Chapter Twenty-Six Madison

I don’t know what I was thinking when I blurted out about the dozens of cupcakes that I had spent all afternoon baking before I called Sam to help me out of the nervous state I was in. But the one thing I do know is that I don’t want him to go. I don’t want the evening to end, and more than anything, I want to see where this could go between Jaxson and me.

The moment we’re upstairs and in my apartment, my heart begins to race. My mind spins as I take in the state of my kitchen and the three dozen cupcakes that sit cooling on their racks upon my counter. For a moment, I feel embarrassed at the state of my apartment. But when I turn to face Jaxson, his eyes are alight with what seems like wonder.

“You made all those today? You must really love cupcakes.”

“Uh—yeah. I tend to bake when I’m… flustered,” I reply, trying not to let out that I was nervous about our date but obviously failing drastically at doing so. Because the moment it leaves my lips, he turns to face me with a small flash of a grin.

“Flustered? What had you flustered?”

I open my mouth to speak, but close it quickly. What can I honestly say without making myself look like a complete idiot? Though I probably already did that this evening on more than one occasion. Though it was great catching up with an old friend, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Which was completely bizarre. I’ve known him forever.

“So… this lady called about a last-minute order…” Liar .

He doesn’t say anything as I watch him make his way towards the kitchen. His eyes fixated on the unfrosted cupcakes among other things that I’d left out before going to dinner. I suppose in the midst of preparing and spending time with Sam, I hadn’t considered that Jaxson may have been coming home with me.

“They look delicious,” he says as I make my way towards the fridge to take out the container of homemade frosting that I’d prepped earlier in the day but never got to use.

“Here… try this.” Taking off the top, I hand him the container. The dark rich chocolate frosting is thick and fluffy within the bowl. He takes the bowl as I open the drawer and hand him a spoon. The man did not waste a second in diving in and popping a spoonful of the rich chocolate frosting in his mouth.

“Oh man…” he moans, his eyes meeting mine. “This… this is fantastic.”

“You’re just saying that,” I laugh, turning to place the spoon into the sink only to feel his fingers upon my waist stopping me in my tracks. My breath catches in my throat at his touch.

“I think you need to try it for yourself…”

I don’t have a moment to think before his finger, covered in chocolate, brushes against my bottom lip. My mouth instinctively opening to allow it entrance, the rich sweetness of the chocolate overtaking my taste buds, causing me to close my eyes, relishing in the feeling of his body pressing against mine from behind.

It’s the soft sound of my moan that seems to change something in him. A low growl of satisfaction escapes his throat as his lips find their way to my neck. His hand sliding down across my chest as his fingers grasp at my breast through my dress. This was exactly what I had hoped would happen with him coming upstairs.

“Take it off…” he whispers against my ear, instinctively making my bottom lip slip between my teeth as a smile spreads across my face. The demanding tone within Jaxson is more than erotic. The deep tremble sends a jolt of pleasure straight between my thighs. But I can’t make it that easy. The man has always been so dead set on being in control, who would I be to condone that behavior?

“You take it off.” I reply, turning in his grasp to face him. “Now.”

His eyes widen slightly at the command I’ve given him. A lust-filled hunger rising within the depths of his eyes as his hand finds its way to my throat. His fingers brushing against the artery in my neck before he snatches me roughly and pulls me close. “You’re so bad.”

“Do you like… bad?”

“I do,” I mumble before his lips crash upon mine, his other hand winding itself through my hair as he devours me with the hunger I’ve craved for so long. “Where’s your room?”

“My room?” I ask breathlessly, my body falling prey to the desires he creates.

“Unless you want me to fuck you right here on this kitchen floor… you know what, fuck it.”

I barely have a moment to consider what he means before he spins me around once more. His fingers work at the strap of my dress as his lips nip at the lower part of my ear. In fact, the only thing I can do is grip the counter in front of me, allowing him to all but rip the clothing from my body. The zipper comes undone and eventually, the dress falls to the floor, leaving me standing before him in only my black lace panties that do nothing to conceal the most sensitive parts of me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers against my neck, his hands sliding down the curve of my waist before sliding around my thighs, only for his right hand to cup my aching cunt as his finger slides above my slit teasingly.

“Jaxson—” I breathe out heavily, only to be spun around to face him once more. His hands come around to grip my ass as I’m once again hoisted upon the counter .

“I love it when you say my name like that,” he smiles. “Now let’s see how good this frosting tastes on you.”

All I can do is watch him as he takes his finger, running it through the chocolate frosting before wiping it along the inner part of my thigh straight towards my aching cunt. The sight of his eyes looking up at me as his tongue begins to trace along the line of frosting he left behind is a delicious sight to behold. The teasing sensation that he creates within me sends chills across my skin right up until his tongue catches my core and my back arches in pleasure.

Over and over again, his tongue flicks against my sensitive clit, causing my toes to curl as a finger slides within me. His hand pumps it back and forth within me as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. Until I cry out, falling over into an abyss of pleasure as I grip the countertop, lips parted as I come undone harder than I ever have before.

“Oh fuck! Jaxson!”

I don’t even have time to come down from the orgasmic bliss he has put me through before he pulls me off the counter and turns me around. Palms flat upon the counter, head completely dazed, I arch my back, ass perk and round for him as I spread my legs at the sound of his zipper and pants coming undone.

“Fuck, Madi…” he murmurs, his hand brushing over the soft skin of my ass as he lines the head of his cock with my aching wet cunt. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

In one swift move, he thrusts himself inside me. My body jolts forward slightly at the impact before his arm comes around my waist, holding me in place against him. The forceful aggression in which he takes me, my crying and moaning in pleasure as his lips brush against my shoulder. The entire moment with him, everything I have ever wanted and so much more.

It isn’t until he lifts my left leg, holding it up slightly at an angle that his thick, hard, rigid cock drives deep inside of me, that I realize our situation. “Please tell me you put on a condom.”

He chuckles in my ear, thrusting hard once more. “This time.”

“Good… because I can’t hold back much longer,” I admit to him, feeling myself on the verge of exploding in uncontrollable bliss. The ravenous way in which he continues to take me pushes me to limits that no one else has done before.

“Then don’t… come for me, Madison. I want to hear you scream.”