29. Bristol

Chapter 29

Bristol

"I'm gonna come." An insistent tapping on my leg accompanied the words.

Pleasure still rolled over my body in waves from Maddox's skilled tongue between my thighs, but that was nothing compared to the power I felt coursing through my veins at the realization that he was on the precipice of losing control. All because of me.

So many times, I'd had his cock in my mouth and something had interrupted us, or he'd tugged me off before I brought him to completion. I wanted to be his unraveling, so unless he forcefully removed me, I wasn't going to stop. Not until he finished.

Maddox was the most unselfish lover I'd ever encountered, so it was time for me to return the favor.

I moaned around his cock, forcing my mouth down further until I gagged when the tip touched the back of my throat. Keeping him there, I swallowed, hoping it would drive him insane. Hell, I was counting on it .

His hips lifted off the bed, shoving him further down my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose as I maintained the seal of my lips around his shaft.

Maddox buried his face in my pussy again just as his cock swelled, the first spurts of hot cum shooting into my mouth as my throat muscles worked to swallow it down. His groans vibrated against my sensitive flesh, and I knew it wouldn't take much for him to get me off again.

How he'd convinced me to let him eat me out while on my period, I would never know, but blissed out, I couldn't find it within me to care. If he was going out of his way to prove he was nothing like any of the men who'd come before, he was doing a bang-up job.

When he was spent, I let him slip from my mouth, taking in deep breaths of air after being deprived for so long. It was no small miracle that I hadn't passed out from lack of oxygen, but in reality, it probably made the orgasm Maddox wrought between my thighs that much more intense, so I couldn't complain.

"Fuck, Bristol," Maddox groaned against my core.

I crawled off his face, turning so I could curl against his side. Smug, I teased, "What? Get a little more than you bargained for?"

"Something like that." His chest vibrated against my face as he spoke.

"If I recall, this was all your idea." I kissed his sweaty skin.

"Should've known you would turn it around on me."

Peeking up at him, I hedged, "So, what you're saying is . . . you're not the only one with a magic mouth?"

Maddox huffed out a soft laugh. "Your mouth crossed the line from magic to downright sinful."

I traced a path over the hard ridges of muscle lining his torso. "Maybe next time, I'll let you come on my tits when we can take a nice long shower after. "

"Hmm. A shower sounds amazing." His dick swelled to life against my thigh. "Takes care of cleanup." Maddox sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Once he was standing, he extended a hand toward me. "You coming?"

He isn't suggesting what I think he is, is he?

"Are you serious?" I stared at him in stunned disbelief.

"So fucking serious. I need to be inside you, baby. Don't make me beg."

That answers that question.

Unable to hide a smirk, I threw his own words back at him. "Aw, but you're so pretty when you beg."

Fire flashed in his emerald eyes as he walked his hands across the mattress until he had me caged in. "You want me to get down on my knees for you, baby?"

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

I couldn't stop my whole body shudder at his words and the image they conjured in my mind of me standing over him, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he buried his face between my thighs.

Suddenly, I was no longer hesitant to give in to his request for shower sex. On my period. In my parents' house.

I was no better than a horny teenager at this point, sneaking around to get laid.

Maddox must have seen it in my eyes because he stood up straight, turning on a bedside lamp and searching for his underwear. Locating them, he tugged them up his thick thighs and stopped beside his open suitcase to pull on a T-shirt. I was still wearing the one of his I'd thrown on to sleep in, and it covered me down to mid-thigh when I slid off the side of the bed.

Clasping my hand, he tugged me toward the door, shielding my body with his as he cracked it open, peeking outside .

"Coast is clear," he whispered, and we tiptoed to the full bath across the hall.

My parents had their own, attached to their bedroom, so this had always been mine growing up. The shelves still held many of my beauty and hygiene products so I wouldn't have to pack them when I came to visit during college.

Maddox latched the door, flicking the lock. He stepped toward the shower, turning the faucet. Water rushed into the tub, but he didn't switch the flow to the showerhead.

"In you go." He gestured to the far side of the tub after testing the temperature of the water with his hand.

I raised an eyebrow, quickly reminded of why we were about to have sex in the shower and not in my bed. "Uh . . ." I shifted on my feet, casting a glance toward the toilet. "I need to take care of something first." Widening my eyes, I hoped he understood my meaning.

"Into the tub, Bristol." His tone brooked no argument, so I shucked my shirt and stepped into the tub, the ceramic cool beneath my feet. Maybe this was a lesson he needed to learn the hard way.

Maddox tapped the outside of my thigh. "Leg up."

When I failed to move, his hand circled my ankle, lifting it onto the edge of the tub. That hand then skimmed up the inside of my leg where I stood spread for him.

Panicked, I asked, "Wh-what are you doing?"

Green eyes peered up as he knelt before me. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

It was too intimate a thought to even say aloud, so I stared mutely at him as his hand reached between my thighs. A frown formed on his face, and his head tilted to the side as he brought it closer .

"Problem?" My voice was breathy, but a smug satisfaction shone through. It was clear he was in over his head.

"Isn't there supposed to be a string?" he mused.

My face flamed, even as the illusion of his inexperience in this arena was shattered, and jealousy gripped me.

"Done this before?" I gritted out.

"Hardly," he deadpanned. "Or else I would have finished the job by now."

"Why don't you let me handle it, then? Wouldn't want to ruin your delicate male sensibilities."

Irritation marred his handsome face. "Don't think pissing me off is going to make me want to fuck you any less. It'll only be more rough than I initially planned."

The thought of rough sex had my knees threatening to buckle, which wasn't exactly a good thing, considering my weight was currently supported on a single leg.

Maddox went back to his visual inspection between my thighs as steam filled the small room. "I can do it. If I can just find the damn string!" Frustration laced those final words.

Leaning against the shower wall, I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at him as I confessed, "It's inside."

His confusion was audible. "What do you mean it's inside?"

I blew out a breath, certain I would die of embarrassment at any moment. "I tucked it inside."

"Why in the world would you do that?"

"Because I don't like the string shifting around every time I walk, okay?" My defense came out harsher than I expected, my voice raising.

"Okay, then. "

Maddox stopped asking questions, slipping a finger inside me and hooking the string. He tugged gently, meeting resistance, so he used more force until I felt the tampon dislodge and slide free.

The rattling of the trash can reached my ears a split second before the water spit out in a steady stream from the showerhead, warming my bare skin. Fingers gripped my chin, and I forced my eyes open.

Maddox stood gloriously naked before me, steam rising around him as water cascaded over his shoulders and down his muscled chest. The man could have easily passed for a Greek god, and somehow, he'd set his sights on me.

"You good?" His eyes searched mine.

My hands came up to splay across his abs, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Just my first time doing this," I admitted.

A devilish grin curved on his face. "Shower sex?"

I shot him a glare. "No. Not shower sex."

"Just checking." He smirked before dropping his head to pepper kisses along my neck until I sighed, becoming putty in his hands. "I want the rest of your firsts, Bristol. Every last one of them."

Even as my blood heated beneath his touch, he found a way to speak directly to my heart, reminding me that he was in love with me. He'd made it so very easy to fall for him.

"Then take it," I breathed out.

"That's my girl." Maddox groaned as his hands slid over my ass to grip the back of my thighs, lifting me with ease.

A shriek left my lips when my back was pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall. I tried to arch away, but his body pinned me there, his hips nestled between my thighs, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance .

"You ready?" I could barely make out his low, husky voice over the rushing water.

Instead of answering, I shifted my weight, allowing myself to sink onto his waiting cock a few inches.

Maddox's head dropped forward to the wall over my shoulder, and he slammed home so hard that I cried out at the stretch. He filled me so perfectly, even if it was a shock every time.

"You feel how well we fit together?" he grunted in my ear as he brought his hips back only to surge forward again, sparking pleasure down my spine. "It's like you were made for me. Only me."

"Yes!" I cried, because I believed it to be true. No one could ever own my body like he did.

"Fuck. I'm close already. Your tight little pussy is squeezing me so hard, love."

Tingles spread out from my core, my own orgasm looming. "I'm right there. Make me come, Maddox. Please."

His hands held my hips steady as he pounded into me hard, bending his knees to shift the angle just right until I screamed, stars bursting behind my eyes. I went limp in his arms, but he kept thrusting, using my body for his pleasure until he roared his release.

Even boneless and sated, I let out a tiny giggle.

Breathing heavily beside my ear, Maddox forced out between pants, "If you're laughing after that, I'm not doing it right."

I buried my face into his silky wet hair, stifling another round of giggles. "Sorry. Just thinking the shower wasn't loud enough to drown that out."

Maddox huffed out a breathless laugh. "I'm sure they were young once. At least they know their daughter is sexually satisfied."

"Not sure that's high on the list of wants parents have for their children. Usually, it's the basics, like stability and security. "

He pulled back enough to pin me with his sparkling green gaze. "So call it extra credit."

"You're ridiculous, but I still love you." I brushed a soft kiss across his lips.

The humor lining his face melted away to be replaced with an expression of pure affection. "God, I love you so much, Bristol. I've never felt like this in my entire life."

"You must be feeling something to face shark week head-on. Literally," I teased, still in shock that he hadn't batted a single eyelash when I'd told him, instead becoming even more insistent that we be intimate.

"Real men aren't afraid of a little blood. But speaking of, let's get you all cleaned up before I tuck you back into bed." He shifted enough that his softening dick slid from my body before setting me down on wobbly legs.

Maddox wasn't a "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" kind of lover. He carefully washed every inch of my body, then held me close under the warm spray until it cooled enough to chill, and we got out.

He was, without a doubt, my comfort, my safe place.

And to think I'd almost closed the door on any chance we might've had.

"Did I hear the shower running last night?" my mom asked from beside me where we were cooking up Christmas breakfast.

I felt my cheeks heat and busied myself chopping potatoes for the home fries I planned to fry up. "Hmm. I didn't hear anything. "

Mom gave me a gentle nudge with her elbow. "Your hair would suggest otherwise, sweetheart. Haven't seen you with that ‘slept on wet hair' look in ages."

"Oh, right." I tried to cover my tracks. "Yeah, that was me. My back was stiff from the plane and I couldn't sleep, so I stood under the hot water for a while."

Chop, chop, chop. Act cool, Bristol.

"Ah, that makes more sense," Mom mused. "I thought I heard some groaning too."

I choked on my own spit, coughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, goodness!" Mom exclaimed, patting me on the back.

I stepped away, muttering, "I'm fine," on my way to the sink for a glass of water.

The cool liquid soothed my scratchy throat, and just as I was relaxing, my mother mused, "Oh, to be young again. I wouldn't mind having a big, strong man like that blow my back out."

Water sprayed from my mouth, and I whipped around to stare at my mother wide-eyed, screeching, "Mom!"

Oh my God. Cue up the headstone now—Bristol Cooper died on Christmas Day of the embarrassment of her mother overhearing her having sex.

Maddox burst into the kitchen, having heard the commotion. "What's wrong?"

When he scanned my face, I gave him the ultimate death glare, gritting, "Out!" and he disappeared from the room quickly.

Mom tsked. "That wasn't very polite, Bristol."

"Neither is ogling your daughter's boyfriend, Mom ."

She shrugged, completely unphased. "I'm forty-four, honey, not dead. And dead is what I'd have to be not to appreciate the athletic specimen you've brought home. "

I wrinkled my nose. Maddox was turning thirty-six in a few weeks, making him only eight years younger than my mom. I'd never minded our significant age gap, but it was still weird to realize that both my mom and I were well within his dating range.

Stepping across the kitchen to resume my chopping, I muttered, "I'm never coming home again."

An arm looped over my shoulder. "Oh, don't be silly. I'm only having a little bit of fun with you."

"I'm not laughing," I grumbled, trying to focus so I didn't accidentally cut off a finger.

She kissed the side of my head. "Enjoy your youth, sweetheart. It'll be over before you know it."

Even if she had been completely inappropriate, she had a point. We only got one life, and I was glad I'd finally reached a place where I was enjoying mine.