Chapter 30
THIRTY
AUSTIN
I wake up to ticklish kisses being trailed up my spine, humming and squirming as Maddox pushes my shirt up inch by inch.
He huffs out a laugh against my skin. I yawn and crack one eye open.
The sun’s shining through his bedroom window, basking the bed in warmth.
Guess that explains why the blankets aren’t on the bed anymore. Must’ve kicked them off in my sleep.
“I’m so goddamn happy to see you still in my bed,” His voice is light, playful, and his mustache tickles me again as he presses another kiss to my ribs this time.
“Quit it. Your mustache is prickly,” I squirm away from his kisses, rolling onto my back and looking up at him.
He’s a mess. His hands are clean, like he washed them before he touched me, but he’s got a streak of grease across his forehead and he looks sweaty even though it’s cool outside. The room smells faintly of diesel now.
“I know, I know. I’m getting in the shower. You were just too pretty to ignore,” he says, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt off over his head.
His hairy chest comes into view and I’d love to blame it on ovulation, the way I feel the sudden need to jump him, but that part of my cycle doesn’t really affect me as much since I had my surgery.
Still, he just looks so fucking manly right now and I need him. Biblically.
“Really?”
I pull my eyes away from his chest to see him smirking. “What?”
“This is what’s doing it for you? Me, all gross and sweaty and smelly?
I’ve taken you out on dates and watched your reality TV shows with you, don’t complain when you steal the entire blanket at night but still find a way to press your ice-cold feet against me.
None of that phased you a bit, but this is what’s doing it? ”
I’d narrow my eyes at him, but he’s not wrong. “Okay, and? Planning on taking advantage of it, or do I need to go home and blow the dust off one of my vibrators?”
He perks up like a goddamn dog and knees up on the bed to pull out the nightstand drawer, like he’d just remembered something.
I sit up on my elbows curiously. Maddox pulls out an exact replica of the vibrator he always chooses when he logs in for my cam shows, shoving the corner of the packaging between his teeth to get the outer plastic off.
“Give it here.” I snatch it from him and dig my nails into the plastic to tear it. With my luck, Maddox would find a way to break his fucking tooth trying to open it with his mouth and then we’d have to tell his family why there was a dental bill on the ranch’s ledger all of a sudden.
“I’m gonna have to break your heart, Rancher,” I tell him as I slide the box open and pull out the vibrator, tossing the charging cord on the bed beside me.
I hold the toy up so he can see and press the ‘on’ button.
When it doesn’t immediately start buzzing, his smile falls.
“Most toys don’t come pre-charged and this one takes two hours before it’s ready to go. ”
He gapes at that. “Two hours?”
I nod sympathetically, reaching over to rifle through his nightstand again while he grumbles about unfairness and plugs in the new toy.
There’s a slew of condoms that I shove to the side to pull out a pair of padded cuffs, also still boxed.
I roll from my side onto my back to read the back of the package.
“I find it hard to believe you didn’t already have cuffs, Maddie, and I know this brand isn’t cheap. Do I even want to know how much you spent there?”
“Probably not.”
I open the box and pull them out, looking them over.
The padding is nice. A bit too thick, but I’m sure they’ll be comfortable.
“I wanted to cuff you to the headboard and make you come on the vibrator til you cried,” he says as he sits down on the edge of the bed, and it sounds so petulant, I can’t help but chuckle.
“You should've read the box before shoving it in your nightstand, baby.” I squeeze his cheeks between my thumb and forefingers and pretend my stomach didn’t just clench with anxiety at the unintentional nickname.
I’d intended to mock him, but I was almost positive it landed far more gentle than that.
It was an odd thing to find endearing—petulance—but I did.
Primarily because I’d venture to guess I was one of the only ones who got to see it.
Maddox was composed, responsible, always had his shit together, and everyone else’s too.
But he was also a man who rarely took time for himself and had planned something special only to be thwarted by an oversight.
“We can still do that. In two hours.”
He falls back on the bed over the top of my legs and groans, tossing his arm over his eyes. His bulge is obvious, even in denim as thick as his work jeans.
“Maddox.”
He grunts, but doesn’t look at me.
With a snort, I slide my hand over his bulge and palm him with just enough pressure to make him moan and take his arm off his face to look at me. “You remember how you told me to ask for what I want?”
“Mhmm,” he agrees absently, his hips jerking as I apply a bit more pressure.
“I want to get on my knees for you and I want you to fuck my face.”
“Fuckkkkk.” His arm goes back over his eyes but his cock twitches beneath my hand. “I’ve gotta shower first.”
“No, you don’t.” I walk my fingers up to the button of his jeans. What he needs to do is get off my legs so I can get up and take care of him.
As though he can read my mind, he does just that, rolling off the opposite side of the bed and onto his feet. “That was impressive, old man.”
He ignores me, shucking his jeans down. “Come shower with me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to shower.”
“Aus—”
“You’re dirty from working, I know. I have eyes and I also have a nose.” His nose scrunches and he lifts his arms to sniff his armpits. I roll my eyes at him. “This is the second time you’ve told me to tell you what I want and then ignored me when I did.”
That’s a dirty card to play but it does the trick. “I didn’t ign—”
“I want you. Right now. Dirty. Musky. Sweaty. All of it. I want to be on my knees for you and I want you to fuck my face.”
I don’t know how much clearer I can make it for him.
I know he doesn’t understand the appeal.
Hell, I barely do. All I know is that his masculinity is making my pussy ache and the only thing I can think about is his strength.
For once in my life, I’m not scared when I think about how a man could use his strength on me. I’m terribly, horribly needy.
“You know, for a man with a cock as hard as yours is right now, you’re certainly putting up a hell of a fight.”
“Fine,” he says, as though getting his cock sucked is some sort of chore for him. Maybe in the past it was, but we’ve already discovered I’m some sort of exception to his need for an emotional connection during sex.
His eyes follow me as I scramble out of bed and undress, grabbing the padded cuffs at the last minute. With my back against the wall across from him, I start to kneel.
“Aht.” I still immediately, even though he just corrected me like he would a horse. Even though I can’t stand it when men do things like that. Everything feels different with him. He tosses a pillow on the ground and then dips his head toward it, a silent command to proceed.
“Getting your face fucked implies discomfort, you know,” I snark, barely pushing the words through my lips.
“Hush. You don’t want to be a brat right now and I don’t want to hear it either.
” He walks up to me, threading his hand in my hair and pulling my head close to his cock.
He’s still wearing his boxer briefs, but I don’t care right now.
He was right, unfortunately. I don’t want to be a brat. I want to submit. I need to.
I lean forward, tongue out like a red carpet for him, but his grip in my hair tightens. “Put your hands on my thighs.”
My shoulders slump slightly as I pull them from behind my back. “I wanted you to cuff me.”
“I know you did, but I’m not going to. In a minute, your throat is going to be stuffed with my cock and you won’t be able to say your safe word if you need to.
Your hands will be your only method of communication so I expect you to slap, pinch, or scratch the shit out of my thighs if you need me to stop. ”
“I won’t need—”
“Hush,” he says again, gentling his grip. “You can waste both of our time by arguing with me and still not get your way in the end, or you can say yes, sir and I’ll reward you by letting you soak my briefs with your spit.”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t even hesitate for a second.
Maddox doesn’t smirk or make a snide remark about how easy I am.
He doesn’t try to humiliate me, even though I’m in a position some would find humiliating.
Instead, he beams down at me with a smile that makes me want to never brat again.
“Good girl.” He shoves my face against his clothed cock a second later and I swear this is what Heaven must be like.