Eighteen
Maddie
He looked so damn good beneath me, his eyes darkening more and more each second. I couldn’t help but tease him.
“Or maybe I should charge you?” I smiled and pressed my hands into his thick chest as I arched my back and rubbed myself against the thick bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Maybe you should stop talking and get busy.” He reached up and cupped the side of my face as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
We locked eyes and my insides melted. I knew he hated me, but maybe over time, that would change. I felt without choice in what I’d done. I was broke, and everything was closing in on me. Maybe through the heat of passion, I could melt him a little.
“Tell me what you want.” I dug my nails into his chest and rocked against him. It was hard to keep my eyes open as pleasure swelled in my belly from the tension against my clit. Everything about him left me turned on.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Maddie.” He gripped my face tighter and pulled me down for a long hot kiss as he laid back fully on the floor. “Figure it out, woman.”
“Okay,” I whispered and kissed him once more before sitting up. I unbuttoned his shirt and slid my hands along the smooth skin of his chest, memorizing how good he looked. He groaned and closed his eyes before reaching up and sliding his hands along my thighs. His grip was tight – so fucking tight.
“Get to it,” he muttered and lifted his hips, forcing me to buck against him.
I moved down his body, feeling so unsure of myself all of a sudden. I’d been with plenty of guys, but none this hot. None this good hearted. Brushing my nose down the center of his chest, I paused to lick at the six pack of muscles that flexed just above his belt.
He groaned again, and wetness drenched my panties. There was so much power in bringing him pleasure. I would never grow tired of it, no matter how he felt about me.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered roughly, loving the idea of pushing him a little too far. He was aggressive and masculine in all the right ways. Him manhandling me the last time we fucked had me yearning for something similar this time.
“Suck my cock. Hard.” He glanced up and pinned me with a hard stare. “And I wanna hear you choke on it.”
I swallowed and nodded, more than willing to give him anything he asked for in the bedroom. Whether he cared or not, he’d changed my life with his money.
After working his pants down his legs, I leaned over and ran my tongue around the top of his boxer briefs, dipping in a little and licking at the salty top of his head. We shared a brief groan before I pulled his undies down and ran my tongue up the thick length of him.
He was by far the biggest man I’d been with, and I almost lamented at the idea that he was only mine for a short period of time. As soon as his mother was gone, he would be, too.
A strong hand took hold of my face and moved me up, forcing me to take his dick in my mouth.
“All of it,” he mumbled and laid back, lifting his hips as I reached up and took hold of his cock, sucking and licking like I was starving and he was my only meal. I gagged several times, and each time, he cried out in bliss.
The sound alone was enough to put me on edge.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I whispered against his sack and sucked one of his balls into my mouth as I reached up to run my fingers through the small brown hair trailing from his bellybutton to his dick.
“Get a condom, Maddie,” he groaned out.
“Not yet.” I moved up and sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue around the swollen skin and teasing the opening until he was twitching with need beneath me.
“Stroke it. Stroke it hard.” He reached up and gripped his cock, stroking it as I swatted his hand away and took over, using my mouth and hand to bring him over the edge. He gushed cum, and I worked to not let a drop fall on his stomach below.
I couldn’t help but glance up and watch him in the throes of passion. Incredible. Someone I could fall in love with and likely would if I weren’t careful.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to crawl up his body.
I did, and he slid his fingers into the back of my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled me down for a long, probing kiss. I was drunk on the flavor of his tongue by the time he pulled back.
“I want more of you,” I whispered against his mouth and closed my eyes, pretending that he might love me eventually. It was a pipe dream, but it sent me soaring.
“Take off your jeans and panties. Get up here and let me taste you.” His eyes were filled with a passion that couldn’t be fabricated.
“Okay.” I got off of him and undressed quickly, afraid that I might fuck up the moment if I didn’t keep us in it. “You want my bra off?”
“Stop asking questions and get naked for fuck’s sake,” he barked and reached for me as I moved back down, unsure of what position he wanted me in. The way his eyes ran across me and his cock twitched left my heart racing. Why did this mean so much to me? Why did I want him to want me so bad?
Guilt. It was all because somehow him liking me, or finding pleasure buried deep inside of me might help ease my guilt. That and he was beautiful. It felt like being pressed against a hero, a strong, good man. Something I would most likely never have.
“Straddle me and turn the other way. You get back to sucking me off, and I’ll take good care of you.”
I nodded, not wanting to mess up anything. Moving on him, I turned my back to him and inched down his body until I was on all fours, hovered above his slick cock. I leaned down and brushed my tongue down the thick vein that ran along the base of his erection and moaned at the flavor of him.
Strong hands ran up the back of my thighs and gripped my ass, pulling me down to his waiting tongue.
“Fuck,” I cried out as he licked through my folds ever so slowly.
“You’re so wet. I didn’t figure you to be the naughty type, Maddie,” he mumbled and sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue slapping against it fast and hard.
It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be flying over the edge.
I leaned down and busied myself with sucking him off again as he used his tongue and fingers to open me up and drown me in ecstasy. The brush of his thumb by my ass caused me to cry out, the sound lost around the thick shaft in my mouth.
“Mmmhmmm… That’s it. Come for me.” He pulled me back down and finished the job, driving me insane with lust as I bucked against him.
He came with me, filling my mouth once again and leaving us both panting. I collapsed on top of him and kissed the top of his thigh, snuggling against him.
“You taste so good,” I mumbled and rubbed his hip before brushing my face alongside his cock one more time. “You want more?”
“No. Get off.” He patted the side of my ass.
His tone let me know that I was the only one thinking that passion might save whatever relationship was dying between us. He felt nothing.
“Yeah. Sure.” I got up and moved to my knees beside him, trying to look as sexy as I could.
He didn’t glance my way as he got up and grabbed his clothes. “Leave the food if you want. I’ll clean it up in the morning.”
“Gavin.” I sounded a little bit needier than I wanted to, but the dull ache inside of me had roared to life again. Was he really going to leave me sitting in the living room naked after our passionate love making?
I surely deserved it, but I couldn’t help but hurt over the idea of him being so cold.
Cold like me.
“What?” He stopped by his bedroom door and turned a little. The sight of him naked and glaring down at me turned me on, and my body ticked with desire. I wanted more than oral sex. I wanted him buried inside of me again, his body pressed against mine, his mouth consuming mine.
“Are you really going to make me sleep on the couch again?” My tone shifted from needy to annoyed. I couldn’t help it.
He chuckled. “Absolutely. Stop making more of us fucking than you should. You’re a quick and cheap way to get off. Nothing more.” He shrugged. “You should know how that feels. You’re a pro at it.” He closed the door behind him, and fuck me if my eyes didn’t fill with tears.
Maybe sleeping together wasn’t a good idea at all. I couldn’t stand feeling cheap and used. I stood and dressed quickly before grabbing a blanket off the chair closest to me. After curling up in it, I let myself blink out a few tears and decided to stop being a child.
It was a business deal. Nothing more.