Page 20 of Mad Rivals (The Bradley Legacy #1)

Tell Me How Bad You Want It

I don’t turn around, mostly because I can’t seem to make myself move at all. I’m frozen in place as his eyes meet mine in the mirror. He stands by the door for a beat, and I wish I had a window into his thoughts as he stares at me.

He slowly saunters across the room toward me, and he stops within a few feet of me, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s close enough to smell but not close enough to feel.

Yet.

He closes the distance as he reaches out, and his fingertips glide from my neck halfway down my spine to where the zipper of my dress begins.

I tremble under his touch, and then he moves in closer to me until I feel his heated front against my back. God, how badly I want to lean back into him, to close my eyes and let him snake his hand around to the front, to slide his hand into the slit of my dress and explore what’s beneath it.

I can’t seem to make myself move, though.

We still haven’t spoken a word, but as he moves in closer to me, his eyes seem to take on a desperation I’ve not yet seen in them.

He drops one of his hands to the counter, boxing me in here much like he did against a wall a week ago, and his other hand moves first to my hip before sliding down to the obscenely high slit of my dress.

His fingers dip inside the fabric, the heat of his fingertips electric against my upper thigh.

“I haven’t taken my eyes off this slit all night,” he murmurs. “I’ve been watching it like a goddamn hawk, hoping for a glimpse of something forbidden.”

Oh my God. His words set me on fire . Heat and fire move everywhere through me, starting from the place where his hand makes contact with my skin and detonating explosively from there.

He breaks our eye contact only to move into place to press a kiss behind my ear. I shiver at the feel of his lips on my skin. I’m torn between letting him do what he’s doing and spinning around in his arms to press my mouth to his to finish what we started last week.

As he kisses my neck and I shiver, he slides his hand down by my slit up until he feels my hip. “I need to touch you,” he murmurs, and I nod, desperate for his touch.

His fingertips trail along my hip bone down to the line of my panties, and he pulls at the fabric to slide his finger underneath.

I close my eyes and lean back into him, feeling myself melting at his touch. He moves his finger along the path where my panties fall into place, teasing me, and I can’t help when my body seems to take over all by itself, pushing down to try to urge his fingers over to where I need them to be.

The ache between my legs is unreal. It’s been unreal since the moment I met him, but it intensified last week with that kiss, and no amount of touching myself has come close to what he’s about to do to me.

I want him to make me fall apart. Right here. Right now.

His fingers toy with the elastic against my skin before he slips one under the fabric. A soft moan falls from me, and he inches his finger over achingly slowly.

“Jesus,” he rasps, drawing out the e sound as he feels the moisture dampening my panties. “Is this for me? ”

“God, yes,” I moan as he slides his finger along the outside of my slit.

“Eyes open,” he demands, and my eyes fly open at his words. So he’s hot, smart, athletic…and dominating during the sexy times?

What am I getting myself into here? I’m not quite sure, but suddenly I want to please him. I want to obey him. I want him to command me.

His eyes are on mine as he slides his finger along the lips of my pussy, and I gasp when he plunges that finger through my slit and directly inside me.

He’s not gentle as he shoves his finger into me, and holy hell, it unleashes a fucking fountain of need—and more lubrication straight from my own pussy as I drench his finger with my need.

He pushes in as far as he can, and I feel his finger curling inside me as he starts to reach places that have never been touched before. He pulls out and adds in a second finger, and his voice is sexy as all hell by my ear when he asks, “Has this cunt been waiting for me?”

“Mm, yes,” I moan, and I’m so tempted to close my eyes, so tempted to give in to the pleasure he’s giving me.

He pulls his fingers out and slides some of the moisture up over my clit before slipping back inside me, driving into me over and over, slow, long drives that make me wish it was his cock there instead.

I don’t dare ask, though. I can’t. I can barely breathe at this point.

I’m heaving as I climb closer and closer to an orgasm, small gasps and needy moans the only sound in the room aside from the rhythmic sound of his fingers as they plunge into me with all of my body’s extremely wet natural reaction to him.

It’s like he knows what I want anyway. He slams his hips against my ass at the same time he drives his finger in. I feel his erection with each of his thrusts, and maybe I’m going crazy for him, but that tells me he’s going crazy for me, too.

We do this to each other .

It’s a frenzy of need and lust and anger and heat and the forbidden all coming to a head at once right here, right now.

“I’m going to bury my cock so deep in this cunt that you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without remembering I was there,” he says.

Oh, great. So he’s all the things—athletic, smart, hot, whatever else was on that list—and he’s a dirty talker, too?

How is this man still single?

It’s probably a question better left for later, not that I’d be able to coherently form words to ask him that in this moment anyway. Some strange grunt comes out of me instead.

“Do it,” I manage to moan.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“God, I want it. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me right here, Madden. Right now.” It’s a whiny plea.

He’s still fingering me when he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

I haven’t had a reason to be, and I shake my head.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and my heart drops since we won’t be able to have sex. But then he pulls a condom out of his back pocket. “Was hoping I wouldn’t have to use this with you so I could wreck that sweet pussy with my hot cum.”

He tears it open with his teeth, and it’s a move that’s so sexy I feel like I’m about to come.

“Oh God!” I scream, and my eyes start to flutter as the climax amps up to crash into me. “I’m about to come!”

He pulls his fingers out of me immediately, and he unbuckles his belt and reaches into his slacks to pull his cock out. He’s behind me in the mirror, and I shift over to get a glimpse of his cock as he starts to roll on the condom, and…

Holy shit.

“Oh my God, Madden,” I moan. He’s huge. Thick, long, full of these sexy veins that I actually want to taste when I’ve never had that urge with a man before…and admittedly a little intimidating .

His eyes meet mine again in the mirror. “You’re wet as fuck, babe. Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”

It’ll fit . It’ll fit? Will it, though?

“Bend over,” he commands, and I do it as he reaches under my dress.

He slips my panties down my legs, and I step out of them.

He gathers the bottom of my dress and lifts it up, and he runs his hand along my ass before he gives it a little slap.

It’s a loud crack in this silent room, and I startle a little at the feel.

But then he smooths his hand over my skin, and it’s like he’s soothing what he just did.

Why the hell is that so hot?

It’s demeaning, right?

It doesn’t feel like it is right now, though. It feels like he knows how to deliver pleasure and line it with just the hottest edge of pain.

I never craved pain before, but right now, I want that cock to fucking spear me and drive into me until I can’t see straight.

He’s right that I won’t be able to move tomorrow without remembering this moment, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life anyway.

And then he bends down so he’s eye level with my pussy and my ass, and he leans forward and licks my clit.

He fucking licks my clit.

I’m about to fall apart. I’m barely holding on here, my fingernails clawing at the countertop like that’s going to give me any sort of relief.

“Fuck,” he hums against my hot, wet, needy skin.

He leans forward and sucks on my clit, and my legs tremble as he does it.

He lets go only to dip his tongue into my pussy, and I’m seconds from coming when he straightens to a stand.

He bends down over me so his body heats mine, and he says, “Your pussy is fucking perfect.”

He pulls back to grip his cock, and he fists it, running his hand along it a few times before he aligns with my body. He slides his cock through my folds before he pushes into me with just the tip, and my eyes practically roll to the back of my head at the feel of him.

“God, yes, Madden!” I yell, and I shift my hips back to take in more of him.

He inches his way in slowly, pulling back to tease me or to give me a little space before he pushes in just a little more. It’s some mix of pure heaven and absolute torture. I need him all the way in, so I push my hips back again at the same time he thrusts forward.

“Yes, baby, take it all like a good girl,” he murmurs.

He’s slow at first, giving my body time to adjust to his size, but then he starts to pick up the pace.

He collars the back of my neck, driving my head down as he grips my hip in his other hand. “Eyes open,” he demands again, and they fly open to watch him.

He’s clenching his jaw as his half-lidded eyes meet mine. His are full of this demanding intensity, raw and real as he moves deliberately into me over and over again, driving my body to heights I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be taken to when I agreed to attend this gala tonight.

Mine are full of need. The need to come. The need for him. The need for more.

His body slaps against mine, the only sound in the room aside from our breathless panting mixed with the grunts and moans of what can only be described as the hottest sex of my life.

He lets go of his grip on my neck, and he reaches around me and right into the top of my dress.

He finds one of my breasts, and he massages it and grips onto my nipple.

His touch sends a shockwave through my core.

His jaw is locked as his lip curls up a little, and those heavy eyes are hot on me when he says, “Tell me how much you love it when I’m fucking you.”

He’s so goddamn hot in this moment that I can’t even handle it.

From his messy hair to the sexy stubble on his jaw to the way he looks in a tux…

holy hell. And somehow I am the object of his interest. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but now that we’re here, I know there’s no going back. Not when we’re this good together.

I moan before I manage to say, “I never want you to stop.”

“That’s right. This cunt is mine now.”

“Yes. Yes!” I cry. “It’s yours.” I don’t even know what the hell I’m agreeing to in the moment before something snaps inside of me.

I tumble headfirst into the most intense orgasm of my life made all the more powerful by the way our eyes are locked as I come.

I reach back to claw at something, anything, and I grip onto his thigh, which only pulls him more tightly against me as my nails dig into his pants.

Pulse after pulse of sweet relief crashes over me, my body throbbing everywhere for this man and what he’s doing to me.

“Fuck, that’s so tight,” he mutters, or at least I think that’s what he says, but I’m not entirely sure since I’m lost to my own orgasm at the moment.

A roar of a growl escapes him, and I feel him swell inside of me as he pushes in as deeply as he can.

He pants out a series of grunts as he reaches his climax, too.

I watch his face as it happens. His eyes are still on me, his lids almost closed, and his jaw is clenched tight as he grips my breast harder and his fingers dig into my hips. He rides it out, and I watch in awe as the fog of bliss envelops me.

He folds down on top of me for a few beats once he’s finished, and it feels like a warm, sweet hug after what we just did.

Eventually he slips out of me and lifts up off me, and he drops my dress, smoothing it down over my ass before he excuses himself to one of the bathroom stalls.

I take a minute to step back into my panties, and I stare at myself in the mirror for a beat.

My hair is a little mussed, but not bad. My makeup is still perfect. I look about the same as I did when I walked into this bathroom.

But I’m leaving it a totally different person .

Not only have I added plus one to my body count—which was embarrassingly low at just two other guys—but it was with the very forbidden, very sexy, very untouchable Madden Bradley.

I blow out a breath.

Holy shit. Holy shit!

I can’t believe I just got railed by Madden Bradley in the bathroom.

God, that was hot.

I want it to happen again. Anywhere. Bathroom, bedroom, out in the gardens at this banquet hall.

Tonight, tomorrow, the next day.

Over and over again.

But as he steps out of his stall and washes his hands, neatly tucked back into his pants once again, I can’t help but worry that this is a one-time event. We gave into the pull that was between us, and that might be that on that.

I hope not, though. Because one taste of Madden Bradley simply isn’t enough. I’m already addicted.