Page 131 of Finders Reapers

There was so much going on. I had already taken Fletcher and Jamal, and I had let Rome touch me in a way that I wasn’t sure my vibrator would ever compare. Did I really want to take that step with Maddox as well?

My traitorous body made that decision for me as I licked my bottom lip, and my tongue caught Maddox’s finger. His eyes darkened, and he used the hand on my face to tilt my head towards his lips.

Maddox’s kisses were unlike any I had ever felt. Savouring. Lingering. Scarring.

He kissed me like he wanted to imprint my lips to his memory and remember what I felt like when he was alone and burning, with his hand on his cock and the images of our kiss racing through like pay per view on the inside of his eyelids.

I squirmed, shifting forward until there was no space between us. I felt his hardness, straining the front of his thin grey sweatpants. My own pajama shorts were silk, short, and edged with lace. I lifted my leg and hooked it around his hips, shifting until my core pressed against his thigh. My shorts fell in such a way that I felt the fabric of his sweats directly against my panties, through the leg hole.

Our kiss deepened, and Maddox’s tongue brushed my bottom lip as he tilted his head to the side. The hand on my jaw drifted slowly until it rested on my throat. His middle finger tapped. When the tapping increased in speed, I realized that he was timing my heartbeats and playing them on my skin, aware of my body in a way that I had never been before.

He rocked his hips, and I felt it and returned it. Slowly grinding against him, our kiss broke, and we stared at each other, breathless.

“We should go back to sleep,” Maddox warned.

“Why?” I rasped.

“Because you’re moments away from begging for my cock, and I’m moments away from giving it to you.” Maddox’s eyes rolled to the ceiling as if he was asking God for strength.

I groaned. “You’re so filthy.”

His cock twitched, and I felt it. “I’m honest.” He clarified.

My thighs tightened as my body sought friction without any conscious thought of my own. The moment my core pressed against his thigh, I felt how wet I was, even though the fabric.

“I—” I was going to beg.

Maddox put his finger to my lips.

Silenced, my eyes narrowed. He pulled away for a moment, but I reached out and snagged his waistband. I had no idea why Maddox was pumping the brakes, but it felt like some misguided idea of nobility and not taking advantage.

Fuck. That.

I shifted, tugging the comforter as I wiggled down the bed. I pulled his sweatpants over his muscular butt. Maddox tensed.

I waited for him to tell me to stop. His hands were against his hips, fist clenched, but as I reached for his boxershorts and tugged them down his thighs, he didn’t stop me.

His cock stood, curved and long. The tip was purple and angry as it leaked a tear of precum.

I swiped my thumb over the head and felt Maddox’s entire body stiffen at the touch.

I waited again. For him to say no. For him to reach out and stop me.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth, resting the head of his cock on my tongue. I stayed still for a moment, feeling the velvety skin and tasting him. Clean and a bit salty. I hummed, feeling the vibrations of my tongue as they traveled down his cock. His hands balled into fists again as he pressed them into the mattress. Together, we rolled until Maddox’s ass was to the bed, and I rested between his open thighs.

I reached forward, hooking my hand around his cock though my fingers couldn’t touch, and I opened my mouth wider until I had swallowed the head.

I moved my hand in time with my tongue as I worked the line where the head of his cock met the shaft—every groan, moan and movement stoking the fire between my legs until I was panting and praying that he wouldn’t come because I knew that any moment, I was going to sit up and sit down to ride him like a jockey.

Until then, I was going to have fun.

There was something so maddeningly sensual about a man large enough to throw me across a room being entirely under my control.

I was slow, and I teased as I sucked and slowly worked my hand up and down his shaft with a twist at the end. I felt him stiffen, and I retracted my lips slowly as I grinned. My hair had fallen in my face, so I pushed it away so I could see his face.

Maddox sat back. Confused, I reached forward. He moved away again. His gaze on something across the room.

My stomach fell, and I felt like a gallon of ice water had been injected into my veins.