Chapter 19 Maddox
MADDOX
I have a new rule. Under no circumstances will I be involved in any “icebreaker” activities from here on out. If I need to stand up and introduce myself with my name, occupation, and what I enjoy doing, I will say that my number-one hobby is eating Reyna’s sweet pussy.
It’s my new favorite pastime. To my utmost sadness, I have only been graced with the opportunity once, and I fear I will never know peace unless I experience it again.
My cock has not fully come down in the six painfully long days since I was blessed with her sublime cunt. Watching her from afar—or from the chair in her bedroom while she’s asleep—isn’t enough for me to continue functioning.
Four nights ago, I realized I’d never be content with only interacting with her in class.
The most rational solution I could come up with was downloading a tracker on her phone while she was asleep.
I thought being able to watch the little dot move along on the screen would sate my need to have her in my sights constantly, but if my restlessness is any indication, I was clearly fucking incorrect.
I pull my coat on and wrap the scarf around my neck as I jog down the steps to the courtyard, double-checking Reyna’s location on my phone.
She’s still on campus, moving in the direction of the subway station that doesn’t take her to her apartment.
If my activities from three nights ago are any indication, I know precisely where she’s heading to on this cold, sunny morning.
We both have several hours to kill until I teach her class, and what better way to spend it than in each other’s company? She’ll likely disagree, but fortunately, I don’t intend on asking for her opinion on the matter.
I catch up to her as she passes the campus gates. Because I’m feeling generous, I give her time to change her mind about doing something she shouldn’t.
Reyna doesn’t, continuing for the subway that’ll take her to the crime scene I created for her. Her knee-high boots poke out from beneath her long brown tweed coat as she strides down the pavement, blissfully unaware that I’m eating up the space between us.
“Miss Sinaga,” I say when I’m no more than a couple of feet away from her.
She whips around, lips parting on a gasp. “Maddox.”
Fuck. She can’t just go around saying my name like that in public unless she wants the entire student body to know what she looks like when she comes. It’d be most unfortunate because they’d all have to lose their eyes for it.
She looks utterly beautiful in this weather. Her tanned skin is a couple of shades paler, while the tip of her nose, her lips, and the apples of her cheeks are kissed cherry pink. Reyna stiffens with the look of someone doing something they know they’ll be in trouble for.
“Where are you going?”
“Uh, home,” she answers a little too forcefully.
My jaw tenses to stop from grinning. “You are many things, a good liar is not one of them. I am going to throw out some guesses, how does that sound?”
“Like a terrible plan.” She checks her invisible watch. “Oh, would you look at the time. Seems I have to go.”
“I’ll join you.”
It’s cute watching her freeze like a deer in headlights. “Pass.”
“Wasn’t asking.”
“Wasn’t offering. Don’t you have better things to do?”
I curl my fists at my side and use every speck of willpower I have not to touch her. Or worse: kiss her out in the open. “Nothing that’s more important. Now. Where are we headed? And don’t bother trying to lie. We both know you’re not getting out of this.”
“Why are you so difficult?” Lessers would wither under her glare. I, for one, find it endearing.
“It’s part of my charm.”
I watch her stubbornness melt away in time with her reluctant sigh. “A crime scene.”
If I were a betting man, I’d be giving myself a hundred dollars for being right, yet again.
“So kind of you to extend an invitation to me. Please, lead the way.” I motion toward the station at the end of the block, in front of the hideous modern monstrosity of a law school building.
Naturally, because Reyna insists on gripping on to the last vestiges of her stubbornness, she doesn’t move.
“I’m barely holding myself back from bending you over the nearest bench so I can taste your sweet cunt again. So I suggest we start heading off before I decide I need to paint your pretty skin with my come.”
She flushes bright pink, eyes darting around as she leans in to whisper, “You can’t say that.”
“Which part? That I want to see your pussy dripping for me again, or that I want you bent over and coming on my cock.”
“Both,” she hisses as her chest rises and falls faster.
I narrow my eyes at her when she puts an extra three feet of space between us. “I told you how to prevent either from happening. What’s the address?”
Her glare burns into me like she can make me disappear if she thinks hard enough. After a quick stare-off, she gives up on attempting to perform miracles and tells me the address I already know before spinning on her heel to storm down the street.
I chuckle and follow along. My amusement quickly dies when we both put a respectable amount of space between us and I’m left glaring at the sidewalk and every person in our general vicinity.
I need to touch her. It’s not a want, or a mere desire.
It’s a physical necessity that every cell in my body screams for.
The distance isn’t good enough for me. I’m not sure how long I can withstand it, or what happens next.
She doesn’t know who I am or about the engagement ring sitting at the bottom of my office drawer.
Until then the truth will always stand between us.
That’s what today is about. I have to know whether her eyes crinkle with mortification at the truth. I need to know that she sees me.
The need to touch her doesn’t disappear when we climb down the steps or when I guide her to an empty section of the subway at the back of the car where the seats are empty at our back and front, with no one on the opposite row.
A single person sits at the other end, too far to hear us and too invested with their phone to pay us any attention.
We’re free in our corner to share every forbidden breath before the sky falls.
Reyna’s coat parts when she sits, revealing the harness strapped around her waist, just above her lacy maroon miniskirt, and my mind takes the image of her in nothing but the leather, and it runs with it. The second the door slides shut, my hand slides beneath her coat and up her thighs.
Bloody hell, I’ve missed her legs.
Reyna clamps her knees together on pure reflex, squeezing my hand. The blush from earlier crawls up her neck and reddens her cheeks like it did the afternoon she fucked her fingers on my couch, and, Christ, if it doesn’t make my cock thicken.
“Maddox?” My name comes out rasped as she grips my forearm and nods pointedly at the stranger at the other end of the car.
I lean down until my lips are inches away from her ear. “There’s no one around, Miss Sinaga,” I whisper slowly, skating my hand up her inner thigh beneath her skirt.
She squirms on her coat that protects her from the seat, and her breaths turn shuddering when she sees the bulge in my pants… “Maddox,” she whispers. I can taste her aching desire in the two syllables.
“Do you see what you do to me, love?” I grunt. Precome leaks from my cock under her attention.
The edge of my finger presses against her pussy, and she gasps, swinging her wide brown eyes back up at me. I can picture her trapped beneath my weight, staring up at me with her lips parted on a silent gasp as her skin pinks with her arousal.
I rub her clit in slow circles. Reyna’s warmth seeps through the material of her tights and underwear, and I learn it’s possible to be jealous of fabric just because it’s touching her skin.
“Someone could come in and see us.” She glances at the door behind us that leads into the other car. Turns more frantic when the subway slows to a stop at the next station, but no one walks in or out.
“Mr. Shaw.” It’s one part whine, and another part worry. But her hips don’t share the same concern, tilting ever so slightly so I’d meet her partway, pressing my knuckles against her sex.
“I like it when you call me that,” I murmur, increasing the pressure. Her breath catches, eyelashes fluttering. The doors slide closed, and the wheels squeal against the tracks before it picks up speed again. “Tell me that your cunt is wet and needy for me.”
“You’re being insufferable.” It’s hard to make out any hint of worry when her words are moaned out.
“If I recall correctly, you were begging me not to stop what my tongue was doing. You rather enjoy it when I’m insufferable.” I grin, gliding my fingers over her slit to make her shudder.
The lights flicker as we travel between tunnels.
She huffs in frustration—the pent-up kind—when I stop to slide my hand back down her thigh. “People would find this inappropriate, Mr. Shaw.” Her irritation swiftly morphs into barely restrained lust when I go back to rubbing her clit. She melts against my side.
“Yeah?” I muse, moving my hand out from beneath her skirt to curl my fingers beneath her harness and yank her closer to me.
“What’s inappropriate is you wearing that to class without considering that I’d be hard the entire time, imagining what it’d be like to grip on to the leather as I fuck you against a wall. ”
I spread her thighs apart and press the heel of my palm against her pussy. Her body jolts, and I swear I can smell her arousal as I grab one of her knees to keep her legs parted for me.
The barest little broken moan escapes her, and my eyes damn well nearly roll to the back of my head when her thighs crush my hand.
The flimsy fabric of her tights gives way beneath my fingers, and a hole tears right above the entrance to her sex.