Page 41 of Thirst Trap

He let out a shaky breath, head tipping back.

“You want someone to take it from you.”

And Maddison did.

She slid his belt off slowly. Unzipped him with her mouth on his neck, one hand on his thigh, steady and commanding. Lucas couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn’t stop feeling everything too much, too sharp.

She pushed him flat and climbed on top of him again, warm and slick against his cock.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” she said, dragging her hips just enough to make him gasp. “About you under me. Begging.”

Lucas bit his lip, too hard. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Open them,” she said. “I want you to watch.”

And he did. He watched her take him inch by inch. He watched her rock her hips like she was built for this. For him. Watchedher fuck him slow, deep, relentless until he was moaning, writhing, whispering her name like prayer.

Until he came with his hands gripping the sheets, not her, because she didn’t want him to hold on to her. She wanted him undone. When he finished thighs trembling, chest rising like he’d run a goddamn marathon she leaned over him, kissed the sweat on his neck, and smiled.

“Good boy.”

And Lucas CreamsCEO, legacy, killer, control freak almost started crying again.

***

The room was quiet now. Only the hum of the city below and their ragged breathing filled the space. Lucas lay there flushed, dazed, wrecked his arms slack beside him like he’d surrendered everything. Because he had. Maddison stroked her fingers down his chest, slow and grounding, as she leaned forward and kissed his damp forehead.

“You okay?” she whispered, brushing his hair back.

He nodded, barely. Still catching his breath. Then suddenly, like it had built in him too long he pulled her down into him, arms wrapping tight around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder.

“It’s okay, Lucas,” she murmured into his hair. “You’re safe.”

He breathed her in. Hot and fast. Then.

“I used to think about this,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “Us.”

Maddison still.

“For years. Since your first DM. Booklover69.”

He laughed softly, almost embarrassed. “You sent this pic once… in a red lace bra with strawberries on your thighs. You were reading Dracula and licking whipped cream off your finger and I… I fucking kept it. All of it. The messages. The voice notes. The pictures.”

He pulled back just enough to look at her eyes raw and unguarded.

“Okay, I’m sounding like a stalker now.”

Maddison’s lips curved into a wicked, fond smile.

“You are a stalker. But you’re my stalker.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth, then whispered:

“And I sent those for you, idiot. Every. Single. One.”

Lucas stared at her like she’d just handed him a galaxy.

Then he laughed soft and breathless before pulling her fully on top of him again and letting his forehead rest against hers.