Page 30 of Chance Encounter

“Oh, Mad, I’m going to fuck you so good.” I lean down and nip his bottom lip. “You’re going to beg for me to be in your ass every night.”

“There’s the cocky asshole I know and love,” he laughs and then moans when I hit his prostate.

“Yeah, that’s right. You love my cock.” I push his legs higher, wanting to hear him moan with each stroke.

“I can’t believe I waited so long,” he groans. I’m not sure if he’s talking about the sex or finally telling each other how we feel. I can’t help but feel the same way.

He runs one hand down my chest as he moves the other hand down his chest until he’s gripping his cock that’s shining with pre-cum. His hand on me reaches around, gripping my ass, and with each flex, I can feel his fingers digging into my flesh.

I trail my hand down his slick chest and rest my hand over his six-pack that really should be called an eight pack, he’s so damn defined. Unable to hold back, I pump faster. My balls slap against his ass with each thrust, and the sound is sexy as hell. Utter bliss covers Mad’s face, and I have to say it’s one of my favorite looks on him. The way he’s giving over to his pleasure with his head thrown back and seeing his Adam’s apple bob as he sucks in air has my balls tingling.

“Fuck, Mad, I’m not going to last much longer,” I groan, my pace becoming erratic.

Leaning back, I brace myself with his shins and watch as he unravels underneath me. The way his body shakes and arches as white ropes of cum shoot across his chest and all over his hand undoes me.

Slowing down, I draw out every ounce of ecstasy until we’re both wrung dry.

I collapse on top of him, panting against the side of his neck. Each time my lips brush against his skin, he shivers. Mad’s long arms circle me, and he nuzzles his nose into my hair.

I hold his head against mine and let out a contented sigh. Today is the happiest day of my life, and I know it’s only just the beginning. “So, are you going to let me do that again?”

Mad skates his fingers down my ribs and only stops once he gets to the dip of my waist. “You can do that to me anytime you want.”

Lifting my head, I trace my thumb over his bottom lip. “I know trusting me wasn’t easy, but thank you for letting me in.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re talking about more than my ass?”

“Because I am. You didn’t have to forgive me. Hell, you could have turned me away when I showed up on your doorstep, but you didn’t. I only wish that we would have had this talk back in high school.”

“Then we wouldn’t have had all the great hate sex we’ve had.” He grins, and I can feel his silent chuckle shaking my body. “I’m not going to lie; there may be times where I pick a fight just to relive those times.”

“Hate sex is great sex, but what we just shared is even better. Either way, I know we’re going to have amazing sex. What do you say we take a quick shower before we meet up with everyone else?”

Mad sits up with me on top of him. “I’d say there’s nothing ever quick about us taking a shower together, but I think they’ll understand if we’re late.”

“I think you’re right.” I jump out of bed and watch as Maddox gets up and walks to the bathroom. His ass flexes with each step he makes, and I know we’re going to be more than a little late. I can’t get enough of him. Luckily, he feels the same way.

My chest feels light now that I know Maddox and I are on the same page. The fact that we’ll be living together almost seems like a dream. We’ve come so far in this last year, putting aside past hurt and traumas. I realize I never needed to be number one at everything, and maybe if I had known what Maddox’s home life was back then, I wouldn’t have cared so much about winning. Who can say, though? All I know is I found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with back in elementary school. It just took a couple of decades for us to figure out we were perfect for each other.

“What are you waiting for?” Mad yells from the bathroom.

Nothing, because I’ve got everything I need right where I am.

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