Chapter 23 Gabi #2
“I love how you ask so nicely.” Maddox rolls us over, taking my chin in his fingers to give me one more soft, yet charged, kiss. “Take me in that sweet mouth Gabrielle.”
He lifts up his hips so I can pull down his pants, and luckily for me, Maddox conveniently forgot about his boxer briefs when putting on his fuck-me sweats.
I can’t hold my moan as his cock springs free, my hand starting to stroke his length as I lick my lips. Except when I lean forward, ready to lick the precum from his tip, his hands cup my face, stopping my movement.
“Is there a problem?”
He smiles at my playful words. “Never gorgeous. But you’re forgetting something.”
“And what would that be?”
His hands trail down to my shoulders. “Shirt off. I want to feel those tits against me as you take me down your throat.”
Never, and I mean never, did I think I was the kind of woman who would respond, or even get turned on, by a dirty mouth. Yet here I am, sitting up to strip off a T-shirt like I’m under a spell.
“That’s it,” he says, giving himself a few strokes as I take my time, slowly pulling the fabric over my body. “Are you going to let me fuck them later?”
I smile as I squeeze them together, knowing—and feeling—how much it turns him on. “Possibly. But I get to have my fun first.”
“Please do,” he says as he lays back. “Show me how much you want me.”
I don’t waste another second. Lowering my body to his, I slowly, yet ever so deliberately, lick his cock from root to tip. I know Maddox loves it—the noises he makes when I do it are addicting to hear—so I make sure to start off with that every time.
And that has turned into quite a few times.
That’s come as a bit of a shock to me, to be honest. Blow jobs with my ex were always more of a chore than mutual foreplay. A way for him to get pleasure that was never reciprocated. A means to an end so he could get off quickly and have an excuse to not have sex with me.
But with Maddox? I would suck this man’s dick every morning, and every night. And if he came into the bakery in the middle of the rush and asked for it, I’d put up a temporarily closed sign.
The difference? Maddox. How he holds my face while I do it—reverently, not controlling.
How he’s always touching me, making sure I know he’s in the moment with me, not just lying back and reaping the pleasure.
How he’ll whisper dirty and delicious words to me, or sweet ones that turn me on just as much.
But it’s also knowing that no matter how it ends—because sometimes he refuses to finish in my mouth—what I just did to him will pale in comparison to what he’s going to give back to me.
And that’s what comes with being with a secure and giving man.
“Look at me. Let me look into those eyes as you’re sucking my cock.”
I do as he says, loving how each of us are still in control in our own ways.
When Maddox and I were together in Vegas, I honestly thought the brazen and bold woman I’d turned into was just a product of the night.
But the more I’m with him, and the more we learn every little thing each of us likes, the more confident I am in myself.
I’ve realized that Vegas Gabi was actually me, I just didn’t know it yet.
I love telling him what I want, and I love how he reacts to it. He’s not scared when I take charge. In fact, he loves it. The way his eyes dilate when I tell him to fuck me? Or earlier, when I told him to feed me his cock? That’s a rush I never thought I’d want.
But not only do I want it, I've become addicted to it.
I adjust my angle, allowing my free hand to cup his balls as I work him in my mouth. I feel his body tense underneath me, signaling that I am seconds away from making this man lose his mind.
“Gabrielle…fuck…I’m about to—”
I don’t falter. I don’t even pretend to let up. Instead I take him farther, opening my throat so his hips are hitting my face as I feel him empty himself into me. The sounds he’s making are earth shattering, his hands holding onto my head like he needs me to keep him grounded.
“Goddammit woman,” he moans, lifting my head as I swallow the last drop of his cum. “Get up here.”
He pulls me up to him, fluids and sweat be damned, and holds me to his chest like I might disappear. Sure, that might’ve been my default a few months ago. But now? Now I’m wondering if I’m ever going to leave.
“Have I told you how perfect you are?”
“You’ve alluded to it.”
He kisses my forehead before rolling us to our sides, my leg naturally wrapping around his as he holds me in his arms.
“How was your day?”
I smile, because of course we could just share an intensely intimate moment, then easily fall back into the mundane seconds later.
But even talking about things as boring as our days, it’s still special because I’m doing it with him.
Funny how a person can feel that way when she knows her partner actually listens and cares.
“Fine. A little slow for the weekend, but honestly, I didn’t mind. I had a ton of things to catch up on, so I was able to close right on time and then head back to my apartment to grab things for tonight and tomorrow because I forgot to this morning.”
“I hate that, you know.”
“Hate what?”
“You going back and forth.”
“I know, but it’s easier right now,” I remind him. “My apartment is two miles from the bakery, and I hate navigating traffic here each morning. Especially during the week.”
“I know,” he pouts…but just as quickly as his lip juts out, I watch his eyes get wide. “Wait. I have an idea.”
“Why do I feel slightly nervous?”
“Don’t be,” he says. “What if I buy you a house?”
I know we’re each coming down off of sexual highs, but the man isn’t thinking straight. “You want to buy me a house?”
“Yes. But for us,” he says with all the conviction in the world. “For you, me, and Tiny Tot. For our family.”
Every time he calls the baby “Tiny Tot” my heart flutters just a little. And by just a little, I mean a lot. But I need to ignore the flutter to let the father of my child know that right now, he’s being insane. Romantic, but insane.
“Maddox…”
“Gabrielle…”
I had to know it was coming, but I’m not backing down. I’m so determined to be taken seriously about this that I sit up to have this conversation—because serious conversations can’t happen mid-cuddle.
“I love that you want to do that for us. But, is it practical? Where would we live? Are you just paying for it? Am I contributing at all? There’s a lot to think about.
Also, I know it doesn’t feel like it—probably because we did things all out of order—but this is new.
We’re new. Who moves in with their significant other, or buys a house with that person, when they haven’t even been dating for two months? ”
“I don’t know? My Aunt Jane moved in with my Aunt Becky after two dates.”
“I’m being serious Maddox.”
“So am I. They’re the happiest couple I know.”
Maddox sits up, putting us at eye level. “Counterpoint?”
I smile because how can I say no to his determined look. Also doesn’t hurt that he’s tracing circles on my thigh right now. It’s making me want to forget talks about living situations and see if he’s ready for round two.
“The floor is yours.”
He stops tracing circles, but only to take my hand in his.
“When I told you that I was all in, I meant it. And I’m not just talking about financially or making sure that I installed the car seat correctly.
I saw a future with you from the moment you walked up on stage with me.
I want to delete the word “future” from “wife” one day in my cell phone.
I want to find your dream home with a huge back yard and a swimming pool and the biggest bathtub we can legally install. ”
“That’s a big-ass bathtub.”
“And I’ll get it for you. No questions asked.” He cups my face with his hands, bringing me in closer. “Yes, this might be fast. It might be out of order. But it’s in my plan. And I hope it's in yours too.”
Damn this man and his puppy dog eyes and his good heart.
But he’s right. I might’ve been late to the game on everything in terms of us. But I can’t deny what I feel for him. What he makes me feel. That when I think of my life in five years, it’s of me, him, and our kid, all together at a pee wee football game—either as a player or a cheerleader.
I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t even think I wanted this. But here I am, falling in love with Maddox Gallagher.
“Okay.”
The smile starts slowly forming on his face. “Okay?”
“Yes, okay.” Maddox starts to pull me down onto him, but I put my finger in front of his mouth. “But I have a few rules.”
He takes my finger in his and quickly kisses it before moving away. “I wouldn’t think anything less.”
“I’m serious Maddox, we have a—ah!”
I can’t get another word out, because before I can tell him rule number one, I’m on my back and he’s pushing my legs apart, bringing my sweatpants down soon after.
“You think of your rules. I’ll just be down here celebrating.”
My laughter trails off the second his tongue hits my center.
But he’s right. We can talk later. We have plenty of time for that. Right now, I’m going to enjoy my boyfriend fucking me with his tongue while I fantasize about a house with my dream kitchen that also comes with a pool and, most importantly, him.