Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Not only do I not want to go, but I also want to jump in that shower with Maddox and get as close to him as I can until he feels better. I want to suds him up and wash down every inch of his body until he feels safe in it again. I want to promise him it’ll be okay because we have each other.
Is that too much?
Slowly, I turn around. Maddox is standing under the spray, staring at me.
His whole body is angled toward me, and I can’t help but notice his glorious nakedness.
This is my first time seeing his dick and KUMQUAT.
It’s not even hard, and it’s big and thick.
A shock of arousal moves through my system.
He does have a tattoo. He has a fancy A right on his waist. His slutty waist right by his Adonis belt. And cheese and crackers if I don’t feel a hit of both arousal and jealousy. I know what the A stands for, and yet, Maddox looks hot with ink. I stand there, conflicted for a second.
Maddox just waits there like he doesn’t even notice the water falling on him. Like all he sees is me.
I take a step toward him, pulled by the connection in my chest.
The room is filling with steam. Maddox steps back in the shower, motioning for me to join him.
Cornnuts! He wants me in there with him. Like he really wants that. Is this real life?
I don’t wait to find out. I strip so fast, my heart racing, and when I look at Maddox again, his dick is hardening. It sends a shock of arousal through me, and it feels like my skin is humming.
I hesitate before I step into the shower. Is he sure? Am I pushing things? Is this just a friendly shower?
Then, Maddox’s soft but demanding voice says, “In, Micah.”
I’m in that shower so fast. The hot water hits me, doing nothing for the heat already coursing through my body. Suddenly, I’m so close to him. Super close, and he doesn’t back away. Desperately, I wish my boner would go away. What if I touch him with it and he doesn’t want it?
”Micah,” Maddox’s voice is tight.
I glance up into the spray, blinking. He’s watching me with a hungry look on his face. I can’t help it; those green eyes look so stunning when they’re filled with something other than fear. And this time it’s a look I can help with.
I glance down. His dick is hard and freaking long, bobbing when I look at it. My mouth waters, and suddenly, all I want is to know what he tastes like.
Glancing back up at Maddox, he swallows. It’s like he wants me to, but he’s holding himself back.
I want nothing more than to put him all the way to the back of my throat. This is the time! He’s giving the signals! I’m not forcing it! And yet, he hasn’t asked for anything yet.
My knees shake. I want to drop to them and show him just how good I can make him feel. Want to prove to him that I’m good. That he should want me.
And yet, I stand there, water splashing onto my face, waiting. I stare at Maddox’s collarbones, watching the water fall from them, and in this moment, I realize that I’ll wait forever for Maddox McAllister.
Maddox’s hand lands on my shoulder, and he presses down. I glance up at him to see that his pupils are blown. He cocks his head when I just stand there. As if he’s asking if I’ll listen to the pressure on my shoulder.
I drop to my knees, blinking the water from my eyes and watching the way his breath hitches. Holy freak, is this happening?
His dick bobs in my face, and I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth.
“Grab me, Micah.” Maddox’s voice is deep, growly. Demanding.
Immediately, I wrap my hand around its length, melting at how hot and firm he is. For me. I stroke down, then back up, feeling the skin pull with my grip, and I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I never want to let go.
Maddox moans, and I feel him bob. That moan hits me like nectar to a hummingbird, lighting up every sense. I stroke him again, this time brushing my thumb along the underside of the head.
That earns me a shuddering breath.
Oh, I’m absolutely never letting go.
I look up, tiny droplets splattering on my face, making my eyes flutter. Maddox moves so he’s blocking most of the spray, looking down at me. He looks at me like he’s entranced. Like I’m the only thing in his world right now.
My own dick is throbbing between my legs.
I open my mouth, watching his eyes widen, before I suck the head of his cock in.
He’s big, and there’s just the slightest taste of salt, which makes me moan.
I start bobbing my head on his shaft, working my piercing down the sensitive underside, and the immediate shudder from Maddox makes my head swim.
I double down my efforts, flattening my tongue and using my hand to stroke the part of his dick I can’t reach.
“Fuck,” Maddox’s curse is tight, and his hand brushes the top of my head. I glance up again to see him watching me as he grips my wet hair, body tense. He’s taking control.
I relax my throat, my head spinning. Maddox McAllister can use me all day long; it would be my greatest honor to be his toy to get him off.
The fingers in my hair massage gently, and I look up to see the man I’ve grown obsessed with giving me a soft look no one has ever given me before. Suddenly, tears are welling in my eyes, and my chest feels warm.
Maddox continues massaging, and I’m caught in this trance of happiness and bliss. I never want to leave.
There’s another burst of salt on my tongue, and I renew my efforts. I pour all of my technique into pulling every bit of pleasure out of Maddox that I can. His thighs flex under me, and he adjusts his stance, thrusting into my mouth. I relax my throat, letting him press back into it.
”Fuuuuck.” His speed picks up. I revel in the lust in his voice. I’m doing that. That’s me. I’m making him feel that way.
I reach down and stroke my own dick, pleasure immediately washing through me so much that I almost lose my focus. I slow down, focusing on breathing through my nose as Maddox takes my mouth. He pounds into me.
“You take me so good,” Maddox moans. “Such an obedient boy for me.”
I throb, overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Micah, I’m going to—“
I feel him hardening, and I stay exactly as I am, letting him pick up his pace till his balls are slapping on my chin. I want him to give me everything. Everything he has and more.
Maddox’s entire body tenses, all his beautiful muscles locking up. And then, confusingly, he starts to pull away, like he’s going to pull out and pull away from me. I grip his thighs and pull him into me. I don’t want him to pull out. I want everything he has. It’s mine.
”Goddamn, Micah.” Maddox presses into my mouth and holds it there. His dick jerks as he comes, pouring cum down my throat, and I feel like I’ve won the lottery. He comes for a long time, and I obediently swallow it down.
Maddox pulls out of my throat, and I pull in a gasp, licking my lips.
He grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me up, and smashing his lips to mine. I suck in a breath and kiss him back.
Then he reaches down, brushing my hard dick. I gasp as he wraps his hand around it. Wait, Maddox is touching me?
More than touching me, he’s jerking me off.
I stand on my tiptoes, the pleasure already overwhelming. Maddox is touching me because he wants to. Because he’s choosing to.
I’m trembling, already on the edge. I probably could have come just from giving him the blowjob.
“Maddox.” I close my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Scratch keeping him in my hand, we need to keep each other in our hands. Forever.
“Come for me.”
My body follows his command without thought.
I come, spurting hot ropes of cum for what feels like forever, the pleasure gripping me hostage for so long.
Finally, when the throbs slow down, both of us sag into each other, the hot water raining down on our bodies.
It feels good. Right, even. More right than anything has ever been.
I think I must be loopy ‘cause a thought enters my mind, and then, because the path between my mind and my mouth is short, I say, “We’re M&Ms.”
There’s a pause before Maddox asks, “What?”
“M&Ms!” I say, smiling into his shoulder. “Both our names start with M, and we’re sweet treats. I mean, you’re sweet. The best I’ve ever tasted.”
Maddox lets out a breath that could be a huff or a laugh. Either way, I’ll take it. He’s my M&M, and I want to taste him forever.