Page 41 of Mr. Irrelevant (Rock City Renegades #1)

THIRTY-ONE

LIVVY

Not having to be told twice, I spin, facing Maddox before sinking to my knees.

My clit is still pulsing with aftershocks from my release, and I have to stifle a moan when my thighs rub together just right.

It’s crazy how I went from not being able to orgasm every time, even when I was by myself, to going off like a firework with what seems like the gentlest touch from him.

Then again, he’s shown me things I had no idea my body was capable of, and the words that come out of his mouth while he’s doing it are pure filth.

Pair that with the sight of him—all hard lines and rippling muscles—and my senses go into immediate overdrive whenever we’re together.

I settle myself against the plush carpet, giving him my full attention.

He brings a hand to my cheek, rubbing his thumb along the warm skin and making my stomach flip with anticipation.

His touch is gentle, a stark contrast from the fire that’s blazing in his eyes as he towers over me, dominance radiating from his six-foot-four frame.

“I’m going to restrain your hands and fuck your beautiful face.

You won’t be able to speak at all, which means you can’t use your colors.

” He reaches into the bag on the nightstand, pulls out a small plastic item, and hands it to me.

I study it carefully. It strongly resembles one of those dog training clickers, with a big white button in the center that, when pressed, makes a very distinct sound.

“If at any point, you want me to stop, press that button. I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, Liv.

You have to communicate with me if I’m crossing any lines, okay? ”

I nod, testing the device. A soft click fills the air, and I return my gaze to his.

“Yes.” As soon as I verbally agree to his instruction, he crouches down, taking my wrists one by one and clipping them to the cuffs wrapped around my thighs.

It’s strange not being able to touch him, but as soon as he steps in, dragging the head of his cock across my parted lips, I surrender, giving him full freedom to use me in whatever ways he sees fit.

“Good girl,” he drawls, pushing into my mouth slowly.

His shaft slides along my tongue, and my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat.

I try to pull back, but he doesn’t allow it, sinking his fingers into the hair at the crown of my head and holding me there.

I gag, keeping my panicked gaze on his while my throat constricts violently.

He enjoys the sensation for several moments, his eyes rolling back in pleasure before he finally pulls me off of him.

I suck in a quick, sharp breath, this time much more prepared when he lunges forward, setting a slow and steady pace as he thrusts in and out.

“Look at you,” he says, the words coming out on a harsh exhale.

“Taking it in that sweet, wet hole like you were made for it. Open wide and let me use you so I can cover your pretty face in my cum.” I obey, letting him take what he needs as my core clenches between my legs.

I’m already so worked up that I could probably lay a fingertip on my swollen clit and go off like a bomb.

But with the way I’m cuffed, I can’t do anything but let Maddox control my body as he mercilessly drives forward.

He continues fucking into me, saliva pushing from the corners of my mouth every time he hits my gag reflex.

I can barely breathe, pulling in abrupt, shallow inhales whenever he withdraws far enough for me to do so.

My skin beads with sweat, and every instinct in my body tells me to click the button in my hand, but I love the way this feels far too much to stop him.

I hold out for as long as I can, looking up through tears as his muscles pull tight and his face twists with pleasure.

In an instant, he pulls from my mouth, wrapping his fist around his thick cock and stroking roughly.

I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with much-needed oxygen until he lands a soft slap to my cheek, garnering my attention.

“Tongue out,” he commands. I comply immediately, watching in awe as I await my reward.

He never takes his eyes off mine, reaching out with his free hand and cupping my face as he jerks one last time, grunting loudly.

The first rope of cum paints my cheek, the hot, thick liquid running down my skin.

He shifts his hips, unloading more onto my forehead before emptying the rest into my open mouth.

I whimper desperately, so turned on by the taste and smell of him that I can barely even focus on staying upright as he rides out the rest of his orgasm.

“So fucking beautiful,” he exhales, gathering his release from where it drips down my cheek and feeding it to me.

I suck it from his fingers greedily, moaning out loud as I swallow every last drop.

When he has my face as clean as it’s going to get, he leans over my body, unclipping my wrists from the thigh cuffs and helping me to my feet.

There’s a delicious soreness in my knees as I stand, but I love knowing it came from the way he just used me.

And the fact that I’ll be able to watch it all back like a voyeur whenever I want only makes it hotter.

As soon as I’m standing, Maddox takes my face in both hands, parting my lips with his tongue and forcing it inside.

He licks every corner of my mouth, making my clit throb at how much he loves tasting himself off of me.

A large hand slides up to my breast as we make out, pinching my nipple gently and eliciting a deep moan, which he swallows hungrily.

I’m a horny, dripping mess, sighing in relief as he lifts me from the floor.

I don’t hesitate, immediately locking my ankles tightly behind him and attempting to grind down on his still rock-hard erection.

But I’m no match for his strong hands as he sinks them into the flesh of my ass, pushing me up so I can’t create the friction I’d currently sell my soul for .

“Is that tiny little cunt of yours aching for me, baby?” he asks, his tone soft and mocking.

“Does she need to be stretched around my thick cock, soaking it like the desperate slut she is?” He smirks, continuing to tease me by lowering me so his head is pressed to my entrance, but just out of reach so I can’t take him inside.

I want to scream, yell, cry—anything to get him to give in, but I have a feeling he’s fully enjoying the way he has the upper hand right now.

I’m too wound up to fight him, instead doing the only thing I can think of that’ll get me what I want.

I push my lip into a pitiful pout, widening my eyes innocently before going in for the kill. “Yes, Daddy,” I whine. “She wants to show you what a good girl she is, getting nice and slick to take you deep.”

He throws his head back, a tortured groan rumbling up his chest. “Fuck you for that, Dimes.” The sentence is barely out of his mouth before I’m being tossed onto the bed, air whooshing from my lungs as I land with a bounce.

He’s on top of me in an instant, taking my wrist cuff and connecting it to the ring on my thigh before doing the same with the other side.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” I gasp loudly as he pushes his cock into me, not stopping until I’ve taken every single inch.

I thrash around underneath him, pulling at the cuffs and rethinking my decision to make him snap as I struggle to adjust. I cry out, sucking in a sharp exhale when he pulls back, snapping his hips roughly and fucking me without abandon.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he mocks. “Is it too much? I was trying to take my time with you. I was going to lick your sweet pussy and make you feel so good. But you insisted on taking matters into your own hands, and now look at you—barely even able to take the whole thing, even though you’re gushing all over it.

” His patronizing tone only makes me wetter, my inner walls finally relaxing enough to accept him as he drives in and out.

“Now, I’m going to make you come on my fat cock, then I’m going to overstimulate you with my tongue because I’ll be damned if you stop me from eating my favorite meal. ”

My head spins at his words, both aroused and anxious at the thought of him following through with his threat while I’m restrained like this.

Normally, I can use my hands to hold him back when the pressure becomes too much.

But with them bound to my legs, I’m at his mercy, taking whatever he gives, no matter how badly it hurts.

I clench involuntarily, anticipation roaring through my veins as my orgasm barrels toward me.

He wraps a hand around the belt that’s circling my waist, using it to hold me still as he brutally pounds into me.

It’s the most mind-altering pleasure I’ve ever felt in my entire life, his large body dominating me while I’m just along for the ride.

My fists ball tightly at my sides, nails sinking so deeply into my palms that I may actually draw blood, but the pain only intensifies the feeling as I speed toward the edge.

And just when I begin to tip over, ready to freefall into euphoric bliss, he pulls out, leaving my pussy empty and grappling in search of him.

“Wait!” I beg. “Please!”

He tilts his head, his eyes dancing with mirth as he slowly strokes himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you about to come?” His devilish smirk drips with mischief, and I whimper in discomfort as the release that was almost close enough to touch floats out of my reach.

“I think I changed my mind. I’m hungry now.

You don’t mind if I take a little break, right? ”

I shake my head rapidly, desperate to get off. As good as it felt to be filled with him, his tongue is magic, and I’m perfectly happy coming all over it. At this point, I don’t give a fuck how he gets me there—just that he does .

Pressing a chaste kiss to my parted lips, he releases my wrists from my thighs one by one before hooking them to my ankles.

He reaches into the bag on the nightstand, rooting around for a moment and returning with a short leather strap.

It has a clip dangling from each end, which he runs from my left wrist to my right, binding all four of my limbs together before abruptly forcing them above my head.

I gasp, caught off guard by the stretch that burns along my hamstrings, but he doesn’t seem to care as he holds everything in place.

“Stay still,” he orders. “Keep that slutty cunt wide open for me, or I’ll spank it until you cry.

” I swallow the lump in my throat, nodding in understanding as I do everything in my power not to let my limbs fall.

Whispered, nearly unintelligible pleas roll off my tongue, showing just how shameless I’ve become to get what my body needs.

He chuckles darkly at my desolation, finally showing mercy and slowly kissing his way down my body.

He licks and sucks, goosebumps rising in his wake as he descends at the most agonizing pace, until finally, his mouth is hovering just inches above where I drip for him.

His hot breath is like a lightning strike to my clit, making my hips buck from the mattress as it ricochets off the sensitive bundle of nerves.

There isn’t an inch of skin between my thighs that isn’t soaked in my own arousal as he leans in, taking one long swipe from back to front, his eyes fluttering closed like he’s never tasted anything better.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I’ll never get enough of you.

Never .” The word makes my heart squeeze in my chest because I can’t even begin to imagine my life without him in it at this point.

But it’s as though he doesn’t even realize the weight of the sentiment before dipping forward and sucking my clit between his teeth.

On instinct, I move to reach for his coffee-colored curls, immediately stopping when I remember his order to keep everything above my head.

It’s not easy with the way my muscles are aching and trembling, but I know if I don’t follow directions, he’ll stop. And I’m so fucking close.

Unable to pull any kind of intelligent thoughts from my brain, I moan his name, begging for more as he slides his tongue downward, suctioning onto my lips and tugging gently.

Stars explode behind my eyes, my orgasm blooming back to life with every flick and lick against my swollen center.

He gives me everything he has, humping against the bed as he picks up speed, eating me like a man possessed.

And when my orgasm crashes into me, making my soul practically leave my body, I cry out, letting it pull me under and sweep me away.

I pulse against his tongue, and before I’m even completely recovered, he’s pushing to his knees and stroking himself furiously.

He grunts loudly, and I peel my exhausted eyes open just in time to watch him spill his thick, hot load all over my abdomen.

His chest heaves with heavy breaths, and even though we’re both still basking in the afterglow of our releases, he braces his large hands on the backs of my thighs and pushes his still-hard length inside me.

I moan softly, taking every inch of him like I was made to do it—because I was.

My walls hug him tightly as he slides in to the hilt, a steady, satisfied exhale falling from his lips.

“Fuck, Liv,” he whispers. “I love you.”