Page 36 of The Ruckup
I was expecting at least one. Figured she still had limitations on how far this could go. Actually, I was banking on it. Relying on her stopping point to keep me in line. Keep me from going all in.
Because I know without a shadow of a doubt the minute I fuck Maddie Miller, that’s going to be it. Any ability I have to hold back will be gone. And I can’t let that happen. Not yet.
That means—fucking hell—Ihave to be the voice of reason.
Not a great development.
“No rules.” Maddie’s hands go straight for my pants, grabbing them—and the underwear beneath them—and shoving it all past my hips. When the hard line of my dick bobs free, she inhales sharply. “Oh wow.” The tip of her tongue slides along her lips and I swear I can feel it against my own skin. “That is a lot of… square footage.”
I look down, trying to see my cock through her eyes, but it looks normal to me. “I’m six five, Miss Miller. It’s pretty proportionate.”
Maddie’s heated gaze travels up my form, pausing to skim across my chest and shoulders before reaching my face. “I guess that does make sense.” Her eyes drop back down. “But still.”
Dick size is a point of pride for most men, but bigger isn’t always better. If anything, it can cause problems if things aren’t handled appropriately. It’s yet another reason I can’t get off unless the woman I’m with does. If it’s not obvious she’s enjoying herself, I worry I’m hurting her. I won’t allow myself to be so wrapped up in my own enjoyment that I don’t notice my partner isn’t having a great time.
“Maybe we should put this away until later.” I reach for my pants, intending to pull them back up, but Maddie stops me, the soft squeeze of her fist around my cock pulling a surprised groan from my chest.
I grip the counter, holding on as she slowly pumps me from root to tip, the warm stroke of her palm making moisture collect at my slit. When she uses her other hand to cradle my balls, it becomes painfully clear she’s about to make me a fucking liar.
And I can’t have that.
Gritting my teeth against how good her touch feels, I crowd close, backing her against the cabinets. My voice is rough and ragged when I say, “Miss Miller, you might be a dangerous woman.”
Tucking one hand into her sleep shorts, I pause when my fingers reach her pubic bone, making sure she’s still okay with my touch. When her stance shifts, feet spreading a little more to offer me additional room to work, all that hesitation is gone.
Sealing my mouth over hers, I work my hand between her thighs, parting the plush lips of her pussy with one finger. When I’m met with hot, slick flesh, I groan again, pulling back to look down at her, feeling a little smug over how ready she is for my touch. “Did you get this wet thinking about me getting you off?”
Maddie shakes her head, a wicked smile curving her lips as she continues fucking me with her fist and teasing my rapidly tightening balls. “I was thinking about getting you off.”
Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting her to say that.
And unfortunately, since I haven’t taken myself in hand since our little rendezvous at the Christmas party nearly a week ago, my body is desperately ready to get off.
Desperate enough that the second my fingers sink into her wet warmth, I accidentally come, hips thrusting into her touch as I make a fucking mess of her T-shirt.
It’s humiliating. Embarrassing.
And it makes me look like a lying bastard.
But Maddie seems pleased as fucking punch with herself. She beams up at me like she just won the goddamned lottery.
I give her a scowl, hooking an arm around her back as I pull her against me. “You did that on purpose.”
“I thought the goal was to get each other off.” Maddie’s tone is filled with false innocence as she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “I can’t help it if I’m better at it than you are.”
A laugh flies free because she is so fucking adorable. And I love getting to be the one to watch her slowly come out of her shell. But she still needs to know I’m not a man who will ever enjoy being the only one on the receiving end of all the fun activities I’m hoping we’ll be partaking in.
Hauling her body against mine, I lift her feet off the floor and carry Maddie into the great room, dropping her cute little butt onto my couch.
She said no rules, and obviously meant it, so I don’t hesitate to peel her soiled shirt up and off. “Let’s get rid of that.” I toss it away before grabbing her shorts and dragging them down her muscular legs. I don’t even know where those end up because my brain shorts out now that Maddie Miller is naked in front of me for the first time.
I don’t even know where to start. I guess the best idea is to start by standing by my word.
Gripping both knees, I spread her thighs wide and dive right between them, groaning at the familiar taste of her under my tongue. I love how wet she is. How responsive she is toeverything I do. The way her thighs jerk when I slide my finger back inside her body, fucking her in time with the flick of my tongue against the hard nub of her clit.
She comes almost as fast as I did, and I feel a little bit better about the way things played out. Like I’m halfway to redeeming myself.
But only halfway.
