Page 33 of Sugar (Gilded #1)

Starving

MADDIE

O ne blink, Easton was standing across from me.

In the next, his hand was cupping my head, and his mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t a light kiss. Not a brush of his lips.

He was devouring my mouth. Owning it. Taking it with the same pent-up desperation I felt down to my soul.

And I gave it all. Parted my lips and let him take whatever he wanted.

Fisting my hair, he plunged his tongue deeper as he moved us until my back slammed against the wall. He used his free hand to clutch my ass and lift me, and my legs automatically wrapped around his torso.

But it wasn’t enough.

For the first time, I saw the downside of our size difference. In order to feel him pressed to my core, I would lose his mouth.

That wasn’t an option.

Not for either of us.

“Dammit,” he bit out between kisses as he shifted us. His long strides ate up the distance to his room, and he lowered me to the bed.

He had no choice but to follow me because I didn’t loosen my hold. I wasn’t sure I could, even if he ordered me to.

And that was exactly what he did.

“Tell me to leave,” he demanded as he moved his mouth to my neck. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin there while his large hand spanned my hip and slowly trailed up. He paused with his thumb stretched right under my breast. Right below where I wanted his touch. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

“You never listen, do you?” He lifted back up to take my mouth as his hand finally cupped my breast. First on top of my dress and then shoving the fabric down to free it. At the sound of seams ripping, he began to ease back, but I didn’t give a shit.

He could’ve shredded it to delicate scraps of nothing for all I cared.

I arched into his touch and whimpered into his kiss, and whatever vague consideration he had for the straining material was gone. Ignoring the audible tearing, he repeated the process with my other breast before lifting to stare at his accomplishment.

There was nothing blank about the desire in his dark eyes as he raptly watched his hand cup my bare skin. His rough thumb stretched up to circle my hardened nipple as goosebumps spread across my exposed flesh.

Dipping, his teasing tongue followed the same path his thumb had.

My heavy lids shot open as my dress was readjusted back over my breasts—though my bra remained folded under like an obscene shelf. My hands automatically clutched at him and a frantic plea hovered, but he wasn’t attempting to stop.

Instead, he sucked my nipple into his mouth over the fabric. He bit down and flicked the sensitive nub before shifting away. “I can see your pretty pink nipples.” He looked at me through hooded eyes. “I’ve spent weeks wondering if I’d be able to. Fucking obsessing.”

“Please,” I begged on a whisper.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But he was wrong. I knew exactly what I was asking for.

For more of his filthy words. For him to touch me. Taste me. Fill me. Fuck me.

For him to give me everything that I’d been obsessing about.

“Please,” I begged again, my voice firmer that time.

“I’m not fucking you, Madeline.” His rejection didn’t have time to sink in and sting before he continued. “Not tonight. Not when you’ve been drinking. Not before we’ve talked, and you understand what that means.”

“I do understand,” I rushed out. I didn’t. Not really. But I took an educated—and extremely hopeful—guess. “That our agreement is extending again, but I still need to do what you say. Yes. I agree.”

At the tightness in his body and the stretching silence, doubt infiltrated the lust haze clouding my brain.

I could’ve been way off with the conclusion I’d leapt to with the skill of an Olympic long jumper.

For all I knew, he wanted to make it clear that it was a one-time occurrence.

Or casual. Or that it would involve some terms and stipulations I couldn’t even begin to speculate.

I tried to backpedal before I ruined everything. “Forget I said any of that.”

“Don’t.”

“Easton—”

“It’s too late.”

Crushing disappointment sank in my belly.

I was about to get everything I’ve secretly wanted, and I fucked it up.

But it wasn’t anger or disgust on his handsome face.

It was barely restrained darkness. He clutched the comforter like it was his control, and his bunched shoulders rose and fell with the effort.

“It’s too late to take that back. And I’m sure as fuck not forgetting it.

Make no mistake, I plan to fuck you in every single way I’ve been fantasizing about, but like I said, not tonight.

” There was a challenge in his stare down as he waited for me to argue.

I was beyond turned on and to the point of restless pain. But I wasn’t about to make things worse, so I pressed my lips closed.

“Good girl,” he muttered, and that did not help the situation.

I was already in danger of combusting before he moved down the bed and inched my skirt up, going torturously slow.

“That deserves a reward for both of us. You get to come, and I finally get to taste if your pussy is as sweet as I think it is.”

Both of those sounded like rewards for me, but I wasn’t arguing.

Even if I wanted to, I lost the ability to speak when he hooked his fingers in the side of my panties and slid them down my legs. “Spread, baby. Show me what’s mine. What I control.”

My thighs trembled as I parted them, and my breath seized in my lungs.

Easton’s gravelly voice was filled with awe. “Every part of you, Maddie. Every single part of you is perfection. So fucking pretty, it hurts.”

With those oddly tender yet insanely hot words, he dropped his head to consume me.

There was no other description for it. His tongue speared in to taste and take, and he shoved his hand under my ass to tilt my pelvis up to give himself more access.

He groaned low and deep like it was him finding pleasure in the way he worked me.

The desire that’d been growing since the first time I’d seen him built to towering heights as he added a thumb to my clit. My hips rocked, and I wasn’t sure if I was trying to get away from the overwhelming sensation or trying to get more of it. But that decision wasn’t mine. I wasn’t in control.

He used the hand on my pelvis to pin me to the mattress. Forcing me to take what he gave. Getting me just to the edge before easing away until I would’ve sold my soul to have it.

Or sold myself to him all over again.

Mindless and desperate, words spilled from my mouth without thought or consideration to the consequences. “Please, Easton. Please, I’m so close.”

His torment ended, and his control snapped.

He ate my pussy with single-minded determination and a skilled tongue that made my vision tunnel.

My breath froze in my lungs until I wasn’t sure I would ever breathe again.

I could barely hear over the blood rushing in my ears, but I caught the sound of his rough groan as his mouth vibrated against me and his fingertips dug into my flesh.

Is he…

Did he…

Holy fuck, I think he came from eating me out.

That was more than I could stand. I shattered. Completely. Irrevocably. I wasn’t sure if the blinding bliss would ever fade as I came apart all over his tongue.

Like the man was created to give pleasure, Easton expertly worked me the entire time, extending my orgasm before building the next one.

He was also clearly created to torment me because after pressing a few longing kisses to my pussy and clit, he lifted away before I could plummet off the edge again.

Leaving me a soaked, needy pile of goo.

I barely had the chance to inhale before he stole that breath with a dominating kiss. His hand wrapped around my throat as he swept his tongue in to share my taste. When my vision began to tunnel again—that time from lack of oxygen—he tore himself away.

Forehead to mine, he kept his gentle hold on my throat as he spoke. “Swear to Christ, Maddie, that’s never happened to me. Never . But finally having you. Your taste. The way you moaned my name. That you’re mine. Fuck, I lost control.”

I never thought I would see it, but when I leaned away so I could look at Easton, there was an unmistakable blush across his cheeks to go with the shock on his face.

I pushed against his hand to feel more of the delicious pressure and told him the truth. “That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened. Not just to me. The hottest thing in the history of the entire universe.”

He studied me for a moment. “You’re serious.”

“I don’t have any brain cells left to lie with.”

I got a quick glimpse of his smile before he buried his face in my neck.

After a couple peaceful minutes, he groaned—but not in a good way. “I need to shower.” He sat and grabbed a tee I hadn’t noticed from the other side of me and handed it to me. “You’re sleeping in this.”

I opened my mouth before closing it.

The man just consumed the most intimate part of me with an addicting enthusiasm.

I think I am safe to ask a simple question.

“Will you sleep in here with me?” I asked as he stood from the bed.

He turned to face me, and I couldn’t see the evidence of his orgasm. I could, however, see the very intimidatingly massive hard-on that was fighting for its life in his slacks.

Holy shit.

If that is after he’s already…

Holy fucking shit.

He put his fists to the mattress at my sides and bent down. The smirk curving his mouth reminded me of the one he’d given after also catching me checking him out the first time we met. “There’s no keeping me away now.”

Like that wasn’t unhinged, he walked into the bathroom.

And I rushed to change into his t-shirt before flopping back.

No wonder he doesn’t mind all the white and beige.

He gets enough color from the red flags.