Chapter 18
WYATT
Kicking the bedroom door open, I cross the threshold, so consumed by Maddie that I walk straight into the dresser, knocking something from the top. It lands with a crash on the hardwood floor, but I’m too wrapped up in her to stop. I’m not entirely sure that anything could stop us at this point.
I set Maddie down on her feet at the end of the bed, my hands blindly finding the hem of her T-shirt.
She doesn’t protest when I drag it up her body and it’s only then, and very reluctantly, that I break the kiss, so I can pull the material up and over her head.
For a moment, I just stare at her. The sound of our harsh breathing fills the room, and as I step back, I run my thumb over my bottom lip.
“Who knew,” I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief at the woman in front of me.
This isn’t supposed to be happening. Least of all with her.
For most of my life, I’ve only ever looked at Maddie with disdain.
Considering who her brother is, I had no desire to find out how she’d look in the midst of her arousal or what she was hiding beneath her clothes, but now it’s all I can think about.
My gaze drags over her. From the puffy fullness of her lips to the way her dark hair spills around her shoulders, then to the perfectly sized breasts cradled in sheer lace and begging to be played with.
Her stomach is flat, a butterfly charm flashing at me from where it dangles just below her belly button.
I want to ask her why she got it but bite my tongue.
That’s too personal and sure as shit doesn’t matter. None of it is my business. All I need to focus on is that, in this moment, she’s fucking beautiful, and when this is over, she’ll be back to being Maddie Hart. The woman who is the bane of my existence.
She reaches out, running her fingers down my chest and over my stomach. Her touch pulls me out of my head and sends a jolt of arousal through my gut. My cock jerks in response. I should stop this, but I can’t.
I grind my back molars, clenching my fists by my sides as I try to rein myself back in. I’m barely holding on to the control I thought I had.
Maddie looks up at me from under her lashes, a light smirk playing on her lips as her fingers glide over the thin strip of hair between my belly button and cock. I feel the telltale tingling sensation in my balls and grip her hand so she can’t delve any deeper and put an end to this far too soon.
“I’ll deny this ever happened,” she breathes. “As I’m sure you will too.”
I nod. “It’s just a blip, a mistake even,” I murmur, stepping closer as my arousal grows.
When she rolls her lips together and drops her attention between us to the tented towel, I lift her hand to my mouth and press a kiss into her palm.
“You’re far too clothed for me to show you what I’ve got going on behind my towel,” I tease.
Maddie pulls her hand back, and a pang of regret hits me in the chest at the loss of contact. I don’t have time to dwell on it because it’s soon replaced by an eager lust when she pops the button on her jeans and pushes them down her long, toned legs before kicking the denim material off.
She’s left standing in nothing but a wine-colored lace bra and matching panties when she throws her arms wide and asks, “Better?”
We’re really doing this?
Fuck, yeah, we are.
There isn’t a chance in hell that I’m backing down now.
Without missing a beat, I step closer and lift Maddie into my arms. My mouth finds hers in an exploratory kiss as I revel in the feel of her warm, soft skin against mine.
I round the bed, and with her still clinging to me, I climb onto the mattress.
She lets out a yelp of surprise, but I tighten my hold on her, every inch of her touching every inch of me.
When she’s settled, I pull away and bring a hand up to hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger. My focus jumps around her features, cataloguing each and every one of them for later. I don’t know what I’ll do with the memories, but at least I’ll have them.
Slowly, I move my hand down Maddie’s neck, over her chest and through the valley of her breasts, being sure to keep my eyes locked on hers, watching her every reaction.
Her lips part on a gasp as I continue my exploration, moving across her stomach, over her butterfly belly button ring, until I reach the waistband of her panties.
“Now’s the time to walk away, Maddie,” I growl, barely holding on to my restraint.
She rests a hand on my chest, and I half expect her to push me away, but she surprises me, following the path on my body that I just took on hers.
When she comes to a stop just above the towel, she lifts herself, bringing her lips to within an inch of mine before she flicks her wrist and frees my cock.
It springs up between us, hitting me in the stomach.
My eyes flutter closed, and I hiss through my clenched teeth when she wraps her hand around me. I can’t bring myself to look. If I do, I can’t be sure I won’t come undone at the sight of her touching me.
“Look at me, Wyatt.”
Even though there’s a hint of authority in her tone, I hesitate. She squeezes me, forcing me to do as she demands. My vision blurs around the edges as I try to focus on her face. As she strokes my hard length, it gets increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the feel of her on me.
“Good boy,” she croons, running her thumb over the head of my cock before sliding her hand down to the base and squeezing me gently.
My hips buck at the praise and fuck if I don’t like it.
That’s new.
What is she doing to me?
I’m normally the one in control, the one commanding and making whoever I’m in bed with lose their mind. This isn’t me. I don’t take orders. And I sure as shit don’t nearly come at being called a good fucking boy.
In an attempt to claim some sort of control—because right now, I’m dangerously close to losing it completely—I capture her lips with mine, trying to refocus my attention away from the way she’s stroking my cock; like she owns it.
When my mind can string two thoughts together, I slip my hand into Maddie’s panties, groaning when I find her soaking.
Applying light pressure to her clit, I revel in the sound she makes; it’s somewhere between a choked gasp of surprise and a groaned plea for more.
It shouldn’t affect me, not like this—robbing the air from my lungs and making me want to worship her body just to hear it again—but it does.
When I dip a finger into her tight wet pussy, she breaks the kiss, pressing her head into the mattress as she arches into me.
“Wyatt,” she moans breathlessly, her hand releasing its torturous hold on my cock.
I rasp in a breath, finally able to breathe. It takes me a moment to gather my wits, but now that I’m free of her touch, I move back on the mattress until I’m kneeling at the edge of it. My chest heaves like I’ve been chasing a wayward calf around a pasture.
Maddie’s splayed out in front of me, her legs on either side of mine as I massage her clit with my thumb and thrust a finger into her. I fist my cock, squeezing it to the point of pain in warning. My eyes are locked on the damp spot of her panties as my hand moves beneath the fabric.
Maddie fists the sheets as she rolls her hips. Like this, she looks unraveled and so fucking perfect. I keep my pace steady, only adding another finger when she whimpers my name again.
This is better. I’m back in control, setting the pace that we move at, and there’s no chance of this ending too soon.
It feels like seconds pass before she comes on my fingers, her walls contracting around me in a way that makes my cock twitch with its need to be inside of her as I stroke it.
Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly agape and her features pinched as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
I’m ready for her. Almost desperate in my need to feel her wrapped around me.
When her orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers out of her panties and lift the cum-covered digits to my mouth. I’m not sure I could stop myself, even if I tried, but like an addict, I flick my tongue out, lapping up the heady taste of her. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and savory.
Maddie rolls her head to look at me. Her heavy eyes are a little glazed, and there’s a satisfied smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. She looks like she’s still floating in euphoria, and pride blooms in my chest at the sight.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That was… intense.”
My voice is a deep rumble in my chest, laced with my lust, when I command, “Take your panties off, Mad.”
She doesn’t acknowledge the change in nickname; instead, without breaking eye contact, she pushes her panties down her thighs before lifting her legs to her chest and slipping them off.
She throws them toward me. I catch them, bunching up the scrap of material before I hold it to my nose and inhale.
The smell is almost as intoxicating as the woman in front of me.
It’s a mix of something uniquely her and a hint of lavender laundry detergent.
And then she spreads her legs and I forget how to breathe.
In front of me is the hottest image I’ve ever seen. Maddie’s pussy is fucking perfection. It’s glistening with her arousal in the low light of the room, perfectly pink and waiting for me.
Maddie arches her back and unhooks her bra before sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it somewhere on the other side of the bed. It lands with a dull thud on the floor, but neither of us acknowledges it. I’m too captivated by the beauty in front of me.
I can’t tear my attention away from her; so, blindly, I pull open the bedside table before dropping her panties inside and searching for a condom.
The crinkle of foil beneath my fingers is the only sign that I’ve found one.
I pull it out, leaving the drawer open as I rip the foil with my teeth and slide the latex onto my waiting cock.
My movements are hurried and desperate. I feel like a teenager about to hook up with his crush for the first time. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I lasted about that long either. Every inch of my body is aching for my release.
Maddie moves further up the bed to the pillows, resting on her elbows as she watches me. Neither of us says a word. It’s almost as if we’re afraid to break this bubble and bring us crashing back down to reality. We ignore anything but our primal urge for each other.
I climb up her body, dusting kisses across the bare skin of her thighs and stomach.
When I reach her breasts, I can’t resist the pink buds of her nipples.
I hold one breast in my hand, squeezing it gently as I flick my tongue over her nipple.
Maddie holds my head steady, her fingers gripping the strands of hair above my ears as I alternate between grazing my teeth over the buds and soothing them with my tongue.
“Wyatt?” she moans. I look up at her from under my lashes, my tongue still swirling around her nipple. “Come here,” she whispers.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. Something in her tone has me doing exactly what she asks.
I release her nipple with a pop and continue moving up her body until I’m hovering above her and can settle between her legs.
She captures my mouth with hers, seeking entry with her tongue, and I willingly grant it.
“Now fuck me,” she whispers against my mouth.
Who am I to deny her?
Our mouths are inches apart when I hook one of her legs over my hip. My cock glides with ease through the wetness of her folds.
There’s no turning back now.
Not that there ever was.
From the moment we kissed, everything around us shifted. It might go back to normal when this is over, but for now, the slickness and heat from her pussy and what comes next is all I can focus on.
This is it. I line my cock up with her entrance and thrust forward, robbing the air from her lungs as I grit my teeth.
Holy fuck, she’s tight. And perfect.
So fucking perfect that it’s hard to think.
I hold still until Maddie’s nails dig into the flesh on my ass as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her warm vanilla scent.
“Wyatt. Move. Please,” she pleads.
God, this is too much but not enough at the same time.
The first roll of my hips is tentative, testing the feel of her and how strong my self-control is. I feel the warning tingling of my impending orgasm at the base of my spine and grind my back teeth as I pull out of her a little.
She kisses a path along my jaw and down the column of my throat, where she alternates between sucking and nipping at my flesh. Everything about her is driving me to the edge of insanity. I almost need her to stop, but I’m not sure I can speak the words. Or if I really want to.
There’s no way I’m lasting more than a few seconds, based on how I’m barely holding on right now.
Her walls spasm gently around me, and a bead of sweat runs down my temple. Maybe we need to change positions. Fuck. I thrust forward, then pull back before repeating the movement, my grip tightening on her hip.
I’m so close to coming, and hardly any time has passed since I slid into her. If I’m not careful, I’ll never hear the end of how I was nothing more than a two-pump chump.
Yeah, like she’ll tell anyone.
I brush off the thought and huff out a breath. This is not the time or the place to be thinking about that.
I press my body against Maddie’s and take a moment to center myself, forcing my mind to think of the baseball game I watched last night instead of how good she feels. If this is the only time we do this, I don’t want to walk away embarrassed or give her something to throw back in my face.
With a determination to last working its way through my body, I focus on anything but how she feels wrapped around me.
I pull back and slam forward, over and over again, digging my fingers into the thigh hooked over my hip, like it’s a lifeline and I’m drowning.
My movements are precise, focused on making sure this is as pleasurable for her as it is for me.
Maddie reaches between us with one hand, her fingers working small circles on her clit as she closes her eyes and presses her chest into mine.
Spasms wrack through her body; I feel them strangling my cock for all it’s worth.
When she cries out, the sound—loud and full of ecstasy—bounces around the room before hitting me in the chest and unleashing my own ferocity.
My thrusts are uncontrolled and filled with nothing but desperation as her pussy milks my cock. The tingling that has been growing more incessant at the base of my spine since she wrapped her fingers around me intensifies until it erupts like a firework in the night sky.
I spill cum into the condom, wishing it was her, as I roar my release before collapsing onto Maddie, my body spent and weak from the force.
Holy fucking shit.
This wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Like she’s changed something inside of me and I might not be able to forget her.