Madison
“What do you want to do today?” Connor asked as she entered the medical room the next morning.
Maddy stopped as she realized he was clad only in his underwear. He was turned to the side, but she still caught a glimpse of his large bulge. Cheeks flushing, she turned around. Several responses to his question darted through her mind, all of them influenced by what she had just seen, and none of them appropriate to voice.
Clearing her throat, she let Connor know that they weren’t going to be doing much, as he needed to rest.
“I feel fine,” he told her. “Honestly, I do. They brought me a huge breakfast to help restore my energy, and now I’m good to go.” He waved at the scattered piles of dishes.
Maddy felt her eyebrows rise. There were enough plates there to feed a family of six! How the hell did someone afford to be a shifter?
“Yeah, nice try, mister,” she told him as he finally pulled on a fresh pair of shorts. Part of her felt sad at that, so she consoled herself with eyeballing the hell out of his muscular body. He reached up to pull on a shirt, the thirty-six pack of abs rippling delightfully as he pulled it on. Okay, maybe it was only twenty-four. She didn’t want to spend her time counting them, only watching. The white material clung tightly to his large biceps, doing nothing but enhancing the muscles they struggled to contain.
She swallowed hard as her body reacted to the show going on in front of her. Nipples hardened, rubbing gently against the material of her bra. She silently said thanks for her choice to wear the one with the extra thick padding that morning. The last thing she wanted was to make her reaction obvious. Now if she could just stop herself from staring…
“Maddy?”
“Huh?” She blinked twice, looking away from the massive mound of muscles and into the sea-blue eyes that were staring at her.
“I asked if you had eaten.”
“Oh, yeah, I had a little,” she said, finally getting herself under control, and purposefully ignoring the sly grin that crossed Connor’s face. It disappeared just as quickly, but she had seen it.
Damn. Now he’s going to want to talk about our little makeout session yesterday.
Was that a bad thing? The thought had come to her unbidden, but now that Maddy thought about it, she didn’t know what she wanted. She barely knew Connor, and yet, she would be lying if she tried to say they didn’t have any sort of chemistry together.
Most men were intimidated by her, or reacted the complete opposite. Some of them got so worked up by her strength and desire to do as she pleased, that they tried extra hard to exert their control. It was extremely annoying. Maddy knew she was strong-willed, and wasn’t willing to give it up. But she didn’t want a man who turned to mush either. She wanted someone who would respect her independence and smarts, but could still “be the man” when necessary.
It might have been an outdated concept in the changing world, but being taller and more muscular than many, she found that when a man did the little things, like holding the door, or pulling out her chair at a restaurant, it made her feel more feminine and beautiful. It was something she had a hard time feeling on her own. So Maddy knew she needed a mix of old-fashioned and modern, all mixed into one man.
Was that Connor?
“Well, I’m not staying cooped up in this room all day,” he said, moving past her, his body dragging purposefully along hers as he moved to the door. “So at a minimum I’m going to move around the club.”
He pulled the door open and held it, gesturing for her to precede him.
Maybe.
Fighting back a delighted smile, she cruised through the door and then headed toward the dance floor. Although she had spent much of her time with Connor, waiting for him to wake, Maddy had had enough time to wander the club and its back rooms to familiarize herself with the layout. She did it partly out of curiosity, but also to learn the exits, in case trouble followed them. It irked her to realize how quickly she was becoming paranoid, but it irked her less to know it might keep her alive.
Oddly enough, Maddy had a small affinity for being alive, and would prefer to keep it that way.
“Where am I allowed to go?” Connor asked, moving up alongside her on the right. His left hand dangled at his side.
“I’m not sure you’re allowed anywhere,” she said sternly.
She let her right hand fall to her side.
“I am somewhat thirsty. They must have water somewhere around here, right?” Connor asked.
Maddy nodded, distracted momentarily as their hands brushed lightly against each other. She liked the warmth he seemed to exude from within. Every time they touched, she was thrust into the heat. Although she didn’t suffer from the constant feeling of cold that many women did, Maddy still enjoyed a good dose of heat, and Connor seemed to produce it in spades. She spent a moment daydreaming about lying curled up with him, watching a movie while she basked in his radiating warmth.
“It looks so different during the day,” she muttered as they entered the dance floor.
Normal lighting was on, illuminating the bar in a way its nightly patrons would never see. Even the few lights turned on at the end of the night were nothing compared to the full glow that illuminated every last corner just then. There certainly were no corners to sneak off to, to perform drunken acts that would shock the sober mind when it remembered.
Connor grabbed her hand suddenly, and tugged her after him. “This way,” he proclaimed, making a beeline for one of the closest bars.
Maddy didn’t fight it, enjoying the contact with him, and trying to decipher if the tingle she felt was some sort of static electric charge, or just the result of the backflips her stomach was doing at holding his hand. He hadn’t just taken her hand in his, he had purposefully entangled his fingers in hers first.
“We are not getting drunk!” she protested, trying to slow him down.
“What?” he turned with a frown. Seeing the look on her face he barked a laugh. “My dear Maddy, while I am a rogue, a scoundrel, a,” he paused. “A—”
“Yes, yes,” she said dryly. “I’m sure you’re all of those things. But you’re still not getting drunk.”
He slapped his free hand to his heart, then tugged her close with their enjoined hands.
“You hurt my honor,” he said, pretending to be hurt.
She snorted, not believing the act for a second. “You’re hopeless. But no beer!”
Crestfallen, he nodded. “What about a bottle of water?” he asked piteously.
Arching an eyebrow, she nodded, then before he could react pulled him toward her, and spun past him. Now she was closest to the bar. Without letting go of his hand, she moved through the opening in the bar, and tugged him to the side. They were still holding hands, but now she was behind the bar, and he was in front of it, their arms resting on the bartop itself.
“What can I get you?” she asked, affecting an air of disinterest, trying to mimic any normal bartender after about half an hour of work, tired of drunk idiots.
Connor let his mouth hang open a bit while his eyes closed slightly, and he began to weave back and forth, playing along.
“Why, you beautiful creature you, I’ll take one of your most expensive bottles.”
“Bottle of what?” she asked with a roll of her eyes.
“That new stuff,” he slurred, doing an admirable impression of an annoying drunk. “That Dihydrogen Monoxide I’ve heard so much about. Apparently that stuff is the shit.”
Maddy couldn’t help herself; she burst into laughter. His impression was just too spot on. He truly sounded like a drunk moron trying to sound smart.
“Take your damn Dihydrogen Monoxide,” she giggled, letting go of his hand so she could reach under the counter and open a mini fridge. She pushed the bottle of water across the bar at him.
“Ah, just what I wanted!” Connor gloated, spinning the cap off and taking a long swig.
Maddy came back around the bar, her own bottle of “dihydrogen monoxide” in hand. What a silly way to refer to H20, or water.
Still, he had made her not only smile, but truly laugh, a relaxing feeling that helped her cope with all the things going on.
“Connor,” she said, wanting to voice a question she had had for a while.
“Yes?” He turned to look at her, and judging by the expression on his face, he knew that he needed to answer this question seriously.
“What happens once I get to Genesis Valley?”
He paused mid-step, putting the cap back on his bottle before shoving it in his back pocket. Without waiting for an invitation, he reached out with his long arms and pulled her in close, wrapping her tight in his muscles. It still made for such a sharp contrast, to know just how much power was contained in his form, and to then feel the tenderness of his touch as she was just now. The two couldn’t be farther from each other, and yet she knew that it was those polar opposites that formed the man standing in front of her right then.
Maddy shook her head mentally. How had she come this far in such a short period of time? She knew that shifters’ emotions worked differently than a normal human’s. If a bond was going to form, it formed much quicker than it took for a human to come to the same depth of emotional involvement. That was why shifters often saw and recognized their mates in what, to humans at least, seemed like an instant. As the daughter of a shifter, she knew that wasn’t the truth, though it still happened very quickly.
Could the same thing be happening to her, right then and there? It seemed far-fetched. She wasn’t a shifter, after all. She was only a half-blood. While to Maddy that wasn’t a bad thing, she did wish she had another presence inside of her that could confirm what the hell was going on between her and Connor. It would certainly make things less confusing for her.
“What happens to you, is up to you,” he said, stressing the word. She knew then that he had seen through her question, to understand what she was really asking.
What is going to become of us?
Connor’s life, his job, was set in King City. He was part of the Underground, helping shifters to escape the city before the Agency got ahold of them. That’s the way it was, and the way it had to be. She could not, would not allow him to abandon such an important task for her.
Maddy just wished there was a way she could be of help instead of a hindrance.
“I’ve never really fit in anywhere,” she said at last, stepping back from his embrace. “I had twenty-five years to fit in here in King City, and I failed miserably. How am I going to manage in a brand-new place?”
Connor, to her surprise, smiled at her. Taking her hand, he tugged her over to one of the couches in the VIP area where they sat down together, his arm around her, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
“You seem to be fitting in just fine around here,” he remarked. “It’ll be even easier in Genesis Valley.”
“Why is that?” She didn’t think she had been fitting in, but at the same time, if Maddy was honest with herself, she hadn’t felt out of place either.
“It’s all shifters. By the sounds of it, you’ve been interacting with the normal, human world. You had a hard time of it. You’ve only been here for a day and you already seem to be carving a place out. This is a mixture of shifters and humans. Imagine if we put you in an environment of all shifters,” he said, his eyes looking faraway as he said it.
Then he laughed. “You’d be running the place inside a week!”
Maddy laughed. Though she didn’t actually believe him, the compliment was still nice to hear.
Then she sobered quickly. “Once I’m safe there, you’re going to come back here, aren’t you?”
Connor did not hesitate. “Yes,” he said firmly. “I need to be here, where I can make a difference. I have the training, and the skills, to help the shifters here. It would be wrong of me to abandon them.” He paused, his sea-blue eyes drilling in to her. “No matter how much I may wish to.”
She swallowed hard at the overt indication that he didn’t want to leave her. It was the most forthright statement either of them had made about having anything more than a physical relationship.
“Could I...” she hesitated.
“Go on,” he prodded.
“What if I stayed too?” she asked.
Connor shook his head emphatically. “No. Not an option. The Agency knows who you are now. You wouldn’t be safe going out in public. You’re human, Maddy. They would get to you.” He grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
She felt anger blossom inside of her. Not at his words, since they were true. No, she was angered at the truth inside them. She was human. Maddy didn’t have a problem with that; she didn’t feel that it was inferior. But in this situation, in the shifter world, it was a liability. She hated being a liability.
Maddy thought about arguing, about telling him that she could be helpful, and that she deserved the choice to put herself in danger. That was where the argument fell flat, however. None of the other humans helping in the Underground were known to the Agency. They weren’t in danger at this time. Maddy could choose to put herself in danger all she wanted. But if the Agency found her, and tracked her, they could find all of the others. So not only would she be putting herself in danger, but she would be endangering everyone else. She couldn’t do that. It wasn’t right.
So Maddy knew she would go to Genesis Valley, and that she would probably never see Connor again.
“Do you ever, um, go back?” she asked. “On vacation or something?”
He smiled, pulling her tight. “I’m generally there for two to three days a month, sometimes more,” he explained. “Normally when we extract someone from the city, one of the four of us goes with them all the way to ensure they stay safe. We do that in rotating shifts. We’ve only been here fighting them for two months now, but I’ve been back six times so far myself.”
Maddy nodded, but she was frowning. “If that’s the case, how come two went with my dad?”
“Contingency.” He shrugged. “If we were ever to get ambushed like we did getting your father out, we were all to go. That way they wouldn’t know the faces of any of the others, only the ones they caught.”
“Ah,” she said. “I wondered why they didn’t jump off the train and come back to fight.”
Connor nodded. “Trust me, they wanted to. I would have wanted to as well, if I were in their place. But we have to look at the greater good here. If they catch us, that puts a serious dent in the Underground’s abilities to get the city shifters out of here.”
“But when you leave, won’t you all be gone?” she asked.
“For a short while, yes. But Jared, our leader, should be back tomorrow. So there won’t be much time where no one is around. The rest of us will get back as soon as we can.”
Maddy fell silent. She had another question she wanted to ask, but wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
Connor took that moment to lift her chin with his fingers, until she was angled back just enough for him to kiss her.
She inhaled sharply as his lips pressed against hers, their mouths opening slightly as they explored. His tongue flicked out quickly, and she responded. It was like a game, but one that awoke something within her.
“Wait,” she hissed, kissing him hard before pulling back.
“What? What did I do?” he asked, looking worried.
Maddy shook her head. “I need to ask you something, before…” she trailed off, not wanting to verbalize it in case it jinxed anything.
“Ask away,” he said. “I have no secrets from you.”
Taking a deep breath, she asked the question she needed to know. “Why did you end up in Genesis Valley?”
Connor hesitated.
Maddy sat up in surprise. She didn’t force him to keep speaking, but his body language told her that this wasn’t something he had intended on discussing just then. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good. She braced herself for whatever he told her.
“When I was younger,” he began, looking up at something only he could see. A distant memory, perhaps. “I was not a good person. I wandered the country, taking what I wanted, when I wanted it. Food, clothes, things like that. Petty crime. At one point, I met a girl. We talked a lot, flirted, and began to spend time together. We had to be careful though; her parents were wealthy, and didn’t want her spending time with a homeless boy, let alone a shifter.”
He snorted. “I actually think they would have preferred if I were just homeless.”
Maddy smiled.
“Anyway,” he continued. “One of the other boys caught us, and threatened to tell her parents about her spending time with me, and doing things teenage boys and girls do. We ignored him, thinking it was bullshit. So one night, I was late for our meetup. I get there, and she’s nowhere to be seen. I found her scent and followed it. She’d been there. I found her just in time to see her take a gun from her purse, and shoot this other guy. I ran to her. She was shaking, and her clothing was torn up. This guy had been trying to get what he knew I had, in the worst kind of way.”
She felt her hands rise to her mouth as he continued to speak, telling her the story of his youth. The pain in his voice was so thick it reached out and slapped at her. Maddy hadn’t meant for this to be a traumatic retelling of his childhood. She figured he had beat someone up or something.
“The sirens sounded so fast,” he said softly. “We had seconds, perhaps. The other guy was on the ground, screaming in pain. So I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her, rubbed some of my spit on her face to leave DNA, told her to run, and then I shot her in the arm. Then I shot him in the head. I led the police on a merry chase, ensuring they knew I was behind everything, taunting them about how I had kidnapped the girl, forced her to do what I wanted.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Her parents had threatened to disown her if she saw me again. To cut her off from their money, put her out on the street, all that. She told me she was okay with that, that she loved me enough to do it, but I knew the truth. I cared for her, but I was only sixteen. I didn’t know where I would be the next week, let alone the rest of my life. I loved her, but she wasn’t the one. So I made a cover story as best I could, that she was innocent, and that I had done everything, in a way that wouldn’t get her disowned.”
Connor licked his lips. “Last I heard, she was running a company that helped kids on the street gain life skills and enter the workforce. She was doing pretty well with it. So something good came out of all that, in the end.”
“Oh.” It was so inadequate of a statement after all that he had just told her, but Maddy was at a loss for real words. She had to say something though. Anything. “So you gave up your life to protect her?”
He smiled ruefully. “As it turned out, I think I actually only started my life after that. I dodged the police and headed for Genesis Valley, which was a place I’d only heard about from other shifters once or twice. When I got there, I got put into the training program. Twelve years later, here I am.”
“But why did you shoot him again?” she asked.
Connor’s eyes hardened. “She wasn’t the first girl he had put his hands on. I just didn’t have any proof until then, but there were at least six others I was positive of. Two of whom he killed.”
Maddy shuddered.
“I didn’t like it, but I would be lying if I said I regret it. The world is a better place without him in it.”
“There is a lot more to you than I imagined,” she said at last, digesting the information dump about his past.
A part of her had known that Connor killed. She had, after all, seen it in action that first night. Or at least she had heard it happen. But to know it in the back of her head, and then to hear it first hand from his mouth, were two very separate things indeed. If it weren’t for the honesty and conviction in his voice, she would probably have felt very different about him. Connor knew that he was good at what he did, but he only did it if it was right. That was what she had gotten from the story.
He did what he had to, to protect the girl, to make her look innocent, even going so far as shooting her in the arm. That seemed a little extreme to her, but then again, at sixteen, it may have seemed like it was necessary. She wasn’t there, and it was very easy to judge something like that in hindsight. But to be there, in the moment, it may have felt necessary to make her look innocent.
“And here I thought you were just some street creep who liked to stare at me,” she told him, smiling to lighten the mood.
“What?” he looked at her in shock. “A creep?”
She laughed, the noise sounding good after such a serious conversation. “You stared at me for a good long time on the side of the street. I thought you were some creep! Then to my surprise, an hour later you’re at my door, trying to rescue me.”
To Maddy’s surprise, Connor flushed a deep red as she laughed.
“Are you blushing?” she exclaimed.
“I didn’t mean to be creepy,” he told her through his embarrassment, not acknowledging her question. “It’s just–”
He stopped abruptly.
“Just what?” she prodded, leaning in closer to him.
“It was your eyes,” he said, the blue in his eyes flaring even brighter as he spoke, the intensity of his emotions seeping into his gaze. “I’ve never seen any more beautiful before.”
Her giggling died abruptly as he spoke.
“It was your eyes that I noticed,” she replied after a moment’s hesitation. “They’re so blue. I noticed them right through your mask when you came to my door.” She paused. “I still notice them every time you look at me like that,” she finished, feeling slightly out of breath as she continued to stare at him.
The tension was no longer awkward between them. It was electric. Madison could feel the power almost crackling in the thin hairs on her arm as the skin there neared his.
“Connor, I—”
His finger pressed against her lips as he continued to gaze at her, their eyes saying nothing, and yet speaking volumes at the same time.
“Where did you sleep last night?” he asked.
She frowned slightly at what seemed to be a random question.
“Flint gave me keys to a room.” Her voice grew very quiet as she realized where he was going with it.
“Show me,” he commanded.
Breathlessly she nodded, taking his hand and pulling him along. Madison felt as if she were floating as she showed Connor to her room, neither of them speaking a word as they went, so obsessed with each other they ignored the world at large.
She fiddled with the key, taking far longer than should have been necessary to finally turn it in the lock. The room itself was sparse. There was a small bed in the back left corner. A little dresser with four drawers to the right of it. A chair and a small desk completed the windowless room.
It was perfect.
Connor entered the room after her, his large presence immediately making it feel smaller.
No, not smaller, she corrected. More intimate.
There was no avoiding him now. Not that she wanted to. Madison felt herself actually initiate, by reaching out to press one hand gently on his firm stomach, feeling his abs through the material of his shirt. Was she really doing this? Was this actually about to happen?
Connor’s hand slid across her waist and onto her rear, cupping one of her cheeks and pulling her closer to him. Instinctively her hands braced herself on his chest, fingers splayed across the broad muscle. Even her long fingers couldn’t cover the muscle on their own; that’s how naturally big he was. It wasn’t bulky, awkward muscle either. It was just his natural powerful size.
An image of him easily holding her up against a wall flashed through her mind, causing Madison to blush, despite neither of them having said a word.
Whereas before when they had kissed, Madison had always felt a stillness and a desperate need to preserve the moment, this time there was none. It was a flurry of hesitant but frantic motion as she tugged off his shirt seconds before he removed hers. Madison hissed in delight as strong, warm hands cupped her breasts as Connor removed her bra. Skilled fingers played across her nipples, causing her back to arch slightly as she pressed into him.
Connor lowered his head back to hers, hungry lips searching for each other as they explored each other. Her hands finally touched each and every muscle and part of his body that she had seen earlier, though she still didn’t dip below his waist. Madison was eager to feel and see what his boxers had been hiding the day before, but she was too preoccupied with kissing him to proceed just then.
A soft moan slipped from her mouth as one large hand quested below her belt, fingernails dragging lightly across the jeans she wore as he ran it up and down her inner leg.
Madison shivered in response, but she didn’t stop him. Connor continued to tease her, inching ever closer between her legs, but never quite going far enough to give her what she really wanted.
“Not fair,” she begged a few minutes later as her clit began to ache for attention, scattering all her other thoughts.
Connor just grinned, taking the moment to nuzzle his head into her neck, his teeth gently nipping at the skin there. With his lips on her neck, one hand playing with her nipple and the other tantalizingly close to dipping between her legs, Madison couldn’t take it anymore.
Pushing his hands aside, she dropped to her knees, eager to have some fun of her own. Running her fingers across his jeans, she easily found the bulge of his cock. Using both hands, she traced the outline of it repeatedly, always leaving at least half an inch between her fingers and his cock.
Fair is fair.
When he began to growl in helpless frustration, Madison looked up at him, batting her eyes innocently. At the same time her fingers found his belt and took it off. She saw hope blossom on his face as she peeled his jeans from him, leaving only his boxers.
Almost immediately his cock sprang toward her, straining eagerly against the much thinner and stretchier material of his boxers. Madison found herself biting her lip as she eyed it in size. Putting her hand up against it, she spread her fingers wide, noting that it was longer than the distance from her outstretched pinky all the way to the end of her thumb.
He was big.
Eager to see just how big he was, she ignored her earlier plans to tease him some more, and pulled his boxers down, easing the waistband out and around his cock. Her hands paused at his knees as she admired his length. Sensations of just how his girth might fit inside her threatened to make her weak in the knees.
“Wow,” she said, not caring how cheesy it might sound. With nervous desire she finally reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of it. “You’re so hard,” she noted, looking up at him, trying to give him the same innocent eyes she had before.
“That’s the effect you have on me,” he growled, the deepness of his voice thrumming through her, igniting the fire between her legs in a way that was…different than anything she had experienced before.
Madison had been horny. She had had sex. But this was the first time she had felt like she craved something, that a part of her wouldn’t rest until she got it. The “it” in question being Connor and his overly large cock. It was hard to describe, and she wasn’t sure she could if asked. But whatever it was, it spurred her to do what she did next.
Licking her lips, she placed her tongue on the base of his shaft and slowly—excruciatingly slowly—she dragged it up to the tip, which she took inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She played the edge of her tongue across the bottom of his head, feeling the slight bit of skin that joined the two together. The instant she touched it, Connor groaned loudly. Madison glanced upward just in time to see his eyes roll back into his head as his eyes closed.
She waited just long enough for them to open, before pushing her lips as far down his shaft as they would go, feeling inch after inch slide down her throat. She smiled at the sound he made as she took his entire length in her throat.
Madison had never had a gag reflex, and it hadn’t taken her very long to discover just how much men enjoyed that little fact. She used it now to please Connor, excited at how much noise he was making as she sucked him into her mouth. Most men were silent, with the occasional grunt.
Not Connor. He grunted, groaned, moaned and as she smoothly went up and down his shaft, continued to vocally tell her how good it felt, and how sexy she looked to him just then. Hearing those words made her want to do more for him, to give him more pleasure.
So when he gently pulled her head back and lifted her to her feet, she didn’t fight it. Whatever he wanted right then, she would do. He hadn’t even touched her, and Madison knew that she was his.
Which was completely ridiculous, considering she had met him only forty-eight hours earlier. Yet Madison didn’t care. The gentle caress of Connor’s fingers as they trailed down her sides, or the searing heat of his lips as he kissed his way down her neck, across her chest, leaving a trail of fire over her stomach, were more than enough to help her ignore any thoughts of stopping.
Her bottom lip curled over her teeth as he swiftly undid her button and proceeded to strip her down, exposing her completely to his delicious gaze. Madison swallowed hard as his eyes practically devoured her nakedness, the greedy blue orbs dancing with delight as he visibly licked his lips.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her as he pushed her back gently onto the bed.
Madison prepared herself, knowing what was coming next. He was going to climb on top of her, mount her, and she would find herself stretched to the limits as his cock pushed inside of her. She was nervous, but excited at the same time.
So when Connor spread her legs, taking one in his hands and kissing his way up it, she hesitated. As his lips crossed her knee and begin to inch up her thigh, she realized that he wasn’t going there just yet. A part of her was saddened that she would have to wait to feel him inside her.
She was becoming intrigued. It had been a long time since someone had done what he was about to, and if she was honest, saying “it wasn’t good” was a flat-out lie. It had been terrible. Madison braced herself to be disappointed again, furthering her worldview that all men were terrible at oral sex.
That notion shattered into a million tiny crystals as Connor’s tongue gently caressed her. Madison moaned, a shiver of delight making its way up and down her spine. She propped herself up on her elbows, eager to watch as Connor flicked the tip of his tongue out just enough to reach her clit, the hardened bump quivering with anticipation, waiting for him to give it more.
Her eyes slowly closed, feeling the rhythm of his tongue, moving her hips in time with it. Madison became lost in the dance, the ebb and flow as Connor showed her how it was supposed to be. Never too fast, never too slow, and always the right amount of pressure. It was as if he knew just what she was thinking, how she was feeling, and what to do to heighten it.
“Oh my God,” she hissed in surprise as he slipped a finger inside of her. The sudden penetration didn’t hurt, but Madison knew the instant he began to use it and her tongue, that she was close to the edge.
Under Connor’s skillful attention, he quickly pushed her over that cliff. She felt herself tighten around his finger. That’s how it started. Her hips pulsed several times as muscles clenched and unclenched.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she moaned.
Before Connor could reply she climaxed. Her cries filled the room as the explosion rushed forth, gripping every single muscle in her body. For just the tiniest moment she could feel each one as it contracted. Then the wave of pleasure hit and Madison began to shudder and buck as Connor kept up his motions, only retreating as she closed her legs, rocking back and forth on the bed as her orgasm slammed into her repeatedly. Her back arched and slammed back into the bed, her toes curling to the point she thought the muscles were going to cramp on her.
Above it all, Connor’s hands roamed her body. They gently played with her breasts, gripping her sides tightly and firmly caressing her inner thigh.
“Oh,” was all she could manage as the explosion settled into her core, beginning to spread the pleasing glow that came afterward, enveloping her from head to toe in its warmth.
Connor smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He did, however, climb onto the bed, his hips positioned between her legs.
It was time.
Nervously, still recovering from her climax, Madison spread her legs. As she did, she saw Connor place the tip of his cock against her, where he rubbed it back and forth gently, coating it in her wetness so that it would enter her more easily.
“I’ll be slow,” he promised, pre-empting her next statement.
Madison smiled. “How did you know?”
“Your eyes,” he replied, lining himself up to push inside her as he spoke. “They speak volumes. Especially when they widen at the sight of me,” he finished with a chuckle.
“You’re rather big,” she said, feeling meek and shy just then.
“It’ll be okay,” he promised.
Madison nodded, spreading her legs a little wider, letting him know she was ready.
Connor thrust his hips forward slightly, entering her at long last.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, sitting up on her elbows again.
She hadn’t been ready.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked, concerned blue eyes focused on her.
“Oh yes, don’t you dare back away,” she commanded, reaching forward and grabbing his hip, stopping him from pulling out. “That was a good thing.”
Connor sagged slightly in relief, flashing her a brilliant smile.
“More,” she practically growled. Madison had had a taste now. She wanted the rest of it, as quickly as she could adjust to it.
“It would be my pleasure,” Connor said with a grin as he bent over her, leaning down to kiss her, even as the movement resulted in several more inches sliding inside her.
Madison’s lips froze in their kiss as she shook with the pleasure, the sensations so fast they almost overwhelmed her. But as she adjusted to him, the shaking was replaced with something else. A deep, gnawing hunger. She almost had all of him, but there was still more.
She needed it.
“I want it all,” she growled between kisses, her arms reaching down to his waist and pulling as hard as she could.
Connor didn’t fight it, his hips descending until they met hers, giving her every last inch. Madison shuddered in ecstasy. This was what she wanted. On top of her, Connor groaned as she squeezed her walls tight around him. The deep, feral sound thrummed through her, setting her nerves ablaze with a tingling sensation.
As if reading her mind, Connor’s hips pulled away from her, and then came slowly back to grind against her once more.
She gasped, her nails digging deep into the skin on his back, eliciting a grunt. He kissed her again, harder this time, even as his hips began to move regularly, pulling almost fully out of her, then sliding back in with a smoothness that threatened to take her breath away with how good it felt.
Above her, Connor continued to kiss her, his groans slipping between them each time they broke apart for air.
“Flip me over,” she commanded, staring deep into his eyes as she told him what to do.
Primal desire filled the blue orbs as they blazed with animal instinct. He didn’t say anything. He simply pulled off her long enough to grab her hips, lift her into the air with an almost scary ease, and place her down in front of him on all fours. Madison had never been manhandled quite so easily, and she was momentarily breathless from the raw display of power he had just shown her.
That was compounded by the feeling of his cock pressing into her again, and his hands wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her back onto him.
Madison buried her face in the pillows, fingertips digging deep into the fluffy material as Connor slammed into her from behind. He was no longer gentle and tender, but was becoming rough and dominating. To her surprise, not only did she like it, but it was driving her wild with passion and desire. She practically ached for him to go harder, to slam his huge cock into her.
“Harder,” she begged, forcing the word out through her formless cries of pleasure.
A savage growl sounded from behind, and suddenly Connor was going not only harder, but faster, his hips bouncing off hers. Madison was pushed slowly across the bed until her arms rested flat on the wall, trying to push her hips back into him, even as he fucked her as hard as he could.
She felt him tense behind her.
“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she ordered, pulling herself forward and off of his cock.
Connor’s only reply was a grunt, but he didn’t resist as she turned to face him, pushing him down onto his back.
“Now you may cum,” she whispered into his ear, tugging on it gently with her teeth as she got on top, sliding her hips backward until he was inside of her. Then she began to move up and down. Not just her ass, but her entire body, rising up off her knees, and then slowing taking him back inside. She watched as his eyes devoured the sight of her breasts bouncing freely just in front of his face.
“Cum for me,” she told him, feeling the sudden swelling of his cock inside of her.
He groaned and then cried out as his hips thrust upward, lifting her off the bed as he shuddered, muscles contracting and relaxing outside of his control.
Madison added her cries to his as she felt him explode inside of her, shooting hot cum deep inside even as her walls tightened and spasmed around him. She teased every last drop from within him until it filled her completely, a sense of warmth between her legs that felt right.
She collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight to him. She could feel a slight sheen on her skin, amplified by the near-blistering heat that radiated out from Connor. It didn’t matter though; she couldn’t care less just then. All she wanted was to be as close to him as possible.
Neither of them spoke. Not because they didn’t want to, but because nothing needed to be said. Their body language had said it all. Now was a time for rest, and to bask in the presence of each other in a way they had not yet had the ability to do.
Madison promised to make the most of it, because she knew her time with him was drawing to a close. Soon she would have to leave King City. But Connor was going to stay. There wasn’t a way for her to stay with him.
Was there?