Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

MADISON

We’re on the interstate heading away from the city. I’m unsure where he’s taking me, but I’m too nervous to care.

Well, nervous and excited.

Dick trance is a real phenomenon, and I’ve been in one ever since I’ve seen his big snake.

I shake my head as if to scatter my thoughts and try to think of anything else.

“Congratulations on winning the game,” I say. “The team seems to be doing great.”

“Thanks. I’m stoked. Our chances to make the playoffs this year are good. The team set a goal to make it to the Frozen Four, and we’re out to prove a point.”

“What point is that?”

He turns his gaze on me. “To prove we belong.”

The inflection in his voice causes a shiver to race down my spine. It’s as if there’s another meaning behind it. One I don’t quite understand.

He directs his attention back to the road, and the tension eases. After a few moments, his hands fidget on the steering wheel.

“Why don’t you go to the games anymore?” he asks.

“Why would I go?”

“Because you love hockey.”

“Yeah, things change.” I pull my gaze away and glance out the passenger-side window. I’m sure he can figure out that he’s the reason behind my sudden disinterest, but I don’t care. I still love the game, but teams whose rosters included Ryan, not so much. Or at least I didn’t. Things have gotten somewhat blurry.

We remain quiet until we arrive in Santa Monica, and he pulls into a driveway. My mouth gapes when I take in the contemporary-styled beachfront home.

“Where are we?” I ask. We’re greeted by waves crashing into the shore as we step from the car.

“Easton’s place. I come here when I need to get away.” He juggles his keys in his hand and looks at the expansive house.

“Easton owns a house this nice?” I ask, consternation seeping into my tone.

Ryan shrugs. “His parents’ vacation home, actually.”

“His parents?” Alarm bells ring in my head, along with an onslaught of questions. What if we get caught? Is he setting me up to fail? Is this really a good idea? “How do you know they’re not going to show up?”

“I don’t.”

My eyes widened. “What do you mean you don’t know? What if they’re here?”

He laughs. “Relax, worrywart. They go to Aspen during the fall.”

I punch his arm, which causes him to laugh harder. “Asshole.”

“Come on, Toots.” Ryan wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me toward him.

I snuggle into him. Why do I like being in his arms so much? “Good God, quit calling me Toots.”

“You love it, and you know it.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “And you’re sexy as hell in these little cut-off jean shorts.”

His hand dips and brushes along my ass, squeezing ever so slightly. No matter how strong I want to be, nothing stops the smile from overtaking my face. There’s something about his boldness that stokes the flame inside me. But I can’t let him see how much he affects me.

I pull away and feign irritation. “You’re impossible,” I mutter, but a laugh betrays my pretense.

One corner of his mouth lifts as he leads me toward the house. Once inside, I’m taken aback by the modern interior mixed with classic beach house elements. It’s surprisingly cozy despite its size.

“Wow,” I breathe out and take in the sight. The open living room overlooks the ocean with wall-to-ceiling windows. Large glass doors lead to a deck with an infinity pool that looks like it falls right off the cliff and into the deep waters below. What a perfect place to watch the sunset. “I bet the view is incredible during the day.”

Ryan hangs back, watching me wander around and take it all in. What would I do to live in a place like this? No wonder the girls on campus fall at his feet if he takes them here.

“You like it?”

I turn to face him. Ryan’s leaning against the back of the plush couch, looking casual and relaxed. Everything I’m not, at the moment.

“It’s … incredible. You bring of your conquests here?” I bite my lip and curse myself. Why did I ask that?

“I’ve never brought anyone here.” His eyes narrow, head tilting, as he steps closer until he’s right in front of me. “Why all the judgment?”

I swallow. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

But I hate knowing that I’m another notch on his rhetorical belt. What we had wasn’t special, and what we’re about to do isn’t either. It’s just sex between two people who used to be friends.

I shove that thought away. This isn’t the time for romantic interludes. I’m here for sex and sex only. Well, that and to learn a few things. It’s a friends-with-benefits arrangement for a reason. I don’t need to know about his past hookups.

“I know the reputation I have, but I’m not the fuckboy you seem to think I am.”

“Aren’t you?” I shake my head. I’m letting my nerves turn me into a bitch. “Sorry, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.”

“If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do anything.”

“No, that’s not it.” I straightened my shoulders and met his skepticism straight on. “I do want this.”

He stares at me for a beat before grabbing my hand and guiding me toward the windows. Once we’re in front of the glass, he pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me. Calmness washes over me. It’s as if being tucked inside his large frame is the solution for anything. No one can touch or harm me.

I lean against his chest and take in the moonlight reflecting in the waves. His fingers stroke the bare flesh above my waist, and I want to bottle this moment up.

“Question. Would you go skinny dipping in the ocean if no one is around?”

I look toward the sea. The dark waves crash upon the shore. It’s mesmerizing watching the waves roll in a synchronized fashion, but it’s not too appealing for swimming, at least not to me. “Nope. Too many creatures.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my ear, and good God, it turns me on. “How about the pool?”

My gaze drops to the calmer water. “That’s more my speed.”

“And how about this?” His voice is barely above a whisper as he leans down to capture my lips in a searing kiss. It’s hot and hungry and oh, so perfect.

As we pull away for a breath, I gaze up at him wide-eyed. For once, I’m speechless. The intensity in his eyes screams more than friendship and a hell of a lot more than lessons.

Ryan breaks away. He removes his T-shirt as he walks over to a side chair. Next goes his pants, followed by his underwear.

Holy crap, he’s hung. I knew that—felt it even—but my memory didn’t give it the proper justice. How the hell would I fit that in my mouth? Shouldn’t my first time be with a smaller size? He’s not even at full mast.

“What’s going through your head?”

“How much bigger does that get?” The crack in my voice makes him chuckle.

“You need to do something for me to find out.”

“Like what?”

“Walk over to the couch. I’ll stay in the chair. Take off your shorts and shirt.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s your curiosity.”

My heart hammers as I go to stand by the couch. I remove my shirt first.

“Turn around when you take off your shorts. I want to catch a glimpse of that sexy ass of yours.”

I do as he says, and I can hear him moaning before turning around. Warmth surges inside me and fills me with pleasure. Why do I melt at this guy’s command?

I bite my lip. God, I’m actually doing this.

With my nemesis. Though the title doesn’t really hold the truth anymore, does it?

The guy is showing me his cock to teach me how to give head, and I’m willingly going along like a lamb to the slaughter. But as I catch his gaze, all smoky and intense, my doubts dissolve.

He leans back in the chair, totally naked now, his clothes messily strewn on the floor. Those darkened gray eyes sear into me as he strokes, by far, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.

Not in porn. Not in the dick picks a couple of guys had sent me.

He’s fucking huge.

“Holy hell,” I mutter and ease onto the couch. “That’s … hard.”

“Only because you’re so fucking sexy. Do you know how hard it is to know we were friends, but I couldn’t touch you, Maddy?”

I swallow but don’t move. “Why couldn’t you touch me?”

He studies me for the longest moment in history but doesn’t answer. I’m unsure what to do as awkwardness seeps into our space.

“Should I … put it away?” he asks.

I squirm in my seat in just my bra and panties. “I don’t know…”

“What is it you want, Maddy? What’s holding you back?”

“I may not be good at it. I mean … you’re huge, and I’ve never done that…” I let my voice trail off as heat floods my cheeks.

“I’ll coax you, but Maddy…”

I glance up when his voice trails off, my breath catching in my throat from the gleam of interest his eyes hold.

“You could never be bad at anything.” His reassuring voice eases my nerves slightly. Maybe I should question why he’s so good at this, but I’m too appreciative to care.

“Okay.” My voice is small.

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah, I want this.”

For a moment, he removes his hand from his cock, and gets up, sauntering over to me.

“Stand up,” he orders.

“Why?”

He grins. “Because I’m the boss tonight.”

Biting my lip and smiling slightly, I obey him.

He tips my chin up toward him. “Fuck me, Maddy, you’re gorgeous. I’ve been thinking about you. About this.” He runs his hand down my back and squeezes my ass.

“What do you want me to do?” I mutter. At this moment, I’d do anything for this man—my teacher.

He runs his teeth along my ear and wraps his hand around my throat.

“Get on your knees like a good girl.”

I’ve never obeyed an order so fast in my life. Dropping to the floor, I sweep my gaze up to meet his. My breath hitches. If his size alone didn’t frighten me off, this possessive, carnal need overshadowing his eyes should. He looks at me as if I’m the prey he wants to own.

And goddamn, I want that.

At least for one night.

With him.

“Look at you.” He runs a calloused thumb across my bottom lip. “You want this, don’t you?”

I nod, unable to find my voice. Wetness pools in my panties, either from the anticipation of taking his large cock in my mouth or the idea of pleasing the man.

Maybe both.

I run my fingertips along his outer thighs and bask in the slight shiver that jolts through his body.

A drop of precum beads at his tip, and I break, no longer holding back. I’ve wanted this, wanted him, for far too long.

It’s as if instincts take over and guide my hand to his shaft. I flick my tongue along his thick head. A moan escapes as the saltiness hits my tastebuds.

Jesus. He’s like everything I read about. Thick. Gorgeous. And damn delicious.

I swirl my tongue one more time around his tip before encasing his shaft and sucking as much of him in as I can.

“That’s it, baby. You can take it.” His fingers weave into my hair and press into the back of my head as his hips jut forward. “Those sweet lips wrapped around me feel so good.”

His encouragement keeps me going. I feel his hand wrap around the back of my head.

“Just relax, Maddy. I’ll help out.”

Keeping my mouth around his cock, I relax my jaw. He ever so slowly pushes inside, inch by inch, until I can’t take anymore.

“You’re doing so good. I knew you’d be great at this.”

Pleasure courses through my body from his praise. I stroke the length I can’t entirely swallow with one hand as he eases back and forth.

“You’re incredible.” Ryan pulls back to where only the tip remains. Directing my free hand, he runs it along the wetness and stacks it on top of the other one. I now have both hands wrapped around his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth while you twist your hands. Think you can do that for me, babe?”

I nod and do as he says. He eases back into me, just shy of the gag reflex, before picking up the pace.

“You’re being such a good girl using your mouth so well.”

His warm, husky voice is a balm, smoothing over the searing nerves. The praise does something to me. Something more than just turning me on.

I’m doing something that pleases him, and the thought makes me want to do better. To be better at it.

I never thought I’d enjoy being on my knees while my number one enemy fucks my mouth this much. I’ve fantasized about it, but it pales compared to the real thing.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I open my eyes to find him watching me intensely. There’s a fire in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, a burning desire that mirrors my own. His gaze is so intense it makes me feel exposed in the most thrilling way possible.

As our eyes lock, he thrusts forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. I fight against the urge to gag, focusing on the sensation instead of the discomfort. It’s overwhelming, but Ryan’s encouraging words and gentle guidance make it bearable.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he coos. “Just like that.”

His fingers dig into my scalp as he guides me, setting the pace as I work to please him. The power dynamic thrills me—Ryan in control but vulnerable at the same time.

I gently twist my hands, using my spit as a lubricant. This feels dirty and clean at the same time. A wild combination, for sure.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he drives into my mouth, deeper and deeper, until I gag. The moan that falls from his mouth as he pulls back is the sexiest sound to date.

“We’ll work on how much you can take. You’re such a natural. You’ll get there in no time.”

I nod, catching my breath and wondering who the hell I even am. Why do I want to choke on his cock? But here I am, panting for more.

With a fistful of hair, he guides me back to his dick. I eagerly open my mouth and take as much as I can as he fucks my face again.

I slide a hand down his balls, unsure if this feels good, but I don’t want to ignore them. Cupping them, I massage them while sliding the other hand down his exposed shaft. Ryan’s head tilts back as another deep, throaty moan escapes him.

“Shit … Maddy,” he hisses through clenched teeth as his movements become more erratic. “I’m ... I can’t…”

His cock throbs in my mouth, and that’s all the warning I get. He tries to pull out, but my hold tightens just enough to ground him in place, and I suck harder. If I’m doing this, I’m diving all the way in. My defiance is enough to push him over the edge, and he comes hard, his release filling my mouth. The saltiness is a jolt, but I pull back slightly and swallow until every drop is gone.

He collapses onto the floor, pulling me up to lie on top of him.

“Fuck,” he pants. “That was … fucking amazing.”

I grin against his heated skin, feeling accomplished.

He gently strokes my hair and leans over to kiss my head. I freeze. Friends don’t kiss the top of their heads. Do they?

“Was I too rough? I tried going slow so it’d be enjoyable.”

Gratification replaces any discomfort I felt. “No. I liked it.”

His eyes open. “You did, did you?”

“Mmm…” I let my voice trail off.

He chuckles, the sound low and guttural, sending a shiver up my spine. “You’re a fast learner, Grimes,” he teases, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare back.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm. I bet if I dragged my fingers between those pussy lips, I’d find them soaked.”

My thighs clench, and Ryan takes notice.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

Pink flames my cheeks, but I nod, embarrassed.

“Good because we aren’t done with the lessons .” He pops the back of my bra open, and I shimmy out of it.

“We aren’t?”

“Nope.” He straightens to lay flat on his back. “Now, be a good girl and sit on my face.”