Chapter 64
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
“Houston, we have a problem.” I stare at the bed, hands on my hips.
“Huh?” Maddox’s voice is muffled from inside the box he’s in.
I frown. Once we toured the house, we went to my storage unit and have been unpacking like chickens with our heads cut off, making this place feel like home. Our home.
Only, the bed doesn’t look right. I had a spare blue comforter that I threw on the bed after I threw away the one that witnessed the death–alleged death, as Dakota would say–but this one makes me want to rip it off and throw it in the garbage.
It screams middle school comforter not two-grown-men-making-a-home-together-while-also-madly-in-love-also-we-definitely-make-love-in-this-bed. Or at least, I hope we will!
”What’s the problem?” Maddox appears beside me, wiping sweat off his upper lip. For a second, I’m transfixed looking at him. Fudge, he’s glistening with sweat, standing beside me, his veins popping from the work, and holy schnikey, I want him to jump my bones right now.
He smirks, catching me watching him. He’s loosened up a lot, even since getting in the house. I can see it in the relaxed set of his shoulders, and the smiles that look less guarded.
I shake my head. “The bed. It looks too…I don’t know, cheerful?” There’s just something off.
Maddox arches an eyebrow.
As I say it, I realize how stupid it sounds. I really need to work on the head-to-mouth filter, and suddenly it hits me–I miss the ugly hotel duvet he took my ass on.
My face flames.
“What?” Maddox doesn’t miss my mood shift, and now he’s fully facing me.
“Nothing,” I squeak. Although maybe he won’t notice if I go back and steal the duvet? He definitely won’t, right?
“Bullshit.” Maddox is right in front of me, examining my eyes like they hold the secret to how many licks it takes to get to the center of a lollipop. “What don’t you want to tell me?”
Because telling him would be admitting to the most disgusting love-sick stupidity ever, and Maddox doesn’t do disgusting love-sick stuff. “I uh…I thought I had more pillows,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “Must have been wrong.”
“Bullshit again.” Maddox grabs my chin, angling it up to his face. I avoid his eyes, looking at his lips. His soft lips. His kissable lips. The lips I want to bite.
My mouth starts watering.
Oh no! Eyes are a better option.
I glance up, and Maddox’s green eyes scan mine. For a second, I see just a hint of that old fear, and my stomach twists. Holy freak, he thinks it’s something bad.
“Iwanttostealthehotelduvet.” All my words rush out in a tumble, and I hold my breath, staring at him. His gaze darts between mine quickly, then he blinks.
“Sorry, once a life of crime, always a life of crime.” Fudge, his hand is so warm on my chin, and I wish he’d pull me in closer.
“Why?” Maddox asks slowly, not releasing me.
Ah, there’s the burning again, and there’s no hiding it this time; he probably sees and feels it. “I ahhh…it feels like home?”
“Is that a question you’re asking me or your final answer?” His fingers tighten just slightly.
The burning is so intense I may as well embarrass myself for life, and I close my eyes and blurt, “We had sex on it for the first time.”
For a second, there’s a pause, and in that pause, I squeeze my eyes shut. I wait and wait for him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Why isn’t he laughing? Oh crap, is it worse? Is he mad?
I peek my eyes open, and instead of anger, I see softness in his eyes. He looks between my eyes, down to my lips, then back up at my eyes. All the fear is gone, and his mouth tilts up in a smirk. “That’s the problem, huh?”
“I uh…yeah?” He’s okay with this? I know I’m being disgusting, and sappy crap isn’t for everyone.
Maddox releases me. “Get on the bed.”
I stare at him for a second. He just raises an eyebrow. “If that’s the problem, I have a solution. Now, are you going to obey?”
I’m on that bed at the speed of light. Call me Bolt with how fast I’m moving.
I turn to face him, and Maddox is on top of me, pressing me back into the bed and kissing me.
His lips are warm and soft, and his weight pins me to the bed.
I part my lips on a groan, pleasure tingling up my body like fireworks.
We kiss until I’m out of breath, and for a slight second, I pull back to suck in air.
Maddox follows me, pressing his face to mine and kissing me like he can’t get enough.
“You,” kiss, “are,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a,” kiss, “dirty,” kiss, “boy.” The words are mashed around our lips. He says it like it’s the highest praise, and my dick is already hard, pulsing with the need for his hands and mouth all over it.
Suddenly, Maddox gets up, and I feel his loss like a lack of oxygen. I sit straight up.
“What are you doing?”
He comes back with a black zip-up container, and not just any. The one we bought at the sex shop. And for a second, my heart stops beating, and then it explodes in a flutter. He wants to try it!! Holy freak, he wants to try it with me!! I’m all freaking in. I want Maddox to own every hole I have.
“We had a first on that other bed,” Maddox says. “Do you want a first on this one, too?”
I nod vigorously. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Good. Now take your pants off.” He glances at me. “Please.”
But before he’s done talking, I’m already pulling them down. My dick springs out, already hard.
Maddox grabs a thing of lube, squirts it into his hand, then grabs my dick. The cool lube makes me hiss, and Maddox gives a small smirk. I’m about to respond to it when he starts stroking up and down my dick, gliding his thumb along the bottom of my shaft.
Maddox’s touch sends shivers up my body, and I arch my back. As Maddox strokes, he twists his fingers over the head of my dick, then pumps back down, working me just how he wants me. I’m already hard and throbbing, and my breath is coming in pants.
“You tell me the second you want me to stop,” Maddox says, looking up at me with serious eyes. But all I notice is the huge man on his knees giving me pleasure. For a second, it throws me. That’s usually my job; I should be doing that for him.
I glance down at his groin, where I see the imprint of his dick, hard and throbbing in his pants.
“Micah? Answer me. You tell me the second you want me to stop.” His voice is commanding but also calming, and it sends a thrill through me. I’m safe with Maddox.
“I will.”
“It might hurt,” Maddox says, continuing to stroke. “I’ll use the smallest size.”
“Hurt me so good,” I gasp.
That must be the right response because Maddox groans.
He pulls out a ridged silver rod and coats it with lube.
For a second, I tense. It’s big, and I’ve never had anything up my urethra, but then Maddox looks at me with pupils that are blown so wide they’re almost black, and my dick throbs. He loves this.
“Talk to me, Micah.” The cold tip of the metal touches the hot tip of my dick, and he circles it.
I gasp. “Talk?”
“Tell me what you feel.” He continues to circle round and round while his other hand pumps the bottom of my shaft.
“Good, I feel good.”
“More, Micah.”
I let out a shuddering breath. “I feel your hand on me and the metal on my head. It’s…warming up.”
“Good boy.” The tickling circles slow as he moves the tip to my opening. I suck in a breath.
“Talk,” he demands.
“It’s pressing against me,” I gasp.
“And how does it feel?” His big hand continues to stroke, keeping me hard although I’m not on the edge. But I’m also not hurting either.
“Okay,” I say. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good boy.” His hand pumps all the way up my dick, rounding the tip as much as it can without moving the rod and sending a shiver through my entire body. I groan, throbbing. As I do, there’s more pressure on the tip of my dick, then a slight bite of pain as the tip of it disappears into me.
For a second, I hold my breath. Maddox continues stroking. “Talk to me.”
“It’s okay,” I say, and it is. The pain is more of an odd sense of discomfort or even the need to pee mixed with arousal.
Then Maddox strokes so his thumb is coming up the bottom of my dick and rubbing against the sensitive underside. I groan, jerking into him, and he presses the rod in farther.
“I love the sounds you make,” Maddox breathes. “Keep making them.”
The flush on his cheeks is everything. I groan again, pumping into his hand.
“Oh, you like this?” He presses the rod deeper. I feel full, a bit in pain, and a lot in pleasure.
“You like me owning your hole like this?”
I nod vigorously.
“Words, Micah.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I do.”
“Good fucking boy.” Maddox strokes me, and as he does, the rod presses out with every pulse of pleasure I have. He chuckles, holding a thumb to the end of it. “Don’t press me out of you. Be a good boy and hold me.”
I groan, throwing my head back. I’d never push Maddox away. Ever. He can do whatever he wants to me. I try hard to obey, freezing every muscle.
“Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Maddox lets go of me with one hand, pulling himself out and beating himself off. The sight of his dick in his hand makes my own dick pulse, and I feel the resistance of the rod that he’s keeping inside of me.
“Fuuuck,” he groans. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
My arms tremble from trying to hold myself up so I can see what he’s doing. The pleasure feels so built up in my body, hovering right there, ready to explode.
“Please, Mads,” I beg.
“Already want to come?” He abandons his own dick, grabbing mine and stroking it.
“No—yes?” I groan. I don’t want this pleasure to end, but all I can think about is the throbbing in my balls.
“Be a good boy and come in my hands.”
Maddox strokes me at a steady pace, racing his fingers along the sensitive underside and head. The pressure is already so much that I tremble.
Then, he rips his hand away from holding the rod in and drops the hand down to my ass, pressing against my asshole and flicking his fingers.
The explosion of pleasure fills me. The pressure goes from my balls, up the shaft of my dick, and in a grip of ecstasy, I come. Pleasure shoots through me and presses the rod out of my dick. Cum shoots out of me and onto Maddox’s arms and hands. I groan, caught in the white-hot pleasure of it all.
“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot.” Maddox catches my cum and reaches down to his dick, stroking it vigorously. Then, he explodes. Warm cum shoots onto my ass and starts an entirely new wave of tingles along my skin.
We collapse together, Maddox wrapping me in his arms, stroking my skin. “Are you okay, baby?”
Okay? I pant. I’m more than okay. I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Micah?”
“I think blue is my new favorite color.”
He chuckles. “No more life of crime?”
“I’m reformed.” I turn to plant a kiss on his lips, seeing those beautiful dimples. “You’ve saved me.”