10. Chapter 10 #3
Maddox shifts beneath her, his breath catching as she sinks lower, swallowing him whole.
His fingers untangle from her hair and his eyes remain on me.
And then he does something I don’t expect.
He reaches for me, his hand wrapping around my free one.
I tense but he doesn’t back off. He pulls it down, guiding me until my fingers are in her hair, tangled beneath his.
Our knuckles brush as his fingers lace through my own, the palm of his hand burning into the top of mine.
We’re close now. Closer than we’ve ever been.
The air between us is thick with something I don’t want to name.
And just like that, we’re both controlling the way her head bobs up and down on his cock.
Like she's nothing more than a flesh light between us.
Maddox leans in, voice pitched low, just for me to hear. “You feel that?” He breathes against my skin. “She loves it. Loves being used. You ever had that, Ry? Someone who opens their mouth just to be ruined? Is that what you want? I could give you that. ”
I swallow hard, fighting to control the ragged breathing that’s being expelled from my lungs. I should pull back. Let go. Walk the fuck away from this. From him.
Instead my grip tightens, still clenched beneath Maddox’s own, and I use it to work her faster on his cock, quickening my own rhythm to match.
I shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not with him.
It needs to stop. But I'm so close to coming, and his mouth is so close to mine that I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek.
My head leans forward an increment, his lips are right there.
His jaw slackens as he groans low in his chest, the sound makes something twist in my gut. It makes me dizzy. Makes me feel things I don’t have language for.
My fist’s flying over my cock now, slick from precum. Every stroke tighter, faster, more reckless.
Another hand is working my balls now, caressing and pulsing, while I jerk myself off, but I can't tell whose. I can’t stop.
My fist is moving on its own. Everything is burning.
My thoughts are entirely consumed by Maddox.
Nothing exists outside of the way his lips part when he groans.
The way his breath catches when his hips jerk.
When his cock drags wet and gleaming from Felicia’s throat—slick, swollen, and glistening with saliva it makes me release guttural animalistic sounds into the air. And the worst part? I’ve never been harder in my fucking life .
Maddox licks his bottom lip. His eyes drop to my mouth then back up, voice barely above a whisper. “Say the word, and I’ll let her choke on your cock next, I'll even let you picture me while she does it.”
My head dips in a small, shaky nod. I don’t even know I’m doing it until it’s already done. My chest’s rising too fast. I can’t draw in breath fast enough, and I can’t stop staring at his lips like they’ve got answers I didn’t know I needed.
Then I feel her, Felicia’s removing my hand and replacing it with her soft mouth wrapping around my cock.
I bite down as her tongue traces up my shaft, rubbing deep pressure back and forth while her throat takes me in, but Maddox puts a hand to my throat and my body begins to ease until all I'm doing is wishing it was Maddox—His mouth. His tongue. His hands.
My eyes slip closed. My forehead drops forward to press against Maddox’s to steady the spin of everything else. His musky cologne wraps around my body, invading my senses.
It should be a mistake, but the longer it goes on, the less it feels like one.
His hand slides up behind my neck, ensuring that he doesn't knock my injured ear, fingers tangling into the hair at my nape, anchoring me to him. His voice drops impossibly lower, barely audible over the wet sounds of Felicia’s mouth working my cock. “Feel how good that is, Ry?”
A shiver rips down my spine. I nod, helpless. My throat’s too tight to speak. Too full of heat and tension and the ache that’s been building since the second I stepped into this room.
“Do you want to cum?” he breathes against my lips.
“Fuck. Ffffuck,” I gasp. “Fuck. Yes.”
Maddox’ s mouth tips closer to mine, his breath coating my lips like silk. “Yes what, Ry?”
I can barely find my voice. It’s torn raw, stretched far too thin. “I wan—I want to cum, Mads. Please.” My hips snap forward frantically, forcing the mouth to take me deeper.
"I want you to let me come," I moan. He makes a pleased sound low in his throat and his grip in my hair tightens just enough to make me feel it. I whimper in his hold.
“Then be a good boy,” he draws out each word.
“And cum.”
The second he says it, everything snaps. My whole body locks and jerks as the first wave hits. It’s a brutal, sudden, white-hot surge that tears through me like a short circuit.
I open my mouth to moan my release, when Maddox pulls me in, claiming my mouth in a bruising kiss before I can cry out, like he wants to swallow the sound, take it into himself and keep it.
My hand flies to his chest to push him away, I swear it did. I don’t know why my fist knotted into his shirt dragging him even closer. That’s not what I wanted it to do. But his mouth is heat and hunger and pure fucking bliss.
I'm vaguely aware that the mouth is still going, her throat stretched around me, taking every stuttering thrust as I spill hot thick ribbons into her. My hands are still curled in Maddox’s shirt, I think if I let go I’ll fucking fall apart.
His mouth never leaves mine, and I’m moaning into him, riding the last shocks of it.
The relief and pressure and the fucked-up, terrifying sweetness of finally being allowed to completely let myself go for the first time in my life.
My body seizes, pleasure ripping through me with enough force to leave me trembling. The taste of him, the heat, the pressure of his fingers still knotted in my hair… I barely know where I end and he begins.
Our lips stay locked until I’ve given everything, until the spasms fade and I’m left with nothing but harsh, shallow breath shared between us. My mind is foggy in the aftermath of my orgasm.
When he finally pulls back, the silence is thick with everything we just did.
Everything we didn’t say. The line between us gone like it was never there to begin with.
His pupils are the size of saucers and his lips are flushed red.
I look down to see his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, covered in thick ropes of cum.
I came undone at my best friends words, and all I can think is—What the fuck have we just done? And how am I ever going to keep myself from doing it again?