NICHOLAS

In my apartment, I close the door and watch Madison glance around with appreciation shining from her eyes.

“Nice place. You can tell a guy lives here. No frills. Not a lot of knick-knacks. I like it.”

I toss my keys in a bowl. “The only thing that was important to me when I furnished it was having a comfortable couch. My Uncle Jake and Aunt Drew have this overstuffed sectional I always loved sitting on. I found one just like it, same color and everything. My cousins called me out on it when they came here for my house-warming.” I do an impression of them, “That’s our couch! You stole our sofa, you thief!”

To test it out, she bounces a couple times and smiles at me. “Did you tell them you really did steal it?”

“Of course I did.”

“I would have.” At the changed look in my eyes, she pauses. “My breasts just bounced, didn’t they?”

My voice deepens. “They did.”

She tilts her chin toward the cushion, gesturing for me to join her. “What do you want to watch?”

Snatching the remote from an accent table, I stroll over and take a seat beside her. Fully committed to keeping my hands to myself, I ask, “You in the mood for a comedy?”

“Always.”

As we stare at my ‘invisible-screen’, movie choices zipping by, the scent of feminine shampoo drifts into my nose, just like it did in the car. Enjoying the freshness of her, the nearness and warmth of her, I breathe it in but keep my eyes on the screen.

“See anything you like, Slugger?”

I glance down as her hand slides up my thigh, over my crotch, and holds there. My eyebrows are up as I meet her gaze.

“I can’t see anything through these jeans, Nicholas. Why don’t you take them off?”

A short, surprised laugh bursts out, and questions are in my eyes. Madison answers them by dropping her eyelashes to watch as she gives my dick a couple of slow rubs.

He awakes with a start, shouting, “About time!”

Down buddy, not too fast.

“I want her!”

I know. I do, too.

Voice soft, Maddie asks, rubbing once more, “What are you waiting for? You need a more direct invitation?”

Taking her hand I rub again as my length grows, eyelids growing heavier with need.

Now can I have her?

Maybe.

Madison climbs on top of my lap, straddling me. She grips the hem of her t-shirt, tugs it over her head, revealing a black bra as she shakes her sweet-smelling hair out. “You’re invited.”

Now can I have her?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Groaning, I take in the view of ample flesh rising and falling with her breathing, sloped beautifully atop her overstuffed bra.

I massage her fluffy mounds, thumb these taut nipples with hungry dedication, the silky fabric a tease between us.

Dipping down, I kiss the exposed flesh as her fingers shyly slide into my hair, drifting down my neck.

Rapid goosebumps light up skin, inspiring a shiver as I cup her, slide one impatient hand around, unsnap this barrier, slide it off, freeing her.

Moldable breasts tumble into view and my breath catches.

In response, Madison bravely arches just a little, slightly thrusting her gorgeous chest out, nipples aroused.

As I massage her, she starts to yield to me, our eyes locked. I buck my hips up, crash our crotches into each other. The pressure is pure thirst.

Her eyelashes dip as she gulps.

It feels like I found the key to a door she’s kept carefully hidden from everyone but me. Everything happened so fast in that warehouse, and it was dark—we were distracted by the danger of it all.

But now…

It’s just me and Madison.

She’s opening up.

“I want it all,” I groan, bucking again and massaging her tits. She sighs and throws her head back, but thinks twice, locking eyes with me, hers worried that she looks dumb.

I grind on her, beg her, “Do it again. Throw your head back.”

She bites her lip, but gives it a try.

“Yeah, that’s it. Your breasts look incredible. And this exposed part of your neck…” I run a finger down it, then my lips travel up ever so slowly as I rasp into her trembling skin. “…it shows trust.”

Her fingers slip into my hair again, a little firmer this time. As I bend to lick her nipples and the feathery skin around them, I buck my hips, thrusting my bulge against the heat of her crotch.

“Your jeans are on fire,” I groan, closing my eyes and burying my face in her cleavage. “Can you feel the heat building?”

“Uh huh,” she breathes.

We grind some more, the demand for penetration becoming desperate in both of us. Her moans grow more courageous, hot as fuck, and I’m dying here.

My cock is attempting to punch his way out.

Suddenly I hear myself asking, voice deep and thick with desire for her, “Will you be my girl, Maddie?”

“What?” She searches my eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I want to give this a real shot.” Kissing her lips I explore her for a second and confess, “Don’t want to be without you anymore.”

Her fingers trail along my shoulders, down my biceps, finally tugging at the sleeves of my t-shirt.

“Nicholas,” she murmurs and kisses me. This kiss is Madison’s answer. She embraces me, presses herself as close as she can, breaking free of my lips to burrow into my neck. “Please don’t hurt me.”

I flip her on her back, laying on top of her. “I’m fucking terrified, just so you know.”

She smiles up at me, soft dark brown hair splayed out on a silver throw pillow. “Really?”

“Yeah, really,” I smirk, “But I don’t give a fuck. Terrified is better than bored any day.”

We kiss for a very long time, tongues tasting, dancing, molding, communicating. It’s a bond I feel with her, that’s what’s different. I know that now.

I pause, catching my breath and thinking how to word this. “I want to clear something up before I strip you all the way naked.” Kissing her nose, her lips, her chin, I close my eyes a second and then look at her. “You’ve made a pretty big deal about my reputation, so I need to address something, make it really fucking clear to you. This isn’t just sex for me, with you. My heart is in it this time, Maddie.” I frown, because there’s a tug in my chest. “I’ve never asked someone to be mine before. Ever. So…I need something from you.”

She traces the back of my neck, sending more goosebumps flying as she guesses what I’m going to ask of her. “You want me to drop the past.”

“Yes. If we’re going to do this, we start fresh. That was them, us is now.”

Madison smiles, “Nice twist of an old proverb.”

“You like that?” I smile.

Biting her lip, she nods. “I think to start something real, that’s a great place to start.”

“Something that lasts.”

She blinks at me, surprised.

Done with talking, I kiss her deeply, embracing her, enjoying the soft moans she gives. We grind for a little while until I’m too fucking hard to take this any more. “Mine,” I murmur, and run my tongue just inside her parted lips.

Getting on my knees, I pull up her foot, slide her sneaker off and rub the arch of her foot, my fingers wrapped around her colorful sock as her toes stretch on her breathy, “That feels good!”

I reach for the other sneaker, toss it aside and rub that foot, too, digging my thumbs into both arches, massaging the balls, the heel, too, with sensual strokes. Her eyes are closed, breasts draped by gravity’s pull.

Gotta take the sweet opportunity to drink her in with my thirsty gaze until I mutter a guttural, “All mine.”

She peeks out of tiny slits, and smiles. “Keep saying that, Nicholas. I love it a little too much.”

Pulling off her socks, I toss them. “Mine.”

I go for her jeans, unzip them at an agonizingly slow rate. “Mine.”

Bending down I lick just above the lace rim of her panties, “Mine,” and run my tongue along it before I rise to undress her.

“Not fair that you’re dressed,” she teases as she covers her naked, curly triangle.

I have never yanked my shirt off so fast. The look in her eyes inspires a satisfied smirk. “You like my chest?”

Madison nods. “Are you…?” and stares at me without the courage to finish the thought.

So I finish it for her.

“Yours?”

Her lips part as she nods, eyes wide with disbelief as her fingers reach toward me. I step closer so she can touch me. I exhale a slow, audible breath as she drags her nails down my abs and then tiptoes her fingers over to trace both edges of my V.

Tugging the belt-line down, she throws this naughty look up. “Yes…mine.”

Chuckling, I unzip. “Wait ’til you see this.” Tugging my jeans and boxer briefs down I watch her eyes nearly pop at the size of my shaft. She reaches for it.

“Nicholas, you’re massive!”

Warm fingers wrap around my concrete erection. A rushed groan breaks free as I close my eyes a beat. She tries to stroke me but it’s tentative, fumbling, so I cover her hand with my own and guide her.

“Drag your hand firmly to the base, like this. Tease me, but not too soft. When I’m alone, I don’t brush my fingers along the shaft, I pull at it. That’s it. Enjoy the power of it. Give it a good grip and pull. The tip is more sensitive so you can lighten up there, or pull the skin up so that it’s covering the rim. Oh yeah, feel that?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hums, then surprises me by wrapping her lips around my mushroom head and giving it a few moist licks. I’m so hard for her I’m leaking, and she sucks that right into her greedy mouth as she starts to stroke and tongue me.

“That’s right,” I murmur, touching her hair. Not too hard or demanding. Don’t want to scare her off. “Enjoy it. Play around. Your body will tell you what to do.”

She skates her extended tongue down the side all the way to my base, then runs her wet lips back up, opening her mouth wide and taking me in as far as she can.

Heat pulses into me, unabated.

I flex, tense with desire.

She moves faster.

Then slows down.

Torments me.

It’s all so new with her that I almost lose control and burst right here. “Holy shit, Slugger, hold on a second.”

But Maddie doesn’t listen. She massages my foundation a little harder, licks while she sucks, takes her fingers and brushes the space just underneath my sack, and that’s it…I’m a goner.

I start apologizing, a primal grunt of, “Sorry, I’m so sorry,” as I jerk and gush into her mouth. But my girl is smiling like this is what she wanted. She starts laughing.

Blinking and panting I grimace as she keeps going.

When I’m past the end I have to pull free, beg her, “Stop! I can’t take it. Wow! I’m a wreck, cut it out!”

Madison stands up and searches, naked, for my bathroom. It only takes her a second and I collapse onto the couch and listen to her washing out her mouth. When she returns, that curvaceous hip rests against the door jamb entrance to my living room. She winks at me and smirks, “Mine.”