Chapter 7 Gabi #2
And he wanted to put me down to make himself feel better.
But the way Maddox is holding me up right now, the way he looked at me when we exited the car, and how he’s been touching me since we’ve been alone, none of that matters.
He doesn’t care that I probably don’t look like the typical woman who hooks up with football players.
I don’t think he’d give two shits about my jean size having two numbers.
He wants it. He wants me. Which makes me only want him that much more.
“This dress is killing me,” he says, pushing away the other side of my dress, leaving my breasts exposed in the lace bra I’m wearing.
“Then you should do something about it.”
I watch as Maddox’s eyes glance down to my cleavage then back up to me. He’s biting his lip and I might come from the look he’s giving me alone.
“This dress. How attached to it are you?”
“I’m not. It was a twenty-dollar dress from a fast-fashion website.”
“Perfect answer.”
In a feat of strength I didn’t know existed, Maddox, while still somehow balancing me against the door, rips the center of my dress nearly in half. I mean, it had a deep V, so it was on its way, but the man acted like the fabric did something offensive to him.
“Now that’s better,” he says, pushing the cups of my bra down, spilling my tits over top. “Exactly what I wanted.”
“Fuck!” I yell as I throw my head back, hitting the door, as Maddox takes a nipple into his mouth.
The combination of his mouth and tongue, along with his hand as he massages it, is about to send me into an orbit I didn’t know existed.
One I’ve never been to without penetration.
And one I haven’t been to in a very, and I mean very, long time.
Foreplay with Justin was… what’s a further extent of nonexistent?
Sure, many years ago he was all about it.
I had a full chest in high school, and he was a teenage boy.
But it never got better. He never paid attention to my breasts.
Fingering me was so his dick could slide in. Oral? Ha! That’s a joke.
And don’t ask me if he played with the clit. I think that answer is very apparent.
To say that I’m out of my sexual element right now is the understatement of the year. But the way Maddox is downright worshipping my chest, feasting on my breasts like they’re keeping him alive, is about to make me feel things I didn’t know were possible outside of books and television shows.
“Maddox… how… please… more!”
My words are singular and don’t make sense put together, but somehow he knows what I’m saying. Thank God one of us does.
“See, how I’m thinking,” he trails off, licking around my nipple for good measure. “Is that if it’s been years since you’ve had an orgasm, that means I need to catch you up to speed.”
My breathing picks up as he starts grinding into my already wet center. “I… I’ve never had… multiple.”
“I don’t accept that answer,” he says, crashing my lips for a hard kiss before quickly pulling away. “In fact, I’d like to prove to you how wrong that is.”
Before I can say anything else, he slowly puts me back on the ground, but lowers himself to his knees immediately. I’m in a silent awe as I watch him slide my dress up, and then my silk panties down my legs.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, Gabrielle?”
If I wasn’t already, I would be now with the use of my full name and the burning look we’re sharing. “Yes.”
He licks his lips. “Time to get you that souvenir.”
I want to laugh at his joke, but this is no laughing matter. My ripped dress is pushed up to my hips. My panties are who knows where. And Maddox’s tongue is fully inside me.
Ho-ly-fucking-shit…
I actually don’t know what to do right now.
My hands want to pull on his permed hair to push him further into me, but I don’t know how much closer he can get.
At the same time, I want to smack them against the door, hoping they can keep me grounded when the man eventually sends me into space by the way he’s tongue fucking me.
It’s everything and perfect and I’m point-two seconds away from…
“Maddox!” I scream, my hands choosing to go for the hair, and I’m pretty sure I pull some out. If I did, he doesn’t seem to care. No, the man is now doing his damndest to make sure to lick up every drop of my orgasm as he holds me to him, not letting me go as I start to come down.
“So fucking good,” he says, my eyes slowly blinking. “There’s one problem now.”
That snaps me out of my haze. “Problem?”
His grin is devious as he stands back up. “Yes. Now the problem is I don’t know how I’m going to make you come again.”
Maddox swoops me up in his hold, my laughter filling the room as my arms having no choice but to circle around his neck.
He makes quick work of the space, getting there in a few strides, before he lowers me to the bed.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he pulls the rest of my tattered dress over my head and removes my bra in quick fashion.
“It seems that we have another problem.” I say, my champagne—and orgasms—confidence fully kicking in despite me sitting here now completely naked in front of this man.
“What’s that?”
“You have on way too many clothes.”
If I thought his smiles were devilish before, it’s nothing to what he’s giving me now. “Then we have to fix that now, don’t we?”
I prop myself on my elbows, watching in awe as this man strips before me. Nothing over the top. Not like the male review show I went and saw last night with the girls. But it’s without a doubt turning me on way more than anything I saw on that stage.
It’s the eye contact. It’s the way his brown eyes never leave mine as he unbuckles his belt, quickly snapping it off his waist before tossing it to the side.
It’s the way his arms flex when he reaches behind his neck and pulls his fitted T-shirt off his muscular chest in one deft move.
And it’s that damn smirk he gives me before unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them, and his boxer briefs, down with it.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, and it was no more than a whisper, but I know he heard it.
“I could say the same about you,” he says as he starts stroking his rock hard—and thick—cock. “Open your legs for me. Let me see that pretty pussy again.”
Completely under a dick spell, I do as he says, watching in awe as he continues to work his cock. I mean, how can I not? It’s big. He’s hot as fuck. And he just ate my pussy like a starving man who recently ended a fast. How can I not be completely mesmerized by the show I’m watching?
To further prove that point, I let my hand travel across my stomach and down my pelvis, letting my fingers work my clit as our gaze never breaks from each other.
I don’t even think about it. It’s like every part of my body has a mind of its own right now.
Maddox’s breath hitches and his strokes speed up as we pleasure ourselves in front of each other, our grasps on each other never breaking.
“Maddox,” I purr, feeling orgasm number two coming quicker than I want. Or thought it was able to.
“What do you want, Gabrielle?” he asks, slowly bending over and grabbing his wallet out of his pants and taking out a condom. “Tell me.”
I don’t need to think too hard about that answer. “You.”
One word. That’s all Maddox needs to hear before he’s on top of me, our mouths connecting like it’s been days since he last did this, not just minutes.
I’m thankful for his lips distracting me, otherwise I have to believe I’d be overthinking every single second of this interaction.
Do I remember how to do this? Where do my legs go?
Where should I put my hands? Should I keep my mouth shut and not say anything since that’s how I’d been trained for years to act during sex?
Or does he mind if I become a little vocal?
All of those questions, including any follow-ups, are quickly wiped away the second Maddox enters me. Including the one about me staying quiet.
“Fuck! Maddox!”
My back arches off the bed, an instant reaction to his cock fully inside me.
“My name has never sounded so good,” he says as he slowly works in and out of me, allowing me to get used to his size. “That’s it, Gabrielle. Feel all of me. Take every inch. Take everything you want.”
How this man can combine words of affirmation and encouragement while making them sound dirty as hell is a skill that I didn’t know someone could possess.
“That’s it,” he says, his pace starting to pick up. “You’re taking me so good.”
With every word coming out of Maddox’s filthy mouth, combined with how his dick has somehow found a spot in me I didn’t know existed, I could come right here right now.
But I don’t want to. I want this to last. If I’m going to do a divorce-party rebound fuck in Vegas, it’s not lasting five minutes. Not if I have anything to say about it.
“Remember when you said this was my night,” I say with a heavy breath, his speed picking up even more.
“I absolutely do.”
I reach up, able to wrap my hands around his neck to pull him down to me. “Can I put in a request?”
My words elicit a low growl that vibrates through his body. “Anything you want. And I mean anything.”
I don’t know if we’re going to go there yet, but I do like where his head’s at. “I want to ride you.”
He doesn’t hesitate. In less than a second he has me scooped in his arms and rolls us over. “I’m yours, Gabrielle. Have your way with me.”
My stomach flips at his words. Not the first part. At least, that’s what I tell myself. I’m going to pretend it was because a young, hot, fit, and very, very, eager, man is telling me to have my way with him.
And I do. My hands are gripped to his defined chest as I start slowly, trying to remember how I used to like it. Over the years it went from being my favorite to the only way I could get an orgasm. Eventually, it stopped because Justin was over and done with too soon for me to have a turn.
But this? Those memories? They’re going to cease to exist after tonight. All I’m going to remember is the way Maddox is looking at me right now—how he’s making me feel like the most desired and wanted woman in the world—as his thick cock fills every inch of me.
“You look so fucking good riding me,” he says, each of my tits in his hands. “I don’t want to take my eyes off you.”
“Then don’t,” I say as my confidence surges as I pick up my speed.
“Fuck fuck fuck… Gabrielle.”
“You feel so good. I’m so full.”
“Take what you want gorgeous. Take every last inch of me.”
My speed picks up at Maddox’s words. Before I know it, my back is arched, my hands are gripping onto his thighs, and I’m five seconds away from exploding on him.
“Maddox, I’m…”
“Me too gorgeous. Me too.”
His fingers grip into my hips, guiding my hard movements that are just… about…
“Fuck!” I scream so loud the next room had to have heard me. Ask me if I care. The answer is no because I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life. The feeling is only amplified as Maddox immediately follows me, holding me down on him as he spills into the condom.
It takes more than a few seconds, but once the vibration stops buzzing through my body, I collapse onto Maddox, his arms wrapping around me so tight I almost can’t breathe. We don’t say anything—I don’t know if I could if I wanted to—but I don’t think words are needed.
Because this was perfect. Every single thing.
How he rolls me over, allowing him to get up from the bed to take care of the condom. How he brings me back into his arms when he comes back into bed. How he kisses my forehead and how his fingers gently rub up and down my arms, lulling me to sleep.
It’s how he’s still holding me when I wake up as the sun is starting to peek through the windows when I decide that I need to leave. Because this night was perfect. Everything I needed it to be.
And that’s how I need to remember it.