Page 47 of The Ruckup
I also like the insider information she feeds me. It helps me make sure Maddie builds more and more good memories to snuff out the rest. Just like this one—the first time she enjoys her favorite drink with me in the home I’m becoming more and more convinced she should move into permanently.
I just have to figure out how to get her there.
When Maddie’s drink is gone, I take her glass, rack it in the dishwasher, then follow her down the hall to the bedroom we’ve been sharing for over two weeks now. As I enter the room behind her, Maddie turns to face me, and I nearly choke on my tongue. We’ve enjoyed each other plenty while she’s been in my bed, but it’s always been a slow roll. Kissing that moves into touching and usually ends with my face between her thighs.
That’s why I’m stunned into silence when Maddie lifts her chin and peels away her shirt, dropping it to the floor. Her eyes never leave mine as she strips away every stitch of clothing on her body until she’s standing in front of me, fully and gloriously naked.
I don’t know what in the hell brought this on, but I’m going to bet it has something to do with my sister and her friends.
I’m gonna owe them.
Because right now there’s no sign of caution or fear on Maddie’s pretty face.
Only challenge.
Like she’s daring me to deny her after promising I’d give her anything she wanted.
“Well, Miss Miller.” I take her in, following the curves of her body with my gaze. “It appears you have plans for us tonight.” I step closer, my hands itching to touch her skin. “What do you have in mind?”
Maddie’s lips dart across her lips as she looks me over, watching as I peel away my shirt and toss it to the floor. A little of her confidence seems to dissipate, and she shifts on her bare feet. “What do you have in mind?”
I don’t push her. I’m fucking proud as hell that she’s made it this far. Thrilled she’s comfortable enough with me to try her hand at initiation. If she’s not quite ready to make demands, that’s okay.
I’m happy to offer suggestions.
“I want the same thing I always want.” My mouth starts to water at the thought. “To feel you come under my tongue.”
Maddie whimpers a little at my words and I’d swear her thighs clench.
“You like that? You like knowing I want to taste you?”
I’m easy to please. Especially when it comes to times like this. As long as Maddie’s having fun, I’m having fun. I love watching her tremble. Feeling her shake. Hearing her say my name as she works her pretty pussy against my tongue.
This time I just have to survive the night without shooting a load in my pants and embarrassing myself. “Tell me, Maddie. Tell me you like hearing how fucking much I want you.”
“I like it.” It’s barely a whisper, but it’s a start.
“What else do you like, Miss Miller?” I want her to know nothing is off limits with me. If she wants it, I’ll give it to her. All she has to do is say the word.
“I don’t know.” The words are still soft. Still a little hesitant.
I know she wants to figure out how to be in charge, and there’s nothing I want more than to help her.
“Liar.”
Her eyes widen.
“You like my mouth on your nipples.” I lean down and catch one to prove my point, forcing myself not to be distracted by the way it puckers under my tongue.
Maddie’s fingers are immediately in my hair. “I do like that.”
“Where else do you like my mouth, Miss Miller?” She whimpers just a little when my fingers find her clit. “Tell me to give you what you want.”
She sucks her lip between her teeth, eyes falling closed as I work her pussy, circling with just enough pressure to have her breathing fast and short.
Then I stop.
She cries out, her eyes flying open to lock on mine.
