Page 112 of Heartache & Playdates
My breath hitched in anticipation as he leaned down and his lips clamped onto my lace-covered nipple as he sucked my breast into his mouth. The material added a little extra friction that sent a shiver racing down my spine.
He continued lavishing attention on my breasts as one of his hands moved between us and undid the button at my waistband. With impressive dexterity, his hand slid beneath my panties and slacks. The roughened pad of his middle finger brushed the sensitive spot of my already swollen pleasure button. My hips jerked in response. His hand cupped my sex and the base of his palm rubbed against my clit as his fingers sensually massaged the base of my opening.
My fingers raked through his hair as he continued sucking my nipples which were trapped beneath the lace barrier. Need consumed me like a wildfire. It spread through me from head to toe and I rolled my hips causing my sex to grind into his touch needily. Sensing my urgency, he turned up the intensity of his foreplay. His teeth bit down on my nipple as he used more force to massage the base of his palm against my engorged nub as he drove two fingers inside of me.
His teeth biting down on my nipple sent a shockwave like a direct line from my nipple to my sex. That combined with the pressure of his palm grinding against my clit as his digits caressed my tunnel took me up and over the edge of oblivion.
Flashes of light exploded behind my lids as I closed my eyes and fisted my hands in his hair. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me as I rode out my release. I surrendered to the sensation, allowing myself to get lost in the bliss bursting through me.
As I began to drift back to reality, a second wave of urgency crashed into me. This time it was panic. I didn’t want this night, this feeling, this intimacy to end. If this was going to be the last time that we were together, I didn’t want this to be over. It couldn’t be.
I felt tears filling my lids, but I sniffed back the emotion.
Maddox removed his hand from between my legs and roughly tugged the lace cups of my bra down, leaving my breasts bare. I watched as he coated both my nipples in my own juices. My pink nipples glistened under the single overhead light. Then he leaned forward and licked every drop of my release off of them.
The sensual foreplay caused my belly to ache with signs of another release before the aftershocks of the first had even subsided.
This was what being with Maddox was like. It was all-consuming. It was enveloping. It waseverything.
In the back of my mind, I knew that being together like this tonight wasn’t going to help heal my heart which would inevitably be broken once the benefits portion of our friendship was no longer available.
But, if we were just going to be friends, then I needed to remember every kiss, every touch, every single sensation, sound, feeling, smell, and second of this encounter because I knew there was a very good chance it would be our last.
45
MADDOX
I didn’t knowwhat this meant, or if it meant anything, but I was not about to look a sex-gift-horse in the mouth. If being friends with benefits was what Peyton wanted, then that’s what we’d be. I didn’t have to worry about her ruining me for other women, she’d done that twenty years ago. From the first kiss we’d shared, I was destroyed for other women.
After licking and sucking all of her juices off of her nipples, I gripped her hips and lifted her off the island, setting her feet on the ground. My hands pushed her panties and pants down as she reached for the buckle of my pants. I held her steady as she stepped out of her shoes and kicked off her clothes. She’d barely managed to unzip me when I tightened my hold on her waist and spun her around, so she was facing away from me. A gasp echoed in the small, confined space. Her hands automatically flattened on the island in front of her.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I lowered down and whispered against the cuff of her ear, “Spread your legs.”
Her breathing grew more labored as she did as I instructed. Using one hand I slid her hair off of her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. She let out a small sigh as I tilted her hips up, pressing her ass cheeks against my rock-hard shaft.
The motion caused her back to arch and her butt to press even harder against me. I snaked one arm around her waist and laid it flat on her belly, which trembled beneath my palm. The other hand cupped first her right, then her left breast, massaging each with equal time and attention.
I continued kissing her neck as she rolled her hips back into me. The hand on her belly traveled south and my fingers dipped between her legs. Aware of her sensitivity from just having orgasmed, I traced her swollen clit with my finger as I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Her hips never stopped grinding against me as I lifted the hand that was playing with her breast up to her neck before tracing her lips then pushing my finger inside the velvety warmth of her mouth. She sucked my digit and my cock jumped at the memory of her mouth on it. I made sure that she got my finger nice and wet before returning it to her breast.
I covered her left breast with her saliva, then brought my finger to her mouth once more, pushed it inside and groaned as she sucked it even harder than the first time. As much as she enjoyed her nipples being played with when they were dry, shelovedit when they were wet. Now that they were both amply coated, the pebbled nubs slid easily between my finger and thumb.
Every cell in my body was screaming for me to push inside of her. To claim her as mine. But I knew that I was close and there was no way that I was going to go up and over the edge without bringing Peyton with me.
“Have you ever fucked in a closet at work?” I whispered against her ear.
She shook her head. “No.”
“Has anyone ever made you this wet?” My lips grazed the cusp of her ear as I grazed her damp folds.
“No, just you. Only you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
When I said the word fuck, a tremble ran through her entire body.
“Yes.”
