Melancholy
Page 33
“No!” I snap. “I’m not done. I came out tonight because you haven’t spoken to me for three days. I’m tired of this fucking game we continue to play. You either want me, or you don’t. Make up your fucking mind. If you decide you don’t, then stay the fuck out of my business.”
He’s in front of me in a flash, causing me to take two quick steps back. His eyes flash with rage as he glares down at me.
“You could have gotten yourself killed, because you don’t fuckin’ listen.”
“I know that,” I say, keeping my voice strong.
We stare at each other for long, long moments, saying nothing, but feeling everything.
“You touched me,” I say, my voice low and broken. “You made me feel incredible after he . . .” My voice wavers, “hurt me. And now you’re treating me like I don’t matter.”
His face softens, but it’s still so hard. He says nothing, but I can see the internal battle going on inside him. For whatever reason he’s holding back, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of dancing around this. I take a step forward and reach up, placing my hand on his damp, hard chest. He flinches, and his eyes close.
“Maddox,” I breathe. “Stop hiding from me. You want this as much as I do. I can feel it.”
His lips thin out, his jaw flexes, and his eyes remain closed. I step even closer, pressing my lips to his skin. I let my tongue slide out, tasting the salt. I let out a little, satisfied moan and step even closer until our bodies are molded together. He doesn’t move; he’s stiff as a damned brick wall.
I don’t back down, though.
I press my open mouth against his chest, and blow hot puffs of air against his skin. He shudders, but still, his hands aren’t on me. He’s not pushing me away though, so I’m not going to stop. I gently lower my body down his, sliding my mouth over his abs which are super hard from his work out.
I reach his jeans and take the top button, trying to ignore the pain in my knees as I squat. I can’t lean on them; this is the best I can do. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s cock in my mouth, and now is my chance for that. I undo the top button, my heart quickening at the realization of what I’m about to do.
No words are shared between us as I slowly lower his zip. His cock is hard. I can see it straining against his jeans. Yum. I lower the top of the denim just enough for him to spring free. God, he’s huge. I stare at the long, thick length in front of me for a minute, before reaching up and wrapping my fist around it. I try not to wince in pain at the movement of my bandaged hand, and I pray I don’t hurt him with it.
He finally hisses.
I guess it doesn’t hurt.
His hands are clenched by his sides, and he’s panting, both from his exercise and what we’re doing. I lean in close, breathing him in. Slightly salty, all man. I slide my tongue out, shivering when it touches the soft, silky skin. He growls, low and deep. I lick around the crown of his cock, before tilting my head, and slipping him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he snarls, finally speaking.
I suck, feeling my lips stretch around his impressive length. His hands twitch, and he finally raises one to my hair, tangling it through the lengths and tugging softly. I take him deeper, sucking my cheeks in to give him the best I can. He hisses and groans, jerking his hips forward. I swirl, suck and lick, until he’s rasping my name. He takes my arms suddenly, pulling me to my feet.
His lips crush down over mine, and he kisses me with such ferocity it takes my breath away. I shake, melting into him, pulling his hips closer and loving how heavy his cock feels against my belly.
“No more wasting time,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Maddox.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”
He backs me up until my body is pressed against the cold concrete walls. I whimper as he runs his hands up my sides, causing little goose bumps to break out over my skin. His fingers knead my flesh as he moves up, reaching for my shirt. He lifts it and removes it quickly, before making light work of my pants and underwear.
Soon, I’m fully naked in his arms. He lowers his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth and rolling it about. The stiff peak almost hurts it’s so damned hard. I cry out, but it’s not in pain, it’s in pure pleasure. Maddox clutches me with a ferocity and passion that has my heart pounding so hard it hurts.
He puts a hand to my belly and slowly lowers to his knees, using that hand to hold me against the wall. With his other hand, he takes my leg and lifts it up and over his shoulder. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what he’s about to do. He doesn’t allow for protest, because his mouth is against my pussy in mere seconds.
“Oh God,” I cry out, arching towards him.
His mouth devours me, every stroke like fire against my exposed core. His tongue goes up to lazily circle my clit, while his finger gathers the moisture at my opening, rubbing it up and down, up and down, preparing me. Just as I start to clench with pleasure, he slips one finger inside me.
I squirm, feeling a slight burn as he rotates it around, stretching me, preparing me for what I know is coming. He keeps sucking my clit, bringing the pleasure to the surface again. I’m mumbling his name through moans, and God, he looks good down there, his big body crouched, devouring mine. When his finger is slick with my arousal, he slides a second in.
“M-M-Maddox,” I whimper.
He says nothing, he just holds his finger still while he continues to lick and suck my aching nub. Finally, when I’ve stopped clenching around him, he moves his fingers gently until they’re sliding effortlessly into my pussy. He tilts them, rubbing over a bundle of nerves inside me that has my knees going weak.
He’s in front of me in a flash, causing me to take two quick steps back. His eyes flash with rage as he glares down at me.
“You could have gotten yourself killed, because you don’t fuckin’ listen.”
“I know that,” I say, keeping my voice strong.
We stare at each other for long, long moments, saying nothing, but feeling everything.
“You touched me,” I say, my voice low and broken. “You made me feel incredible after he . . .” My voice wavers, “hurt me. And now you’re treating me like I don’t matter.”
His face softens, but it’s still so hard. He says nothing, but I can see the internal battle going on inside him. For whatever reason he’s holding back, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of dancing around this. I take a step forward and reach up, placing my hand on his damp, hard chest. He flinches, and his eyes close.
“Maddox,” I breathe. “Stop hiding from me. You want this as much as I do. I can feel it.”
His lips thin out, his jaw flexes, and his eyes remain closed. I step even closer, pressing my lips to his skin. I let my tongue slide out, tasting the salt. I let out a little, satisfied moan and step even closer until our bodies are molded together. He doesn’t move; he’s stiff as a damned brick wall.
I don’t back down, though.
I press my open mouth against his chest, and blow hot puffs of air against his skin. He shudders, but still, his hands aren’t on me. He’s not pushing me away though, so I’m not going to stop. I gently lower my body down his, sliding my mouth over his abs which are super hard from his work out.
I reach his jeans and take the top button, trying to ignore the pain in my knees as I squat. I can’t lean on them; this is the best I can do. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s cock in my mouth, and now is my chance for that. I undo the top button, my heart quickening at the realization of what I’m about to do.
No words are shared between us as I slowly lower his zip. His cock is hard. I can see it straining against his jeans. Yum. I lower the top of the denim just enough for him to spring free. God, he’s huge. I stare at the long, thick length in front of me for a minute, before reaching up and wrapping my fist around it. I try not to wince in pain at the movement of my bandaged hand, and I pray I don’t hurt him with it.
He finally hisses.
I guess it doesn’t hurt.
His hands are clenched by his sides, and he’s panting, both from his exercise and what we’re doing. I lean in close, breathing him in. Slightly salty, all man. I slide my tongue out, shivering when it touches the soft, silky skin. He growls, low and deep. I lick around the crown of his cock, before tilting my head, and slipping him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he snarls, finally speaking.
I suck, feeling my lips stretch around his impressive length. His hands twitch, and he finally raises one to my hair, tangling it through the lengths and tugging softly. I take him deeper, sucking my cheeks in to give him the best I can. He hisses and groans, jerking his hips forward. I swirl, suck and lick, until he’s rasping my name. He takes my arms suddenly, pulling me to my feet.
His lips crush down over mine, and he kisses me with such ferocity it takes my breath away. I shake, melting into him, pulling his hips closer and loving how heavy his cock feels against my belly.
“No more wasting time,” I whisper against his mouth. “I want you to fuck me, Maddox.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re fuckin’ killin’ me.”
He backs me up until my body is pressed against the cold concrete walls. I whimper as he runs his hands up my sides, causing little goose bumps to break out over my skin. His fingers knead my flesh as he moves up, reaching for my shirt. He lifts it and removes it quickly, before making light work of my pants and underwear.
Soon, I’m fully naked in his arms. He lowers his head, capturing a nipple between his teeth and rolling it about. The stiff peak almost hurts it’s so damned hard. I cry out, but it’s not in pain, it’s in pure pleasure. Maddox clutches me with a ferocity and passion that has my heart pounding so hard it hurts.
He puts a hand to my belly and slowly lowers to his knees, using that hand to hold me against the wall. With his other hand, he takes my leg and lifts it up and over his shoulder. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what he’s about to do. He doesn’t allow for protest, because his mouth is against my pussy in mere seconds.
“Oh God,” I cry out, arching towards him.
His mouth devours me, every stroke like fire against my exposed core. His tongue goes up to lazily circle my clit, while his finger gathers the moisture at my opening, rubbing it up and down, up and down, preparing me. Just as I start to clench with pleasure, he slips one finger inside me.
I squirm, feeling a slight burn as he rotates it around, stretching me, preparing me for what I know is coming. He keeps sucking my clit, bringing the pleasure to the surface again. I’m mumbling his name through moans, and God, he looks good down there, his big body crouched, devouring mine. When his finger is slick with my arousal, he slides a second in.
“M-M-Maddox,” I whimper.
He says nothing, he just holds his finger still while he continues to lick and suck my aching nub. Finally, when I’ve stopped clenching around him, he moves his fingers gently until they’re sliding effortlessly into my pussy. He tilts them, rubbing over a bundle of nerves inside me that has my knees going weak.
