Maddox #2
I’ll show him when we get back. It’s going to be a lot of work, but it’s going to look beautiful on him. It’ll look like his chest is disappearing into the black ink of space.
I’m doing a tattoo for Anna tomorrow night. Maybe I can convince him to let me outline it in the morning. He’s got a few now, but nothing near this big. His pain tolerance seems to be okay, but this is pretty big and in a shitty spot.
The bathroom door opens and Ian steps out in his boxers, eyes down.
Embarrassment clear. I told him he didn’t have to do this.
There are other options and we’re both adults.
I’m immature as fuck, admittedly, but I’d never want to embarrass him.
“You okay?” Ian looks around the room nodding. The nerves are leaking off him.
I want this so bad, but I need him to be okay first.
“I’m fine.”
I reach for him and pull him onto the bed to sit next to me, my arm looping around his shoulders. I press a kiss to the side of his head. “We don’t have to.”
“No, I do. Nervous, I guess.”
“Well, I’ll be incredible enough for the two of us.”
Ian shakes his head. “You ever stop talking?”
I stand, bracing my arms on either side of him while he sits on my bed. Fuck he’s a pretty boy. “I told you. Only when my mouth is distracted.”
He pushes me away with a smile. Damn, he drives me crazy. Every day I wake up like something amazing is waiting to happen. I’ve never been this happy in my life. He just sparks something in me and this feeling is unmatched.
Ian is spicy and okay, yes, a little grouchy, but pushing his buttons is my favorite thing.
I watch his eyes dip to the floor. I feel his nerves leech into my skin. I’ve had sex before but I know he hasn’t, and I want this to be good for him. I want to be good for him. “Hey. Look at me.” He blinks up. “If you’re not ready—”
“No, I am.” A nervous smile slips onto his lips. “I just don’t want to be bad. I think I’ve scrubbed every inch of my skin raw.”
I crouch down in front of him. That little flip my chest does when he’s near grows more violent.
Anna has given me so much shit, but I can’t help it.
I’m gone for this guy. I don’t even care.
“Look at me, babe.” He does and I nearly fall right into his eyes.
“It’s going to be great, and the good part is, it will only get better.
” I get up, kissing him between the eyes, and go to the end table with the bag we got from the drug store.
Sometimes Ian needs a little push. It’s the same with the tattoo machine. He thought he’d be no good at it, but he’s a natural.
Now let’s see if he’s a natural at this. Honestly, he could just lie there and let me worship his body and it would still be the best sex ever. I just really want this to be good for him. I’ve never been someone’s first, and this is a big deal. “Condoms?”
He drags a hand over his lips, eyes fixed on the floor. Nerves roll off him. He swallows then lifts his chin, watching me. “I mean, you got tested after the last time you did it, right?”
“Of course, but we can do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“No condoms.” His gaze fixes back onto the floor. I like to play and joke with him, but this feels heavy and he seems so nervous. I just want to ease his mind. I grab the lube and join him on the bed. I slip my hand into his with a squeeze and pull his attention to me.
“It’s going to be great.”
“Do you . . .” Color creeps up his neck, warming his cheeks and making his freckles stand out. Fuck, I want to lick them. “Bottom?”
The smell of his body wash is fucking with my head. “Yeah.” His face brightens more, red decorating his collarbone.
A heavy breath slips from his lips. “I’m so nervous.”
I wasn’t sure what he’d want to do, but I’m open to anything. I just want him. Skin to skin. It doesn’t matter how it happens. “Hey.” He looks at me. “Kiss me.”
All my worry melts with the press of his soft lips. Damn he’s a good kisser. Soft and strong. My hand laces around his bicep, pulling him into me. “Just relax. I got you.”
He yields under me as I push him back against the bed, then he moves up until he’s resting on the pillows. I straddle his waist then kiss him harder, groaning when his tongue comes out to play with mine. “How do you want it?”
“I use the massager. I uh, I’ve never used anything bigger. I’m not sure if I’ll like it like this, though.” He looks at me. “I’m just nervous.”
“I like both. I don’t really care.” I smooth his auburn hair back. “Give me a bit and I can go prep. We can do it that way.”
“No.” Ian thinks for a moment then shakes his head. “I want to try.”
“Oh, we can try.” I grin, kissing his mouth, then pull my attention down to drool at his chest. Man, he’s beautiful.
“What?”
“Just looking at my real estate.” Ian rolls his eyes. “I’m telling you, a galaxy tattoo right across your beautiful chest.” I run my palm along it. “Right up to your neck.”
“All I am is a canvas to you.”
“The most beautiful canvas in the world.” I kiss him. “Lie back, okay. Relax, and if you don’t like something, don’t be afraid to tell me. We’re finding what works and what doesn’t.”
“You won’t be mad if I don’t like it?”
My brows bunch. “Of course not. I won’t get mad. If you want to stop now, we can. If you’re not ready, we do something else. I don’t care what we do right now as long as I’m hanging out with you.”
Anna’s been giving me shit telling me I’ve ditched her lately, as if she hasn’t been working her ass off.
I can’t help it, though. Ian has this spark, this energy I crave.
I love pushing his buttons. Getting him to smile.
All I think about is this pessimistic boy I met months ago.
Ian has slowly bloomed around me and it’s been beautiful to watch.
“I want this.” He takes a deep breath. “I want it, Madd.”
I reach behind my back and pull my shirt up. With it covering my face I feel his hands on my body before I can lift it off.
I watch him sink against my pillows. “Your mom knows you’re not coming home tonight?” I know Ian doesn’t like her and I get it. My mother is, how to describe her . . . gruff. Gruff and not happy about my dreams, my love of art, or the fact that I have a very gorgeous new friend.
My mother is what I like to call quietly homophobic. She doesn’t approve, hates it in fact, but she keeps her opinion to herself at least.
“Why are you thinking about my mom?” My lips land on his neck, pressing slow kisses along his skin. “I’m an adult. She knows I’m not coming back tonight.” He nods. “Just relax, okay.”
My lips graze across his skin. Damn, he smells good. He always smells good. When my lips graze the band of his boxers, my fingers dip inside and I can feel the way his stomach contracts with the touch. “Douching is not fun.”
That makes me laugh. “No, it’s not. You get used to it and it does become easier. If this is something you like, there are also alternatives.” I kiss his hip bone. “If not, I’m more than happy to take your dick.”
His skin flushes as I slip the fabric down his thighs. He sucks in a breath. My boy is sensitive. I trace my tongue along his gorgeous dick, looking up and meeting his eyes. I bury my face into his pubes and inhale. Damn, he smells like heaven. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
My tongue maps a path along his balls. When I tug him down a little under me, confusion hits his face before I push his legs back, forcing him to grab them. I watch him, and his soft lips part as he watches me sink between his legs.
My mouth waters.
“What are you—” He groans when my tongue swipes along his hole. “Oh my—holy shit, Maddox.”
I want to smile but I’m too busy in paradise, eating the most beautiful ass known to man. “Tasty as fuck, baby.” He pulls his legs back further, and I look up and see how broken he is while I lick and kiss his clenching hole. I could do this for hours, but my cock is aching. “Are you ready?”
Ian looks down, swallowing as he nods.
I pat his hole then get up and take my pants off. My cock swings free and I see the look in his eyes. I know he’s doing the size math. “It’ll fit, I promise.”
He scoffs. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“No.” I get onto the bed, caging him between my arms. Damn he’s so pretty. “You are about to be so full of me.”
“More horrible lines.”
I sprinkle kisses across his face before I sit back on my legs and drink him in. I lean over him and grab the lube on the nightstand that we bought on the way here. “You want a pillow?”
Ian looks around then nods. “Maybe.” I grab one and slip it under him as he lifts his hips.
“Now, if you come the second I’m inside you, it’s fine. I’m just that good.” He glares flatly. That’s what I want. I watch some of his nerves disappear. “It’s going to be good, but if it’s not, tell me and we stop.”
He takes a breath. “Okay.” He nods. “I’m ready.”
I lube myself then notch to his hole and watch his lips part as my head slips into that tight ring. “Fuck.”
“Fuck,” he grits out, clinging onto me.
“Are you okay?”
He swallows, nodding and looking down between our bodies. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”