Page 19 of Mad for Madison

As soon as he’d wiped his lips, he pressed them against my lower abdomen. He kissed me gently, his jaw touching my sensitive, throbbing cock, and he looked up. “You can come. We have all night.”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I want…” And when the words wouldn’t come, I took him under his arms and lifted him to his feet. “You,” I said. “I want you.”

“I’m all yours,” Madison said, hooking his thumbs inside the waist of his pants and tugging them low. The smooth, tanned skin didn’t change as he swayed his hips back and forth, sliding his pants down.

With unexpected courage, I put my hands on his waist, feeling his body under my fingertips, feeling the connection between us that I had never felt with Ava. Odd, how I had tried so hard to feel anything with Ava and failed, yet didn’t need to try at all with Madison. The desperate longing to be present in this moment welled in me without an announcement, without trying. It was simply here and now.

Madison undid the button on his pants, and they dropped around his ankles. He stepped out of them as I took a step back. He was magnificent. The perfectly sculpted figure stood before me, and I took my time to appreciate him, to memorize all his curves and angles, and to commit this night to memory for the rest of my days.

As my gaze caressed his body, Madison stood still, somehow appearing seductive and inviting even though he did nothing at all. The half-smile, the shallow breaths, the way he hooked one thumb inside his dark blue boxer briefs, and the way the waistband stretched so low that I could see the shaved skin just above where his cock bulged and lifted the soft fabric of his underwear—it was enough to make me wild with desire, but I tried to remain calm.

“On the bed,” I said, and Madison sat down. A heartbeat later, he lay back, sprawling on the big bed and waiting for me. His dick was so incredibly hard that it stretched his underwear thin.

“Is this how you want me?” Madison asked. His deep purr of a voice had a way of coming across as soft and helpless, like I had all the power over him when we both knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

I was stumbling in the dark, grasping for hints and clues, guided only by my desire to unite with him in ecstasy and pleasure. For years, I wanted to be him. I wanted to know what it was like to be Madison Masters, a boy so pretty that people lost their hearts when passing him on the street, so confident that he exhibited himself to the whole world and only winked and smiled.

To be him or to be with him, the conundrum had never resolved itself.

“That’s exactly how I want you,” I said, my voice hoarse, barely under control. I knelt on the bed between Madison’s spread legs and leaned low until my lips found the hard surface of his marble torso, trailing the middle of his body until they grazed the elastic stretch of fabric of his waistband.

My fingers trembled when I took his underwear in my hands and closed my fists, taking off the last piece of his clothing and leaving him bare and beautiful on our bed.

I had to get off the bed to take his boxer briefs all the way off. Then, before joining him on the thick duvet, I placed my hands on his ankles and watched the way his cock pulsed, stiffening every time I touched him anywhere.

“You’re killing me,” Madison said, his arms resting above his head, hands wrapped around wrists, muscles bunching and voice cracking. “You’re seriously killing me.”

His words forced a grin to my face despite my best efforts to be cool. Perhaps cool wasn’t the right way to be, not when my heart desired nothing but this.

So I let myself smile as my hands dragged slowly up his legs, feeling the softness of the skin on his inner thighs, reaching his groin, brushing over his big, heavy balls, and teasing him until a shudder passed through his torso.

I took him in my left hand, so unfamiliar with the sensation, and stroked him the way he’d done to me before.

Oddly, I didn’t think of Madison as Nico Hart. I didn’t think of him as the person from those videos—not this beautiful guy who wanted to be with me. It wasn’t intentional, but it simply felt separate. Nico liked it rough with big men—or so his scripts made it seem—but Madison was seductive and soft, gentle and fragile.

I leaned down, wetting my lips before parting them and inhaling deeply. The scent of his musk mixed with the sea breeze that followed him everywhere, creating a unique scent that would forever be Madison in my mind and my heart.

My lips closed around his cock, the sensation so surreal and foreign that, for a moment, I forgot what I had to do. Then, Madison sighed, exhaling deeply with pleasure, and I relaxed into it. My head lowered as far as I could take him, which wasn’t that far at all, but Madison put his hands around my wrists and held on to me while I sucked him.

Amateurish at best, I tried hard to copy what Madison had done just minutes earlier, but I wasn’t sure I was doing it right. I heard him inhale sharply twice, both times following my doomed attempt to take him deeper into my throat, only to have my muscles constrict and my head bob up in panic.

Tears filled my eyes, clumping my eyelashes with wetness, as I tried my hardest to pleasure him in return.

But Madison moaned. He panted and sighed, gasped occasionally, and held on to my wrists with growing firmness while my hands squeezed the sides of his waist.

My lips couldn’t stay sealed around his girth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking a third of his length until my throat felt full, and a choking sensation made me hold my breaths. I would breathe erratically, in short bursts, looking up at him only to find his chest rising high and his face melting with pleasure, eyes closed, and lips curled into a partial smile.

Although I had thought that nothing could turn me on like his lips around my dick had, I discovered just how wrong I had been. Giving him this pleasure was the strongest aphrodisiac I’d ever had.

I leaned low, my throat stuffed and the flow of air cut off, and I held him in for as long as I could before pulling my head away. A deep breath of air filled my lungs as I gasped, my lips and chin wet with saliva, tears streaking my cheeks.

Madison released my left wrist and wrapped his hand around his hard cock, stroking it gently and panting. “Fuck, Bradley,” he whispered, short of breath. “That was…incredible.”

I didn’t believe him, not fully, but I adored him for saying it. And instead of telling him how great he was at everything he did, I simply kissed his thigh. I kissed it with my wet lips, dragging them up and down the length of his upper leg until I was so high that my lips and nose were buried in Madison’s crotch.

I didn’t know if this turned him on at all. I didn’t know if this was an act of intimacy or lunacy. All I knew was that I hadn’t had enough of him. I wanted more. So I buried my face in his groin, kissing and licking his balls, his thigh, his taint, and everywhere I could reach.

Madison thrust his chest and stomach out, twisting and contorting as I devoured him. He moaned louder, grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pressing my face deeper andharder against his balls, making me thirst and hunger for him more with each passing second.

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