Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Fifteen
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Chapter Fifteen
I LED MADELINE out onto the dance area that was set up around where Shay and her band played. My arms pulled her into a slow dance, not caring what music was playing. I just loved the feel and scent of her in my arms. “This is so nice,” she breathed into my ear. “I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I’m having a good time.”
“It could get even better,” I whispered, biting her ear. The scent of her perfume, of having her body so close, was intoxicating. I could tell she was enjoying herself, but I had other plans.
“I want to take you somewhere private,” I murmured, my voice thick with lust. “I want to strip you bare and worship your body and hear you scream my name as I make you come over and over again.” I know I was moving fast, but fuck, I wanted her.
Madeline’s breath hitched at my words, her body trembling with anticipation. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with arousal, and nodded her agreement.
“You have no idea what I’m about to do to you,” I growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe. My hand slid up her thigh, teasing the edge of her panties. She gasped and pressed herself closer, her breath hot against my neck.
I led her through the crowd, my hand gripping her wrist tightly. We stumbled into my room; the door slamming shut behind us. I pushed her against the wall, my lips crashing into hers as I used all my self-control not to rip her dress off. She moaned, her nails digging into my back as I kissed down her neck, my teeth grazing her collarbone.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she breathed, her voice raspy with desire. “I’ve been thinking about you...about this...”
With a growl, my hand slipped between her thighs. She was already wet, her arousal soaking through her panties. I tore them off, my fingers finding her clit. She bucked her hips, her moans growing louder as I worked her into a frenzy.
“I want you,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please...” She pleaded, her breath coming in short gasps.
“God, what you do to me,” I growled, my voice full of need that was years in the making. “Do you want me to fuck you right here?”
Madeline nodded, her eyes pleading as she pulled her dress over her head. I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pushed her against the wall, my hands caressing her body as I kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she ground against me. My hand sliding up her thigh and once again feeling her wetness through her panties, and it drove me wild as my fingers slipped under the lace.
She moaned as I touched her, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Damn,” she breathed. “You make me feel so good.”
My hand found the condom I always kept in my jeans, and I stood up, lifting her with me, her legs wrapping around my waist. I slid a finger inside her, her wetness coating my hand. She rode my finger, her hips bucking as she chased her release. My own need was building, my cock straining against my pants.
“You want this?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “You want my cock inside you? Fucking you hard.”
She licked her lips, her eyes wide with anticipation as I unbuttoned my jeans, letting my freeing my cock. Her legs tightened around my waist as I pushed inside her. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely.
I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into hers as I took her against the wall. She met every thrust with a moan, her body shaking with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her. She was trembling beneath me, her body on the brink of release. I pulled back, my eyes meeting hers as I thrust inside her pussy. I wanted to remember this moment, her face, to replay it in my mind every goddamned night.
She cried out again, louder this time, her nails digging even deeper into my back as I thrust inside her, over and over. She was tight, so tight, and it took every ounce of self-control not to lose myself in her and finish before I wanted to. My hips thrust against hers as I took her with an almost savage intensity. She met me stroke for stroke, her body writhing beneath me as she continued chasing her orgasm, her low moans a sweet sound in my ears.
I could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting in my own body, as I raced towards my release. “Come for me,” I demanded, my voice harsh. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard around me. I followed soon after, my release exploding through me like a tidal wave. We collapsed into each other, our bodies spent and satisfied.
“That was... amazing,” Madeline whispered, her voice still shaking with aftershocks.
I grinned, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her stomach. “We’re not done yet,” I said, my voice full of promise as I lifted her, throwing her on the bed. “I’m just getting started.”
At this moment, I understood what Midnight had been trying to make me understand. Sex was different with the one meant for you, heightened and indescribable.
And one time was never enough.
HOURS LATER, MADELINE and I lay wrapped around each other, our bodies exhausted from the intensity of our time together. The room was dark and quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of our breathing. Just as my eyes closed, a faint tapping shattered the silence, sending a jolt of fear through my chest.
My heart pounded, dread seizing me. Slowly, I turned my head, scanning the room, and there, in the far corner, she stood.
Kezia.
“Jarrod? How could you?” Her voice was a ghostly whisper, drifting through the air like a chilly breeze. “You’re still cheating on me.”
I shot upright, my breath catching in my throat. She couldn’t be back. Not now . Not after all this time. “No, I...” I stammered, my voice barely audible, as I stared at the phantom before me.
“I was dying in agony while you partied and messed around. Maybe I should make her suffer my fate,” Kezia’s voice twisted into a sinister hiss, the shadow seeming to glow with malice. “It’s only fair.”
“What’s wrong, Jarrod?” Madeline stirred beside me; her voice was thick with sleep as she sensed my panic.
I tore my gaze back to the corner, but Kezia had vanished. My heart raced, and my hands trembled as I scrambled out of bed, yanking on my clothes with frantic urgency. “You need to leave,” I snapped, my voice sharp and cold, not looking at her, knowing how this was going to hurt her.
“What? Why?” Madeline asked, her eyes wide with confusion as she crawled out of bed and fumbled for her clothes.
“I’m done here, that’s why,” I barked, forcing my feet into my boots, each movement driven by sheer terror and storming out of the room, slamming the door.
I couldn’t let Kezia hurt her. Madeline meant too much to me. I had seen it before. When I was twenty, Chloe, one of the sweet butts I brought to my room regularly, had vanished after Kezia’s warning. No one ever found out what happened to her, and I wasn’t about to let Madeline become another mystery.
I pushed through the crowded clubhouse, the noise and laughter around me a jarring difference to the fear that gripped my heart. Outside, I straddled my bike, the engine roaring to life as I sped away. The night air stung my face, mingling with the hot tears of frustration and fear that surprised me, yet I couldn’t control it.
“Damn you, Kezia! When will you let me be happy?” I screamed into the wind, my voice lost in the darkness, carried away by the relentless speed of my bike.