4. LYRA #2
There’s something so irritatingly magnetic about him. Maybe it’s the confidence or that wickedly cocky smile. Or, maybe it’s just the week of pent-up frustration invoked by the devil spawn otherwise known as Hunter Cole who ghosts girls midconversation.
He looks at me like I’m the perfect mix of dessert and emotional damage, and it draws me in until I start closing the gap between us, the electricity rising like static before a wild, reckless storm.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and the air tightens between us as I lift my hand and brush my fingers over his chest. “Do you always shamelessly flirt with women on the street?”
“When they look like they bite for fun,” he tells me as his hand reaches out and clutches my waist. “Either that, or when they look like they’ll ruin my life just for something to do.”
I nod, my chin lifting as my voice lowers to an almost whisper. “Nothing I love more than ruining a man’s life.”
“Mmmm . . . just how I like it.”
Fuck. I’m in deep water.
My hand knots into the front of his white tee, and I pull him in even closer, and as his hand twines around my back, tightening around me, he arches a brow in question. “Well, that escalated beautifully.”
“You talk too much.”
“Wired that way.”
I laugh, and before I know it, his lips are crushing down on mine as my body melts into his. At the speed of light, I’m lifted off the ground. My legs lock around his lean waist as he moves. I don’t know where I am until my back hits the brick wall in the alley beside my building.
Our chests rise and fall against each other as his lips move shamelessly against mine, our tongues fighting for dominance. I pant into his mouth as deep, needy groans rumble through his chest.
His hands on my body are firm and warm, not holding back, and I quickly realize that this is about to be exactly what I need to take the edge off.
If anybody can put out the fire that Hunter started, it’s this perfect stranger.
And if the massive bulge in his pants is anything to go by, then I’ve more than found myself a winner.
Maddox’s lips roam over mine before dropping to the base of my throat and sparking a wild hunger within me. “So, am I a rebound or are we pretending I’m special?”
I laugh as my fingers knot into his hair and bring his lips back to mine. “Rebound,” I groan against his mouth. “For a very messy hookup that got me extremely worked up and left me high and dry.”
“Well shit. I love the honesty.”
“Just saying, you have a very high bar to clear, and if I’m risking bad alleyway decisions for you, I expect to be more than satisfied. And if I’m not . . . I don’t think you’ll survive the night.”
I feel his grin against my lips. “Fuck, you’re a little savage. I like it, but you ain’t gotta worry about me. I can rise to the challenge.”
Savage. There’s that nickname again. It’s almost comical that it comes up now while I’m telling him about Hunter, but maybe this is a little less about Hunter and more about the cutthroat way I treat men. Who knows? Maybe he just knows I’m going to be trouble.
I shake it off and quickly recover as my hand glides up his shirt, feeling the tight ridges of his abs beneath. “I don’t know. The other guy looked at me like he would ruin me.”
Maddox’s grin turns wicked as his hand tightens on my waist. “Then, my sweet little savage, that asshole was aiming way too low. I won’t ruin you.” He leans in, his mouth brushing mine. “I’ll fucking destroy you.”
Ahh fuck. I really am in trouble, but it’s the kind of trouble I like.
A wild grin rips across my face, and I go to pull him right back in when a thought occurs to me that has my blood running cold. “Wait,” I say, slamming my hand against his chest to force just a fraction of space between us. “Why are you here? Do you live in this building?”
His brow arches in question. “Huh?”
“This building you’re trying to fuck me against. Do you live here?”
A teasing smile plays on his lips as those hazel-green eyes seem to silently laugh at me. “Are you trying to figure out if you’re about to fuck a neighbor?”
“I don’t do complicated, and messing with a neighbor . . . that’s complicated. I don’t like awkward run-ins first thing in the morning.”
Maddox laughs and waits a beat as though dragging this out. “You’re okay. I’m not a neighbor. My friend moved in a few weeks ago.”
My gaze narrows with suspicion. “The kind of friend you see every now and then, or the friend you’re tied at the hip with?”
He shrugs, and I immediately know this friend is his ride or die.
“Okay, I may see him all the time, but he works a lot. I’ll be here from time to time, but not enough to run into you in the hallway.
” He pauses a moment, consideration flashing in his eyes.
“Unless you want me to, that is. This doesn’t need to just be a one-night wild fuck against a wall. ”
I laugh and shake my head. “Woah. Hold your horses, cowboy. Nobody said anything about a repeat performance. Let’s just get through the first one and see if you’re worth the scratches this brickwork will leave on my back.”
“Oh, you ain’t got nothing to worry about there,” he rumbles as he rocks his hips against mine, letting that thick cock grind against my core, making me gasp with a deep need.
My pussy pulses, desperation coursing through me, and as I pull him back in, I hold his wild stare. “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
Maddox doesn’t waste a single second, diving straight back in, his lips roaming over my skin and claiming every inch of me as I scramble for his shirt, yanking it up over his head.
My greedy hands come straight down on his toned body, one on his chest and the other thrown over his shoulder, clawing at his strong back with a ferocity that even surprises me. He’s a fucking machine, and as his tongue works its way down my throat, everything trembles within.
“Oh God,” I groan against his warm skin as his hands grip the front of my black tank, and with one rough twist, the material rips in two.
“Fuck me,” Maddox growls as the flimsy remains of my tank top leave his fingers and he gets a good look at my full tits.
He immediately cups a tit, his thumb rolling over my nipple before gently squeezing and watching the way it pebbles beneath his touch.
“Fucking angelic, Savage. I’m gonna fuck these tits.
It might not be tonight, maybe not even tomorrow.
But mark my fucking words, I will claim them. ”
I grin as I reach up and take his shoulders, my chest heaving. “A lot of talking for a man who should be on his knees by now.”
He leans in and grips my chin, his eyes shining like stars in the night sky. “Is that your way of asking what this tongue can do? Because baby, you ain’t ready.”
I hold his stare, his gaze boring into mine like lasers. “Try me.”
Maddox looks as though he just died and went to Heaven.
Without skipping a beat, he slides me to my feet, makes his way down my body, and grasps the front of my pants, making quick work of the buttons.
His fingers hook into my waistband, and his lips drag across my body as he works the tight material down my thighs.
He’s on his knees before me, my pants gone, and I stare down at him, unable to look away as he rolls his tongue over his lips.
Goddamn. I’ve never seen anything so enticing in my life. Just the visual of this man on his knees is going to live with me for the rest of my days.
And then he touches me . . .
Fuck me. Maybe he was right. Maybe I’m not ready after all. All these years, I’ve been under the impression that I can handle it all when it comes to sex, and over the past week, just the sight of men like Hunter and Maddox is enough to leave me trembling.
Maddox’s hand roams over my burning skin, firm and sure, trailing up over my ribs and tits before gliding down to my hips and thighs. His grip finally tightens around the backs of my thighs, and without warning, he lifts me off the ground and opens my legs.
My back is pressed harder against the brickwork as he lifts me right over him, each thigh sat perfectly over his broad shoulders. He inhales deeply and my eyes flutter as that anticipation knocks the breath right out of my lungs.
His hand comes up and remains pressed against my body, keeping me from falling as his fingers brush over the full curve of my tits, taking advantage where he can. And then just as I think he’ll spend all night teasing me, he dives straight in, his mouth closing over my needy clit.
I cry out as a raw, powerful pulsation rips through my body, his warm breath against my skin doing wicked things to me. The overwhelming pleasure is instant, and I knot my fingers into the back of his dirty blond hair, holding on for the ride of my life.
His tongue rolls over my clit again and again until I’m seeing stars, and I tip my head back against the brickwork, unable to catch my breath. “Fuck, Maddox,” I grit through a clenched jaw, my pussy already crumbling. “More!”
I feel a soft laugh against my clit, and I bet the fucker is feeling pretty good about himself right now, but I can work on knocking his ego back into place after he finishes working my body.
He eats my pussy like a starved man. Licking. Rolling. Pinching. Sucking.
Just when I think he’s giving me everything he’s got, he reaches beneath me and works his fingers under his chin until he finds my entrance. Slowly, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me.
“FUCK!” I grunt as his fingers split apart inside of me. They start to move, rolling past my walls and driving me wild as my hips buck against Maddox’s face.
“You like that, Savage?” he mutters against my core. “Show me how much you want it.”
I die. I fucking die.
My body trembles as his fingers hit that spot over and over again, sending me into a world of blissful pleasure. “Maddox,” I cry, heavily panting as I tighten my hold in his hair. “I’m gonna come.”
“Damn straight you are,” he murmurs as his tongue gets right back to work, driving me to the edge as his fingers work me from within.
“God, YES!”