Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

RYAN

Jesus Christ, this woman.

She’s a fucking sight.

Watching my cock slide between her lips, feeling her stacked hands twisting at the base with those delicate fingers wrapped around my thickness, and those damn green eyes of hers staring up … fuck , it was sexy as hell.

But now, with her sitting there with those perfect-sized breasts on full display, swollen lips, and flushed cheeks, I crave more. I want to taste her fully. The sample I had after licking her sweet juices off my finger during the summer wasn’t near enough.

“You mean sit on your face?” Madison’s eyes are wide as she absorbs what I said.

“Yes.”

She hesitates, and that show of insecurity won’t do. I’m not skimping out on her. Not after she handled my cock like a damn pro. I hadn’t meant to blow my load in her mouth, but she didn’t heed my warning.

But if I’m teaching her oral, we’re going all in. This may be my only shot with her, and I’m not messing this up.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

She bites her lip. I counter with a raised eyebrow.

“Won’t I squish you? Or suffocate you?” The wariness in her eyes has me biting back a chuckle.

“You weigh less than one hundred and thirty pounds. I bench press more than you.” I shake my head for good measure. “No, Toots. I’ve got you.”

She nods, and the hesitation in her eyes melts away as she removes her thong. A low appreciative growl escapes from me.

I twirl my finger when she takes a step. “That’s right. Face the ocean. I want your back to me.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. If you couldn’t tell, I’m a bit of an ass guy.”

“You’re an ass, alright,” she mutters as she steps closer.

“This dominance thing won’t work if you keep bucking me.”

“Who said anything about being dominating.”

“That’s going to earn you a smack on the ass.”

I expected a rebuttal, but her eyes filled with heat instead.

Noted.

“For that, I should make you beg for it.”

“Never happening, Sorenson.” She smirks as she kicks a leg over my body.

“I’ll get my way. Just wait.”

I guide her to straddle me, my hands finding a home on the curve of her hips as she tentatively lowers herself onto my waiting lips.

Her auburn curls fall, hitting right above the small of her back, and my breath catches.

Gorgeous .

Without her thong, her skin glistens, and the movement of her hips is mesmerizing.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you are.” My voice comes out more gruff than intended, but it earns me a muffled moan. Her body alights with joy. Madison likes praise. That’s evident by the way her body responds. And that pleases me because I like dishing it out.

I run my hands along her thighs, marveling at the softness of her skin as I explore every curve and dip of her body. Then, as promised, I smack her ass, which earns me a yelp and a shudder as my tongue meets her heat. A heady mix of musk and sweetness fills my senses. Cupping her ass in my hands, I drag my tongue along her pussy and up to her clit, savoring her taste. It’s intoxicating along with the sounds she’s making.

The room feels electric, charged with a tension that’s been building between us for weeks.

But even as I give in to the moment, I can’t shake the feeling that this is more than just a hookup. That Maddy means more to me than I’m ready to admit.

And she’s so damn responsive.

Every moan. Every hitch of breath. It’s fucking hot. My cock appreciates the fine art of eating pussy. It’s stiffening with every ragged breath Madison takes.

“Your dick is getting hard already.”

“Because of you. It’s all because of you.”

“I can’t believe I had that in my mouth … oh.”

I double my efforts, creating a goddamn masterpiece with my tongue. Maddy’s words cut off abruptly, replaced by a barely suppressed moan. Her thighs tighten around me and start trembling.

Just as she’s about to peak, I pull back slightly. A whimper escapes her lips.

“Ryan,” she breathes, her voice a mix of warning and plea.

I trail kisses along her inner thigh, reveling in the way she shivers. “Patience, Grimes. Good things come to those who wait.”

Maddy rests her hands on my stomach as she grinds against my chin. I eat this sight up. Madison is literally putty in my hands.

“I swear, Sorenson, if you don’t?—”

I cut her off with another well-placed lick, and her threat dissolves into a gasp of pleasure. The tension builds between us, a delicious friction threatening to consume us both.

Continuing to taste her, I savor every whimper and gasp she makes, knowing I’m the one causing it all. The power over her pleasure is heady and addictive.

And when I don’t think she can take much more edging, I shape my mouth into an “O” and suck her clit.

“Yes. Oh my God.”

Her body starts to quiver, and when she’s teetering on the edge, I pull back, ignoring her whine of protest.

In one fluid motion, I lift Maddy off my face, my muscles flexing with the effort. She twists back to look at me. Her eyes widened in surprise, a mix of disappointment and anticipation flashing across her features.

I lock eyes with her, my voice husky with desire. “Get on my dick. Now.”

Maddy doesn’t hesitate. She scurries down my body and straddles my thighs. Damn, her tall frame fits perfectly against me. My breath is labored, but not from our liaison. It’s from pure lust.

“Yes, sir.” She breathes a hint of playfulness in her tone despite the intensity of the moment.

Mmm, she has no idea what that title does to me.

She grabs my rock-hard dick and lines herself up. I barely breathe as she drags the tip through her juices. Damn, this feels good. But it isn’t until she sinks onto me that the reason for this incredible feeling hits.

“Shit, condom.” I try to reach for my jeans but come up empty.

“I’m on the pill.”

I freeze. I never went bareback before. Ever.

“I’m clean,” I strain out.

“Same.” The word comes out slow and sensual as if it’s the sexiest word in the dictionary.

Without waiting for a response, she impales my cock, sinking until her body embraces mine completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I watch in awe as Maddy’s head tilts backward, her auburn curls cascading down her back as she grinds against me once. Twice. Then, a low, guttural moan escapes her lips as she shudders around my cock.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

Nobody has ever orgasmed upon entry like that. And I love that Maddy did.

“That’s it. Ride it out. You look so beautiful.”

I continue my thrusts as she milks every last pleasure. When her body slumps, I say, “Keep riding me, Maddy. You’re doing so good.”

She finds her second wind from the words of praise.

“Fuck, Maddy,” I groaned, fighting to keep control. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

She pants, her freckled cheeks flushed with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Ryan. Please.”

I grip her hips, guiding her movements as I continue to thrust.

The anticipation builds. All the complications of our lives—our different backgrounds, our goals, and the team dynamics—fade away. It’s just us, lost in each other.

Maddy’s hands find my hips, and her fingers dig into my skin. She’s anchoring herself, grounding us both at this moment. Our bodies move together, and I swear every sensation is amplified.

Every muscle tensing.

Her soft gasps.

I sear it all into memory.

“God, Ryan.” Her breathy pants fill the silence. “This is … I’ve never felt so full. You’re so huge…”

A cocky grin spreads across my face. She just fueled that animalistic part of my brain with that compliment. “Just getting started, Grimes.”

Her initial hesitation melts away as we find our rhythm. We’re so perfectly in sync that it’s as if we’re on the ice anticipating each other’s moves. Maddy’s body responds to my every touch and every thrust. Her usual restraint gives way to something wilder, more primal.

“Fuck,” I groan, overwhelmed by the intensity. “You feel amazing.”

Maddy’s only response is a low moan as she tosses her head back in abandon. The room fills with the sounds of our shared pleasure, our heavy breathing, and the slapping of skin.

My mind races, drunk on the sensation. Is this what I’ve been missing while I intentionally stayed away from her and focused on school and hockey? On my future? The thought is fleeting, lost in the tide of pleasure washing over us.

I shift my hands to her ass. Her beautiful curls tumble around her shoulders as the dim lights catch the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her glow.

“Damn,” I breathe, drinking in the sight of her. My fingers press into her flesh deeper as I drive into her.

And Maddy ... she’s a fucking rock star, finding her own pace. Her confidence is intoxicating. Gone is the girl who second-guesses herself and worries about her family’s expectations. This Maddy is pure fire, and I’m more than happy to burn.

“You like this view?” She teases with a roll of her hips in a way that makes me see stars.

I can barely form words. “Fuck, yes,” I manage to grunt out.

She picks up the pace, her movements becoming more urgent. I match her thrust for thrust as tension builds between us. My world narrows to just this—the feel of her around me, the soft sounds she’s making, her round ass straddling my hips.

Maddy’s head falls back, the ends of her hair brushing against my chest. She’s close, I can tell. So am I. The intensity is almost too much to bear.

“Ryan,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m?—”

“Let go,” I urge as my own release hovers just out of reach. “I’ve got you.”

I chuckle, but there’s a twinge of unease in my gut. Reality is creeping back in, reminding me of all the complications waiting for us outside this room. As she begins to shake and my balls tighten, I know that reality is coming quickly.

I drive into her, and her body splinters around my cock. I feel her clenching and releasing, a rhythm matching the stuttered gasps escaping her lips. The world fades to white as I follow her over the edge, my own climax taking me with a force that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, Ryan…” she sighs, her voice barely above a whisper. There’s a tremor in it that tugs at something deep within me.

“Fuck, Maddy,” I groan in return as we ride out the aftershocks.

She climbs off me, and I reluctantly make myself move. Naked, I pad across the wood floors to get a washcloth for my girl. When I arrived back, she’s already put her shirt back on.

“You want me to help clean?—”

She snatches the washcloth from me. “I can do it myself.”

After she’s done, I ask, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she answers too quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I shrug and reach to pull her against me, but she pats my leg.

“Come on. We need to leave.”

“What’s your hurry?” As far as I’m concerned, we could lay here for another hour or so. I’m in no rush to leave.

“That’s none of your business.” She waves her hand between us. “This was just sex, remember?”

My jaw clenches. God, this woman is frustrating. We just had the most incredible sex, and she wants to treat it like a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. Or would it be a thank-you-sir since I’m the one being brushed aside?

“Fine.” I push my leg through one of my pants, then the other, and stand. She doesn’t say a word as I finish getting dressed. She just disappears to the outside.

This friends-with-benefits, or more like frenemies-with-benefits, is a perfect setup. Aren’t casual hookups every guy’s dream? I’ve had enough throughout college. But if that’s true, why am I feeling slighted? And why do I fucking care?