Maddox #3
“Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine. Keep going.” He’s squeezing the hell out of me and it feels good, but he’s too uptight. Too nervous.
“Hey.” His eyes blink up to me, and I thrust a little, watching his lips part. “You remember the first day we met?” Ian’s brows pull together, his concentration flicking between my eyes and where our bodies are joined.
“Yeah, and Anna lied. It’s not small.”
I laugh, sliding a bit deeper. Damn. “Not that, smartass. I saw you drawing and had to talk to you. My beautiful artist.” I kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger.
It’s funny how people can be strangers one day and then, well, everything the next.
And Ian is everything. We’ve only known each other a short time, but he’s under my skin.
He’s grouchy and beautiful. Talented as hell.
Funny in a dry way. I really like him. A lot.
I may even love him. Although it’s a bit soon for that, right?
Still, I can’t ignore the punch to the chest when he’s near me.
“Relax for me.” My lips graze his ear. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. ”
Ian clings to me, his fingers combing through the hair on the back of my head. “I’m okay. It’s . . .” He breathes. “A lot.”
“I know.” I kiss his cheek then his jaw before I pull out and thrust back in easier. “That’s it,” I groan. “Fuck, Ian.”
I feel the way his body softens with each thrust. The tiny little moans that grow every time I’m all the way in.
He’s so tight. Squeezing me so hard I’m about to lose it.
“So good, Madd.” He pulls me down for a kiss.
I push his legs back wider, changing the angle and snapping my hips harder. “Holy sh-shit.”
“Yeah, that’s it, huh?” My hips move, punching until I’m frantically fucking into him with his moans echoing around this tiny motel room. I’m afraid the neighbors might hear but I don’t even care.
This boy is a beautiful mess, and he’s all mine.
“I want to turn over.”
I slip out and let him get comfortable, and I’m rewarded by the sweet view of his gorgeous ass in the air.
“Damn.” I squeeze his cheeks then dive in.
I can’t help myself. I soothe his hole with my tongue, groaning when I feel it clench against my muscle.
My cock jumps when I feel his fingers grab my thigh pulling me closer.
“Give it to me Madd.”
Needy thing. I bite one cheek and break the hold he has on my hair. “You want it, baby?”
“Maddox, fuck me.”
I squirt lube over his hole then bring myself to his rim, sinking in slowly and listening to his moans grow until my hips are against his ass. I can’t help staring at where we connect. He’s gripping me so tight. I’m going to come. “Fuck, Ian, I’m close.”
He nods, his head buried in the crook of his elbow, his moans muffled into the pillow. He’s rolling his hips, pushing his beautiful ass back onto me.
“Are you alright?” I smooth my hand along his spine. He lifts his head and cranes his neck to look at me, the look on his face more erotic than anything.
“Fuck, Maddox, fuck me. I need you to fuck me. This is—fuck me.”
I guide his body against my chest, hugging him tight. “You need to come?” I grip his jaw, turning his head as he nods. His watery gaze meets mine. His hard cock hangs between his legs. He whines as I touch it, giving him a slow stroke. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”
“And you’re crazy.” He laughs but it’s cut off with a moan as I pump his cock. “Fuck, I’m close.”
I punch my hips forward, threatening to break this bed with every clap of skin. I don’t care. I care about one thing only, and it’s this man spilling over my fist. “Come on, baby. I want to feel it.”
“Fuck, Madd. Fuck, I’m going to, ugh.”
I hold him tight as he unravels, and I follow close behind, clutching him tightly to me. Kissing him. Enjoying the warmth of his body and the smell of his skin. My arm across his chest moves with his heavy breaths. His fingers lace around my wrist across his chest.
“Holy shit.” He lets out a short laugh.
I slip out of him and let him lie down, then I gather him in my arms. I kiss his forehead and I have no words.
I feel different. This feels different. Fuck I .
. . I really like him. I swallow with the realization.
I want this all the time. With him. Which means I need to work that much harder. Practice more.
I just want a life with him.
We just met, but I know Ian is something special.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, looking at me. “I’ve never seen you speechless.”
That makes me smile. I hug him tighter and kiss his neck. “Told you. Just need something to keep my mouth busy.” He looks down between our bodies then back up. “You want to shower?”
He rolls over more toward me, face-to-face. “In a minute.” He touches my face and I want to know what he’s thinking. Every hard line and worry is gone from his face. It’s the first time I’ve seen him this free. “Don’t break my heart.” His thumb smooths along my cheekbone.
I lean forward and kiss him. “Never.” I don’t know what I need to do to get my own place, but I’m going to do it. I’ll work my ass off. I’ll do anything.
I want every day to be like this.