Page 89 of The Battle of Maddox
He simply overwhelmed me with the sense of possession he infused in the kiss. His tongue danced in my mouth, licking, tasting, teasing every surface he could touch. I let him—I did more than that, I welcomed it.
His other hand was around my waist and he had pulled me flush against him under the water. My cock took only seconds to get hard, between the kiss and the feel of his body against me.
He pulled back from the kiss a bit. “Feel better now?”
“I was, but now I have an erection.”
Maddox chuckled. “Can I take care of that?” His finger caressed the very top of my cleft.
“Yes,” I said. “But Maddox…I want you inside me.”
He shivered from head to toe. “We don’t—”
I put a finger over his lips. “We don’t. You’re right. But I want this.”
Humming, he ran a hand over my ass. “Let’s dry off.”
Reaching over, I turned off the taps for the shower, and he led me out of the shower stall. Grabbing the big bath sheet I had put on the counter, Maddox wrapped it around me and slowly drew it over me. He dried every nook and cranny and even took the time to towel dry my hair. When he was done, I grabbed the other bath sheet and gave him the same wonderful treatment.
Maddox grabbed his boxers off the floor, but before we walked out of the bathroom, he opened my shaving kit and found the condoms and lube. Leaning in close, he breathed across my ear, “Gonna need those.”
This time, I shivered from head to toe, and grabbed him by the wrist. Dragging him through the door, I pulled up short just inside.
The room was mostly dark, but on the nightstands, the lamps were on low, and draped with opaque pale taupe scarves. It gave the room a warm, comfortable glow. The sheets on the bed were pulled back, and there were water bottles on the tables.
“Did you…”
Maddox ran his hands up and down my sides. “Yeah, I did. It’s why I wasn’t in the shower more quickly. I wanted to make the room a little more cozy. Hotel lighting is harsh, and I’m not okay with that. Not for you.”
I squinted at the scarves. “Are those Hermès?”
“Yes.” He nodded, pulling me back against him, his cock sliding between the globes of my cheeks. “I liked the way they felt in my hands.”
“You just bought them?”
“Mmm.” His lips trailed down my throat. “I had designs on tying you up.”
“Oh God,” I breathed, and tipped my head to allow him better access. “Tied up in Hermès.”
“Not tonight, babe. But maybe someday soon.”
Babe. My cock twitched hard at that word.
Maddox walked around me and led me to the bed, dropping the condoms and lube on the nightstand. He turned me so I was facing him and gently pushed me back on the bed.
And then he was on his knees.
My dick visibly twitched. Maddox pushed my legs apart and ran his hands over the skin of my thighs, over my hips, across my abs. He stared at my erection like it was the best thing he’d ever seen and pressed me back to my elbows.
I wasn’t going all the way back—no way. I needed to see this. I wanted to watch every time he took me in his mouth. Leaving his hands on my thighs, he drew his tongue up my erection, from the base to the tip, then wrapped his lips around my leaking head.
The sound he made was pornographic and I matched it with one of my own. I could barely keep my eyes open as he dropped his mouth lower over me and his tongue danced and teased me.
“Holy shit, Doxx.” I could barely form the words.
He licked over my slit and I wanted to die from pleasure. His hand found my balls, pulling and massaging them at his leisure. Half of me wanted to come down his throat, and the other half of me needed him to fuck me. Whatever I wanted, I was going to have to decide soon because his mouth was nothing more than pure pleasure. I was reaching the point of no return quickly.
Pushing myself a little more upright, I forced the words out of me. “Doxx, you have to stop or I’m going to come.”
