Chapter 12—Madison

Steven and I shared a lounge chair on the back porch of his bungalow. I sat between his legs, and he had his arms wrapped around me. There was nothing better than the feel of him holding me. The evening air was cool on my sex-induced sweaty skin. I shivered despite the blanket draped over me.

“Cold?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke.

I leaned into him. “A little.”

“Want to go inside?”

“No.” I didn’t want the moment to end. Our “one night” had turned into one week. Not that I was complaining, but these tender moments, the moments when I felt as if we were an actual couple and not just fuck buddies were far and few between. I savored them.

His lips pressed to my temple. “Mmm.” I sighed with content and wiggled a little closer to him.

“Do you trust me, Madison?”

Where had that come from? “Yes.” It was mostly the truth. The only thing I didn’t trust him with was not to break my heart.

“Get up,” he said, giving me a gentle nudge.

I pouted but obliged. Steven took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Figured he’d have sex on his mind. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. It was different from all the other times he’d kissed me, though. This time it was slow, full of passion, and he was totally focused on my lips and not on groping me. By the time he came up for air, I was so dizzy I wobbled on my feet.

He scooped me up, carried me the short distance to his bed, and laid me down. Everything about this felt different, and my mind screamed at me to make it stop, but curiosity got the better of me. Steven held himself over me, his dark eyes staring intently at me.

“I would never do anything you don’t want me to,” he said, giving me another head-spinning kiss. “Just trust me, okay?”

I nodded, and he broke out into a full-blown smile that lit up his entire face. It was a rare thing to see, and my heart raced with anticipation. Steven lowered his mouth to my neck, and he began the slow onslaught of kisses down my body. He lingered on each of my breasts, making love to my nipples with his tongue until they were stiff. His tongue traced circles around my belly button, and then his lips puckered around it. Who knew your belly button could be so damn erotic?

He held onto my hips with both of his hands, his broad shoulders spreading my thighs as he settled between them. “Steven,” I said, sucking in a breath.

“I’ve wanted to taste you like this for so long.” His hot breath on my pussy had me wiggling, trying to get closer.

The tip of his tongue licked over my clit, and I wanted to die. My eyes closed of their own volition, my neck arched back as far as it could go, and I concentrated wholly on Steven—the feel of his mouth sucking on the folds of my pussy, his tongue rubbing across the sensitive nub of my clit.

“Mmm,” he hummed, the vibrations of his voice shuddering through my body. “Damn, Madison, you taste so good.”

Bright white spots appeared behind my closed eyes, the room began to close in around me, and my entire body tingled. Oh no. It was happening. I stiffened momentarily, then I squeezed my thighs together so tight it was a small wonder I didn’t suffocate him. My hands clutched his head, pulling at him, trying to get him to move. “Please, Steven, it’s too much. I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he said, stopping for a moment, just long enough to place my hands on my inner thighs and cover them with his own, holding them firmly in place so I couldn’t move them. He looked up at me through half-lidded, dark lashes. “Trust me.”

All it took was one plunge of his tongue inside of me, and I bucked against him, my hips gyrating, fucking his face as I fought to breathe through my orgasm. “Steven!”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he mumbled before dragging his tongue up the length of my folds and sucking my clit into his mouth for a full-on kiss. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes!” I screamed. “Oh God, yes, more.” I felt him smile as he released the grip on my hands. He slid two fingers into me, the tips stroking at the delicate interior walls, his thumb pressed against my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue providing the softest contrast, and I was awash in another orgasm.

Steven draped his arm over my stomach, keeping me pinned to the bed until the shudders eased from my body, and I idly wondered if I’d survive another one of those. I sure as hell wanted to try.

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his fingers from me and kneeling between my legs. “I’m gonna die if I don’t get inside of you, Madison.”

I was so wet and ready for him it didn’t hurt when he buried his bulging cock all the way in me. I cried out in pleasure as he thrust in and out a few times. “Steven, a condom,” I said before it was too late.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, lifting my legs and putting my ankles on his shoulders. He leaned over, folding me so that my knees were touching my shoulders. “I have one on.”

When the hell had he put one on? The deep, hard pumping motion of his hips combined with the rasps of pleasure building inside of me wiped the thought from my mind. I didn’t know it was physically possible to have orgasms back-to-back-to-back, but apparently, it was.

Steven’s mouth crushed mine, biting at my lips and tongue in an erotic fight for control as he raced with me to the peak of release and plunged over the edge. “Madison,” he said against my lips. “God damn, baby, I can’t get enough of you.”

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“Steven, stop,” I said, laughing and pushing his hand away.

“Come on, just one more bite,” he said, nudging the fork toward my lips.

I opened my mouth and took another bite, savoring the spiciness of the lomi salmon salad, chili peppers, and onions. “Okay, no more. I’m stuffed.”

Steven leaned over the kitchen island where we sat, grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and planted a kiss on my mouth. “Want some more wine?” he asked.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I asked, cupping my hands on his cheeks.

He smiled. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a wink. “You look tired.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Come on.” He extended his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

I hesitated.

“To sleep,” he said with a laugh.

My heart stopped. Steven was asking me to spend the night with him? To go to his bed so we could sleep next to each other? God, I wanted to. I wanted to so bad, but when he got bored with me and decided it was time to move on, a night of sex-free sleeping is a memory I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with. Living with the memory of what we’d done earlier was going to be hard enough. I never should’ve put so much trust in him. I’d allowed him to do something to me that no other man had ever done. And now I had to protect myself the only way I knew how—I had to end this. Now. Tonight. Before Steven had the chance to break my heart.

“Madison?”

“I think I’m going to go home,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

“What? Why?” He stood in front of me and took both of my hands into his. “If you’re that upset about not having sex, I’m sure you can do something to change my mind.”

I smiled. “We’ve been going at each other almost non-stop for a week, Steven.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing.”

“All right then, let’s go.” He pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the bedroom. I climbed into bed still wearing his way too big for me T-shirt, and he shook his head. “I have a very strict rule about wearing clothes in my bed.”

I rolled my eyes. Just sleep my ass. “Fine,” I said, stripping off my T-shirt. “But keep your hands to yourself.” I sprawled out on the bed and stretched my arms above my head.

“Sonofabitch,” he said under his breath, his gaze traveling over my naked body.

“Coming?” I asked, patting the bed.

“Not yet.” He dropped his pants and jumped on the bed.

“Steven,” I squealed when he went for my neck. “You promised we’d just sleep.”

“Aw, come on baby.” He nipped at my chin before kissing my bottom lip. “It’s a shame to waste a perfectly good erection.”

I felt his hard cock poking me, and I spread my legs for him. As if I’d ever say no to sex with Steven—especially when he called me baby.

“That’s my girl,” he said, reaching for a condom and rolling it on.

“Ahh,” I said, wincing when he entered me. That was the only downside to having sex every day for a week straight—I was sore.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He gave me a tender kiss, keeping his rhythm slow and easy. “Madison.” His kissed me again, a little more demanding this time, his gaze locking with mine. “I’m glad you stayed.”