Page 36 of Mad for Madison

“I like you,” he whispered tightly between the kisses. “I like you a lot, Bradley. You make me feel…” But he never finished that sentence. Hot? Sexy? Good? Whatever it was, its meaning dissolved in a kiss that followed.

Madison and I turned and twisted on his futon, hands moving slowly at first and faster as time went on, exploring each other without hesitation. He never flinched when I cupped his balls or ran my finger between his cheeks just to feel the warmth of his hole.

Our tongues teased one another. My chest rose as I inhaled deeply, pressing hard against Madison’s, and he wrapped his arms around me to keep me closer. I kissed him madly, staringly, mercilessly. I kissed him like the approaching dawn would turn us into stone so we would never get to kiss again.

Rolling on the thin mattress, I knelt between Madison’s legs and trailed his chin, jawline, and neck with my kisses. I foundthe soft part of his ear and bit it, making him wiggle under my body, his fingers sinking into the flesh on my back.

“I want you,” Madison purred as I kissed the length of his neck, feeling his racing pulse under my lips. He made my blood heat up with lust, but I knew I made his heart quicken. “I need you, Bradley.”

“I’m here,” I whispered against his heated skin.

He held me closer, every inch of our torsos pressing tightly together, our bodies feeling one another with a desperate need to join, to merge together, to be one.

Before, I would have imagined Madison wanting a partner who could lift him in his arms and do wild things to him. I would have imagined him bored of whatever vanilla hip thrusts most people could offer. I would have thought he needed someone bigger, rougher, hotter than even the actors he worked with. But I had been wrong.

Madison longed to feel close to someone. He yearned for the sensual act of uniting with someone in their rawest form.

So I took his wrists in my hands and trapped his arms above his head. I kissed him while letting our bodies grind. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, searching for his vulnerabilities and examining his longings. Nico Hart wanted big boys to rough him around; Madison Masters wanted to be loved.

I can do that for you, I thought.I can love you until my dying breath. I’d done it for free for so long. I could do it in the light of day, too.

So we kissed, turning one another on with every little move and every tiny moan. We dragged it out like we had all the time in the world and the sun would never rise.

And when my lips trailed all of his torso to the smooth skin of his groin, I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent.Mine, I thought and was filled with such possessiveness that my hands tightenedaround his wrists, now pinned on the sides of his hips, by sheer instinct.

Madison was so hard that his dick couldn’t lie on his stomach for even a second. It stood at full mast, curving slightly, a shade darker than the rest of his body, veins standing out. The glistening drops of precum appeared from the slit, dragging and leaving a wet trail over the swollen head of his cock. The sight made my mouth water, and I resigned myself to the physical pleasure we could find in one another.

I wrapped my lips around his cock, taking him into my mouth and letting the flavors of his precum sink into my tongue.

Madison inhaled shakily, his chest rising high, and exhaled with a shudder. He lay still, letting me tease him with my tongue, letting me drag the tip of my tongue around the rim of his head. It was all I could do when I couldn’t take him deep into my throat. Not yet, at least.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “That feels…” But a moan cut him off, and I lowered my head a little further, feeling his cock press hard against the roof of my mouth, stopping just against the tight muscles of my throat.

I sucked him as well as I could. My body still rejected the sensation if I tried to go too far, but that didn’t stop me from finding ways to torment him with my mouth. My lips were sealed around him, my tongue pressed hard against the bottom side of him, air sucked out of my mouth, and I slowed down so much that it left Madison in a permanent state of fearful expectation. I couldn’t impress him with how deep I could take him, but I could make him feel this so strongly and so deliberately that he would never forget it.

I let go of his wrists, but he still clutched fistfuls of the bedsheet beneath him. Every muscle in his body was taut with tension. His voice was strained and small. His shoulders and upper back were lifted off the futon, and his abs flexed to keephim in that position. I could feel the tension seeping from him into me, overflowing him and filling me up.

Saliva trickled from my mouth and down his cock whenever I moved my head. And when I brought my right hand to the base of his cock, I dragged it over his slick length and his rising, tightening balls. He shivered, trembled like crazy, when I pressed my finger against his taint and dragged it lower, finding the place of his pleasure, finding the warmth of his hole, and adding just enough pressure to make his eyes open.

He looked into my eyes feverishly. “Yes,” he hissed. “I want to…feel you…inside.”

My finger was slick with my spit, and Madison was still wet and loose from a few hours ago. The faint scent of lube, rosy and enchanting, lingered on him even as I pushed my finger carefully into his body.

Madison’s head thumped back against the futon, the pillow pushed somewhere aside in the heat of our movements, and he inhaled deeply as I felt the tightness dissolve around my finger. With the tension gone, I made my way into him, feeling him relax all the way until my last knuckle.

I knew where to touch him to make him wild with lust. I knew where to add pressure to make him pant and cry for more. But I knew not to do it immediately. The art of it, in my view, was to give him the barest traces of it, to feed him breadcrumbs until he begged.

Madison’s hand moved free of the bedsheet, and his fingers closed around the curls on the back of my head. His other hand slipped between us, and he grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly and pulling me closer, making me reach deep into him with passionate thrusts.

As I jerked my hand back and forth, I extended my middle finger, letting it add pressure to his hole with each move until he accepted me inside his body. The tension was immediate, hishole tightening around my fingers, slowing me down, making me wait.

He relaxed slowly, taking time to adjust to the sensation, and I twisted my hand clockwise and counter, helping him get used to it. I eased both fingers into him, making him pant shakily while barely moving my head, simply holding him in my mouth until I was sure he wouldn’t blow. My gaze was locked on his angelic face. I watched the pleasure spilling over, glowing, rising in his features. I felt him throbbing my mouth. I heard his breaths as air hitched in his throat, and tension was such that I feared he would snap.

“Fuck me, Bradley,” he begged, his voice tight and strangled. “Please. Just…” A moan ripped free from his lips as my fingers found his prostate, making his entire body twist in pleasure.

I let my fingers slide out slowly, rubbing his hole soothingly once they were out, and I wrapped my hand around his cock to stroke him once I lifted my head. He was so ready for me that I didn’t need to wonder. The adoration on his face and in his eyes reflected what I felt for him at this exact moment.

It was devotion.

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