Page 15 of Worthy (Adrenalin #1)

Chapter fourteen

Cade

“ H oly shit,” I gasp as Maddox traps my cock between his own and his fist.

“Too much?” He relaxes his grip, though he doesn’t let go completely.

“Not even close. Do it again.” A relieved moan rumbles up my throat as his hand contracts, fissures of electricity sparking everywhere I feel his touch, which is basically along my entire shaft.

Clearly, this is not the first time someone else had held my dick, but feminine hands are smaller, often colder, and if I’m being honest, the pressure is usually a little off. Sometimes it’s too soft, others too tight. It never feels bad—we are talking about having someone pump your junk, after all—but a large, warm palm that’s firm without being restrictive is a dream.

Add the feel of Madd’s steel length rubbing against mine and I’m ready to combust far sooner than I’ve ever been in my life. I won’t, I’ve waited too long for this to reach the finish before we’ve barely gotten started, but if I gave myself over to it I could .

“Oh, fuck yes.” I sink deeper into the cushions, partly because my body feels like a limp noodle—except for my cock obviously—and partly so I can see better.

The view is incredible.

At the risk of sounding smug, my dick is a thing of beauty. Long, smooth, and decently thick, it’s sort of the perfect size and shape. I’m stupid proud of it, and the fact my partners tend to love it as much as I do. But Madd’s cock… It might be even nicer.

It’s about the same length, definitely fuller, and just a shade darker since his skin tone is a fraction more golden than mine. But that little hood that covers his crown on the upstroke and pulls back to reveal his sexy little slit on the down is mesmerizing.

“Can I…” My finger hovers over his tip, eager to feel that thin layer.

His eyes flare with heat. “Yeah,” he says on an exhale.

My fingertip barely makes contact before Madd’s guttural moan echoes around me. I don’t even have to move, I just rest the pad of my pointer finger against his foreskin and let the motion of his fist drag the digit along his crown while he groans his pleasure.

I don’t know what’s hotter, the sounds he makes, or the fact I slide so effortlessly over his tip I feel sparks of arousal in my finger. My finger .

It’s hard to tell whether it’s the silky layer of skin or the precum seeping out of him that makes the glide so smooth. Either way, the friction has him so blissed out his hips are starting to punch forward to chase his fist, which means he’s basically humping my dick, and it feels so good my pelvis starts rocking in time with his.

A chorus of grunts echo around us as we rut together. Feeling brave, I let my finger wander over his crown, working its way under the lip of his foreskin so I can massage his head. Apparently, that’s like the key to nirvana since he braces one arm on the back of the couch and changes the angle of his hips so he’s driving his cock against mine, his thrusts bordering on frantic.

Yes, please.

My dick is on fire, flames of rapture mounting and receding with each stroke, the heat of impending detonation steadily climbing from root to tip. It’s agony and ecstasy swirling together in a vortex of pleasure that consumes my senses, robbing me of sight and sound and taste—everything but the thrill coiling in my groin.

For one brief second, time stops, and all I know is the sweet sensation of floating.

Then I erupt.

Wrapping my hand around the back of Madd’s neck, I pull him to me, crushing our mouths together. My tongue licks into his mouth once, twice, before all I can do is hold him to me and breathe his air while my cock pulses in his fist.

The shuttling fist comes to a stop as moisture spills over my dick, and Madd’s hips slow to a leisurely roll before falling still. For several long minutes, we stay like that, panting, foreheads pressed together, cocks snug in his grip, and truth be told I don’t find it uncomfortable. His weight is sort of reassuring, his woodsy orange scent calming. And the fingers that move from the back of the couch to sift through my hair…they’re downright soothing.

“You okay?” he asks softly, pulling back just enough to see my face.

“Are you asking if I’m on the verge of freaking out because my dick is touching yours?”

“Yes.”

“I’m okay. In case it wasn’t obvious, I like having my dick touch yours. A lot.”

“I like it too.” Madd’s full lips part slightly with that admission, and before I can consider the implications, I find mine touching them softly. It’s not a thank you, not really, although I do feel gratitude for what we just did. And it’s nice how he’s checking in even despite the fact it’s not necessary. More than that though, I just wanted to taste him without the air of lust influencing the moment.

That’s a first.

Before I can dwell on this development, a stomach growls. Whether it’s mine or his I’m not sure, but the sound makes me realize I am hungry.

“Should we finish making dinner?” I look up into the gray eyes that skew a little silver on his now sated face.

“Yeah.” He climbs off me with a timid smile and hands me my clothes before dressing himself, and we make our way to the kitchen to finish cooking.

After washing our hands, we work in silence, but once we’re done and seated at the table with a bottle of wine, the conversation flows.

We talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Favorite movies, favorite foods, favorite books… Well, his, since I’m not much of a reader. We talk about why we love the outdoors, and our families. Though our backgrounds are wildly different since he grew up privileged and my childhood was nothing but average. Still, we both seem to have parents that are genuinely supportive, even if they don’t understand us.

For him, that makes it even more important to prove himself and make his parents proud, which contributes to his independent streak.

For me, my parents’ support is an excuse to act like a kid longer than I should. I leave that part unspoken, though, since he’s so determined to think I’m a better person than I am, and I don’t want to ruin that right now—not entirely. I don’t think we’ll ever come to an agreement on that topic, anyway.

After we’re finished eating and cleaning up, I’m struggling with whether I’m supposed to stay or go when Maddox suggests a movie. He picks something on live TV, a comedy, I think. I’m barely paying attention to the screen because as soon as he sits down, he leans into my side, and I can’t focus on anything except the sensation of his body next to mine. His hand resting on my thigh.

I’m not a cuddler. I’ve never had an occasion to just hold someone, and it’s not something I ever expected to do. Maybe that’s because holding someone never seemed like it would feel anywhere near as good as sex, and in my mind, if it wasn’t as good as sex, there wasn't a reason to do it. Now, I have to admit, his warm body curled against mine is pleasant. Comfortable. Except for the fact, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do in return.

Do I just sit here and let him lean against me? Hold his hand? Put my arm around him? The latter seems like it’d be the most natural in this situation. Taking care to jostle him as little as possible, I lift my arm and rest it on the back of his shoulders, which makes it so his head is propped against my chest.

The extra weight over my lungs makes me hyper aware of each breath. I try to keep them shallow, so I’m not moving too much, but that only seems to make my heart beat faster. It doesn’t help that I can smell the lingering evidence of us on his skin, but I’m determined not to do anything to suggest I’m just biding my time until I can get him naked.

I really am content to just have him close.

Madd isn’t, though.

That is, if his wandering hand is any indication.

I try my hardest to focus on the movie, to make this time with him about him , not sex. But as his fingers hesitantly glide over my thigh, my cock starts to swell, and as soon as he notices the traitor at half-mast underneath my shorts, he hyper-fixates on it, tracing the outline from base to tip and back again. He even outlines the divot of its mushroom head and that sends a thrill up my spine he doesn’t ignore.

I’m not used to other people taking the lead, though when they do, in my experience it was always aggressive. Desperate. Not slow and curious and sensual. Not like this.

This is torture. Slow, gentle, blissful torture.

The thoroughness of his movements create a whole new sensation I’ve never felt before. It’s relaxing, yet wave after wave of desire crashes through me as Maddox’s delicate fingers explore my body. .

I’m torn between doing nothing and letting him have his way with me. I’d let him make me beg if he felt so moved. As it is, I’m struggling not to take over and do as I please. To release my hips that I’ve pinned to the couch with the last shed of my remaining will, let them thrust into the warmth of his mouth. It doesn’t help that he’s teasing me with his breath, ghosting the delicious heat of it over my cock. And it’s just mere inches away.

My head flops back against the couch as I trap a groan deep inside my throat.

No. What I should be doing is discouraging this so he knows I’m not hanging out with him just to get off.

I am trying–desperately trying, and failing… hard –to turn over a new leaf. To be a better person. For him. For me. Fuck. Who am I kidding?

He wants this.

He initiated this.

Right?

Maddox stops his clever perusal and runs a full palm down the length of my dick, causing it to jerk inside my shorts. It feels so good , the pleasure borders on pain, but in a needy, achy way. I want him to grab me, to squeeze hard and relieve the discomfort, or at the very least take me out so my shorts aren’t pinching me, but at the same time he’s got me hovering on the edge, and the sweet agony feels phenomenal.

Fuck .

I try to sit still, to not rock my hips up into his touch, but I’m losing control over my body. The need to fuck him until our limbs forget how to work is too great and growing with every second that ticks by.

″Do you like torturing me?” I clench my teeth together.

″Am I? I thought this would feel good.” His hand stills and he looks up at me, guiltily. Shit .

″It feels incredible, it’s just getting a little tight down there.” I tip his chin up so I can kiss him and disabuse him of the notion that I don’t like what he’s doing. He’s pretty much told me several times before not to make his decisions for him, so even though he’s moving faster than I expected him to, if he’s comfortable enough to make a move I won’t stop him.

I said I was trying to be good, not that I wouldn’t let him talk me into being bad.

″Well, that’s easy to fix, right?” Maddox reaches for my pants and pops open the button before reaching for the zipper. He slowly drags it open and pushes my boxers out of the way, my cock standing up as soon as it's free, but rather than take it in hand he simply stares at it.

“What?” I grunt.

My question has his eyes snapping to mine, though he immediately lowers them with a slight shake of his head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I reach down and stroke myself, needing to take the edge off, loving how it makes his breath catch. Then he shakes his head again.

“I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”

“Done what? Taken my dick out? ”

His head bobs curtly.

I give myself another stroke. “Does it look like I’m unhappy about that?”

A head shake.

Letting go of my dick, I place my fingers under his jaw and tip his head up so he’s forced to look at me.

“Do you always ask people you’ve hooked up with if you can touch them again or is this because it’s my first time with a guy?”

To his credit, he holds my stare when he answers. “The second one.”

“Well, I appreciate the concern but cut that shit out. No one’s forcing me to be with a man, so you don’t need to worry about me panicking. And as far as touching me goes,” my voice takes on a husky tone, “you can do that whenever you want.”

Madd licks his lips as his eyes drift lower, back to my exposed cock. He reaches for me, finger gently circling my tip. My cock lurches toward his touch.

″You like that?” He smiles at me, almost like he’s proud of my reaction.

″Yeah,” I say through gritted teeth.

He trails his finger from the tip down to the base. “And this?”

″Yes.” I have to breathe through my nose since my jaw is locked tight.

He wraps his hand around me and gives a gentle squeeze before sliding his fist up and down.

″And that?”

″Fuck yes,” I growl. “I like all the ways you touch me.”

He smiles mischievously and I watch, captivated, as he explores me without abandon. Gentle glides of his finger up and down my length, occasionally circling or flicking the tip. Fisting me in his hand to stroke me slowly. Gently tugging my sac before moving back to my rigid length. My cock has never been handled so thoroughly. So affectionately, like it’s giving him pleasure just to touch it.

Fuck, is that even possible? Usually when people—women—have touched my dick, it was about getting it hard enough to ride. A means to an end. Maddox seems turned on just by discovering how his touch affects me, and it makes me want to return the favor so I can see what turns him on.

Whoa. That’s messed up. Or, not messed up exactly, but intense in a way I’ve never experienced. Am I really getting excited about the idea of learning how to touch him, like that’s just as rewarding as the actual finish? I need to find out.

Before I can take charge, he drops to the floor so he’s kneeling in front of me, takes my shaft in his fist, and places a tender kiss on my tip. Once again, his actions leave me reeling.

No one has ever kissed my cock before. Plenty of women have put their mouths on it, but they either slobbered all over it or sucked like they were trying to hoover my brains out. And until right this second, I wasn’t dissatisfied with either scenario since I happen to like wet, aggressive blow jobs. But having Maddox kiss, and lick and friggin savor my dick is an experience that will be seared into my soul.

The way his eyelids flutter as he licks over my length, and how he exhales contentedly when his plump lips circle my crown, have my heart beating so hard I can feel it in my dick. Tiny little pulses of ecstasy ripple over my shaft one after the other, a series of successive explosions that he teases to the surface then soothes with his tongue before they tip me over.

The TV is long forgotten, erased by the image of Madd’s sultry mouth lapping at my dick. It’s the most glorious torture, and despite the leisurely pace, I’m starting to think he can pull an orgasm from me just by looking so blissed out.

My balls draw up tight, spurred on by the idea of filling his throat with my release, then abruptly deflate as Maddox pulls off me with an audible pop.

“Nooo.” A needy whine I didn’t know I could make escapes my lips. “Don’t stop,” I beg.

“I have to if you want to come in my ass.”

My eyes blink furiously, trying to reconcile the words I just heard with the man kneeling before me. Did he just…?

Maddox holds out his hand, and I take it without a second thought. But the walk to the bedroom gives me a few minutes to come to my senses.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as we cross the threshold.

“Do you ask everyone you hook up with if they’re sure—” he arches a coy brow as he strips off his clothes “—or is this because I don’t usually have casual sex.”

“The second one.” I try not to smirk as we throw our earlier words back at each other.

“Well, I appreciate the concern but cut that shit out. I know what I’m doing.” He pushes me to my back on the bed and climbs on top of me, and once again my heart threatens to beat out of my chest, although this time I don’t think it’s because I’m so turned on. I think it’s because he’s radiating this confidence I’ve only gotten the occasional glimpse of to this point, and even though I never intended for him to feel confident about being with me , I’m sort of proud of him for it. Confidence looks good on him.

The squelch of lube Madd’s coating his fingers with snaps my attention back to him.

What the actual fuck just happened ?

My dick’s out, a gorgeous guy looks like he’s getting himself ready to ride it, and I’m more focused on his internal growth than getting laid.

Who even am I?

That question goes unanswered as Madd leans forward to touch his lips to mine. Then he lines my cock up with his ass.

Before I pout about not having the opportunity to stretch him, he sinks onto me, and every thought in my head is erased by the sheer bliss of feeling his slippery walls engulf me.

″Oh God,” I groan, arching my hips up to feel more of him. “Fuck.”

″This feels good?” He starts to rock his hips slowly, those incredible washboard abs flexing enticingly.

″Fuck yes. It feels amazing. It…” I strain to get the words out. “God, it’s so tight…” I’m so overcome with the pleasure of having my dick strangled by Madd’s heavenly ass it takes a full minute or two to register his perfect cock sliding over my stomach as he swivels his pelvis. For reasons I don’t understand, my hand shoots out to grab it, holding it against my torso and rubbing my thumb over the thin skin on his crown, feeling unreasonably proud when I catch Madd’s eyes fluttering.

“Keep doing that,” he rasps, eyes still closed.

“This really does it for you, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“I thought prostates were supposed to be the magic button.”

“They can be.” He grinds down before punching forward, moaning when the pressure on his tip increases. “But what you’re doing right now feels just as good.”

“You’re kinda making me jealous of your dick right now.” I tease my thumb between his foreskin and his crown. “And here I thought I had nothing to be ashamed of. ”

He clenches around my shaft, making my vision hazy. “You don’t.”

I let his foreskin fall back into place and circle my thumb around his crown, preening when it makes him gasp and wail. “I feel like I’m missing out though. No one’s been able to pull that particular sound out of me.”

“We’ll see what happens when I find your prostate.”

Prior to this moment, I hadn’t worked out whether I wanted a turn on the bottom, but if Maddox thinks he can get me to sound like he does by milking my prostate, I’m game. Not that my cock doesn’t feel spectacular right now, but if there’s a better high than this, I want to experience it.

“Looking forward to it.” I smirk.

Maddox rolls his eyes. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Oh, hell yeah.

With those three simple words all my control evaporates. I crush my mouth to his as I flip us over and plunge deep, intent on finding the spot that will make him scream. Despite my rapid pace, I’m trying not to take him like an animal, but fuck, the feel of his slick walls rubbing against me, the sound of our skin slapping together, his needy moans… I’m so lost.

″Damn, Madd. You feel so good. I want you with me, but I can’t hold back.” I’m rambling as I thrust, rolling my hips with each pass to peg his prostate. And when he wails again, I know I’ve found it.

The term jackhammer never made sense to me until just now as my body moves on autopilot to chase its release. Thrusting as fast and hard and deep as physically possible, I’m spurred on by Madd’s increasingly anxious moans. And then I feel it, the tiny kiss of his ass starting to tighten around me, and time stops.

I hover over Maddox as I come apart, my dick twitching almost violently in the tight confines of his ass. Each tremor sends a jolt of bliss throughout my body, pleasure so acute I’m not even sure how I remember to breathe.

My toes curl and cramp as my cock finally stills, and it’s only then I register the feel of Madd’s release painting the space between us, and realize I’ve collapsed on top of him.

Oh. My. God.

My body is utterly spent, limbs stiff from exertion. I couldn’t move if I tried, and I don’t have to, because without a condom I can linger inside… Holy shit!

I pull back like I’ve been scalded. “I didn’t… We didn’t… Fuck, Maddox, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” He regards me warily.

“We didn’t use a condom. I didn’t… I’ve never…” I run a nervous hand through my hair. “I’ve never done that before. I’ve never forgotten. Shit ! I’ll get tested tomorrow. I’m sure I’m clean, but I’ll get tested anyway. I… Fuck !”

Madd’s tired eyes look almost silver in the dim light as he holds out a hand. “It’s okay.”

I take his hand, letting him pull me so I’m lying beside him. “It’s not okay. I’m not the most responsible guy, but I’ve never been that reckless. I’m so sorry. You deserve better.”

“Stop putting this on you when we both got carried away.” He swipes what looks like his t-shirt over my stomach and then his to clean the mess. “Get some sleep.”

“Get some—You want me to stay?” I roll my head to look at him, mouth ajar.

“It’d make me feel less like a booty call if you did.”

“That’s not how I see you. That’s not—” Maddox silences me with a finger to my lips .

“I know. And I know things might not have gone this far tonight if I didn’t start it. But since they did, stay.”

Staying is not something I’ve done, or even had any desire to do. Yet, the idea of leaving now makes my chest feel sort of hollow.

″Okay,” I agree, placing a kiss on his soft lips before I put that thought into words.