MADISON

I ask Nicholas as I unlock my front door, “I wonder if Denise is still here. Ready?”

“Bring it.”

But the only one waiting is Bucky and he jumps on me first, then immediately clamors for Nicholas’s attention as we greet him with nearly equal enthusiasm. It’s hard to match a dog’s joy, though, isn’t it?

“Guess she went home.” I set down my purse and keys.

“Well, didn’t she say something about working tomorrow?”

He crosses to grab Bucky’s leash from my coffee table, peaceful and happy as he squats to attach it Bucky’s collar. “Hey now boy, ready for a poop? You holding it in, or what?”

“Wait—she left a note.” Holding it out, I show him that Denise walked Bucky before she left.

His eyebrows fly up and he unlatches the leash and tosses it dramatically against a wall as he marches toward me. “Sorry, Bucky. You can wait.”

I squeal and start running, laughing as he catches and picks me up.

"Oh no you don’t , Slugger!”

We didn’t hang around his apartment long after I made him cum before he wanted to. The plan was come back here and sleep at my place since I have the responsibility of a furry mongrel on my hands.

Nicholas backs me up against my wall and pulls my pants down.

I struggle with his zipper as our tongues go wild.

His fingers slip into my swollen folds and I throb instantly, my body grateful it’s finally getting touched. The craving for more is immediate and strong. Nicholas is hard in an instant. He pulls my left leg free and leaves the other one wrapped in bunched-up jeans and panties. Then he grumbles, “Fuck it,” and takes them all the way off. Kicking off his own next, he lifts me, kissing the whole way, carrying me to my sofa.

Our shirts are on, we didn’t need jackets tonight. The tight cotton gives under the pressure of our bodies as we crash onto the couch, my legs spread, his strong and beautiful body between them. He gives this sexy moan as his tip touches home, and presses in.

He locks eyes with me, our mouths parted as he slowly enters me inch by inch. The stretch is exquisite and extreme.

I whisper, “Go slow. You’re so big.”

He smirks, nods, and crashes a kiss into me that takes my breath away. I was having fun at his place, maintaining control, but now I’m mush in his capable hands.

I want to give everything to him.

Nicholas Cocker, the man of my dreams. How did this happen?

He claimed me, called me his.

Now he’s burning his brand onto my body and not just my heart.

I run light fingertips underneath his t-shirt to caress his sinewy back, and emotion tugs at my chest as he slowly starts fucking me with long, patient strokes, easing in, opening me so that my body can yield to his size.

We kiss each other and explore with our fingers as he ebbs his way in and out, each time a little deeper.

As soon as I’m relaxed on the inside, his steady momentum increases, and as I moan again and again, he becomes ravenous. I am gripping his hips and urging him deeper, completely at his mercy from now on.

I cry out, gasp, as heat presses from my core. Every sound I make, he responds to with an adjustment, finding the rhythm I need and forging in that incredible direction. His length edges pleasure from my tight walls as our tongues lace. Whenever he bears down, we lock eyes, him panting with me. A feverish heat bursts between my legs before I realize what’s happening.

I cry out, “Oh Nicholas!” shocked by the sound of my own voice, a sexy high-pitched pleading for this to never go away.

He growls, hisses, and tries to hold back. “I want to make you cum again.”

Whimpering, “Why didn’t we do this a long time ago?” I cling to him and enjoy his kisses as his stiffness slides in and out. Everything is blurry with pleasure. Heat pounds between my legs. I grip his back as I sigh, “Nicholas!”

His beautiful grin flashes before he grips me tighter, hips expertly gyrating. “Hey Slugger, guess what? I’m inside you. We’re finally fucking.”

I start laughing and that just makes my walls squeeze him. Nicholas reacts, growling with hunger, shaking his head as he commands himself, “Don’t cum yet. No.” The amber shards in his irises catch fire and he starts fucking me harder, faster. Every burst of his strong hips fills me, stretches me. I’m terribly wet and I know it’s driving him crazy. He pauses a second, panting, before smashing his mouth into mine with the best kiss of my life. He expertly guides my tongue and a sexy conversation begins. Our bodies start moving of their own accord. I feel his shaft thicken, his breath hitching with mine. With our lips clasped we cum together, the pulses thick, hot, mind-blowing.

Afterward we lie on top of each other for a long time, talking about our lives. At one point he traces my face and murmurs, “I never have to search for you again.”

I smile, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He tells me stories from his childhood. All of them include Matthew. And I describe some of the fun things Denise and I did, and some that were just plain wrong. Nicholas asks me about the cookies.

“She mentioned something about how you wouldn’t even eat a cookie?”

Laughing to myself, I share how she and I became friends. And he listens, resting on his elbow, attentive and relaxed. I could stay here forever.

Nicholas glances over as my dog lays his head on the sofa. “Did Denise take you out? She left you here crossing your legs, didn’t she?”

With sarcasm I laugh, “Yeah right. You know she walked him.”

“We’re not absolutely sure about that,” Nicholas argues as he gets up and puts on his jeans. “Did she leave a note?”

Pointing to the evidence I pick up my jeans and head for the bathroom. “You know she did!”

He crumbles it up. “No note, no certainty.”

I call back on a laugh, “Is this how it’s going to be with you two?”

Feigning innocence he insists, “I don’t know what you mean, Maddie,” and swipes the keys I tossed, throws and catches them while I clean up quickly with the bathroom door open, listening to him say, “My girl and I are going to walk the dog. The one I saved. After we just had amazing sex. I’m also spending the night. In her arms. In her other things, too. So who wins, Maddie, huh?! Me or your best friend since you were little?”

Stifling a laugh, I walk out and shake my head as I button up and put my shoes on while he attaches Bucky’s leash.

We walk out and Nicholas locks up my apartment as if it’s his. I’m not sure if he’s doing this to be funny, or chivalrous.

Either way…I like it.