My cheeks are flush with heat. I really, really liked that, actually. It’s not going to encourage me to be any less sassy, I suspect.
He slides his hand up over the side of my body. I instinctively suck my tummy in, but he notices. “You don’t need to do that, baby. Your body is beautiful to me, and I need you to believe that.”
I nod and force myself to relax. It makes me realize how inhibited I’ve been recently, at least since I started dating in New York. Always worried that I wasn’t good enough.
Turns out that sex is a heck of a lot better if you feel like you’re a goddess, and that’s how Maddox makes me feel. He places his palm on the side of my face, and I lean into his touch. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I say, still stunned.
“Well, it definitely happened. And unless you object, it’s going to happen again as soon as I catch my breath.”
Catch his breath? Damn, Maddox James is a machine. “I do not object, sir.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Sir? I could get used to that.”
And I could get used to this. I’m already thinking about him staying over at my apartment tonight, how good it will feel to wake up in those spectacular arms. Which is ridiculous, but it doesn’t stop me fantasizing about being Maddox James’s girlfriend.
Chapter 18
Maddox
Motherfucking fuck! She feels so good, her tight pussy squeezing around my cock like it will never let me go. My eyes are rolling back in my head, endorphins surging around my body. And yes, there’s a part of me still worried this is going to fuck everything up for us, but I tell that part of me to go screw itself because I’m busy with my girl.
She really wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t object to doing this again. And again. The woman is insatiable, and I am not complaining. I feel the same. It’s not just having sex after an extended period of abstinence—it’s having sex withher. She is spectacular in every possible way. Apart from being a little self-conscious about her body, which I put down to the string of douchebags she’s dated since she moved to the city, she has no inhibitions whatso-fucking-ever. I’ve never known a woman so in tune with her own body, and it’s incredible.
Right now, she’s on top of me, and she looks fucking glorious. Her curls are splayed wild over her shoulders, her big tits are bouncing as she rides me, and every curvy inch of her is covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. How did I live without this for so long? How did I live without her for so long?
She leans down, slowing her hips, and kisses the sweat off my chest. Licks my tattoos like she’s a cat lapping up the fucking cream. I growl. She’s messing with me, teasing me the way I’ve done with her. Bringing me close, then holding back. My little goddess has a playful side.
I groan, pretend I’m at her mercy, then grab hold of her. I spin her in one smooth move, and she ends up flat on her back with me on top. Where I intend on staying. She laughs, throwing her head back. I run my hands over her throat, up to her jaw, and turn her head to one side before I bite gently at her neck. She loves that. I know an incredible amount about her already. It’s still blowing my mind how good this sex is. How well we fit together. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I’ve never experienced anything like this.
I trail my mouth down her neck, then suck at her nipples, all the while rocking into her. She lets out tiny mewling noises that threaten to push me over the edge. “Oh, Maddox.”
“I know, baby.”
We’re both close. Her pussy walls are clenching around my cock, and her hips are arching up to meet me. I’m starting to see stars and rainbows and dancing fucking unicorns.
Just as our rhythm heats up even more, there’s a loud banging on my front door. It’s explosive and insistent, and Ellie shrieks with fright.
I’m momentarily confused. Then my brain kicks in, and I glance at the clock. “Shitfuck!”
Clutching the covers to her naked chest she sits up. “What? Who is that?”
“Probably one of, or all of, my brothers. I missed Sunday brunch at Dad’s, and I haven’t answered my phone.”
“You really need to stop doing that, you know?”
I jump out of bed, pull on my shorts, and give her an all-too-brief kiss. “Yeah, well I was kinda busy with this really sexy woman who squirted on me.”
Her cheeks go the cutest shade of pink before I run to my apartment door. “I’m coming,” I yell so they’ll stop their incessant hammering.
My neighbors already had Ellie knocking this morning, and God knows we’ve been making plenty of noise since then. I wrench open the front door, coming face-to-face with Mason and King, the former looking both annoyed and relieved to see me. “Keep it down, Mase. I have neighbors.”
He opens and closes his mouth, like he’s wondering just how many ways he can tear me a new asshole. Fortunately King, who appears much calmer, speaks instead. He lays a quieting hand on my brother’s arm. “You missed brunch. When we called, you didn’t answer. We were concerned.”
Fuck. I get it, I do. But it’s also annoying, especially considering who I just left in the bedroom to come and have this conversation.
“I’ve been sober for almost eight years now. You’d think you guys would stop freaking out about me relapsing every time I’m out of your sight.” Ordinarily, I find their protectiveness endearing, but they just dragged me out of my warm bed with my hot girl. So this time I really do not.
“We were worried something had happened to you, dipshit,” Mason barks, shrugging off King’s hand. “I know you hate technology, Mad, but would it kill you to pick up the fucking phone? For our sake if nothing else? It’s not like you to not show, so what were we supposed to think?”
