Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
AUSTIN
When Maddox finally gets back to the cabin, I’m still soaking in the tub.
I hear him kick his boots off at the door and then the shuffle of his feet as he walks around flipping off all the light switches that I deliberately turned on just to hear him grumble about the electric bill.
His jeans rustle as he takes them off in his bedroom and I pretend that the clink of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor doesn’t make me flinch.
There’s a knock on the open bathroom door and I crack an eye open to look at him.
He’s smug, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his naked chest and sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a grin on his face even his mustache can’t hide.
I close my eyes again so I can at least act like my pussy isn’t loving the sight.
“Don’t get cocky. My dad’s house doesn’t have a tub. That’s the only reason I’m in here.”
“Mhmm,” he replies, clearly not believing me but kind enough not to call me out. “Can I come in?”
I sigh. “If you must.” I don’t hear movement so I peek at him again.
My sarcasm didn’t land quite right by the looks of it.
I flash him a smile and stick out my hand, erasing the lines between his brows.
Maddox lowers himself to the ground beside the tub, sitting on the bathmat and leaning over the rim, his fingers just barely skimming the water.
“Jesus Christ, that’s hot. How are you sitting in that and not burning up?” He looks so genuinely worried that I can’t help but smile wider.
“There’s a joke I could make about being from hell in there somewhere, but I’m too relaxed to figure it out.”
He snorts. “Ply you with baths and spankings and your smart mouth disappears. Got it.”
I splash him and his laugh echoes through the bathroom. “Speaking of spankings, you owe me.”
“A spanking?” he asks, but nods. “I don’t remember promising you one, but you’re almost always in need of one of those.”
“No, you asshole. You owe me the scene from earlier.”
“Not sure what you mean, baby. Guess you’re going to have to spell it out.” His grin is starting to piss me off a little bit.
“Fine,” I say, not playing into his game. I stand from the tub, letting the water sluice down my naked body, watching his eyes follow. “I’ll just head home and take care of myself then.”
He tugs me down into his lap, strong hands tight on my wet skin to prevent me slipping even as he pulls me over the tub’s rim. I yelp in surprise. “Maddox, you’re getting all wet!”
“Mhmm,” he says again, nipping at my neck. His hold doesn’t loosen. “You’re not going anywhere, Tex.”
I fight in his hold like I’m not right where I want to be, doing my best to throw his center of gravity off when he stands. He doesn’t even stumble, which is really impressive and attractive for some reason, but I’ll never admit it out loud.
“You’re being a fucking caveman!”
“Getting mixed signals here, baby. You want me to restrain you or you don’t?”
I blow the hair out of my face when he tosses me on the bed like I’m no heavier than a hay bale. His sweatpants are soaked through, doing nothing to hide how hard he is.
He waits for an answer with that same smug grin on his face. Instead of giving him one verbally, I put my hands above my head by the headboard, glaring. He presses his lips together to avoid laughing and grabs the cuffs from the nightstand.
As he lays his body over mine to wrap the cuffs around my wrists, I wrap my lips around his nipple, relishing in the grunt of surprise he gives me. “Behave.”
“Perhaps I need a list of rules so I know what is and isn’t considered behaving, because I thought giving you pleasure was behaving.”
He snorts, pulling back, and I tug on the restraints by habit, testing them. “It would just become a list of your favorite ways to be a brat.”
Maddox’s eyes trail down my body as he speaks. I spread my legs for him and he groans, squeezing his cock through his sweatpants. “One day—,” he starts, but cuts himself off, reaching for the vibrator on the nightstand instead.
“One day?”
“Nevermind. Today’s the only day that matters.”
There’s a somber feeling that hangs over the room, but he doesn’t allow it to settle, turning on the vibrator. Pavlov would be thrilled to know the sound makes my stomach twist and my pussy clench even though it hasn’t made contact yet. Maddox grins like he knows, and it clears the air.
“What’s the play time on this again?” he asks, as though we haven’t already discussed it at length already.
I glare at him, but my stomach is flipping again. “An hour and a half, give or take.”
He hums, climbing on the bed and pushing my legs back until they’re bent at the knees. He settles between them and the implication that I won’t be able to close my legs during this makes me swallow hard.
He presses just the tip of the vibrator against the lips of my pussy, just enough to start a stretch, and then abruptly turns it off and tosses it on the bed beside me. “You know what?” he says over my whine of frustration. “I think I’d rather taste you first.”
The wet tip of the toy next to me taunts me with what could’ve been. He repositions himself, pulling my body down until my arms are taut and tugging my legs up over his shoulders. I lose all loyalty to the vibrator.
His thumbs spread me open for him and he groans. “I could bury my face in your cunt, Tex. Twenty-four-fucking-seven.”
“Then shut up and do it,” I growl.
The stroke of his tongue is teasing—slow and barely pressing against my entrance. He moans at the taste of me and I try to buck my hips against his face to let him know how needy I am.
“Might as well save your impatience for later, brat. As it is, I’m already trying to decide if I’m even going to let you come at all.”
“You fucking better.”
“Okay, baby.” His voice sounds soothing but the wickedness in his smile tells me the words are anything but.
He ducks back down, pinning my clit between his teeth to flick his tongue back and forth over it—going from no stimulation to almost too much. I keen, back arching in surprise. “Fuck, Maddie,” I whimper.
Pushing two fingers inside me and instantly crooking them in just the right place, he alternates between flicking his tongue over my clit and sucking it. He’s become an expert on playing my body in such a short amount of time. I’m almost regretting training him so well when my orgasm hits.
“Maddox,” I pant, clenching my knees around his head afterward, the chain on the cuffs rattling when I pull against their hold in an attempt to push him away.
“You wanted to come, Tex,” he pulls away for a second to remind me, spitting on my pussy.
I shiver with a moan despite my overstimulation. “I did. I’m done.” My thighs clench the sides of his head tighter, trying to force him away from my spasming cunt.
He chuckles, rolling my clit around under his thumb like it’s a fucking joystick. “You’re nowhere near done, Tex. Unless I hear a safe word, we’re going to be here for a while. Maybe next time, you should ask nicely for what you want instead of being a little brat about it.”
My nipples are so tight they hurt. I want to roll them between my fingers so fucking badly. Maddox’s mouth returns to my pussy, his other hand sliding up my stomach. “Please,” I beg, knowing he’s somehow read my mind.
His fingers pinch my nipple around the piercing and I keen, his name becoming a pathetic, whimpery chant on my lips that drives him wild—if the way he’s rutting against the bed is any indication.
“Please, just fuck me.” His fingers feel incredible, but I need more.
He doesn’t even pull away to respond until I’m shaking through a second orgasm. “No more, I’m done. I’m done.”
“You’re not,” he says again, pulling his mouth back. He grants me the mercy of gentling his thrusting fingers, keeping them away from my oversensitive g-spot for a few seconds as I tremble through aftershocks. “One more and I’ll let you have a break.”
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby.” His voice is sweet, gentle. It makes me want to give him another one. To give him as many as he wants. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and roll down my temples as my focus starts to tunnel on him. “Color.”
It’s immediate. Concerned. His fingers are already out of me before I can respond.
“Green,” I promise, voice cracking.
His eyes flick over my face, worried. Whatever he finds must give him faith that I’m being honest, because he’s rubbing my clit under his thumb again a second later—gentler this time. “You’re being such a good girl for me, Austin,” he coos.
I squirm against the sheets. He’s being too sweet with me. The cooing voice, the slow circles of his thumb. I like being manhandled, like being spanked and grabbed and bitten and bruised by my lovers. This is all too… intimate. I should hate it.
I’d told Maddox he was bad at intimacy, but here I was about to cry my way through a third orgasm because he was being too gentle and things felt too intimate.
My body shatters the illusion that I need sex to be rough to be able to come and it takes my mind with it. “Maddie,” I whimper again. I know my squirming must be making it difficult for him, but his eyes never leave mine and his thumb never stops.
“Close again, baby? Just from this?”
The question was clearly rhetorical, but I give him a jerky nod anyway. He pushes two fingers inside of me again, his pace on my clit only faltering for a millisecond, but he kisses my thigh in apology anyway.
Two curls of his fingers is all it takes to send me over the edge again.
I don’t bother arguing this time.
I feel too fuzzy to complain about much of anything at all.