Chapter 17
MADDIE
Ijiggled my knees excitedly as Matt drove us back to my dorm. Dinner had been awesome, and spending time with him made my heart do that little fluttering thing inside my chest.
He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it, sending a warm, giddy sensation through my whole body.
Anticipation had me bouncing in the passenger seat while Matt tried to find a parking spot. We ended up having to use one of the garages. After getting out of the car, he slipped his hand into mine, and we walked toward my dorm.
I swung our hands back and forth, and Matt pretended he wasn’t smiling about it. I eyed the backpack he had swung over one of his shoulders. “Are you going to stay over tonight?”
“Maybe…” he said slyly.
“Maybe?”
“If you’re a good girl.”
I gulped at that phrase, and he knew it. I wanted to be a good girl for him. While he was gone, I had to placate my horniness with toys and the memories of us together. I’d never admit that to him, but now I was desperate to be skin-to-skin with him again.
“Do you want to be a good girl tonight?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Y-yes…” I whispered.
We walked up to my building, and I scanned my ID to get inside. He held the door open for me, like the gentleman he was, and we walked inside. On the elevator, he rubbed his thumb against the back of my palm, and I felt heat course through me. If I didn’t get this man into my bed soon, I was going to explode.
I nearly leapt out of the elevator when we got to my floor. I rushed us down to my door, and by the time I slammed my bedroom door shut, I was on him. He hiked me up against him, letting me wrap my legs and arms around him as I deepened the kiss.
I leaned my head back to let him take my neck while his hands slid up the bottom of my dress. “Maddie,” he moaned.
“Mmm,” I moaned back. “Please, bed now.”
He carried me over to the bed and set me down gently. I grabbed for his sweater, but he pushed my hand away. “Wait.”
“Mattttt,” I whined.
He grinned despite how bratty I was being. “We need to talk first.”
“About what?”
“I got you something.”
“You got me a present?”
He nodded. “But we don’t have to use it if you decide you don’t want to.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. What sort of present did he get me that made him say that?
He walked over to the door where he had dropped his bag and pulled out a package. He came over to the bed and sat down beside me. He handed me the package. “Open it.”
I tore the cardboard box away, and my mouth dropped open at what was inside. I trailed a manicured finger across the leather-bound handcuffs. Excitement coursed through me that he wanted to explore my fantasies.
“We don’t have to use them if you don’t want to, but I figured we could try cuffing your hands above your head. These are velcro, so if you’re uncomfortable, you can get yourself out.” He took the package out of my hands and pulled out two pieces of thick cloth that had a hook on the end. “I bought the straps too. We can use them later if you want to be tied to the bed.”
“Matt…” I breathed.
He set the restraints on the bed and cupped my face. “Sweet pea, we don’t need to use any of this if you don’t want to. But you said you wanted to test out your fantasies, and I’ll do what you want. So let’s talk about safe words and hard limits.”
My words were a tangled web in my throat. “I...wow. Matt, Um.”
He looked into my eyes. “We can set this aside for another time.”
“I want to use them.”
His eyebrows rose high, and I felt embarrassment heat my face. “You sure, sweet pea?”
I nodded.
“Safe word?”
I chewed my lip. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Do we need one?”
He nodded. “This is all about safety and consent. Pick a safe word, any word, you say it, and we stop.”
“Muffin,” I said.
“Muffin?” he asked with a laugh.
I shrugged. “I don’t know! It was the first thing I thought of. You need one, too.”
“Cupcake.”
I laughed. “Okay, so hard limits…You can slap my ass, but I don’t think I want to be whipped or have anything but a hand used on me. I want to be restrained, but I don’t think I want anything further than that. Like we don’t need to be doing a ‘scene’ or anything like that.”
“Okay, I can work with that.”
“What about you?”
He shrugged. “Whatever you want, I’m game.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything yet.”
“For being so cool about this and wanting to experiment with me. You did research…” I trailed off as a realization dawned on me. “Oh my God! You took one of my books.”
A sly smile crossed his face. “Guilty.”
“Ass! You could have asked.”
“Next time. What say we get you out of these clothes, huh?”
“Yes, please!”
He leaned down and took my mouth. He didn’t just kiss me; he took control of my mouth, branding me with his lips. And I let him because it was what I wanted most. I slid my hand down his sweater as we kissed, feeling the tight muscles of his chest. His hands roamed down my sides until he slid one up my dress.
He pulled back when he came across my bare flesh. “Maddie,” he hissed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pushed his sweater over his head.
“I thought you were a good girl?” he asked.
“I am. I’m your good girl.”
“Good girls don’t forget their panties.”
The protest died on my lips when he pumped two thick fingers inside my pussy and stroked. Oh God, he was so good at that. His fingers were like magic, and I wanted more and more.
I tried to undo the button-down he wore underneath his sweater, but he slapped my hands away. Instead, he held them down on my bed with his free hand while he continued to stroke me toward an orgasm.
“Matt,” I whined, but I arched my hips up to meet the movements of his fingers. His long digits slid in and out, the wet, slick sounds echoing in the room.
“Come for me,” he purred.
I felt the pressure building up inside. I was burning up, and I needed that release. I’d been fingered a lot in my quest to get someone to take my virginity, but Matt seemed to have memorized the song of my body. He knew what strokes to press until I moaned his name and rocked against his hand.
“Good girl. Now strip for me,” he ordered after taking his fingers out. I moaned as I watched him put them in his mouth and taste me. So hot.
I got off the bed and slid the slinky black dress off. I let the material fall to the floor and then took off my bra. Matt undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off, all the while staring at my naked form.
He shed his jeans, shoving his boxers down his legs in a swift motion. I reached out to stroke his cock, smirking at him being hard and ready for me. I slid down onto my knees before he could stop me. I licked him from root to tip and slid my lips down his cock. The sound of his groan and the pull on my scalp told me he liked it. I stroked with my hand, sliding him in and out, loving the sounds that came out of his mouth.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he fisted my hair.
I moaned around his cock, taking him further down my throat.
“Maddie,” he whispered.
I looked up at him and pulled off for a second. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Get that sweet ass in the bed. I’m only coming in your pussy tonight.”
I gulped at the commanding tone of his voice, but I loved it. I got into the bed, and before I knew it, he was on me again, boxing my head in between his arms as we kissed. He ground his hips against me, tormenting me with the feeling of his hardened cock against my thigh.
He put my hands above my head, pressing me down on the mattress, and took my mouth again. I moaned into it and struggled against his grasp. That was the fun of it, struggling and knowing I couldn’t get out. My body buzzed with the prospect that he was going to put handcuffs on me to keep me in line. I loved that he did so much research and sat me down to talk about limits. I never thought he’d be game for what I desired.
I whined when he pulled away, but excitement spread through me when he held the cuffs up for me to see. “Okay?”
I gave him a silent nod and raised my hands above my head, palms up. He undid the velcro of one cuff, slid it around one of my wrists, and then repeated the action with the other one. There was a chain that linked the cuffs, binding my hands close together. We could unhook the chain and add the straps if I wanted him to tie me to the bed, but I wanted to try this first. He was right that we should warm up to it before testing out my limits further.
He got out of bed and reached down into my storage drawer for the condoms. He took one out, opened the package quickly, and put it on. He hopped back into bed, kneeing my legs apart.
I lifted my hips up, desperate to get him inside me, and struggled against the cuffs. Instead of giving me what I wanted, Matt kissed his way down my body. He made a tortuous path of kisses from down my jaw to the side of my neck until he pulled one of my breasts into his mouth. I moaned and arched up, using my strong core muscles to get what I wanted, but he pressed me back down against the bed and continued his descent down my body.
“Matt, please,” I moaned.
He gave me a naughty grin from between my legs, and then he parted me with his tongue. The sensation of being pleasured when I couldn’t touch him sent a thrill through me. I wasn’t sure I would like this, but I loved being in his control, letting him set the rules, as I lay helpless beneath him. My orgasm ripped through my body, and before I could recover, he lifted and found my entrance, sliding all the way inside.
I clenched my hands into fists as the pleasure coursed through me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him take all of me. He drove deeper, finding that perfect spot that sent sparks down my spine.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear. “That’s my good girl. Come for me.”
“Mmm,” I moaned in agreement. I would have done anything he asked at this point.
He slid inside me faster and faster, taking me deeper and rougher as my vision blurred, and I came in a fury of screams. He silenced me with his mouth, but I felt his own release pulse inside me seconds later.
I opened my eyes and found him staring back at me. They were soft and concerned while he cupped my face. “Okay, sweet pea?”
“So good…” I slurred, slumping my head back against my pillow.
“Yeah?” he asked. He pulled out of me and threw the used condom in the trash can underneath my bed.
Words failed me, and I could only dip my head down into a solemn nod.
Matt undid the cuffs above my head and pressed a kiss to the back of one wrist and then the other. “What do you need for aftercare? I forgot to ask you.”
I beamed. He was so sweet. He wanted to try out my fantasies in the bedroom, and he knew about aftercare. It was clear he had done more research than just swiping that book off my desk. Books were great for inspiration and introducing you to kink, but they weren’t a blueprint. The little effort to make me comfortable had my heart singing.
“I want cuddles and a movie,” I told him.
He grinned. “Anything with The Rock?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed. My love of The Rock knew no bounds. Seriously, I would watch him read the phone book. “But what do you need? That was intense.”
His eyebrow shot up, alarm setting in across his face. “Intense?”
“In a good way. Thanks for trying that with me. We never talked about your fantasies, just mine.”
He cupped my face and gave me a quick kiss. “My fantasy’s making you come.”
I beamed again and wrapped my arms around him as I kissed him. My heart was doing cartwheels. I was already in deep with this kind, gentlemanly hockey player.
I pulled away and got up to change into a pair of pajamas. He hopped off the bed and searched through his bag, pulling out the book he stole and handing it back to me.
“Ask next time!” I said with a grin and put it back on my desk.
“Oh, I bought the rest of the series on my e-reader. They’re fantastic.”
I beamed. “I’ve converted you.”
He gave me a sheepish grin and then pulled out a pair of pajama pants to change into. “I’m all yours for the night. But I need to get up early for morning skate.”
My heart did a happy dance. I missed him so much, and I was glad he was staying over to spend more time with me. “Are you sure? My bed’s so small.”
“It’s not like we can chill in my room.”
I frowned. We definitely couldn’t do that.
“I don’t mind,” he reassured me. “I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”
I felt so happy I could burst, and because I had no shame, I did a little dance in place, which made him laugh. I loved the way he smiled at my excitement, like I wasn’t a complete weirdo.
After hitting up the bathroom, we crawled into my bed with him behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled the covers over us. I turned on my TV and put on one of my favorite action movies.
“Hey, do you have plans for Halloween next weekend?” I asked.
“I’m in New York for a game.”
“Oh. Right. I forgot.”
“Why?”
“The girls on my team are having a party. I wanted you to come.”
“Sorry. But you should go have fun.”
I would have loved him to go with me, but I understood. He was so busy with hockey, he couldn’t help that he was away a lot. I never realized how hard it was when the boys were away. Now I understood why Dinah worked a lot when my brother was gone.
He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my temple. “I’m excited you’re coming to my game tomorrow.”
“I can’t wait. I haven’t been to one this season yet.”
“Guess I gotta play well, huh?”
“Mmmhmm. Score a goal for me.”
He laughed. “Just for you, sweet pea.”
I grinned and snuggled down into him as we watched the movie together. I tried not to let the guilt of sneaking around behind my brother get to me as I enjoyed the feeling of being in Matt’s arms. Future Maddie could deal with that later.