Page 27 of Wild Rivals

“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.