Page 59 of Mad Rivals
“I love it when you’re sucking on my clit,” she clarifies, sassy as ever even when I’m eating her out.
I laugh against her pussy, but I take her clit in between my lips again anyway. Maybe I was demanding and dominating back in that bathroom, but I want her to see that she can be in charge, too.
“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth or my cock?” I ask.
“Pretty confident you’re going to be able to do it at all,” she remarks, and I laugh.
“I can assure you, it’s going to happen. You tell me how.”
“Fuck me, Madden,” she demands.
Her wish is my command. I climb back down, grab the condom, and roll it on all in the space of about five seconds, and then I slide back into position over the top of her. I fucked her from behind the first time, and this time I want to sink into her as she writhes beneath me.
Her eyes are hot on mine as I slide my cock through her slit. I pump myself against her clit a few times, and her eyes close as she gives in to the pleasure. I stop what I’m doing, and her eyes open with a bit of curiosity in them as she waits patiently. Once they’re open and on mine, I push into her.
I don’t make my way in as slowly this time. We’ve already done this once, so I know she can take it.
“Oh, God,” she cries as I push all the way in. Her pussy grips greedily onto me, as if she’s giving the truth about how much she wants me even if Kennedy hasn’t voiced that yet.
“Your pussy was made for this cock,” I grunt, and she cries out in agreement as she wraps her legs around me, locking them at her feet. Her fingers trace tenderly up my back.
I start to drive into her, but I keep the pace slow as I lean up on my arm over her to study her as I thrust leisurely but forcefully. She meets my thrusts as she tilts her hips for me, her eyes on mine but her brows moving with my thrusts as if she can hardly take it each time I give it to her as deeply as our bodies will allow me to go.
This connection with her is un-fucking-real. I’m pushing her body to heights I’m not sure she’s ever been, and in doing so, she’s taking me places I’ve never been before, either.
Each time I stroke in deeply, she claws at my back. She’s leaving sexy scratch marks, little souvenirs of this night together, and I fucking love it.
“It’s so sexy when you claw at me,” I say, and she stops for a second as if she hadn’t realized she was doing it. She seems to get self-conscious for a second, and I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. I trail down to her neck as I continue to drive into her, and I move my lips toward her ear. “Keep doing it. I fucking love it.”
She scratches the fuck out of me at that, and the pain is somehow a heady contrast to the pleasure I’m currently feeling. It drives everything up a notch, pushing me into what feels like it’s going to be a long and intense orgasm.
And then it edges up on me out of nowhere. I don’t want this to end. I want to keep fucking her all night like this, slow and steady and deep. It’s creating a new connection between us, forming a stronger, more intimate bond as we create a new memory of each other that I know I’ll dig up often in the days and weeks to come.
I only wish I could blow my load inside her to mark her with my cum, to watch it as it drips out of her pussy after I wrecked her. Maybe another time. Maybe when we know each other alittle better. Maybe when we’ve fallen even deeper and agree there’s room for a future together.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” I rasp. “I can’t hold on anymore.”
“Give it to me!” she screams at me, and I don’t know where that feral cat just came from, but it’s extraordinarily erotic and sensual. Her body coils tightly as she says it, and then she starts to unleash her wild side as the orgasm seems to race through her. She’s clawing at me and moaning my name as she says, “Fuck, Madden, yes! Oh God, yes!”
I lose it at that. Heat races through my entire body as the explosion detonates, and the sweet relief of a climax pumps out of me and into the condom, jet after hot jet. I grunt my way through it as I slow my thrusts to longer, still deeper strokes. She hangs on, fighting her way through her own climax as my mouth drops to hers for an intense, deep kiss as we ride it out together to the end.
I’m depleted as I come down from the high of an orgasm, but I kiss her gently, tenderly, slowly after the rising heat we just raced through together. I shift out of her, immediately missing the grip her pussy had as it clenched onto me.
I move to the side of her, breaking our kiss, and lay on the bed, pulling her over so she’s resting on my chest.
“Your heart is racing,” she says after a few quiet beats.
I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s what you do to me.”
I don’t think I realized how much my heart was already tangled up with her until the words slipped out of my mouth.
I can’t be doing this. I can’t be falling for some girl in Chicago when I’m set to move to San Diego.
I can’t create a life here with someone I’m going to have to leave for the next seven months, whom I might get to see once or twice a month if I’m lucky.
But as I hold her in my arms, the thought slips into my mind unbidden.
What if I can?
