Page 18 of Mad for Madison

I wanted us closer. I wanted us to be so close that the line between us was indistinguishable. So I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, thrusting my tongue into his mouth with new force.

Madison accepted it gladly. He used his tongue to play with mine, unashamed and unbothered, and stepped back, pulling me with him toward the bed.

My heart hammered in my chest as I realized that we were going there with a single purpose in mind. This was, after all, real.

Madison pulled his head back, his hands locked on the small of my back, and looked into my eyes. “How do you want me, Bradley?”

I hadn’t expected him to ask. It hadn’t crossed my mind that we would need to talk about it, to make decisions, but I understood in that instant how important it was that we did.

When I didn’t say anything, Madison blessed me with his sweetest, most innocent smile. “Like this?” And with so much grace that it seemed like I was dreaming, Madison slid down to his knees.

He looked at me with big eyes and bit his lip, waiting for a reply.

My hand cupped the back of his head as I looked deep into those fiery eyes. “Fuck yeah,” I huffed, breathless and speechless.

Madison leaned forward, pressing his lips against my stomach. They were hot and wet and softer than fluffy summer clouds. He kissed the length of my stomach with deliberate slowness, taking his time to explore my body with his lips while his fingers undid my pants, spreading them apart and pulling them down over my ass.

“I watched you the other day,” Madison whispered against my skin, his breath heated, his voice vibrating through me. “When you were changing.”

I couldn’t say anything. My tongue was tied. Air hitched in my throat as my finger ran through his dark hair.

“You’ve no idea how sexy you are,” he purred.

I tensed. My body reacted quickly to the lie.

He must have felt it because he looked up. “You are, Bradley,” he said firmly. “You don’t even know it, but you are.”

I clenched my teeth and tightened my fist around a handful of the hair on the back of his head.

Madison gasped, a cocky, sinful grin painting his face, and he hooked his fingers inside the waistband of my boxer briefs. “I want you in my mouth,” he said, tugging my underwear down.

If I’d been worried about it before, I no longer was. His words were too impossible to believe, yet I believed him. I was sexy to him. Somehow, the universe had planted this incredible guy just across the street from where I worked, and it made him see me as sexy. I wouldn’t question its wisdom.

Madison pulled my underwear down, letting my dick spring to freedom and stand stiffly before his eyes.

That devastatingly handsome smile remained on Madison’s face as he cocked his head, taking me in his right hand and giving me a slow, firm stroke.

I throbbed in his hand before I could force myself to relax. Or try to, anyway. I had no reason to think I could actually relax and make this last.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Madison said with an unmistakable note of pleasure. He blinked and looked up at me, his eyelashes incredibly long and dark, framing his gorgeous eyes with elegance. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around my cock.

My cool exterior fell off instantly. My mouth dropped open as I watched my dick slowly disappear into Madison’s sexy mouth. He sealed his lips tightly around my length, sucking the air out of his mouth, and bobbed his head gently back and forth while looking at me with something like a plea.

I held a fistful of his hair even then, but I let him move his head how he wanted. Hot air left his nostrils in quick, short bursts, his breathing cutting off whenever his head leaned forward and took me deeper in. Moment by moment, he took me deeper into his throat.

The indecision, the surprise, the strangeness of it all wore off after a few more heartbeats. I wasn’t lost in a forest, wandering hopelessly. I was here, grounded with him, anchored to him, and it pleased us both.

I placed my other hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, making his eyes widen as I slid myself into his throat. The moan that burst out of him matched the sound I was making.

Panting, I held his head still and swung my hips, using him as a delicious, beautiful plaything. Even then, he looked at me. He looked into my eyes throughout all of it, resting his hands on my legs and keeping his head still for me.

The tension rose, although I wasn’t sure it was a tangible kind of tension. It existed within me, twisting, straining, making me taut like a rubber string that was about to snap. My muscles knotted, and my cock throbbed, but that wasn’t even close to the tightness I felt deep inside myself.

And I realized I was close. I was too close. My breaths were shallow and short, sweat breaking over my back and under my arms.

Madison pulled away from me a moment before it was too late and grinned, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “That was close.”

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