float away. Money doesn’t matter. My jobs don’t matter. What happened at the bar, my father, leaving Cedar Creek—nothing matters except Maddox.
After a while of being quiet and still, Maddox rewards me with two of his fingers between my thighs. His cock throbs against my stomach when he feels the mess I’ve made already.
“Goddamn, baby. You really do like being spanked, don’t you?”
I can’t tell if he’s teasing me or not, but right now, I don’t care. I try to spread my legs again, and this time, he lets me. “Please,” I beg, too needy to give a shit about pride anymore.
His fingers feel massive as he pushes two of them inside me. The angle’s all wrong, my thighs can’t part as much as I need them too, but I moan anyway as they fill me. It’s not even one of the fake ones I use during shows. Just feeling filled by him is enough.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, Tex. Ass as red as your hair, pussy soaked, voice all sweet and high.”
“Fuck me,” I whine, squirming in his grasp again. The hand he has around my wrists tightens, but he pulls his fingers out and helps me stand a second later.
I know what I look like when I’m turned on—actually turned on, not faking it. I’m pale, so the flush in my cheeks always reddens my neck and chest as well, making me look all splotchy. It’s not a pretty sight.
But Maddox is looking at me like I’m the prettiest damn thing he’s ever seen. The wholesomeness of it, after he just spanked my ass so hard I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home without squirming, makes me feel like a germ under a microscope.
I don’t know if he can tell, or if he just gets his fill right about the same time I get uncomfortable, but he stands abruptly, making me step back to avoid being bumped into. He pushes my panties the rest of the way down and then pulls my shirt over my head.
“You’ll have to tell me how to play with these so I don’t hurt you,” he tells me, something like awe in his voice as he gazes at my piercings. I grin. Finally, back on solid footing. I know how to handle a man who finds me sexy. It’s a man who finds me pretty that’s foreign.
“Been fantasizing about them, Rancher?”
“Like a damn teenager.”
I laugh, and the last of the awkwardness melts away. “Pretty much the same that you’d play with any nipples. You can tug the barbells lightly, but don’t be rough about it.”
He doesn’t hesitate after that, but instead of twisting them with his fingers like I figured he would, he ducks his head down and wraps his lips around one, flicking his tongue.
I hiss at the sudden pleasure, back arching and fingers threading through his stupidly soft hair.
My mind inches back toward that wonderful soft feeling it’d been floating in earlier.
One of his hands reaches down to fiddle with his jeans, while the other slides around to my back, pressing against the small of it like he wants me closer, too.
The movements are counterproductive—pushing me closer gives him less room to unbutton his jeans.
He growls against my nipple in frustration, the vibrations against the barbell causing my breath to hitch, and then pulls away reluctantly.
His fingers make quick work of the button and zipper.
“Sorry, I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t get these pants off so it can get some room. ”
“Mhmm, sure, Rancher,” I joke back, watching. “You don’t have to make excuses to get your dick out, you know. I’ve been asking to see it since I got here.”
He doesn’t even respond to me, just lets out a sigh of pleasure when his dick springs free.
It’s not a pencil cock, that’s for sure, but I’d already known that.
Seeing it in person is different, though.
Now, if I want it, I can have it. My saliva thickens at the thought and it takes more effort than usual to swallow.
Maddox strokes it with a smirk. “Not a pencil cock after all, is it?”
I bristle. “Still a pencil cock. Maybe a thicker pencil, though. Like the one they give out when you’re just learning how to write.”
He laughs at me and I grab the hair tie off my wrist to put my hair up, planning to humble him a bit, but when I try to kneel, he grabs my elbow to stop me.
“Nope. As much as I want your pretty little lips around my cock, it’ll be over in seconds, and I’m aiming to give you one of those boneless orgasms you’ve been talking up so much. ”
“Step one: stop running your mouth and start fucking me.”
“Well then, we’re starting at step zero first because I wanna taste you.”
It’s the only warning I get before he bends over just enough to band his arm around the back of my thighs and toss me back on the bed. I huff like being tossed around by him doesn’t thrill me. “What’ve you got against people getting on the bed the normal way?”
He doesn’t dignify my attitude with a response, following me onto the bed and rolling onto his back. I’m confused until he grabs my waist and starts tugging me where he wants me.
My breath hitches. Fucking finally. I’m eager to comply after that, my knees framing his face as I kneel above him.
He groans, craning his neck impatiently and holding my thighs.
The mustache I’d been fantasizing about pricks my skin as he kisses my thighs, leaving my pussy aching for attention again, but when I try to lower myself, his fingers dig into the backs of my thighs. “Maddox.”
“You’re so goddamn impatient,” he grumbles back, nipping me lightly and making me suck in a breath. I’m gonna have tiny little bruises from his fingers and mouth all over me and the realization makes me even hotter.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I rode someone’s face? I think the last time might’ve been Col—”
The bite is harder this time and I yelp.
“The only name you’re gonna be saying in my bed is mine, Tex.
” He lets go of one of my thighs, his fingers creeping around to press inside me again now that he has a front row seat to the action.
We both groan at the same time, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I nod mindlessly, a moan following it when his thumb finds my clit. “Surprised you don’t have this pierced, too.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
He snorts and tugs me into place, maneuvering me how he wants me again.
I grip the headboard with a gasp when his tongue takes a long pass through my pussy.
My other hand grips his hair when he wraps his lips around my clit.
His hands roam, squeezing my ass, trailing up my sides, thumbing my nipples. My hips roll greedily.
For a man who claims he’s never seen a woman have an orgasm that made her brain take a vacation, he sure is good at this. It takes him a few minutes to figure out what works for me and what doesn’t, but soon we find a rhythm together and it’s everything I ever dreamed it would be.
The closer I get to coming, the less I can focus on keeping my grip on his hair light or being mindful of how much I’m bearing down against his face.
He groans, his fingers plucking at my nipples.
My knees squeeze around his head, tugging the fuck out of his hair as my orgasm washes over me. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, Maddox!”
Maddox sucks and licks me through it until the moans turn to whimpers of overstimulation and I’m sitting back against his chest. He cranes his neck to follow my cunt, pressing a final gentle kiss to my clit which makes me laugh breathily, exhausted.
He reaches for my hands, giving me leverage to get back up on my knees despite my shaky legs so I can get off of him. While I’m laying back against the pillow with my arm thrown over my eyes, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart, he kisses up my body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my ear when his kisses lead him there a minute later.
“I’m a panting, red-splotched mess,” I deadpan without looking at him.
“A beautiful, panting, red-splotched mess,” he corrects, and that he didn’t argue with my assessment of myself makes me laugh a little and pull my arm away. “Are you ready for me?”
“Been,” I say, despite already feeling sleepy enough to pass out. I spread my thighs for him and he settles between them.
He only hums in response, and my grin widens because I know he picked that up from me.
Notching the head of his cock between my lips, he puts his other hand down on the bed—one on either side of my head—and kisses me while he presses forward.
We moan together, muffled by each other’s lips, and my nails press into his back.
When he’s completely inside, he stills. I pull my face away from his to breathe, staring up at the ceiling. I feel so full of him. Not just physically. It’s terrifying.
“So what’s the final verdict on the pencil cock thing?” he asks, his voice even more gruff than usual. It cuts my mental spiral off before it can take off and I huff a laugh. He sets a lazy pace.
“I’ve had bigger,” I tell him. It may be a lie, I don’t know. He’s definitely one of the bigger ones I’ve taken, but it’s not like I keep track. “Your br—”
He snaps his hips forward suddenly and I yelp at the sudden change in pace and roughness, my nails digging into him. “What did I say?” he growls.
“Not to say anyone else’s name in your bed. I didn’t say his name,” I barely get out.
It’s a technicality of course, but as a brat, I live off finding technicalities.
Maddox leans down to nip at my jaw, his pace much quicker now.
I turn my head to give him more room and lock my ankles around his back, changing the angle so that he sinks in deeper.
Every thrust hits just right and I’m still sensitive enough from my last orgasm that I’m a mess beneath him again in no time.
“Where’s that attitude now, baby?” His hand wraps around my throat loosely and I moan, jutting my chin up in a silent plea. Maddox listens, tightening his grip on the sides of my throat and creating that wonderful, dizzying feeling that has my pussy clenching around him even tighter.
He grunts. “Goddamn, baby. You were fucking made for me. Are you gonna let me have it, Tex? Gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
It doesn’t take but a few more thrusts before I’m falling over that edge again, Maddox taking his hand off my throat and pounding into me harder as he chases his own release.
He buries his face against my throat as we both tremble through the aftershocks and try to catch our breath.
That was hands-down the best sex I have ever had, which is pretty fucking worrisome, but I’ll choose not to dwell on that right now.
Right now, all that matters is how satiated and blissed-out I feel.
Maddox lifts his head to check on me and his eyes look nervous.
I don’t understand why he’s concerned, but I want the look to go away, so I smile at him lazily and reach up to push his damp hair off his forehead.
His softening cock slips out of me and I scrunch my nose at the feeling of his cum escaping too.
He chuckles, rolling onto his back and pulling me against his side. I lay my head on his shoulder, twine our legs together, and use my fingers to play with the hair on his chest. It occurs to me how domestic all of this is. Maybe, if I didn’t leave, we could have nights like this all the time.
I shove that thought down deep and press a kiss to his chest. Ignoring my body’s desire to be lazy, I get up and scoot to the edge of the bed with a wince as the sheets rake against my sore ass.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To piss. Is that alright with you, Rancher?”
He grumbles. “I guess. As long as you know you’re not leaving tonight.”
“Technically, it’s morning,” I brat back, grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my shorts once I find them on the floor. This inadvertently gives Maddox an incredible view apparently, because he groans.
“Bring the lotion off the counter back with you,” he tells me and I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me.
“I don’t need aftercare. I’m a big girl.”
“Don’t piss me off, Tex. My dick can’t handle a round two right now.”