“Fuck me,” I say when his mouth falls to my ear. “I’m throbbing, Maddox. I’m throbbing so hard, I can feel it all the way to my toes.”

“Shit,” he mutters as his pace picks up. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are.”

“So hot, Maddox. Please don’t . . . ahhh,” I scream as he swivels his hips.

The need to touch him, to feel him, to move my hands is overwhelming and frustrating all at the same time, and combined with the orgasm that’s building and building between my legs, has tears filling my eyes.

Pulling up, he stares down at our connection, so I do the same. And I’m granted with the sight of his defined abs rolling over and over, digging his hips into mine. The V in his pelvis, the bulge rubbing against me, the way his pecs fire up and the sweat that caresses his skin, it’s all too much. The first spark of my orgasm is set off.

“Fuck, Maddox. I’m going to come.”

“Let me hear it then.”

He moves faster. His hips flying so fast that my core turns numb, my spine coils where the pressure builds. My vision blurs, blacks. My head thrashes to the side and on one last thrust, my orgasm spikes through my body, shooting my spine straight and my chest high as my legs tighten around Maddox’s hips.

“Yes,” I wail. “God, yes, Maddox.”

He grunts something unintelligible and then buries his head in my shoulder as he bites down and comes. His hips flying fast and then stilling, the guttural sound that comes out of his mouth, so damn sexy.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls out on a heavy breath and then kisses the side of my neck. He releases my hands, and I’m finally able to touch him. His back is sweaty, his skin like an inferno, and when he lifts up to look at me, I see the pleasure and strain he went through. For me.

I cup his cheek and say, “I feel like that’s something we should have done back in high school.”

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, probably. I guess just making up for lost time, huh?”

“Did you ever want to do that with me in high school?”

He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t allow myself to think about you like that.”

“Me either.”

He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes intent on my mouth. “But now, I’m taking full advantage of being yours.”

“I hope so.” I smile into his kiss and let him do just that.

Chapter Seventeen

MADDOX

I feel like a doof.

I have the biggest smile on my face, and I can’t seem to wipe it off no matter how hard I try.

I guess that’s what happens when you finally give in to feelings you’ve been carrying around for years. You become a giddy schoolboy.

“Good morning,” Kinsley says, walking into the living room, wearing her typical work pants and animal-loving shirt. Her hair is half pinned back, and she looks fresh. I also don’t miss the smile that’s spread across her face as well.

Mornings are one of my favorite times with her, when I get to see her in the light from the sunrise, still catch a little bit of sleep in her eyes and share a cup of coffee with her before we go our separate ways for the day. Even though it’s a tragic hour for her to be awake, and she can be grumpy at times, I still love it.

“Good morning,” I say, holding out a cup of coffee to her that she takes with ease and leans against the counter across from me.

Together, we sip our coffee, staring at each other, smiles stretching out for miles.

Breaking the silence, I say, “You look like you got dry-humped last night.”

She snorts and pulls her mug away before wiping her nose. “Oh my God, why, Maddox?”

I chuckle. “Seemed like a fun thing to say. And it’s true. You look happier.”

“So do you, but I’m happy because you’re home, not because you drove your dick on top of me like a horny teenager.”

“I haven’t done that in God knows how long, and I’m kind of addicted to it now.”

“I noticed, when you came at me again last night, but had me ride you instead.”

“Admit it, that was hot.”

Her smiles grows even larger from over the rim of her mug. “It was.”

“Maybe we stick to dry-humping, as we seem to have a good grasp on that.”

“Is that what you really want? To never fuck me, feel my pussy clench around your cock, tease and pluck my nipples until I come from foreplay?”

I stand there, my briefs growing tight, my upper lip starting to sweat from the thought of having her like that.

Her eyes drop to my briefs and then back to my eyes. “I’m guessing you do.”

Unashamed, I set my cup down, place both hands on the counter behind me and allow her to get an unobstructed view. “Guess what happens when you turn me on?”

“I have to take care of it for you?” she asks with a roll to her eyes.

“That, or you have to watch me take care of it.” I reach down into my briefs and grip my cock, hard, allowing myself to grow as I stare at her, as my eyes wander up and down her body, mainly pausing at her breasts.

I get harder, the more I take her in, the more I envision her mouth falling to my cock and taking me inside her wet heat.

I watch as she stares, as she sets her cup down, and as she starts to move toward me. Still in my briefs, not revealing anything, she reaches to where my hand is and says, “Let go.”

I remove my hand, my breath heavy with anticipation as I await her next move. I don’t know what it’s going to be, but I have a feeling from the lust in her eyes I’m going to like it no matter what.

Her hands fall to my hips and slip under the waistband of my boxer briefs. She slides them down over the globe of my ass as she steps closer, my erection pressing against her. She glides her fingers inward, further and further until they press along my crack.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out husky and turned on.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I do as she says, and that’s when she slides her hand all the way down until she reaches a spot that has never been touched before.

Instead of shying away, I relax and let her tease me. With her first pass, she glances up at me, but I don’t flinch. I blow out a much-needed breath and relax. Her eyes sharpen with passion as she passes again.

When I don’t tell her to move away, she spreads me with one hand and then circles me with her finger and then gently tips in and out. I hiss out a response as I feel myself grow even more. With no lube, she doesn’t do much, just teases me.

“Do you like that?”

“A lot,” I answer, open about everything sexual.

“No one has let me touch them here, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Do whatever the fuck you want to my body, Kin. As long as it’s you, I don’t care what happens.”

She bites down on her lower lip, excitement brimming in her eyes. “You would let me do anything?”

“Why the fuck not? I trust you.”

Stepping away, she looks wild as she says, “Lie down, I’ll be right back.”

“On the tile?”

“Yup.”

As she starts to walk away, I call out, “You don’t have to do anything, Kin. I can take care of my dick in the shower. I don’t want you to feel like I pressured you.”

She looks over her shoulder with a smile as she retreats to the bedroom. “Trust me, if I thought you were pressuring me, I’d let you know. I’m good with anticipation but also having fun in the meantime.”

Hell . . . me too.

I lie down on the tile, not adjusting one damn thing, but wait for my girl instead.

I hear a buzzing sound before I see her come into view, but when she passes by the counter, holding a very thin vibrator and lube, I have a feeling my morning is about to get a whole hell of a lot better.

Still fully clothed, she kneels to the side of me and says, “I am going to have so much fun watching you come, right here on the kitchen floor.”

Jesus Christ, when I thought about sex with Kinsley, I never considered her coming at me with a vibrator and lube, but hell am I happy about it.

I’m adventurous in bed, I’ll do pretty much anything, but I’ve never found someone who wants to explore with me. I’ve done a few things here and there, but nothing that tapped into my unconventional, adventurous spirit. Until my girl, Kinsley.

She sets the vibrator and the lube down and then grips my boxer briefs, pulling them all the way off my body, causing my cock to spring up toward my stomach. It’s the first time she’s seeing my cock and I watch as she takes me in. Her eyes widen briefly before they become heady and full of desire.

Gingerly she reaches out and grips the top of my cock, her thumb rubbing over the tip.

“Reverse Prince Albert piercing,” she says on an almost sigh, like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. “God, I think I just came seeing this.” Her thumb rubs over the piercing, her gaze intense as she licks her lips. She glances up at me. “This is really fucking hot, Maddox.”

“It’s hotter when it’s inside of you.”