Page 82 of Cadence
“And it would, if you stopped being such a pig-headed ass.”
I try to step back, creating space between us, but his hand shoots out, banding around my body, pressing hard into my lower back and crushing me to his chest.
“Why are you fighting me so hard on this?” he murmurs, voice a rasp I feel in my toes. “Why are you so desperate to win?”
This isn’t about the set list; in some way, it never was. Fighting with him like this, standing toe-to-toe, breathless and furious…it’s starting to feel like foreplay.
“Like you aren’t?” I whisper, sucking my lower lip between my teeth, loving the way his eyes darken before I release it. “Maddox Knox. Frontman. Human spotlight with an ego to match.”
Voice low, his eyebrow lifts. “Careful.”
“Or what?”
His gaze flicks from my mouth back to my eyes. He looks like he still wants to argue but can’t remember why.
“Go on,Knox,” I taunt, shoving at his chest, his grip only tightening. “Prove me wrong. Prove that your ego can…”
His hand moves fast, gripping the back of my neck, lips crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues. I groan, grabbing his shirt and ripping at the buttons, a couple of the tiny plastic disks pinging to the floor.
“God, I hate you,” I murmur against his mouth.
He chuckles darkly, tongue flicking against the seam of my lips. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
My hands push open his shirt and rake down his bare chest, nails scraping roughly over muscle and the smattering of haircovering his pecs. He hisses, dipping to nip my throat in retaliation, and I moan, eyes rolling shut.
My fingers scramble for his belt, the jingle of metal of the buckle sending arousal rocketing through me. I rip it free, pop the button on his jeans and sink to my knees.
“Paige—” he chokes out, voice rough.
I swore I wouldn’t do this, that he’d be on his knees long before I ever was. But there’s something about seeing this man, with hands clenched at his sides, barely in control, that makes me feel powerful.
I don’t look up as I free him from his boxer briefs. I don’t play or tease. This isn’t a distraction or a way to win.
I want to do this. I’m furious and wired with adrenaline and so damn turned on.
Tension snaps through his thighs as my palms drift higher, and I can feel his muscles contract, each clench a crack in his tight control. I can’t wait to see him break. His breath hitches as I wrap my hand around him, thick and heavy and hard in my hand. I take him into my mouth, caught in his eyes, dark and feral, his stare pinning me in place.
Deep. Hot. Full.
A strangled, involuntary sound tearing from his throat spurs me on. His hand threads into my hair, fingers twisting into the strands, not pulling, but anchoring himself like he needs to hold on or he’ll fall apart too fast. His cock throbs against my tongue, the taste of his arousal making me moan.
I slacken my jaw, working him slow and steady, savoring every second of this as my free hand drifts to his balls, rolling them gently before giving them a light tug as I suck him down.
As I close my eyes, the weight of him on my tongue is so damn perfect. I slide back, lips tight around him, swirling my tongue over the tip, teasing his slit, lapping up every drop of pre-cum. He shudders hard, trying to stay still, but he can’t help the twitchof his hips like he can’t hold back. I swallow him again, burying my nose into the dark hair surrounding his cock.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Your mouth—”
I smile, looking up at him from my knees as he struggles to stay quiet, to keep it together. He’s already close; I can tell by the way his hands tighten in my hair, the way his breaths are more ragged now.
“Paige?” Eli’s voice cuts through the air, following a knock on the door.
Maddox goes rigid, and not in the way I was dying to experience. One hand shoots out against the wood, stopping anyone from walking inside.
“Mmhmm?” I hum around him, letting the vibration ripple through his cock, relishing the shiver it evokes.
“Have you seen Maddox?” Eli asks, clueless as to what he’s interrupting.
I glance up again, a wicked thought filling my head as I run my tongue slowly down the underside of his cock, tracing that sensitive vein that makes him twitch in my hand.
