Our trek is done in silence, which doubles the alarm ringing in my ears when he requests that I take a left at the end of the corridor. I usually go right.
As my knees knock, I raise my purse to my chest before inconspicuously hunting for Caidyn’s keys. A key isn’t mace, but when braced between a sturdy pair of knuckles, it can be as lethal as a shank.
I grip Caidyn’s Jeep’s key so tightly it pinches my skin when I’m guided into a windowless room in the belly of a maximum-security prison. There’s no natural lighting, no guards, and no two-way mirror, so there’s no way in hell I’m staying here, but before I can make a break for it, the door I walked through is closed and locked with only me on the inside.
17
Demi
It dawns on me that I have the situation all wrong when a highly familiar voice says, “I got us twenty minutes this time.” My knees tap for an entirely new reason when Maddox huskily adds, “Twentynon-scrutinizedminutes.”
After stuffing Caidyn’s keys back into my purse, I spin around to face Maddox. The dams in my eyes almost spill over when he says ever so casually, “Hey.”
I should have known he wouldn’t be mad at me for acting a little skittish the past couple of months. Holding grudges isn’t a Walsh trait. They forgive even when they shouldn’t.
“Hey.” Although I only say one word, there’s no denying the amount of emotion it was delivered with. I was really worried he was disappointed in me. Reallyreallyworried.
When Maddox spots the wetness in my eyes, he flops his head to the side in a manner way too adorable for a man who’s been able to grow a beard since he was fourteen. “Dem—”
I push off my feet before all my name leaves his mouth. My crash into his body is brutal, but since it’s quickly chased with chuckles, gropes, and a million teeny tiny kisses, the pain soon subsides.
“This isn’t why I brought you here,” Maddox murmurs against my mouth while groping my breast with his big hand. “I wanted somewhere private where we could talk, but I can’t control myself around you.”
He isn’t the only one lost. When he tweaks my nipple through my bra, I yank on the elastic waistband of his pants like we’re not in the underbelly of a maximum-security prison. “I need you.” My words are equally breathy and desperate. “In me. Now.”
When his dick springs free from his pants, I moan like I’m possessed. I love the heaviness of his cock in my hand and how my hands seem too dainty to handle so much girth and length. His cock is perfect, almost as picture-perfect as his outrageously handsome face.
When I squeeze his dick, encouraging more gooey goodness to pool on the tip, Maddox stumbles us backward until his backside finds the only piece of furniture in the room. A hard stainless steel chair.
His butt cheeks have barely graced the gleaming material for half a second when I hoist my dress up my thighs, slip my panties to the side, line up the head of his cock, then drive home.
“Fuck, Demi, fuck!” Maddox curses at the same time I throw my head back and moan. The pain of taking a man his size hurts, but it’s a good pain women crave time and time again. “You feel so good, baby. Hot. Tight.” He finalizes his compliment with a healthy groan.
After giving me a couple of seconds to adjust to his girth, Maddox grips my nape and hip so he can control the speed of our exchange. With his eyes bouncing between my face and overstuffed pussy, he slams his fat cock in and out of me over and over again.
There’s nothing gentle about our fuck.
Nothing sweet.
We grunt like wild animals, the uncontrolled thrusts of our hips rough and without restraint. It’s a blistering couple of minutes that grows even more blinding when the rim of his cock finds the sweet spot inside of me.
It usually takes a couple of perfectly crafted strokes to have me succumbing to the tingling sensation overwhelming me, but today, it only takes one, and when it’s combined with Maddox finding his release, it’s ten times more intense.
We’re fully clothed, in a windowless room of a prison that’s home to some of the world’s most notorious criminals, yet we’re shuddering through a set of blistering orgasms like we have the world at our feet. It’s crazy but undoubtedly beautiful at the same time. Even more so when Maddox grunts out breathlessly, “Jesus Christ, I almost did a Flint.”
I shouldn’t laugh. It’s terrible for me to do, but it can’t be helped. I feel so incredibly happy right now, the woes of the past eleven months have disappeared. It’s once again my childhood crush and me—exactly how it is meant to be.
The giggles springing tears to my eyes louden when Maddox arches a brow while saying, “You never, I repeat,neverlaugh about a man’s sexual capabilities when his dick is still inside you.” He hits me with a frisky wink to ensure I know there’s not an ounce of malice to his tone. “Because if you do, he might come up with a way to keep you enslaved to him for eternity until he gets it right.”
“I wish you could,” I murmur before I can stop myself. “But you don’t need to get it right. That was perfect.”
“It was two minutes… if that. I’m so fucking ashamed of myself.” Air whizzes out of his nose as he rakes his fingers through his damp-at-the-ends hair. “My brothers will never let me live it down when they find out I’m a minute man. They’ll start calling me two strokes. Just you wait and see.”
Confident he’s playing, I slap his chest. That was most certainly the quickest sex we’ve had, but its speed didn’t make it any less enjoyable. My womb is still cramping in the aftermaths of a fantastic orgasm. It’s also been nearly a year since we’ve been sexually promiscuous, so a quick trigger is understandable.
Before I can tell Maddox that, a hiss whizzing through his parted lips notches my heart rate up a couple of beats. “Are you hurt?”
He stops me from shredding his shirt off him by curling his hands over mine. After smiling in a way I’ll never forget, he playfully nibbles on the edge of my palms then locks his eyes with mine. “Promise me you won’t get mad.”
