I run my hands through his hair. “Mad,” his name comes out on a whimper.
“I know, baby.” His mouth joins his fingers, licking and kissing. Soothing my flesh, sensitive and swollen after all the sex we’ve been having. But I still crave more. “I know you’re sore, but you taste far too fucking sweet for me to resist you.”
“Then don’t stop,” I plead, rocking my hips against his sinfully delicious lips. He is a magician, nay, a wizard—one of the highest order with that mouth. He’s definitely made of magic. I swear I’m seeing stars, my toes curling in the sheets as he works me over.
What’s even better is that he seems to enjoy it as much as I do. He’s not just doing it because it’s on the checklist of what a good lover should do, like it is with some men. He genuinely loves it. The appreciative noises he makes when he indulges,like he’s dining on the finest cuisine, are enough to make a girl feel like a goddess. Not to mention, no guy has ever come in his shorts eating me out before. It all feels far too good to be true, but I focus on enjoying this while it lasts. I can overthink it later, when I’m not teetering on the edge of yet another mind-blowing orgasm.
Maddox licks and sucks, over and over, relentless and skillful. Knowing always exactly what I need and when I need it. I almost stop breathing when I come, my climax washing over me in a slow, undulating wave that has my entire body trembling.
He pushes up, wiping his beard with the back of his hand while groaning with satisfaction. The sight alone would be enough to drive a girl to madness, which is the likely explanation for why I blurt out, “God, I love you.”
I want to reel those words back in so fast, even if they are kind-of true. I meant them because I do love him. I love him as a friend, and I’ve started to realize that I love him as so much more. But I never dreamed anything would come of it.
Now here we are, and I’ve spent hours in bed with my friend, having the most spectacular sex of my entire life. So I do love him, but I also want him, and…fucksticks, I really don’t know. My brain is fried. Short circuited by the devil kneeling between my legs. Does he feel the same? Am I actually in love with him? Or is it just the sex talking?
Dammit, Ellie, what the hell is wrong with you—it was only a couple of orgasms, girl!Except of course it wasn’t. It was a lot of orgasms, and it’s Maddox. “I mean like …” I babble, my cheeks growing redder by the second. “Like because we’re friends. It was the orgasm, it made me say that?—”
He silences me with a kiss, a gentle pressure of his lips on mine. I taste myself on him. Both of us on him, actually. It melts my core. Damn, I really need to get a hold of myself. “It’s okay,El,” he finally says, his voice warm and reassuring. “This feels intense for me too.”
I place my hands on his cheeks and stare into his dark eyes. How can one person make another feel so safe and so seen? I’ve never felt so utterly cherished as I do with him. Like he witnesses every part of my soul. But talk of souls would be too much, too soon. I need to slow this down, keep it light, for my own sanity if nothing else. “Very intense. You are very skilled, sir.”
He grins—devilish and irresistible. “Told you I’d still remember what to do.”
“Remember? I think you could teach a masterclass in cunnilingus.”
That makes him laugh, a deep booming sound that echoes of the walls. I love his laugh. “Maybe if the restaurant doesn’t work out, huh?”
He settles between my thighs, the crown of his thick cock nudging at my entrance. “Can I fuck you again? Or is too much?”
I adore how considerate he is, although I have a feeling there’s no such thing as too much when it comes to him. UTI and not being able to sit down comfortably tomorrow be damned, I want him again. I drape my legs around him, sinking my heels into the firm muscles of his fine ass, urging him on. “No, it’s not. Please fuck me again, Mad.”
He sinks inside me, filling me with one smooth thrust, and I’m sure I see his eyes roll. “Jesus, fuck. Your pussy feels like nirvana, you know that?”
Nirvana is a pretty good word to describe this. Nirvana, bliss, paradise. Elysium. All of the above and more. He kisses me again, tongue tangling lazily with mine as he fucks me gently, drawing out another rolling orgasm from me before he finds his own release. Afterwards, we lie together on the sheets.
“That’s a real good way of getting rid of awkward tension about your boss catching you in bed with his brother,” I say.
“You bet, baby. Any time you need some stress relief, you know where I am.”
I laugh and curl up into his arms. He holds me close, dusting kisses on the side of my face. I feel so deliciously floppy, my limbs exhausted, a big dumb smile on my face.
“So, you know I missed brunch at my Dad’s house.”
“I know. I’m sorry about that.”
He nips my ear playfully. “No need to be sorry, I was definitely having a better time here with you. But Mason said we should, uh, come to dinner.”
I tense slightly and hope he doesn’t notice. “Dinner?” I squeak. “With your Dad?”
“Not just my Dad. It will also be all of my brothers, their partners, and their kids. Possibly some dogs.”
I gulp. It’s a lot. “I do like dogs.”
Maddox strokes my arm. “There’s no pressure, Ellie. I know my family can be a little intimidating.”
I think of my own family. My two younger sisters and my kid brother, the ones I looked after all on my own from when I was fifteen until I was eighteen…
I push that thought away. Those memories have no place here today.
