CHAPTER TEN
MADDIE
I didn’t feel particularly good about having my bare ass cheeks on the kitchen island where we’d had breakfast earlier that morning.
But luckily I knew where the cleaning spray was, and I’d be spraying like crazy later. Because there was no way in hell I was going to interrupt anything that Troy wanted to do right now.
He’d gotten me down to absolutely nothing. I was buck naked and ass spread on the kitchen island. Every inch of my skin was electric and alive as his appreciative gaze swept over me. He wet his bottom lip, shaking his head like he was admiring a piece of art.
“You are going to be such a good nighttime snack,” he finally said.
“Do you plan on having a nibble somewhere?” I asked jokingly.
His hot palm slid up my thigh, then gently spread my legs as he nodded. And that’s when I realized what he meant.
“Oh,” I blurted.
His grin went devilish as he focused his attention on my breasts. He kissed and licked each nipple in turn. “What did you think I meant?”
“To be honest…I forgot that ‘eating’ was even an option.” I realized how stupid I must have sounded. But it had been so long since I’d been appreciated. Or desired. Or taken care of like this. I could count on one hand how many times Jericho even remembered I had a clit. And I had a sneaking suspicion that was going to be Troy’s first priority.
It was almost embarrassing how different they were. Because it meant that I had been accepting crumbs from Jericho for longer than I even wanted to admit.
A sigh rippled out of him. “I don’t understand how a man could look at this beautiful pussy and not get hungry.” He captured my lips in a kiss and then his mouth began trailing downward. I watched him in a state of shock. And then awe. And then I wasn’t watching him at all, because once his tongue found the crease of my pussy, my eyes fluttered shut.
Troy held my ass cheeks in his big, powerful hands while he feasted. He licked and sucked and worshipped my pussy in a way that I’d only ever heard about. I clutched his head between my legs, letting myself get washed away in the sensation of his tongue laving over my clit.
All the air in my lungs came out in a big whoosh.
He moaned into my pussy. “You taste so fucking good Maddie.” His tongue plunged inside me. I squeaked, gripping the top of his head.
“I can tell how much you like it too.” He flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit, grunting with pleasure. “You’re fucking dripping.”
My mouth fell open as I tried to make any sort of response. None came. He jerked me closer to his mouth and I propped myself up, hands behind me, giving in to the ridiculousness of it all.
Yes, I could orgasm on the kitchen island.
Troy seemed intent on making sure I did. I arched my back, opening myself up wider to him, a long, low moan ripping out of me as everything went hot and buzzy inside my body. I moaned indecently, far noisier than I could ever remember being, but when this man’s tongue was fucking me without pause, there was no other response. I squeezed his head between my knees as my belly trembled. Then the orgasm popped, bright waves of pleasure exploding inside me.
He licked at my clit until the pleasure faded and I was left laughing and stroking his head. He grinned, his mouth slick from me .
“You are so fucking sexy, Maddie.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, not releasing me quite yet. “Do you have any idea?”
“I don’t,” I admitted with a laugh. “As sexy as you are when you wear the gray sweatpants?”
He paused his kisses. “You like those?”
“Love them.”
“Noted.” Troy kissed his way down my legs until he hit my knees. “You are delicious. But we should go somewhere else for what comes next.”
“The kitchen island isn’t good for that?” I teased.
“You need to be more comfortable when all the pounding starts.” His cocky grin made me burst into laughter. I was on cloud nine after that orgasm. I’d never seen such a perfect, hilarious, sexy man. He slid me off the island into his arms, and when I looked back at where I’d been sitting, he tutted. “Don’t go into caretaker mode. We’ll take care of that later, because right now, I’m taking care of you .”
If I hadn’t fallen in love with him already, that line did it. I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the cabin and up the stairs to the loft. But I sensed the catch of his breath as we went up the steps. The way he seemed to wince when he used that knee.
“I’m too heavy,” I told him. But when I tried to wriggle free, his grip only tightened around me.
“You’re not,” he growled.
“Then your knee hurts you and you won’t admit it,” I accused him. I’d seen the hit he took with that baseball bat. Part of me wasn’t sure how he could still walk at all.
“It’s fine.” His fingertips dug into the soft flesh of my thighs as he stepped into the loft. “God you feel fucking good with your legs wrapped around me. It makes everything else feel better.” His perfect lips found mine again for a scorching yet tender kiss before reluctantly placing me on the perfectly made queen bed.
“Finally I get to test out your bed,” I teased, shifting uncomfortably. The navy comforter was pulled taut—no doubt a remnant of his former military life—but all I could think about was the cleanup. The stains we might make.
“What’s wrong?” He stood at the end of the bed, towering over me, as he grabbed my chin and directed my gaze up toward him.
I opened my mouth but couldn’t find the words. It was embarrassing—how much of a mom I was. Always thinking about the consequences. What came next. What else needed to be done.
“I was thinking about how we’re gonna mess up this perfect comforter because we’re gonna get sex juice all over Lenny’s nice things and I don’t want to be a bad guest.”
The most heartbreaking grin broke out on Troy’s face. He cupped my face in his big, rough hands. “Just when I think you can’t get any sweeter, you say something like that.”
I laughed self-consciously. “I don’t want to take his generosity for granted.”
“I promise, you’re not. If nothing else, you can blame anything you want on me. But I’ll clean up the perfect comforter when we’re done. He’ll never know.”
“I can help—”
“I want you to not think about it. Let me do it, babe.”
A happy sigh escaped me. Those two sentences might have been the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. Probably the first time a man had implored me to set down the weight of the world.
Did Troy realize how hot that was? How uncommon?
I wanted to know, but all my thoughts dissolved as he laced his fingers through my left hand, lifting my arm to inspect it. Then he pressed his lips to my forearm—right where the bruises had been that he’d spotted the week before.
“But I do want to be absolutely clear about one thing.” His kisses trailed down my arm, to the back of my hand. “We’re gonna get sex juice everywhere.”
I dissolved into laughter and he released me long enough to shimmy out of his jeans. Slate gray boxers barely contained the thick ridge of his arousal. He tugged his t-shirt off next, revealing his wide shoulders and neatly trimmed, black chest hair.
“Oh my God.” I smoothed my hands over the expanse of skin—his strong chest, down the ripples of his abs, along the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was sexier than I’d imagined.
He watched me with hooded eyes. “Go on. See what you do to me.”
I tugged down his boxer briefs, revealing the thick shaft of his cock. It bobbed heavily in front of him as he stepped out of his briefs. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, eyeing the swollen head, the veins popping out along the shaft. I didn’t normally find cocks attractive but his was an exception. I covered the thick head with my mouth, my tongue finding his salty precum. A low hum escaped him as I learned the contours of his cockhead, taking him deep into my mouth, as far as I could go without choking.
Troy grunted, his fingers knotting into my hair.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good around my cock.” His voice was low, controlled, but barely. His cock slid farther down my throat, so far that I almost gagged. I felt him harden further. “Oh, fuck yes, Maddie.”
Having this wall of man in front of me, filling my mouth, was hot—and equally hot to imagine what we might look like from the outside. I wished there was a mirror in the bedroom so that I could see us. Especially what was about to come. I clenched my legs together, pulling away from his cock.
“I need you inside me.” I’d never been so demanding in the bedroom before, but I needed him. Now . Troy cradled the sides of my face, looking absolutely drugged.
“I don’t have a condom.” His lips brushed against mine.
“I don’t care.” If I didn’t get this man inside me, I’d go crazy. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. Are you?”
He nodded, searching my face. “Clean. But not on birth control.”
Laughter rolled out of me, and the grin that lit up his face made me fall in love with him for one brief, wild moment. I scooted back on the bed and Troy eased onto the comforter, his knees denting the bed on either side of me. He lowered himself onto me, his rigid cock finding the heat between my legs. I arched into him, clutching at his broad shoulders, needing so much more. This felt like my first time all over again, and in a way, it was—the first time I’d ever felt this way about someone. The first time I’d craved it with every cell of my body. The first time I thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get it.
The head of his cock slipped past my folds as he pushed inside me. My eyes fluttered shut, a low moan ripping out of me as he sank deep inside me. I felt my walls clamp around him, swallowing him, begging for more of him. Troy buried his face in the hollow of my neck, gripping the sides of my rib cage like he was worried I might drift away.
“Jesus, Maddie. You feel amazing.” He scooped his hands beneath my back, erasing every inch of space between us as he pushed into me, again and again. “Better than a perfect ten.”
His comment made me grin so hard my cheeks hurt.
“Takes one to know one,” I told him, my breath wispy and faint. The feel of him stretching me, filling me, was the only thing I could focus on. He thrusted with so much energy I felt like he might burst through my low back. I clung to him, welcoming all of it, my nails sinking into the ridge of his shoulder.
“I’m close, babe.” He growled into my collarbone, which caused a fascinating ripple of muscles along his back as he pounded into me. I was close to coming too— again. He reached his hand between us, fingers rubbing against my clit in circles. The friction pushed me back to the edge, and all the way past it. For the second time that night. I clenched and moaned, the high even higher this time now that he was filling me to the brim. I called out his name, repeating it without meaning to, practically like a chant.
“Ohhhh, Maddie.”
The heat of his release filled me, and he stilled once his cock had stopped spasming. He searched my face, something unreadable in his gaze.
I smoothed my hands over his broad, warm chest, still struggling to catch my breath. I loved the feel of him still inside me. In fact, I loved everything about this.
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Troy snagged my lips in a tender kiss. “I think hearing you come is my new favorite thing.”
I was still too stupefied to be embarrassed by a comment like that. I couldn’t even lift my arms, much less blush. Instead, I laughed.
With Troy, it felt easy. I could break myself open and trust that he’d accept it. Like it, even.
I wanted more of it. More of him.
So much more than I even wanted to admit to myself.