40. Riley
Maddoc doesn’t just kissme back. He wraps his arms around me with a low groan, gathers me close, and takes charge in a way I don’t even realize I crave until he does it. The heat of his bare skin burns right through my shirt, and when he slides his hands down to my ass and lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist without a second thought, trusting him to hold me.
“I want you naked,” he murmurs, turning into his room and kicking the door shut behind us. His hands tighten on my ass, and the deep tone of his voice goes straight between my legs, flooding my pussy with wet heat.
“You’ll have to put me down.”
Maddoc’s lips quirk up on one corner. “Will I?”
I shiver as he transfers my weight to just one hand, showcasing his strength as he slides his other hand up under my shirt, pushing it higher.
I loosen my grip on his neck and help him pull it off over my head, the smooth heat of his chest against my pebbled nipples making me gasp.
“Better,” he says, slowly letting my legs slide back down to the floor.
“Better,” I echo as he touches my chin, tipping my head back so he can kiss me again. I press myself against him and moan into it when he runs his hands down my arms and wraps them around my wrists, pulling them behind my back so I’m forced to arch into him.
I already know Maddoc has a thing for being in control. What I didn’t know until right now was how good it feels to give it to him freely. How safe it makes me feel… and how fucking hot it is.
“Riley,” he murmurs, trailing hot kisses from my mouth down my throat. “I said naked, and you’re not there yet.”
“That’s a problem. Why don’t you fix it for me? You seem to enjoy doing that. Fixing things for me, I mean.”
I smirk, an instinctive reaction to hide the vulnerability I feel right now, but I can see by the deep look he gives me that he sees right through it and hears what I’m really saying: thank you.
“I do enjoy it,” he agrees, walking me backward until the edge of his bed hits the backs of my thighs. His eyes burn into me, through me, and I’m not just aroused. I feel things for this man that I don’t even have words for. “Your problems are my problems now.”
My breath hitches. No one has ever said something like that to me, but I don’t call bullshit. Maddoc doesn’t just mean it. He backs it up by doing things to prove it.
“Then finish undressing me,” I say, the words coming out embarrassingly breathless.
Maddoc smiles—a slow, sensual promise that makes me want to lick my way right past it. Suck on his tongue and swallow his breath and beg him to get on with it already.
I don’t have to, though. His cock, a thick ridge behind his pants, digs into the soft skin of my stomach as he presses closer. “I can do that.”
He releases my wrists to stroke my sides, his fingers lingering on the fading line of divots where Logan removed the stitches he’d put in. Then Maddoc dips under my waistband, the rough drag of his calloused fingers sending a fresh wave of heat rolling through me.
But it’s not that that makes me shiver. It’s the care he’s taking. It turns every little movement into something entirely new between us.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” I whisper, since he still hasn’t gotten me naked yet.
“I never tease,” he corrects me, finally opening my pants and sliding them down my hips. “Not when it comes to you.”
He leaves my pants just low enough to expose the blue thong I’m wearing, then cups the back of my head with one hand while pushing the other between my legs to palm my pussy over the silken material.
I grind against his fingers, spreading my legs as wide as I can while he’s still got them trapped this way.
He kisses me again as he works his hand over the wet silk of my thong. And then, finally, under it.
I gasp into his mouth, and he groans, those thick fingers of his thrusting into me until I’m panting, shamelessly clinging to him until it’s too much and not enough.
I drop my head back, ripping my mouth away from his.
Maddoc doesn’t stop, just sucks his way down my throat.
“You need to be naked too,” I tell him, already close.
“You first,” he mutters against my throat. “Get on the bed.”
He doesn’t wait for me to do it on my own, lowering me down onto the mattress and then settling on top of me to keep me there.
“We’re not naked yet,” I murmur as his hands roam over me, his thick cock grinding against my thigh.
I thread my fingers through his dark brown hair and pull him down for another kiss, arching up to rub my breasts against his chest while he takes me apart breath by breath. By the time he finally moves his mouth lower, my whole body is tingling with an electric energy that makes it impossible to stay still.
But I have to, because Maddoc holds me in place. He sucks and bites his way down to my nipples and then stays there, abusing them to the point that I’m practically in flames, gasping out his name as he brings me right to that perfect edge between pleasure and pain and holds me there.
I dig my fingers into his scalp. “More.”
He chuckles, a dark, hungry sound that vibrates all the way through me, but instead of giving me what I want, he abruptly moves away.
Then I realize he is giving me what I want.
He gets to his feet, standing between mine at the foot of the bed, and lifts each of my legs, one at a time, to remove my shoes. Then he slides my pants the rest of the way off, holding my eyes and rubbing his fingers over the thin triangle of blue silk he’s left me wearing.
“You look good like this,” he says, his eyes hooded and filled with heat.
I arch and spread my legs a little for him. “In blue?”
“In my bed.”
He drags his gaze down my body, pushing my thighs apart so I’m even more fully exposed to him and then lifting one of my hands.
He sucks my fingers into his mouth, his gray eyes locked onto mine, and fierce ripples of pleasure shoot through me. When he slides my fingers free, he pushes my hand under the little triangle of silk covering my pussy.
“I want you wet.”
“I am.”
“Do better.”
I shudder as his gaze burns into me. He doesn’t look away as he steps back and starts to strip his own clothes off, and the intensity of his attention is doing it for me as much as anything else.
I rub my clit for him anyway. Lightly at first, then harder when his eyes flare with hot pleasure. Faster.
I’m used to men watching me, but this feels different. This is different. It fills me up with feelings I can’t put into words—or maybe just don’t have the courage to yet—but my body is a different story. It shows Maddoc everything… and it gets me another one of those slow, filthy smiles of his.
I shudder even harder, a wave of pleasured heat ripping through me, and press my fingers against my clit as my breath starts to come a little faster.
“Good?” I pant.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Maddoc says, his eyes flaring with desire. “But you can do better than that.”
“You can do better than this.”
That gets me a dark laugh that does delicious things inside me, along with another promise. “I will.”
He shucks off the last of his clothes, all hard muscle and burning intensity and a cock that juts toward me and makes my mouth water. And then he’s suddenly right there. Closing the space between us and flipping me onto my stomach without any warning.
I gasp, my fingers dragging across the bedspread as he hauls me backward by the hips. “Fuck.”
He chuckles again, the sound filled with heat. “That too.”
“You’d better.”
He gets my knees right on the edge of the bed with my ass in the air, and then those big hands of his are spreading me open, pulling my legs wider apart, answering me with the only kind of promise I need.
He plants a hand in the middle of my back and pushes my chest back down to the mattress, then peels off my thong.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, heat rocketing through me as he buries his fingers inside me, thrusting deep.
“You did good,” he says, his voice rasping, “Got yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Do something about it.”
I mean for it to come out demanding, but instead I sound like I’m begging.
I am begging.
Maddoc rests his free hand on my lower back—a claim and a command— and leans over me, his fingers still driving me crazy as they fill me, over and over, the way I need his cock to.
“I’ll do whatever you need, baby.” His voice is a husky whisper, and the burning heat of his shaft nudges the back of my thighs. “I want you. Want to take you bare. Fill you up. Feel your heat sucking my cock in.”
I moan, remembering the feel of his cum dripping out of me.
That was an accident, but this—
“Tell me you want it like that,” he demands, fingering me faster. “Tell me to do it.”
“Yes.”
Maddoc groans, long and low, his cock throbbing against my backside. Then he pulls his fingers out of me so fast I’m left gasping.
“Your cock,” I beg, expecting him to impale me. Needing him to.
Instead he turns me back over, pulling my legs up over his shoulders, slow and deliberate. He turns his head and kisses my calf. Then the other. Then he pins me in place with a gaze that’s one part dominance and the rest masculine heat, and takes himself in hand.
“Look at me,” he says, guiding his cock toward my pussy. He rubs it through my wet folds, circling my clit with his thick cockhead until I’m shaking.
“Maddoc.”
“Touch your breasts.”
I do it, cupping them, brushing my fingers over nipples still overly sensitive from the attention he paid them.
Then I pinch them, and he thrusts inside me, bottoming out so fast that I’m overwhelmed by the dual sensations, and break the fuck apart.
“Oh fuck, Maddoc, Jesus,” I pant, the orgasm slamming through me as he stays where he is and grinds against me, his cock buried so deep that my body, clenching around it with the waves of pleasure, feels utterly owned.
“You’re fucking beautiful, butterfly,” he says with a low intensity that drags my orgasm out with another fierce wave of pleasure.
Maddoc rests one hand on top of my pussy like he’s staking a claim, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he holds himself still above me. Then, as soon as my orgasm starts to mellow down into a languid warmth, he… moves.
“Watch me, baby,” he says, pulling back and then sliding home again. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me take you apart.”
My breath hitches, my skin flushed with heat as he does just what he promised.
He fucks me with a slow, deep intensity that starts a deeper kind of heat coiling inside me, a delicious tension that pulls me tighter and tighter, a pleasure that’s drawn out until it feels like it’s going to utterly consume me.
“That’s it, let me hear it,” he demands, his eyes boring into me, pinning me down as his cock impales me, over and over, and I can’t do anything but exactly what he wants me to.
I’m panting, moaning for him, arching off the bed as he moves my body where he wants it and fucks me a little faster. Harder. Each thrust a homing missile for the spot inside me that makes me want to beg; each one more powerful than the last, until every single one of them sends the headboard banging against the wall behind me and white hot pleasure shooting through my core.
“Good girl. Come on now,” Maddoc demands as he slams into me again. “Break for me. Let me feel it. Come on my cock. Break.”
My body obeys, breaking apart all over again just because he asked me to. Because he told me to. Because I fucking trust him enough to let go and let my instincts take me over, despite everything that’s gone down between us… but also because of it.
Because he’s earned my trust.
My nails dig into Maddoc’s shoulders and my spine arches, and pleasure rips through me like a tsunami.
“Maddoc.”
He fucks me all the way through it and then puts one knee on the bed, and then the other, without ever pulling out of me. My body feels like it’s floating in the afterglow, but the thick, rigid length he’s still got buried inside me has a greedy hunger sparking back to life even as my bones try to liquify.
Maddoc stretches out on top of me, hitching one of my legs over his hip and smoothing my hair back from my forehead with his other hand. His weight pins me down and lights me up, both at the same time.
“One more,” he demands as his hips rock into me with a slow, rhythmic roll, his eyes burning into mine.
I don’t tell him I can’t—even though my body feels like soft, warm taffy—and he doesn’t tell me to do it again; he just makes me. Shifts his hips and finds my g-spot and drives that steel shaft of a cock against it while he stares into my eyes, over and over and over, until I can’t do anything but give him one more.
“Oh god, Maddoc,” I gasp, a deep tremble starting in my core and threatening to shake me apart from the inside out.
“Fuck, that’s it, butterfly,” he grits out as it sweeps through me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock like this.”
“You make me feel so fucking good,” I admit as my sated body goes lax underneath him.
I cup his jaw as feelings that go way beyond the sex well up inside me and when Maddoc locks eyes with me, something passes between us that has my pussy clenching around him again.
He shudders, his face contorting as a raw, guttural groan escapes, and then he follows me. Fucking into me hard and fast until he finally buries his face against my shoulder and comes inside me with a hoarse shout that sounds a lot like my name.
I can feel his hot cum pumping inside me, his hips jerking against me in short, aborted thrusts as he pants against my sweat-slicked skin and then finally settles. His weight pins me to the mattress, locking me down with a sense of deep, primal safety that makes me feel more secure—more satisfied and cared for—than I can ever remember being before.
I float in it. For once, everyone I care for is under one roof, protected and safe, and it’s… fuck. It’s everything.
Eventually, Maddoc gets up, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and pads off to the bathroom. I don’t move and he doesn’t ask me to, and when he comes back, he brings a warm, damp washcloth to clean me up.
He makes quick work of it, then crawls under the blankets and pulls me into his arms. It’s not until his heart is beating, slowly and steadily, under my cheeks, his hand settled on my hip as he holds me against him, that I realize it didn’t even occur to me to go back to my own room. I’m exactly where I want to be.
It’s my last thought as sleep takes me.