Chapter Twenty-Eight
Everly
His glass of bourbon spilled onto the floor as I kissed him. I pulled away and tried cleaning it, but he shook his head and held my waist close to his.
“Don’t,” he said. I unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and slipped it off of his strong arms. His hands slid up and down my naked body, pressing hard against my skin as our lips played with one another.
“It’ll stain,” I said and bit his bottom lip. He gasped and flipped me around roughly, my back pressed against his.
“Good.” He growled in my ear and kissed my neck. I couldn’t contain my breathing; it was rough and shallow as he slipped a hand in between my thighs. His other hand cupped my breasts and massaged them, twisting the nipples until I was squirming in his arms.
He pushed me until we were in the bedroom, and he shoved his suitcases onto the floor. Clothes spilled out, fancy and expensive suits. I reached toward them, but he grabbed the tie that hung in between my breasts and forced me onto the bed.
“The only thing I’ve wanted all day was to taste you,” he said. I was leaning on my elbows staring down as he crawled toward my body. “You have no idea how badly I wanted that.”
“That’s the only thing you wanted?” I teased. His hand pushed against my chest until I was lying down, his head in between my thighs.
“You, naked, sprawled on my bed, is the only thing I can think of.” He trailed his hot mouth down my thigh, planting tiny kisses as he went, and then his mouth neared the juncture of my parted thighs, and his tongue darted out, flattening against me. I gasped and dug my fingers into the bed. He tasted me like he had been dying of thirst, sucking and licking and flicking his tongue on my most sensitive parts. I cried loudly, the euphoria washing over me in waves of pleasure. He didn’t slow down, in fact, he seemed as if he was only gaining speed.
But the moment my hips started to thrash and I was close to my release, he stopped abruptly and stood from the bed.
“Turn around,” he ordered. I hesitated for a split second, and Maddox growled. He slipped his hand around beneath my waist and forcefully turned me onto my stomach. “That’s better.”
The more he commanded and took charge, the wetter I became. His hand cupped my sex, and it seemed even he could tell just how much he was affecting me. He pulled my hips toward him while keeping my head pressed low against the bed.
“Tell me, were you fantasizing about this as well?” he asked, a low guttural sound in my ear.
“Every single night,” I said. “I thought about being in bed with you every single night.”
“Before we first made love?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I felt his thick rod press against my ass. He was hard and thick, and I began squirming just thinking about him inside of me.
“This is what you want, right?” he asked. I nodded, and a swift hand slapped my ass and squeezed it. He took control, squeezing my hips as he plunged deep inside of me. He didn’t take his time. He wasn’t slow, comforting, loving this time. His rhythmic motions were fast and hard. I pushed my head into the bed and cried as wave after wave of pleasure hit my body. This wasn’t making love; this was a raw, deep need that Maddox was exploring with me.
We both needed to feel powerful, in control, and as he found his power, I found my release again and again, in a neverending cycle of pleasure.
His strong arms flexed as he twisted my body toward him, and picked me up from beneath my thighs. I straddled him, grinding my sex against his, and he pushed my body against the wall as he entered me again. He carried me to the entertainment room, where he shoved the bottles of wine and bourbon off of the front bar and sat me on it, all the while still inside of me.
He moved us to every spot in the hotel, making sure that nothing was left out, until we ended at the window overlooking the neon signs of Las Vegas. He held me tightly and moaned loud in my ear, and I felt his stiff member twitch inside of me. My head turned to the side, my gaze spreading over streets full of tourists and street shows, as Maddox released his energy and passion into me. His hips buckled, pressing me even more against the glass, and his hands clenched tightly; one on my neck, the other on my ass.
He finished, but he didn’t let me go. I panted hard against his chest as we took a moment to stare at the beautiful scene just outside our room. His lips nibbled on my earlobe almost absentmindedly, until he finally sat me down.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes full of concern. I laughed; I couldn’t help it. We were still covered in sweat and our juices, there was a bruise forming on my ass, and I probably was going to have wet dreams of Maddox grabbing my hips and pushing himself inside of me with such force, and yet he was concerned about my well-being?
“I’m perfect,” I said. “Maybe a little sore.”
He chuckled, and we cleaned ourselves up. He poured us a glass of wine from one of the few bottles that remained, and we stood in front of the window watching the street shows.
“We can go see them tomorrow night, if you’d like?” Maddox suggested. “Unless you’re curious to see how my socks would look on your naked body?”
I laughed. “Maybe I’ll save that for breakfast.”
He seemed to find trouble with his next words. “Would you like to stay the night in my room?”
“Are you sure?” I looked at him searching his eyes for uncertainty. “You’re paying for it, and I wouldn’t want it to be wasted.” He smirked and gave me a condescending look. “Oh, that’s right, you don’t get the bill. Then sure, I’d like that.”
We got ready for bed together, and I ended up in his arms. My head rested on his chest, his arms tight around me as if we were made to fit, a perfect match.
“You know what?” I said, my voice hoarse and low from exhaustion.
“What?” The vibration of his voice melted into my back with his warm breath.
“I’m happy I found you,” I said. In the morning, I would blame the confession on all the wine and endorphins.
Maddox tightened his hold on me. “And I’m happy I won that bid,” he said. I laughed.
I thought of how nervous I was for the auction, how I thought I’d end up with some nasty old man who would try to take advantage. This was much different considering I was lying next to the winning bidder now. “Was it worth the 20,000?” I asked.
“Every cent and then some,” he said. I listened to his soft breathing and the sounds of the city around us as he drifted to sleep, and I joined him shortly after, content in his arms and never wanting it to end.