Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

MADISON

Summer Break

“Now I’m going to make you beg for it.”

I stare into those piercing gray eyes, like steel and fire, full of intense desire and challenge. His jaw clenches while a smirk plays on his lips. Hunger builds inside me, threatening to consume all rational thought.

At least, that’s what I blame it on when the words “you wish I’d beg” tumble out.

However, my retort falls flat and comes out breathier than intended.

“You have no idea.” His murmur is so low that I question if I heard him right.

Before I can give it further thought, his lips recapture mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I part my mouth and give him what he wants. His low, animalistic groan vibrates through my lips and into my mouth as his hand tangles in my curls and pulls me closer.

Fuck , I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.

My heart is pounding a million beats per minute. His taste intoxicates me more than the gin and tonic I had earlier. It’s an ache that only he could relieve. The rawness of this moment, the way he devours me with his eyes, makes me dizzy with desire.

We both know this is wrong. We both know this shouldn’t happen. But somehow, the forbidden sweetness is too tempting to resist.

For once, I’m taking what was supposed to be mine. I can hate him tomorrow.

My fingers find their way under his shirt, touching the ridges of his abs, appreciating every muscle that flexes under my touch. He’s chiseled like a hockey player should be, hard and strong.

In a flash, he hooks his shirt from the back and scoops it up and over his head in the skillful way men do.

Goddamn. I’m not sure if this is what Ryan meant by begging, but I’m panting like a dog as he stands completely naked in front of me. It’d be so easy to rectify my inexperience with blow jobs. Would it be so bad if I ran the tip of my tongue along his shaft and tasted him?

I lift my gaze to meet his, and the air crackles around us. I squirm as the ache in my core deepens.

His fingers graze along my jawline as he bends down and breathes in my ear, “I can’t wait to have your pussy wrapped around me.”

Oh God. His confession sends a shiver down my spine as my mouth opens with a gasp.

“Shh.” His finger presses against my lips, silencing any comebacks that might tumble out. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the enticing mix of sweat and cologne. His smoky eyes narrow slightly as his head tilts, studying me in the dim light. “Why do you smell like watermelon?”

I laugh. “Someone had a little too much and spilled their drink on me.”

“Well, you smell delicious, Watermelon Girl.” His voice lowers, all humor gone. “Good enough to eat.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, mesmerized. It’s as if he’s put me in a trance. A dick trance. I’m sure it’s a thing.

“Maddy, do you want this?”

I nod because God help me, I do. I’m not sure if that thing can fit inside me, but good God, I want to try.

“Need to hear you say it, babe.”

I lick my lips, a motion he traces with his thumb. “Yes, I want you.”

I watch, captivated, as he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing up my sarong as he goes. He swipes a finger across the edge of my bikini bottoms, earning himself a gasp as I nearly pant in anticipation.

“You’re nervous.” A devilish grin graces his features. “Don’t be.”

Before I can form a coherent reply, his fingers push aside the fabric and slide into me. The unexpected sensation pulls a low moan from my throat.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he practically growls in my ear. “Have you ever had a big dick before, Madison?”

“No.”

“Mmm, I love that I’m your first.” He picks up the pace, working his fingers back and forth. “It’s fucking hot.”

I let out another appreciative gasp as he slips a third one inside.

“I need to stretch you first, babe.”

I’m not sure if I need this extra attention because I’m soaked. It’s almost embarrassing.

With a feral growl, he stands me up and shoves my bottoms off. The sarong falls to the ground next, along with my bikini top.

He sucks in a breath as he rakes his gaze over my body. Shaking his head, he mutters, “Beautiful,” before flipping me around and bending me over.

“Be a good girl and get on all fours.”

I do as he says and crawl onto the bed. My thighs clench at the sound of ripped cellophane, followed by the dip in the mattress as he positions himself behind me. He playfully smacks my ass as I squirm, anxiously waiting.

“Is this what you want?” He runs the tip of his cock along my folds, toying with my entrance. “You want my thick cock inside you?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out strained.

“Yes, what?” He slides the tip inside for just a moment before withdrawing.

I back myself against him, confusion rattling my brain. Does he want me to call him sir? Well, that’s never going to happen.

“Beg for me.” His voice drops to a low whisper, one hand sliding along my curves to my breast while the other slips two fingers inside. A shiver rakes through me when he pinches and tugs my nipple, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I won’t beg, not even after another finger slides inside.

“No.” The word falls from my lips more as a breathless whimper than an outright denial.

But instead of being annoyed by my defiance, he seems amused. “Let’s see how long you can hold out.”

And with that challenge ringing between us, his cock replaces his fingers and drives inside me. I swear the room blackens before me.

I grip the sheets beneath us, my knuckles white with demand. This feeling … I’ve never felt anything like it. So full.

His strokes are slow and measured at first, an agonizingly sweet torture that has me freezing in place, fearing any movement might break the spell.

He’s big, bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced, and it feels like heaven wrapped in sin.

“More,” I breathe out, my voice sounding foreign and desperate to my own ears. Who even am I at this point?

“Patience.” The word is a low growl against the skin of my back as he bottoms out inside me. The sensation edges on something too close to pain but melts into an exquisite pleasure that has me seeing stars.

God, what is this man doing to me?

He quickens his pace, his fingertips biting into my hips. The outside world no longer exists. No party. No fake friends. No overbearing parents. Just the sounds of our labored breaths and slap of skin against skin.

“You’re so tight,” he murmurs against my earlobe before biting down gently, sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through me. “Is this what you like, Maddy? You like my cock inside that tight pussy?”

“Yes.” My entire core tightens. I’m so close to exploding already.

“Good, because I’ve dreamed of being inside this tight cunt of yours for years.”

Before his words can resonate, he twists my curls into his hand and yanks just enough to edge the side of pain. As my head tilts back, he delivers a hard thrust and pauses. I release a throaty sound that echoes through the room and has him chuckling against my skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let go for me.”

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes as the tension builds within. His fingers work their way to my clit at the same time he hits a spot inside that sends a shockwave rippling throughout me.

“There.” He repeats the action, and I shatter into a million pieces as white-hot heat soars through my body.

He continues to move, his own climax building as his hips grind against mine. Faster, deeper until he groans a deep, low sound that reverberates straight to my core.

“Fuck, Maddy, I’m?—”

But he doesn’t finish the thought. He hunches over me, his arms bracing him as his body shudders his sweet release. Breaths ragged and heavy, we collapse onto the mattress, me on my side, him on his back.

I dare to peek at him. He’s so freaking gorgeous. His chest rises and falls with each deep breath. Even the slight sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin screams perfection.

The potential ramifications of my actions hit me like a wrecking ball, obliterating any sense of contentment I may have felt.

What was I thinking having sex with Ryan Sorenson? He’s my nemesis, who happens to hang with my roommate.

One that denies anything romantic is happening, yet they always talk.

Did I just betray my best friend? My only true friend?

My stomach lurches as I scramble off the bed.

“What are you doing?” The seducer says as I snatch my bikini and sarong off the ground.

Flustered, I grab his jeans and shirt and toss them to him. “Get dressed.”

His eyebrows knit in confusion. “Why the rush?”

“Because. This shouldn’t have happened.”

He stands at all of his glorious height, towering over me, jeans in hand. “Oh, but it did.”

“This”—I wave my hand between us—“changes nothing.”

“This changes everything,” he says as he shoves a leg into his jeans.

“No, it doesn’t.” Panic creeps into my voice, but I tamp it down. Squaring my shoulders, I stalk to the bathroom. “This was a mistake.”

He pauses and turns to look at me. His jaw clenches. “A mistake?”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t have…” I shake my head, unable to say what we did, and reach for the door handle.

“Babe, this was anything but a mistake.”

“No, we shouldn’t have done this.”

“You didn’t have any qualms when pleading for more.” Anger laces his tone, and I don’t blame him. I’m walking a thin line because he’s right. I did want to do this. I did want more, and boy, did he give it.

But what price will this indulgence cost?

Every action has a reaction, and I fear the consequences.

“Whatever, I didn’t beg.” I close the door behind me when the words, “Yet. You haven’t begged for me yet,” hit me straight in my core.