Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
You’re Mine
Cedrick
Iwas losing my mind without Madison.
I waited for him, my eyes locked on the screen of my phone for him to show up in his room. But he never did.
He never fuckin’ did.
And that’s when I knew something wasn’t right.
So, I got my ass to Grosse Pointe, only to find my boy in bed with another man—and I lost my fucking mind.
Turns out, it wasn’t what I thought at first—which, granted, what I thought at first was pretty bad—but I still don’t feel great about it.
I don’t like Kane.
And I tell Madison as much.
“I know… and I get why. But he’s my friend. He’s helped me so much.”
I just grunt, irritated. I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to kiss, lick, suck, and fuck my little treat until neither one of us can breathe, but he won’t let me until we clear the air, or whatever the hell that means.
I want to roll my eyes and groan.
But I’m trying—for him.
“Mhm,” I murmur as I watch the way his pulse throbs in his throat, steady and thick. I want to bite it.
“Cedrick.”
“Mmm.” What would happen if I were to puncture his skin there? Not deep, but just for a little taste of his blood…
“You’re not even listening to me!” he accuses, slapping my arm, and I startle.
“Nope. I wasn’t,” I admit, eyes still trained on his neck.
He flushes, and the rush of blood only makes my dick harder.
“You’re making this conversation very hard.”
I look him up and down, cocking my head. “Am I?”
He blooms the prettiest pink. “Oh… no! Not like that!”
I arch a brow before looking down at his tented crotch. “You sure about that?”
He shoves his hands in his lap and bites his bottom lip. “Anyway… we’re supposed to be talking.”
“I’m done talkin’, darlin’. I wanna fuck.” I reach for him, and he lets me grab him and pull him against me.
“Shit,” he hisses as I drag my tongue up the front of his throat, over the ridges of his Adam’s apple.
“Mmm, isn’t this so much better?” I tease him with small nips.
“Yessss,” he hisses, arching against me. But the moment I reach down to grab his thighs, he pulls back. “No, no. Wait.”
“Okay.” I pull back with a breath, separating us.
“I really want to talk first, Cedrick. Please.”
And I’ve never been able to deny my treat a damn thing.
“Fine,” I concede. “But then, I fuck you,” I agree.
He flushes hotly. “If you still want to after…”
“Darlin’… you’re the crazy one if you think anything you say could ever change my mind.”
At that, Madison bursts into tears.
“Ah, shit, I’m sorry, darlin’.” I reach for him and pull him back into my arms. He buries his face into my neck, soaking my shirt with his tears as he sobs, his body releasing all the stress and tension of the last couple of days.
And that’s exactly what he needs—that release—in more ways than one.
I press a kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. “You better never fuckin’ leave me again.” I voice my own vulnerability for the first time, needing him to know how badly it hurt to watch him walk away.
I can understand why he did, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
“I know you’ve got shit to work on and work through, but you do it with me.
Just like I’ll do it with you. Because I understand you, darlin’, better than most. And I want the chance to really understand this, too.
” I drag my fingers through his long, tangled strands, enjoying the way they entwine with my fingers.
Madison gulps. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me or why I’m feeling this way. Or…” he trails off for a minute before continuing. “I do. But I don’t understand why it’s still affecting me.”
“Trauma doesn’t just go away, darlin’. It’s somethin’ you’ll have forever. Trust me, that’s somethin’ I do understand.” When he doesn’t respond, I reach down and pull his chin toward me, to force him to look me in the eye.
“You want me, yes?” I swallow, hoping I’m not wrong. Needing to not be wrong. “You want this?”
Madison nods, bottom lip trembling.
“Then, we’ll figure it out together, and that’s all there is to it.
It’s not all going to be fixed in a day, or a week, or even a month.
It’s a process, I think. But you’re not running from me again, Madison,” I tell him as I pinch his chin tightly.
“I won’t let you.” I draw closer until our lips are grazing. “You’re mine.”
Madison gasps against me, opening wide, but he nods his concession because that’s what he wants, too, and then, he presses his mouth to mine in a hot, all-consuming connection that I need more than the breath my lungs are screaming for.
It’s surprisingly soft but demanding and full of every bit of the need he feels, and it drives me up the wall.
I devour him, turning him over until I’m pressing him into the mattress with my body. Madison groans loudly, and I encourage the loudness. I want him to make all the noise.
I want everybody to hear whose he is.
That makes me grin as I kiss my way down his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin.
“Oh, God,” he breathes when I pull his shirt over his head and expose his torso to the cool air of his bedroom. I suck his nipple into my mouth, making him arch beautifully off the bed and right into my awaiting mouth.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I growl as I make my way down his stomach, following the line of hair until I reach the waistband of his blue pajama pants. I pull them down his legs, along with his boxers, tossing them both on the floor and exposing his cock to my sight.
“Oh, fuck yes. You’re lovely,” I praise him as I crawl up to place kisses all around his groin before nipping softly at his cock.
He yelps, and I chuckle. “You like that?”
“You bit me!” he shouts, eyes wide as he stares at me in shock.
“But you’re still hard…” I remind him with a pointed lick.
“Nughhhh.”
“That’s what I thought.” And then, I take him the rest of the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cockhead, soaking the glans, and slurping with every bob of my head. Madison groans and pants, clutching my head and mewling pathetically, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.
“Come here…” I feel a tap against my thigh, and I pull my head up with a slurp, confused.
“What?” I ask. And when I see the redness of his cheeks, I know it’s something he’s embarrassed to say.
I smile softly. “It’s okay, darlin’. We can do anything you want.”
“I want…” He swallows, and then, he meets my eyes and seems to steel himself, and I feel a flash of pride for my boy. “I want you on top,” he confesses, and my eyes widen.
“Like… while I’m suckin’ you?” I ask, a grin spreading across my face.
Madison turns red as a tomato, and I brush my fingers over his cheek to feel the heat. “You don’t have to say it like that…”
“Darlin’, you wanna sixty-nine with me, is that it?”
“Oh, geez, never mind,” he says, throwing his hands up. I reach for them, bring them together, and kiss ‘em.
“No. I want to. It’ll be hot as fuck to fuck your face.” My eyes dance as I rip my clothes off and toss them across the room without shame. Madison eyes my body with a hungry gaze, and it makes me feel alive.
“Ready, treat?”
He gulps. “Yes.”
“Oh, you’re going to regret sayin’ that,” I tell him with a cackle as I tackle him to the bed to kiss him.
The kiss turns hungrier by the second, and before I know it, I’m climbing on top of Madison, legs spread around his head, cock bobbing in front of his face. His breath is hot against me, and I know he’s nervous because I can feel the tension in his body.
“Relax, darlin’.” I rub his thighs as I pepper kisses up each one. “Shh, just relax.” And then, I slowly suck his length back into my mouth. I keep my suction soft and gentle, enough to drive him insane but not enough to send him over the edge.
He’s mewling and panting all over again, and then—“Oh, fuck, yesssss,” I hiss when I feel the wet flash of his tongue against my cock. It’s a quick dart—just a taste—and then, it’s back for more. Hungrier. More insistent.
Desperate.
And I’m burning alive.
Before long, I’m thrusting into Madison’s mouth, and he’s humping up into mine. His cock lodges in my throat, and I swallow around it.
“Oh!” he shouts, and then, I’m swallowing for an entirely different reason. His cum is hot and wet as it spurts into the back of my throat, and I nearly choke on it because Madison doesn’t stop thrusting—it’s like he can’t.
And it’s so fucking hot.
“I’m gonna come, darlin’,” I warn him, my own cock twitching with impending release.
“Mmm,” he hums, and the vibration sends me over the edge. I thrust down into his mouth, and Madison splutters. Cum spews out from between his lips, but I don’t care. I can’t stop as I fuck into his mouth, reveling in the perfect warmth that is him.
By the time my release is over, I’m dazed and buzzed, and I roll over onto my back, flipping around and pulling Madison with me. I turn to face him and then grin as I swipe cum from around his mouth where it leaked out.
“You’re a mess, darlin’.”
“I thought you liked messes. You seem very messy.”
“Mmm, I do.” I lean over and swipe my tongue over his mouth, cleaning him up before kissing him deeply.
The next few days pass in a blur of sex whenever Madison isn’t in class.
I can’t seem to keep my hands off him, and thankfully, he seems to be in the same boat.
“I know we’ve kinda been holed up in here the last couple of days, but I wanted to ask…”
“What’s that?” I kiss his bruised neck.
“Do you want to meet my roommates? Like… officially?” he seems shy asking, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
“Do you want me to?”
“…Yes.”
“‘Kay, let’s go.” I pull away to get dressed, and Madison balks.
“Right now?”
“Why not?” I ask as I pull on my jeans.
“I don’t know. I’m not prepared!”
“You were prepared enough to ask,” I remind him with a smirk, and Madison frowns at me.
“Cedrick…”
“C’mon, treat. Introduce me to your friends.”
He frowns, and it’s so cute, I can’t help but kiss the little dimples before pushing him out the door and down the stairs.
“Well, well, welcome to the land of the living!” Collin barks when we step into the living room.
“Y’all reek of sex,” Lenny adds, and I watch in fascination as Madison blooms in red from head to toe. I lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head and tighten my arm around his waist.
“Madison wanted me to introduce myself—officially. I’m Cedrick, his boyfriend.”
A chorus of whoops and hollers ring out, and I didn’t think Madison could get any redder, but here he is.
“Awe, darlin’,” I tease him as I feel the heat for a moment.
“Shut up,” he hisses at everybody, but it comes out choked, and we all chuckle light-heartedly because we know he doesn’t mean it. He’s grinning at all of us, and when his eyes meet mine, I know this is good.
This is the way it’s supposed to be.
We’re almost there.
“What if they don’t like me?”
“Kase will like you just fine, darlin’.”
“But…”
“But nothin’,” I reassure him as we walk inside the apartment.
This moment feels pivotal.
My best friend meeting… my boyfriend.
Oh, fuck.
“So, this is the elusive Madison,” Kaser says as we walk into the living room, and Madison, of course, flushes from head to toe.
“H-h-hi,” he stutters, and I smile softly at him.
“It’s okay, darlin’. It’s just Kase.”
“Yeah, it’s just Kase,” they say as they push to their feet. They hold out their hand to Madison.
“It’s nice to finally meet the boy that captured Ricky.”
“Ricky?” he parrots, glancing up at me as he shakes Kase’s hand. I glare at them, but they just grin right back.
“Oh, yeah. He didn’t tell you about the nickname?”
“No…” Madison drawls, and Kase pulls him closer as he walks toward the couch.
“Oh, I’ve got stories for you, Madi. So, you know that Ricky and I grew up together, right? Well, you see, he’s always been this fuckin’ crazy, believe it or not…”
And as I watch my best friend make a spot for Madison on the couch right beside them like he’s always belonged there, something inside me shifts. Something big.
Something painful.
Something that causes my breath to hitch and my hand to fly to my chest to press against the ache.
“Cedrick?” Madison calls out, and I open my eyes to find him staring at me with his wide-eyed, blue gaze, and I smile through the pain.
Pain I’ve never known before but looking at Madison… I now know what it means.
It’s fear.
Of losing him. This. Us.
“I’m good, darlin’. Enjoy Kase’s embarrassing stories of me,” I tell him with a smile. “You want a drink?”
“Sure!” he chirps. “Thanks.” And then, he turns back to Kaser like they’ve known each other forever, and I walk into the kitchen with this new ache I have to learn to live with.
I pull three pops out of the fridge and set them on the counter. I rub against my sternum as I blink away the sting in my eyes.
I never knew love and fear could be so deeply entwined.