4. Maddox

Chapter 4

Maddox

I'd initially declined when Braxton texted that he and Dakota were going to Pipes later that night. But my interest was piqued when he said a friend of Dakota's would be joining them. Then, I wondered what they'd told the friend about me and if they were setting me up on a blind date.

It was no secret among the Speed players that dating had been difficult for me since the injury. Far too many women in Indy knew who I was, and even though I was still an essential member of the Speed, I was staff now, not a player. The appeal of a coach was not the same. Those were just facts.

I spent the better part of the evening wavering—deciding to join them and grabbing my keys before changing my mind and convincing myself it was a bad idea. Tomorrow was media day, and I had to be on my A-game as the new head coach. If I weren't, the press would eat me alive.

Not many head coaches came straight off the ice and into a position behind the bench. Most worked their way up the ranks—minor leagues, sometimes juniors—before assisting on a professional coaching staff. It took years of paying your dues. But in my case, the job had been simply handed to me with zero experience. Perhaps out of obligation to my years served with the Speed—I would never know. All that mattered now was that I proved the doubters wrong, showing that I could lead this team. And not just lead them but guide them toward success. Something that had been hard to come by since the championship loss.

As I sat on my couch, the keys left discarded on the entryway table taunted me. I wondered about the girl waiting at the bar for my arrival. Was she interested in meeting me? Did she know about my past? Or was she unaware that our mutual friends were trying to set us up?

There was only one way to find out.

Fuck it.

Rising to my feet, I snatched the keys and slid behind the wheel of my two-door sports car, which had been a gift to myself when I'd signed my latest contract, not knowing that it would be my final one as a player. It was flashy, cherry red, and screamed I have a small dick and am trying to compensate, but it was my baby, and I wasn't going to stop driving her because of what anyone else thought.

Pipes, the karaoke bar near Speed Arena, was where I'd picked up most of my hookups in Indy, so it seemed fitting for tonight. Except, if this girl was a friend of Dakota's, I couldn't just sleep with her one time and then pretend it never happened. And I wasn't sure I had it in me to offer her more. I was still trying to wrap my head around my career coming to a screeching halt and needed to focus on my new position.

Shit. Maybe this was a terrible idea. I didn't need to get laid that badly.

Sack up, man. She might not even want to sleep with you. You're damaged goods, remember?

Parking outside the bar, I rested my head on the steering wheel.

Deep breath in . . . Deep breath out . . .

Confident I could handle whatever awaited inside, I pulled the door handle and stepped out of the car. Pushing through the entrance, I noticed the place was nearly empty. It was Sunday night, after all. Most people had to work in the morning.

As I scanned the few occupied tables, it became clear that Braxton and Dakota hadn't waited around while I'd wasted half the night deciding if I was going to join them. Considering I hadn't texted to say I was on my way, I wasn't surprised they'd left.

It was probably better this way. I could grab a drink in peace and then get a good night's rest before the big day ahead.

Stepping up to the bar, I flagged down Larry, who owned the place. Recognition lit up his face, and he immediately grabbed a glass, filling it with my favorite beer from the tap.

A napkin was placed on the bar top as he offered me the drink. "Glad to see you're not too good to hang out here with your recent change in status."

I gave him a polite smile. I was still dealing with the circumstances that led to becoming the Speed's newest head coach and didn't want anyone to think I was ungrateful for being allowed to keep my hand in the game.

"Still getting used to it," I replied.

Tapping the bar twice, he said, "This one's on the house."

I ducked my head in gratitude. "Thanks, Larry."

He opened his mouth to say something back, but it was drowned out by too loud music, indicating someone was stepping onto the stage to sing. I didn't pay much attention to it—that's what this place was about; someone was always singing—sipping my beer until I heard the voice through the microphone.

Larry's brows rose at the sharp off-key singing, and I winced before turning in my seat to discover which patron had accrued enough liquid courage to throw caution to the wind and offer themselves up for public scrutiny .

The sight before me stole the breath from my lungs.

A beautiful redhead was singing her heart out passionately on stage. The song was about bashing a dude's car—keying his seats, smashing the headlights—because he had cheated on her. From the way she leaned into it, reciting the lyrics from memory without glancing at the prompter screen, I could tell she felt that pain deep in her bones.

What kind of a fucking loser would cheat on a girl like her?

Long, copper hair curled into loose waves moved freely as she turned her head, practically making love to the microphone. Clad in a black tank top and skintight jeans, her perfect curves were on full display. Those hips swaying in time with the music had me mesmerized. My fingers flexed, imagining what it would feel like to dig into that soft flesh, and my cock swelled to life behind my fly.

Okay, it's definitely been too long since I've had my hands on a woman.

She was young, probably too young for a guy in his mid-thirties—but that didn't stop me from wanting her. Larry was good about carding, so she had to be at least twenty-one.

Jesus. Twenty-one? I'm an old man compared to someone that age.

I was getting ahead of myself. Even if she wasn't already taken—unlikely if she was drowning her sorrows publicly in a karaoke bar—and I worked up the courage to hit on her, there was no guarantee she would be interested.

But I wouldn't be Maddox fucking Sterling if I didn't shoot my shot, even when the odds of scoring were minimal.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there watching her sing. She was terrible, I mean truly awful, but she either didn't know or didn't care. Regardless, I found myself drawn to her.

At some point, she'd ordered a drink and had it delivered to the table set right before the stage. Occasionally, she would step down between songs and take a sip. Her words were still clear, not slurred, so I wasn't worried about her being too intoxicated to give consent. I'd skipped past the if I was taking her home to the when.

Shoving off the barstool, I ventured closer, boldly dropping my large frame into a seat at the table where her drink sat. That's when her baby blues honed in on me, and I knew I was a goner. She began singing directly to me instead of the rest of the stragglers as last call neared, her voice permeating to the furthest reaches of my soul.

If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn I was in the middle of one of Dakota's books, falling for a girl I didn't know.

Whatever it was, it felt like my entire world had shifted, and she became the center of it all.

Leaning my forearms on my thighs, I gave her my full attention, mouthing the words she sang, my lips barely moving. When her eyes tracked the movement and her hips gave an extra little shimmy, her voice becoming breathless, I knew I had her.

The song ended, and she returned the microphone to its appointed stand. Gingerly, she descended the few steps from the stage to the bar floor, boldly walking to where I sat. She placed one hand flat on the table and reached across my body with the other to grab her drink. The move put her breasts right in my face.

Yeah, she wanted this as much as I did.

The neckline of her tank top pulled away from her pale skin enough to give me a peek at the black lace hiding underneath. My cock throbbed painfully, desperate for relief after an involuntary bout of celibacy.

Repeat after me: I will not fuck this girl in the bathroom.

She's not a bunny. She deserves better. Make this one count because you don't know when your next chance will be .

Pulling her tits out of my face, she pushed off the table to stand before me. Smirking behind her lowball glass of amber liquid, she took a sip. "You're sitting at my table."

There was a teasing tone to her voice, so I leaned into it, happy to play the flirting game.

Spreading my legs, I reclined in my seat. I didn't miss the way her eyes dipped to my crotch, eyeing the bulge I purposely put on display.

"My apologies. I was simply trying to enjoy the show."

My mystery redhead let out an unladylike snort, her nose wrinkling adorably. "Yeah. Okay."

"Seriously, I couldn't keep my eyes off you," I vowed. That was the truth, not a line, no matter what she believed.

A corner of her kissable lips turned up, and she lifted a shoulder. "Well, you know what they say. It's hard to look away from a train wreck."

I chuckled. She wasn't just beautiful; she had a sense of humor. I needed more laughter in my life, especially after this past year.

"Is that a reference to the singing or the douchebag who cheated on you?"

One of her eyebrows arched, and she shook her head playfully, snapping her fingers. "And you were so close."

I want to be closer.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I nodded to her nearly empty glass.

She tossed back the remainder without so much as wincing, and my dick grew impossibly harder watching her throat muscles work on the swallow.

Shaking the glass, she mused, "Well, it does seem like I'm out. So, why not?"

I raised a hand, signaling a passing waitress. "What'll it be, love?"

Her light blue eyes flared, and the pulse point at the base of her throat fluttered .

Yeah, I might be rusty, but I remembered how the game was played. Women lost their shit when I called them "love." God bless a trip across the pond in college where I picked up that little gem. It was like catnip for American girls—Canadian ones, too.

"Whiskey," she breathed out.

There was no denying she was hot and bothered. All I had to do was seal the deal.

I held up two fingers to the waitress, indicating we would both take a whiskey.

Standing, I reached up to run a hand through my hair. It was a strategic move and worked like a charm when her eyes fixed on the bicep bunching where my sleeve had ridden up. Those plump lips parted on an exhale, and I could picture sliding my cock between them. Would she be able to handle it rough and dirty? Or would she be meek and inexperienced?

There was only one way to find out.

Lowering my arm, I extended my hand. "I'm—"

A finger was pressed to my lips, effectively silencing me.

She shook her head. "No. No names."

My brows rose. This was far better than any blind date Braxton might've tried to set me up on tonight. This girl was down to fuck and just made it crystal clear that it would be only once, no strings. Perfect.

Nodding in confirmation, I gripped her wrist, trapping her hand against my mouth and sucking the digit inside, swirling my tongue over it. Her head dropped back on a moan, the sound shooting a bolt of lust through my body.

Sliding her finger past my lips, I kissed the inside of her wrist before motioning to the chairs around the table. "Join me?"

With a dazed expression, she ducked her head, taking a seat. Dropping back into the seat I'd previously vacated, I turned so our bodies faced each other, our knees touching. The electric current running between us was strong, and I craved more of it.

Her hand traced circles on the edge of an empty glass resting on the table, her eyes locked on the movement. She might have been bold before, but I could tell she was nervous. I couldn't imagine someone as young as her had as much experience in one-night stands as I did.

"You go to college around here?" I asked, needing something to break the ice and curious to see if she would drop any clues to her age.

She reared back in surprise, blue eyes widening. "You think I'm in college?" Then those turquoise gems narrowed on me. "I'm old enough to drink if that's what you're asking."

I fought the urge to cringe at my misstep. "Sorry. I suck at small talk, and without a name to go with the pretty face . . ." She blushed, and I mentally applauded myself for covering my ass and getting back on track. "I was just hoping to learn something about you. Other than that you love to sing." I threw her a wink.

She might not be able to carry a tune, but her resulting laughter sure was musical. My pulse quickened at the sound.

"Okay. Good recovery." She smirked.

"So," I hedged. "Not in college." She nodded in confirmation. "What do you do for work?"

Lips twisting in thought, she mulled over how to respond. It was apparent she was trying to keep our "relationship" vague. I wouldn't fight her on it. I wasn't looking for anything serious either but could use a release before my big day tomorrow.

"Let's just say I'm in communications." That could mean anything from public relations to social media to marketing to broadcasting. And fuck me, if she happened to be in front of a camera, I would be renewing my cable subscription to watch .

"Sounds like a fun enough job." I gave her a smile, not pressing further.

"I get to do what I love while making a living. Can't complain," she remarked. "What about you?"

Oh boy. Since the injury, she was the first woman I'd encountered in Indy who didn't look at me like a washed-up has-been. How did I vaguely convey that I was the head coach/former player of the city's professional hockey team?

Aha! I got it!

"I'm in management," I blurted out a little too enthusiastically for the mood of the conversation.

"Hmm." She hummed. "So, you boss people around all day long?"

She wasn't far off from the truth. "Something like that."

Leaning closer, she whispered, "I like bossy."

Gripping the back of her neck, I hauled her face a breath away from mine. "Is that so?" My voice took on a gravelly quality.

"Uh-huh." Her breath fanned my face.

She was giving off all the right signals, but I was still a touch gun-shy. My next move could either prove right on the money or have her slapping me across the face. But I was too far gone to stop now.

Closing the barely-there gap between us, I crushed my lips to hers. Instantly, she opened, granting me access, and my tongue tangled with hers, swallowing her moans. She shifted, trying to get closer, and when her knee barely grazed my jean-clad cock, I hissed.

I already regretted not rubbing one out in the shower earlier. She was probably used to boys who blew their loads too quickly, and I wanted to be the one to teach her how a grown man fucked, pleasuring her for hours on end and making her scream. Maybe I could sneak off to the bathroom to handle business—it wouldn't take long—but I couldn't risk her leaving while I was gone .

Fuck, I was stuck between a rock and a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging my head to the side so she could change the angle of our kiss. The way she used her tongue with confidence, I could tell she wasn't shy and wasn't inexperienced, which would bode well for me later. I could make love; it just wasn't my favorite. And I wanted nothing more than to dive right in with this girl and fuck her senseless. I wouldn't be satisfied until she'd forgotten the name she refused to give me.

When we finally came up for air, both of us panting, I noticed the waitress had dropped off our round of whiskey.

Needing to cool off, I tipped the glass to my lips, letting the liquor burn a path down my throat. Placing the empty glass on the table, I took a deep breath, only to find my beautiful companion and hopeful future bed partner staring at me with her mouth open.

I quirked an eyebrow in silent question, and she finally gained her bearings, a sultry smile curving her lips.

"You know what they say about a man who can shoot his whiskey straight, don't you?"

"No. Tell me," I commanded, my voice gone gruff.

"That he's not afraid to go down on a woman." Her blue eyes flared, and I about damn near swallowed my tongue—a tongue I would have no qualms using between her thighs if given the opportunity.

"That's an interesting theory," I teased, reaching down and pulling her chair flush with mine. Her breathing hitched, and my chest rumbled before declaring, "Any man who's afraid of burying his face in a pussy isn't worth your time, sweetheart."

Her swallow was audible. I was so close to ending this little game and taking her home. I just needed to hear her verbal confirmation that she wanted it too .

Taking her own whiskey, she shot it straight back, the same as I'd done mine. An errant drop of the amber liquid slid down from the corner of her mouth, and her tongue darted out to catch it. I groaned, and she smirked back at me.

Dipping my head beside her ear, I said, "Tell me, love, are you a moaner or a curser?"

"What?" Her reply was dazed and breathless.

"When you're about to come, do you start moaning or cursing?"

A shaky breath flew past her lips, and she dropped a hand to my thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. "How about you find out for yourself?"

There it was. The green light I'd been praying for since I laid eyes on her.

"Your place or mine?" I gritted out the words, practically tasting her pussy on my tongue already.

"Mine. In case you're a serial killer. Don't want to give you the advantage of your kill room. Gotta provide a challenge." Even lost to lust, her spunky personality shone through.

"Solid decision. You have a car here?" No way in hell was I letting her drive, even if we were going to her place.

"No. I was planning on ordering a car home."

That was actually ideal. I could ride home with her and then return to collect my car in the morning. If she saw my flashy sports car, she might figure out I was more than just some white-collar dude working in middle management. I couldn't afford to fuck this up.

"Great. Me too."

Putting space between us, she reached into her back pocket and produced a phone. "I'll order it." She was protecting herself, and I could respect that. I didn't bother pointing out that as soon as we got to her place, I could pull up the map app on my own phone and know exactly where she lived .

Tapping her fingers on the smooth screen, she busied herself in whatever rideshare app she preferred while I signaled for the check. The waitress brought both mine and my date's—if you could call her that—from whatever she'd consumed before I joined her, and I handed over my black card, telling her I would cover it all.

By the time I had my receipt in hand, my feisty redhead was ready to go, declaring the car was right outside. Now, I could only pray it was dark enough that whatever driver working at this ungodly hour wouldn't recognize me.

We pushed through the bar's entrance and into the muggy September evening. The temperature had dropped from earlier, but the humidity remained. A white sedan was parked out front, but the girl tucked into my side motioned for me to wait as she confirmed quietly with the driver that it was indeed her ride.

Damn, she really doesn't want me to know her name.

Crooking a finger, she beckoned me to the car. Opening the door to the backseat, I allowed her to climb in first, sliding in behind and sealing us inside. The car rolled away from Pipes, and not caring that we had an audience, I made out with her in the back like a horny teenager until we came to a stop outside a cute little ranch-style home somewhere in the suburbs.

Not sparing our driver more than a muttered "Thanks," I helped her out of the vehicle before hoisting her into my arms. My bad knee alone might not be able to hold my full weight, but with both legs working together, it was no issue to carry her slight frame.

Crossing the distance to the house, I pressed her against the front door. Our lips were locked, and with her legs thrown around my waist, I ground my erection into her open core. She gasped, clawing at my shoulders, trying to get closer as her heels dug into my lower back .

Tearing her mouth away, she uttered a single word. "Keys."

Shifting her in my arms, I allowed her to reach into her front pocket and produce the brass key. I snatched it from her fingers, unlocking the door. Clearing the threshold, I kicked it closed behind us before rasping out, "Bedroom."

Understanding dawned, and she pointed down a single hallway past the kitchen. My enormous strides ate up the space quickly, but even with the hot little redhead in my arms, I noticed boxes littering the space.

"You just move in?" I questioned.

Grabbing two fistfuls of my hair as we stepped into her bedroom, she maneuvered my head so I was staring directly into her beautiful blue eyes. "You wanna talk, or you wanna fuck?"

Well, when she put it like that . . .

"Fuck. Definitely fuck," I replied.

"Good answer."

Reaching the edge of the bed, I threw her onto it, delighting in the squeal she let out when she bounced.

If she wanted to fuck, then I was more than ready.

Gripping the hem of my T-shirt, I pulled it over my head. Her breathy moan when she caught sight of my chest and abs had me tensing them for maximum impact. This girl made me feel alive, like I wasn't some broken toy no one wanted to play with anymore, cast off to the side.

She sat up on the bed and tugged her tank top from where it was tucked into her skintight jeans. Peeling it off, she revealed the perfect handfuls of her breasts, barely concealed in black lace, as her chest heaved.

It would seem we were in the midst of a little game of tit-for-tat, so I kicked off my shoes and slid the jeans down my thighs, discarding them once they reached my ankles. Her shaky hands undid the button at her fly, and she shifted her hips to ease the fabric down her toned legs, frowning when her jeans got caught up on the ankle boots she'd forgotten to remove.

A husky chuckle rose from my chest, and I stepped forward. "Allow me."

Sliding the zippers down on each boot, I eased them off her feet before tugging her jeans the rest of the way off. Stepping back once more, I drank in the view. The black lace lingerie served as a sharp contrast to her pale skin, which was flushed pink from head to toe.

"You are stunning, love."

She bit her lip and averted her gaze. Closing the gap between us, I gripped her chin, forcing her to see the truth in my eyes. Someone had hurt her, but I needed her to know the truth—whatever had caused him to stray was his issue; it had nothing to do with her. She was beautiful, desirable, and for tonight only, she was mine.

Using my thumb, I pulled her lower lip free of her teeth, stroking across the plump, soft flesh. Her blue eyes stared up at me, waiting for my next move. Sliding my hand to the back of her head, I slammed my mouth to hers. She might not believe my words, but I would show her just how much I wanted her with my actions.

A tremor rolled through her body when I pressed my thinly concealed erection against her thigh as I plundered her mouth, literally stealing her breath for myself. Nails pierced the skin of my back, but I relished the bite of pain. It had been so long since I'd felt anything; it was almost a welcome relief that I still could.

One small hand breached the barrier of the waistband of my boxer briefs. Dipping beneath the fabric, fingers dug into my ass, urging me on. Rocking my hips, I changed the angle so I was centered between her open thighs.

Her mouth tore away from mine as she gasped at the contact. Dipping my head, I teased the sensitive flesh of her neck with my lips before nibbling with my teeth, soothing any marks I left behind with my tongue. Beneath me, she writhed, lost to lust.

"I want to see you," she panted.

I hummed against her neck, trailing a path over her collarbone before sucking a lace-covered nipple into my mouth. Her back arched off the bed, silently begging me for more.

"Please," she begged.

Smiling against her skin, I murmured, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Pushing off the bed, I stood beside it. Breathless, she rose on her elbows to watch as I removed my final piece of clothing.

I couldn't help but smirk, picturing what her reaction would be. I knew I was well-endowed—which was why I didn't give a shit about driving a flashy car—but it was always interesting to see if a woman would be enthusiastic or frightened when they realized they were expected to take the whole thing inside them. And trust me when I say it always fit and they were begging for more.

Hooking both thumbs into the waistband, I slid the boxer briefs down my thighs, bending at the waist as I did so. Straightening once the garment was kicked to the side, I had a front-row seat to her eyes tracking up my legs—my breath catching when she reached knee level and I remembered my scars—until she honed in on the eager appendage standing proud between my thighs.

"Holy shit," she breathed, those blue eyes widening.

Since she was stroking my ego, I gripped my cock and gave a firm tug, groaning at the pleasure surging through my veins.

My bed partner licked her lips when I gave a second stroke, tracking the movement as I rubbed my thumb over the head, wiping away a bead of precum.

"You want a taste, love? "

Tearing her gaze away from my crotch, those blue eyes peered up at me, and she nodded.

Slowly, she slid off the bed, stepping toward where I stood. I removed my hand from my dick, indicating she could do what she wanted. Those perfectly straight, white teeth descended into that kiss-swollen lower lip, and she reached a tentative hand out, grazing my throbbing length. I gritted my teeth against the wave of pleasure crashing over me at that minor contact. It had been too long since I'd been touched by anyone other than myself.

Gaining confidence, she went from a barely-there brush against my skin to gripping my shaft firmly and squeezing. I was mesmerized, watching as she tried to get her fingers to touch around my girth. The feeling of my cock in her hand would forever be burned into my memory. It would be what I pictured on the many cold and lonely nights ahead as my players got laid on the road and I was forced to jerk off in my hotel room. As I stroked myself alone, I would imagine her soft touch instead of my rough one.

And as if she knew what I was thinking, she pumped that hand, moving from root to tip with the perfect pressure. A low groan rumbled in my chest. She gave a few more strong tugs before dropping to her knees and gazing up at me with a hungry gleam in her eyes.

She never broke eye contact as she licked up the underside of my shaft before swirling that pretty pink tongue over the head. Pulling the crown into her mouth, she gave a little suck that had my knees threatening to buckle.

My head dropped back. "Fuck yes," I hissed, eyes sliding shut.

She hummed, taking me deeper. Her hot little mouth stopped halfway down my length, and I mentally applauded the valiant effort. My eyes flew open when her hands gripped mine, and she tangled them in her silky red hair .

My brain short-circuited. She wasn't seriously asking me to fuck her face, was she? I mean, even a practiced porn star would struggle to take me deeper.

When she released her hold over my hands and I didn't remove them, she slid hers around to my ass and gripped, forcing my cock an inch further down her throat. A slight gag sounded, but she didn't pull back.

Jesus. She really wants this.

Vowing to myself that the only place I would allow myself to come was buried deep inside her pussy, I tangled my fingers into her copper locks to hold her steady and rocked my hips, gently at first. She moaned in response, the vibrations settling deep in my balls.

Fuck. I wouldn't have long to enjoy this before I was forced to pull the ripcord. Even then, I'd need a few to cool down before I could even think about fucking her properly.

Nails dug into my ass, urging me on .

Little vixen.

Tightening my hold on her head, I thrust again, a little deeper and harder this time. Tear-filled eyes stared up at me as her lips were stretched to the max around my cock. A picture-perfect sight if I've ever seen one.

Trying to think of anything and everything to curb the white-hot pleasure provided by her mouth, I fucked her face until mascara ran down her cheeks and I couldn't take it one second longer without exploding.

Chest heaving, I tugged her off. She placed both hands on her thighs and took several deep breaths as I stroked her soft cheeks, wiping away the tears.

When I felt she was recovered enough, I bent down to loop my arms beneath her armpits and hauled her to standing. Her cheek came to rest against my chest, and I held her close for a moment, enjoying the intimacy—something I'd never cared for before.

My fingers trailed over the globes of her ass, bared by her thong. Each cheek was a perfect handful, and as a tall man, I had large hands. Trailing my touch up her back, I twisted the clasp of her bra, trapping it between us. She pulled back, surprised, allowing the fabric to fall away. Pink-tipped nipples stood at attention, begging to be touched, sucked, and nibbled.

I was beginning to think one night wouldn't be enough to do all the things I wanted to do to this girl.

Backing her toward the bed, I stopped when her knees met the mattress. Using my hands on her shoulders, I spun her around so she was facing away from me. I dropped to my knees behind her, skimming my hands down the curve of her waist until I reached her hips. My fingers slid beneath the waistband of the black lace, barely covering her from my view, easing it down inch by inch until her perfect pink pussy was revealed, glistening in the dim light.

I couldn't help sliding a finger against the slick flesh. She dropped her hands on the bed, which only pushed her ass into my face. God, I wanted nothing more than to bury my tongue deep inside her, but I had other plans. I needed to play this exactly right to draw this out for myself.

I tapped the inside of her knee. "Up on all fours on the bed." My voice was rough, lust gripping me in a chokehold.

She followed directions beautifully, climbing onto the bed. That heart-shaped ass taunted me as she rocked it from side to side, no doubt trying to ease the ache between her thighs.

Without thinking, my hand reared back and cracked across that perfectly rounded flesh, the sound echoing throughout the tiny room. My eyes widened, hearing her gasp, realizing what I'd done.

Great move, Maddox. A loss of self-control just cost you getting laid for the first time in months.

Her head whipped around, eyes round, mouth parted. I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a resigned breath. No doubt she was about to ask me to leave.

"Did you just spank me?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yeah," I said, the self-loathing evident in my voice.

Blue eyes flared. "Do it again."

I stared at her for a solid minute. She wasn't kicking me out. She wanted me to spank her again.

Well, color me shocked.

But no way in hell was I denying that request.

My palm rubbed over the handprint on her right butt cheek, the heat transferring from her skin to mine. Raising my left arm, I brought my hand down over the opposite side, leaving a matching mark.

She dropped her head to the mattress. "More."

Alternating sides, I brought my palms down over and over again as she moaned, arching her back and pushing her ass out, silently begging for another. Even if she hadn't vocally admitted she enjoyed it, the proof was coating her inner thighs. She was dripping wet just from me spanking her.

Her ass was cherry red by the time I decided she'd had enough, and I hoped she didn't work a desk job because I had no doubt it would be difficult for her to sit in the morning.

Even drenched as she was, when I slid a finger inside her from behind, her walls gripped the digit so tightly I groaned. She was going to choke the life out of my dick; there was no question about it. But if this was what killed me—fucking a much-too-young girl who wasn't afraid to color outside the lines when it came to sex—then I would die a happy man.

"I need you," she moaned, pushing her hips back to take my finger as deep as it would go .

"I know you do," I murmured, removing my finger and tasting her for the first time, licking her essence from my skin.

Stepping away, I fished a condom out of my wallet. I eyed it, checking the expiration date just in case since it had been a while. The last thing I needed was to knock up my one-night stand when we hadn't exchanged information.

Everything checked out, so I ripped the foil wrapper, rolling the latex over my length. Needy moans filled the room as I stepped up behind her. I slid my dick along her seam, gathering extra moisture to hopefully minimize any resistance to what promised to be a tight fit.

"You ready for me, love?" I ran a soothing hand over her hip.

"Yes, please. Just fuck me already."

You didn't have to ask me twice. Notching at her entrance, I teased only the tip of my cock inside. I couldn't look away, watching her flesh part around me. Her moans spurred me on, so I sank in a little further. Barely halfway inside, I was ready to burst as she gripped me like a silken vise.

I took a steadying breath, steeling my resolve to get her off first, no matter what.

"Christ, you're so fucking tight," I muttered.

"Fill me up. I want to feel every inch stretching me," she begged.

Bending over her back, I tugged on her hair until her eyes met mine. "Careful what you wish for," I growled, rolling my hips and thrusting forward until I bottomed out.

Our groans mingled at the unbelievably deep connection.

"Oh my God," she moaned, her voice deepened by lust.

I wanted so badly to tell her my name, to hear it rolling off her tongue as I brought her body to climax, but I'd already played with fire once tonight by spanking her. Her one request was that we not share our names, and I knew I had to respect that .

So, instead, I decided to find out the answer to my question at the bar. To find out if she was a moaner or a curser when she came around my cock.

With both hands anchored on her hips, I pulled back enough to slam forward again. Her slight frame jolted upon impact, a cry torn from her lips, but I held her steady. Pistoning my hips, I drove into her blistering heat over and over. I was forced to tear my eyes away from the view of my cock disappearing inside her as it threatened to throw me over the edge.

"Fuck, you take all of me so well. I wish you could see it, love," I gritted out, not slowing my pace.

Her pussy fluttered at my words, and I prayed she was close. I never wanted this to end; I wanted to take her in every position possible, but would need a reprieve before I let myself succumb to the blinding pleasure coursing through my veins.

When she lowered onto her elbows and reached an arm between her legs, I kept my movements steady, grateful she was willing to aid in expediting her orgasm so we could move onto the next stage I had planned for us.

But instead of touching herself, that hand reached further, gripping my balls and tugging.

"Jesus fuck!" I shouted as my knees buckled, threatening to give out.

That move alone was almost enough to have me coming on the spot.

Her brilliant blue eyes were glazed over when she peeked over her shoulder, a corner of her lips turned up. I'd paused my thrusts, gritting my teeth as she cupped where I was heavy and full, desperate to empty inside her.

But not yet.

Shifting one hand between our bodies, I dislodged her hold on me gently before sliding my fingers over her hip and between her legs. If she wanted to play dirty, fine. I could play dirty, too.

My palm was coated instantly with her arousal, making it harder to gain purchase as my fingers found her swollen clit. Her breathing hitched at that first pass, but I would be showing no mercy now. She'd shown she could handle whatever I was willing to dish out. And if I had it my way, she'd enjoy every second of it.

Pinching that swollen bud between two fingers, I rolled it mercilessly. Her arms gave out, and her entire upper torso fell to the mattress. I resumed thrusting into her from behind as I tugged harder.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck." Her pussy clenched in time with her words, clamping down on that long syllable drawn out at the end as her climax crashed over her.

"Shit." I pulled out quickly as the tight grip threatened to drag me over with her.

She collapsed fully onto the bed, limbs hanging limp as her choppy breathing punctuated the air.

Damn, it felt good to know I still had it.