Page 5 of Mad for Madison (The Boys of Hudson Burrow #4)

I wanted us closer. I wanted us to be so close that the line between us was indistinguishable. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with new force.

Madison accepted it gladly. He used his tongue to play with mine, unashamed and unbothered, and stepped back, pulling me with him toward the bed.

My heart hammered in my chest as I realized that we were going there with a single purpose in mind. This was, after all, real.

Madison pulled his head back, his hands locked on the small of my back, and looked into my eyes. “How do you want me, Bradley?”

I hadn’t expected him to ask. It hadn’t crossed my mind that we would need to talk about it, to make decisions, but I understood in that instant how important it was that we did.

When I didn’t say anything, Madison blessed me with his sweetest, most innocent smile. “Like this?” And with so much grace that it seemed like I was dreaming, Madison slid down to his knees.

He looked at me with big eyes and bit his lip, waiting for a reply.

My hand cupped the back of his head as I looked deep into those fiery eyes. “Fuck yeah,” I huffed, breathless and speechless.

Madison leaned forward, pressing his lips against my stomach. They were hot and wet and softer than fluffy summer clouds. He kissed the length of my stomach with deliberate slowness, taking his time to explore my body with his lips while his fingers undid my pants, spreading them apart and pulling them down over my ass.

“I watched you the other day,” Madison whispered against my skin, his breath heated, his voice vibrating through me. “When you were changing.”

I couldn’t say anything. My tongue was tied. Air hitched in my throat as my finger ran through his dark hair.

“You’ve no idea how sexy you are,” he purred.

I tensed. My body reacted quickly to the lie.

He must have felt it because he looked up. “You are, Bradley,” he said firmly. “You don’t even know it, but you are.”

I clenched my teeth and tightened my fist around a handful of the hair on the back of his head.

Madison gasped, a cocky, sinful grin painting his face, and he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my boxer briefs. “I want you in my mouth,” he said, tugging my underwear down.

If I’d been worried about it before, I no longer was. His words were too impossible to believe, yet I believed him. I was sexy to him. Somehow, the universe had planted this incredible guy just across the street from where I worked, and it made him see me as sexy. I wouldn’t question its wisdom.

Madison pulled my underwear down, letting my dick spring to freedom and stand stiffly before his eyes.

That devastatingly handsome smile remained on Madison’s face as he cocked his head, taking me in his right hand and giving me a slow, firm stroke.

I throbbed in his hand before I could force myself to relax. Or try to, anyway. I had no reason to think I could actually relax and make this last.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Madison said with an unmistakable note of pleasure. He blinked and looked up at me, his eyelashes incredibly long and dark, framing his gorgeous eyes with elegance. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around my cock.

My cool exterior fell off instantly. My mouth dropped open as I watched my dick slowly disappear into Madison’s sexy mouth. He sealed his lips tightly around my length, sucking the air out of his mouth, and bobbed his head gently back and forth while looking at me with something like a plea.

I held a fistful of his hair even then, but I let him move his head how he wanted. Hot air left his nostrils in quick, short bursts, his breathing cutting off whenever his head leaned forward and took me deeper in. Moment by moment, he took me deeper into his throat.

The indecision, the surprise, the strangeness of it all wore off after a few more heartbeats. I wasn’t lost in a forest, wandering hopelessly. I was here, grounded with him, anchored to him, and it pleased us both.

I placed my other hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, making his eyes widen as I slid myself into his throat. The moan that burst out of him matched the sound I was making.

Panting, I held his head still and swung my hips, using him as a delicious, beautiful plaything. Even then, he looked at me. He looked into my eyes throughout all of it, resting his hands on my legs and keeping his head still for me.

The tension rose, although I wasn’t sure it was a tangible kind of tension. It existed within me, twisting, straining, making me taut like a rubber string that was about to snap. My muscles knotted, and my cock throbbed, but that wasn’t even close to the tightness I felt deep inside myself.

And I realized I was close. I was too close. My breaths were shallow and short, sweat breaking over my back and under my arms.

Madison pulled away from me a moment before it was too late and grinned, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “That was close.”

As soon as he’d wiped his lips, he pressed them against my lower abdomen. He kissed me gently, his jaw touching my sensitive, throbbing cock, and he looked up. “You can come. We have all night.”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I want…” And when the words wouldn’t come, I took him under his arms and lifted him to his feet. “You,” I said. “I want you.”

“I’m all yours,” Madison said, hooking his thumbs inside the waist of his pants and tugging them low. The smooth, tanned skin didn’t change as he swayed his hips back and forth, sliding his pants down.

With unexpected courage, I put my hands on his waist, feeling his body under my fingertips, feeling the connection between us that I had never felt with Ava. Odd, how I had tried so hard to feel anything with Ava and failed, yet didn’t need to try at all with Madison. The desperate longing to be present in this moment welled in me without an announcement, without trying. It was simply here and now.

Madison undid the button on his pants, and they dropped around his ankles. He stepped out of them as I took a step back. He was magnificent. The perfectly sculpted figure stood before me, and I took my time to appreciate him, to memorize all his curves and angles, and to commit this night to memory for the rest of my days.

As my gaze caressed his body, Madison stood still, somehow appearing seductive and inviting even though he did nothing at all. The half-smile, the shallow breaths, the way he hooked one thumb inside his dark blue boxer briefs, and the way the waistband stretched so low that I could see the shaved skin just above where his cock bulged and lifted the soft fabric of his underwear—it was enough to make me wild with desire, but I tried to remain calm.

“On the bed,” I said, and Madison sat down. A heartbeat later, he lay back, sprawling on the big bed and waiting for me. His dick was so incredibly hard that it stretched his underwear thin.

“Is this how you want me?” Madison asked. His deep purr of a voice had a way of coming across as soft and helpless, like I had all the power over him when we both knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I was stumbling in the dark, grasping for hints and clues, guided only by my desire to unite with him in ecstasy and pleasure. For years, I wanted to be him. I wanted to know what it was like to be Madison Masters, a boy so pretty that people lost their hearts when passing him on the street, so confident that he exhibited himself to the whole world and only winked and smiled.

To be him or to be with him, the conundrum had never resolved itself.

“That’s exactly how I want you,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely under control. I knelt on the bed between Madison’s spread legs and leaned low until my lips found the hard surface of his marble torso, trailing the middle of his body until they grazed the elastic stretch of fabric of his waistband.

My fingers trembled when I took his underwear in my hands and closed my fists, taking off the last piece of his clothing and leaving him bare and beautiful on our bed.

I had to get off the bed to take his boxer briefs all the way off. Then, before joining him on the thick duvet, I placed my hands on his ankles and watched the way his cock pulsed, stiffening every time I touched him anywhere.

“You’re killing me,” Madison said, his arms resting above his head, hands wrapped around wrists, muscles bunching and voice cracking. “You’re seriously killing me.”

His words forced a grin to my face despite my best efforts to be cool. Perhaps cool wasn’t the right way to be, not when my heart desired nothing but this.

So I let myself smile as my hands dragged slowly up his legs, feeling the softness of the skin on his inner thighs, reaching his groin, brushing over his big, heavy balls, and teasing him until a shudder passed through his torso.

I took him in my left hand, so unfamiliar with the sensation, and stroked him the way he’d done to me before.

Oddly, I didn’t think of Madison as Nico Hart. I didn’t think of him as the person from those videos—not this beautiful guy who wanted to be with me. It wasn’t intentional, but it simply felt separate. Nico liked it rough with big men—or so his scripts made it seem—but Madison was seductive and soft, gentle and fragile.

I leaned down, wetting my lips before parting them and inhaling deeply. The scent of his musk mixed with the sea breeze that followed him everywhere, creating a unique scent that would forever be Madison in my mind and my heart.

My lips closed around his cock, the sensation so surreal and foreign that, for a moment, I forgot what I had to do. Then, Madison sighed, exhaling deeply with pleasure, and I relaxed into it. My head lowered as far as I could take him, which wasn’t that far at all, but Madison put his hands around my wrists and held on to me while I sucked him.

Amateurish at best, I tried hard to copy what Madison had done just minutes earlier, but I wasn’t sure I was doing it right. I heard him inhale sharply twice, both times following my doomed attempt to take him deeper into my throat, only to have my muscles constrict and my head bob up in panic.

Tears filled my eyes, clumping my eyelashes with wetness, as I tried my hardest to pleasure him in return.

But Madison moaned. He panted and sighed, gasped occasionally, and held on to my wrists with growing firmness while my hands squeezed the sides of his waist.

My lips couldn’t stay sealed around his girth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking a third of his length until my throat felt full, and a choking sensation made me hold my breaths. I would breathe erratically, in short bursts, looking up at him only to find his chest rising high and his face melting with pleasure, eyes closed, and lips curled into a partial smile.

Although I had thought that nothing could turn me on like his lips around my dick had, I discovered just how wrong I had been. Giving him this pleasure was the strongest aphrodisiac I’d ever had.

I leaned low, my throat stuffed and the flow of air cut off, and I held him in for as long as I could before pulling my head away. A deep breath of air filled my lungs as I gasped, my lips and chin wet with saliva, tears streaking my cheeks.

Madison released my left wrist and wrapped his hand around his hard cock, stroking it gently and panting. “Fuck, Bradley,” he whispered, short of breath. “That was…incredible.”

I didn’t believe him, not fully, but I adored him for saying it. And instead of telling him how great he was at everything he did, I simply kissed his thigh. I kissed it with my wet lips, dragging them up and down the length of his upper leg until I was so high that my lips and nose were buried in Madison’s crotch.

I didn’t know if this turned him on at all. I didn’t know if this was an act of intimacy or lunacy. All I knew was that I hadn’t had enough of him. I wanted more. So I buried my face in his groin, kissing and licking his balls, his thigh, his taint, and everywhere I could reach.

Madison thrust his chest and stomach out, twisting and contorting as I devoured him. He moaned louder, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pressing my face deeper and harder against his balls, making me thirst and hunger for him more with each passing second.

I put my hands on his knees and pushed them further apart. He spread his legs wide, and I lifted them, pushing his knees toward his shoulders with force and speed I hadn’t known I possessed. Bending his legs and baring his sexy ass, I kissed and licked his hard, swollen taint and followed its length until my lips found the warm, constricting spot of his pleasure. Not hesitating for a heartbeat, I parted my lips and extended the tip of my tongue to taste him.

He was so warm and tender there, pulsing at every physical contact, moaning when I licked him.

Heavenly pleasure was hardly the right way to describe it, but I failed to find better words for it. Nothing on this Earth felt as good as sharing this incredible intimacy with Madison.

My tongue worked him, wet and relaxed. Each move I made felt rougher, deeper, harder, while Madison grunted and panted and moaned louder. “Fuck. Fuck, please, Bradley…” But he never finished what he wanted to say. He only groaned, his voice switching between high-pitched moans and manly growls like two different people expressing their pleasure. Then, as I brought my finger between my tongue and his hole—something I learned from videos, unsurprisingly—Madison huffed, “Yes. Inside me, please.”

My finger slid into his body and found incredible warmth, the ease of the act so surprising and natural that it took me a moment to acknowledge that this was the first time I’d done it.

Feeling him constrict around my finger made me throb so hard that I momentarily panicked it was over. The pain was so sweet that I didn’t want it to stop.

I slipped my finger deeper into Madison’s body, the tip of my tongue still playing with the rim of his hole. My finger stretched him gently, sliding in and out, while he directed me with his breaths and his pained voice.

And when my finger was as deep as it could go, Madison took hold of my wrist and gently pulled my hand away.

“I want you on your back,” he whispered. “If you want to.”

I would do anything for you , I thought. “Yes,” I said instead.

We swapped places, and Madison got off the bed to find condoms in his pants, tossing one to me. And while I picked it up, he was already by my side on the bed, leaning down and pressing his lips hard against mine. He kissed me so fervently that, for a moment, I believed I was irresistible.

After a false start, I got the damned condom right, and Madison stroked me with his saliva in place of lube.

“You sure you want it like that?” I asked, fighting to string words together while his hand worked me so well.

Madison winked. “I’ve done this before.”

I would have laughed, but the pleasure of his slick hand moving along my cock was so incredibly distracting that I only sank into the bed and waited for him.

Madison climbed on top of me, each knee on one side of my waist, and began to lower himself carefully until the tip of my cock pressed against his hole. Still in his hand, I throbbed hard, and Madison smiled.

“This…isn’t gonna last,” I whispered.

Madison swung his hips, mimicking the movements of making love, and looked straight into my eyes. “If you don’t think I’m ready to blow, you should start paying attention,” he purred.

I put my hands on his hips as he tightened his fist around the base of my cock. All his muscles were knotted and bunching when he inched down, his hole pressing hard against my slick cock.

I could see the muscles in his throat tightening, his veins appearing with exertion, when he threw his head back and let his weight bring him down on me. He impaled himself on my cock with a shuddering exhale, a growl following a moment later, and removed his hand.

All of my body trembled. I held him hard, his bony hips under my hands, as if letting go of him meant parting ways with gravity itself. He was my anchor in this. I wasn’t going to let go of him.

He sat on my crotch, taking me deep into his body, and lowered his head to look at me. The blessedly pained expression colored his face, his eyebrows twisted and raised high, lips parted, and the doe-eyed look he gave me was so innocent and precious.

Madison’s cock was stiff as hell, standing upright as he lowered himself down on me, his balls pressed between us and against my abdomen. The first gentle swing of his hips sent chills down my spine, tingles reaching as low as my toes.

He swayed softly for a while, getting us both used to the sensation. He rested his hands on my stomach, finding it softer than his own, no doubt, and he dragged himself back and forth, taking me deeper into himself with each thrust.

I held him evenly, letting him set the pace, letting him do what he wanted to do, and I looked into his eyes as we connected.

The depth of understanding that ran between us at this moment was anything but fake. I believed his sighs and gasps; I believed his lip-bites and moans. He enjoyed it just like I did.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his voice so tight with pleasure that it made me edge closer to the climax.

This was not the sort of lovemaking you directed and staged for the benefit of a viewer. This was a transcending experience of mutual satisfaction. We were united into a single shape, a single being, and we drank each other’s joy like we’d wandered a desert our entire lives.

I could see it in his eyes. He never took his gaze off my face.

As the motions grew more relaxed and we both fell into our roles naturally, I thrust my hips upward, making him gasp with pleasure. I rammed into him, gently at first, then rougher, impaling him deeper as I lifted myself off the bed and reached into him.

Madison grabbed my forearms for support, kneeling high enough to give me space to move.

I entered him with growing ferocity, the intensity reflecting in my desperate desire to feel as much of him as I could. I did. He tightened around me, his lips forming a devastating O, eyes widening, hole clenched hard around the base of my cock. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Keep doing that.”

So I did it again, sliding into him and out, thrusting myself no deeper or harder than before, but the way we held on to one another intensified.

“Fuck, Bradley,” he croaked. “You’re making me…oh…” He held his breath, bit his lip, and surrendered just a moment before I lost all control as well. His hand let go of my forearm, and he wrapped it around his cock, barely touching it before a stream of hot, white cum shot in ribbons across my chest and stomach. His hole pulsed, tightening and relaxing rapidly around my cock as I penetrated him faster, my orgasm catching me swiftly and breaking everything in its path.

My muscles spasmed, dick pulsing and filling the condom with cum, making Madison’s voice rip free from his throat and his mouth open wide. “Fuck,” he cried, letting go of his cock and grabbing my hand. He leaned down, pressing his lips hard against mine, kissing me like I had never been kissed before.

When I slid out of him, he moaned into my mouth and lay on top of me like he would rather be here than anywhere else in the world. He held me, kissing me softly, holding me, running his fingers through my hair.

I had discovered the true meaning of bliss. I had discovered the sort of joy that I hadn’t believed I was ever destined to have.

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the city beyond the windows, muffled and distant as if the world had melted away. Madison lay half-draped over me, his head resting against my chest, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin. I hadn’t realized how much I craved this kind of closeness until it was there, filling every empty corner of me I’d ignored for so long.

“Okay?” Madison said softly, his voice edged with amusement.

“Are you?” I asked.

“I’m perfect, Bradley,” he said. “I’m absolutely perfect.” He nestled in my arm and pulled me closer. “You were wonderful.”

I laughed, the sound rumbling beneath him. “Beginner’s luck?”

“Then I hope you stay a beginner forever,” he teased, shifting enough to prop himself up on his elbow. His hair was tousled, his lips curved in a smile so soft it made my chest ache. He looked at me like I was someone worth lingering over, like he’d found something here he hadn’t been looking for but didn’t want to let go of. It was dangerous—the way he looked at me. Dangerous because I believed it. And I felt it, too.

I reached up to push a strand of hair from his face, my fingers lingering longer than they should have. “This is…different,” I admitted. “I mean, for me.”

“I know.” His expression softened even more, if that was possible. “You made me feel wonderful, Bradley.”

His words filled me with a warmth I didn’t know how to process. I felt my lips twitch into a sheepish smile, but deep down, a thread of panic started to unfurl. Wonderful. For how long? This wasn’t just a casual hookup for me, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was standing on the edge of something that could swallow me whole.

I tightened my arm around him, grounding myself in the moment. His weight, his scent, his breath warm against my skin—it was everything I didn’t know I needed. But as much as I wanted to stay here forever, I couldn’t shake the fear creeping into the corners of my mind. Madison wasn’t just any man. He was dazzling, untouchable in so many ways. And me? I was just a guy who poured drinks and kept his life simple.

He pressed a kiss to my chest, his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, and I closed my eyes against the rush of feeling it brought. It was too much and not enough all at once.

What are we? I wanted to ask, but I knew the answer.

I needed to keep my head. But with Madison here, warm and real in my arms, I was already losing the fight.