CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Maisy

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Maisy

Everything was a blur as Mad Bell pulled me into his room and promptly slammed the door shut behind us so hard it rattled the window in its frame.

I smiled against his lips as he held me close and slanted his mouth over mine. I felt giddy, drunk even.

"Are you sure…" I said, trailing off as he fisted my hair. He held me tight as he dragged his tongue up the column of my neck. My thoughts dissolved into nothing the moment I felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my throat, leaving me nothing but a puddle of desperate moans.

I wanted this man. I sure as hell did.

But the thought of taking advantage of someone in any kind of altered state didn't sit right with me.

The grip on my hair tightened. My lids popped open to see him peering down at me with an intensity that I couldn't say I'd ever seen before. The air sizzled and crackled between us.

"I will remember this in the morning," he said as if he could read my mind.

"But will you regret it?" I rasped out, both afraid to know the answer and on edge to hear it.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

For a second, it was like a glass of ice water was poured over my head, jarring me out of the moment with a slap of reality. But then… I just decided that if all I was going to get was one night, then I was going to take everything I could from that it. Come on, you couldn't blame me. It wasn't like I was looking for a husband anyway. Not even a boyfriend, for that matter. Mad Bell and I were too opposite to ever work out in the long term even if I were looking for something like that. So one night of letting this intensity between us play out was actually the perfect solution.

"No," I answered with a sureness in my tone that left no room for doubt. I nipped at his bottom lip, only to find myself sucked into another deep kiss. There wasn't a single thought of protest as I let myself get lost in it.

There went my shirt and then his, all done blindly between kisses. It was like we didn't want to separate long enough to keep this ball rolling, both of us content with the feeling of our lips on the other's. His hands made quick work of my bra, and then his calloused hands were gently cupping my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, drawing a moan out of me. His touch was firm but not painful. It was perfect, and I was so wet for him.

I couldn't wait a second longer. I broke the kiss, working open my pants and urging him to do the same with a raised brow.

Taking in his tattoos, I bit my lip. God, he was so hot. The glimpses of his arms I'd gotten before and the one time I'd seen him shirtless hadn't been enough. I had a feeling I wouldn't get as long as I wanted to study them now either. As he wrapped his hands around my hips and tossed me onto the bed, I realized I was okay with that.

My eyes raked over his naked body. His cock hung heavy between his legs. Unable to stop myself, I whimpered at the sight, wishing he would hurry up and fuck me.

But he had other ideas. Ones I was on board for.

My legs parted without hesitation as he dropped to his knees and leaned on the bed. His face was between my thighs before I even took my next breath in.

He wasn't shy with his tongue or fingers. Holy fuck! One finger easily slid into my soaked pussy and it was only a second later he added another. He fucked me while he licked over my clit, the perfect circles of his very talented tongue sent me rushing to the finish line like I'd never felt before.

"Yes," I said, gripping the sheets.

"Fuck, you taste so good. I knew…" He opted for going back to eating me out rather than finishing that sentence. I was smart enough to figure out the gist of what he was getting at.

Which had me confused.

Whatever, this was too good to mess it up with deep thoughts.

Sex was easier. Talking could get us both into trouble. So, I gripped the back of his head and held him there while I ground myself against his face. My eyes rolled back into my head as his beard scratched the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

"Don't stop. Eat me like you mean it," I practically yelled, not giving one fuck who might hear outside this room.

There was a noise from him but I couldn't tell what it was. A moan? A groan? Was he trying to talk?

He doubled his efforts, sucking on my throbbing clit. His fingers curled and he found that spot. My breath caught in my chest as my orgasm rushed up to meet me. I didn't want it to be over yet but there was nothing I could do.

"Maddie!" I yelled as my fingers tried to grip his short strands.

He eagerly licked up my cum as he removed his fingers. I was boneless, but nowhere ready to be done at just one orgasm. I was going to ride this man by the end of the night.

I smiled lazily as he pulled away from me and got to his feet. My gaze stayed locked with his as I scooted up the bed and leaned back on the pillows. I was seconds away from reaching for him when he stepped onto the mattress and then he dropped to the bed, his knees on either side of my shoulders as he held himself over my chest.

He hovered there, looking down at me. His beard glistened with my juices as he slowly stroked his cock inches from my face.

"These lips," he said as he painted his slick precum over my bottom lip. "Do you know how many times I've imagined my cum dripping from them?"

Heat slithered down my body, settling between my legs. I'd already come, but I was ready for another. His deep voice was enough to turn me on, but those words… Holy shit!

"You know how many times I've imagined you choking on my cock, those big sapphire eyes staring up at me pleading for more? Imagined how your moans would sound?"

He pushed the tip of his cock inside my mouth. Like a greedy little slut, I closed my lips around him as my tongue circled my the head, and let out a moan that begged for more.

"So much better than I imagined," he said, pushing his cock further into my mouth. "That's it. So good, Maze."

With a hand clamped in my hair, he held me still as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth slowly. Through watery vision, I held his gaze. I was so turned on. I was torn between wanting to be his good little cum slut by showing him how perfectly I could swallow him down and begging him to fuck me.

"Fuck," he said as I felt his balls settle against my chin. My throat convulsed, and just as I felt like I was going to cough and gag, he pulled back. It was perfect. His cock hot and heavy against my tongue. "I could fuck your mouth all night."

I moaned, eyes rolling back in my head. The thought of him taking his time and fucking my mouth slowly drove me wild. I'd never experienced anything like this. I was sure once it was over and I had time to think about it, I'd freak out. I wondered if I'd ever get anything as good as this again. And he hadn't even fucked me yet.

"As much as I want to see you a wrecked mess with my cum dripping from your face, I want to fuck you more," he said, pulling out of my mouth quickly.

My chest was heaving, eyes watering, but I didn't blink as I stared up at him. He seemed to be unable to drag his gaze from me. In fact, he was frozen in place with his hand still tangled in my hair as if he had been stunned immobile by looking at me. Was he taking it all in like I was? Or was he wishing for a way out?

I couldn't read him. But then he released my hair and wiped the spit from my chin with his thumb.

His body covered mine, lips slanting over mine as he kissed the doubts right out of my head. His cock slotted between my legs and I shamelessly rubbed myself against it. Every time the bare cockhead glided over my slick hole, I lost my breath to the stupid risk of it all. It was a rush. Like driving a car too fast around a curve. I was toying with dangerous ideas. Craving reckless things.

But I was also smart enough to know better.

I'd only let myself get close enough to the fire to feel the heat of it on my skin.

With a grunt, Mad Bell rolled off of me. It was only a second later that he leaned over and dug through his nightstand, coming back with the very thing that made this whole situation a green light for me. I studied his tattoos in the light of the moon streaming through the window as he rolled down the condom. I still didn't have a damn clue what they all meant, but it sure made him pretty to look at.

There was no hesitation as he held up his cock like an offering to me. I climbed on that big boy and sunk down so slowly that I felt every single inch of it as it stretched me open.

"Shit," he grunted, fingers digging into my hips. "Hold on, Maze. I'm gonna blow if you don't give me a minute." He blew out a harsh breath as his head fell back against the pillow. "Fuckin' hell, woman. There isn't a single thing about you that doesn't drive me crazy."

I lifted up and dropped back down.

"You better mean that as a good thing," I said against his lips. I didn't hold back when I took his bottom lip between my teeth. His grip tightened on my hips but he didn't pull away from my stinging bite. "Your cock feels so good, Maddie."

"Joe," he said, and I wasn't sure I'd heard him right.

"What?"

"I want you to say my name when I'm fuckin' you."

"Joe?" I stopped moving, too shocked that I was getting a real part of him. However, I was also too lusted-out to realize how big of a deal it was.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "It's Joseph, but I prefer Joe."

He flipped us before I knew what was happening. I let out a sharp laugh as he tossed my legs over his shoulders and started fucking me like slow waves crashing into the shore. The intense look in his eyes was enough to make me lose my breath. I wasn't sure what was going on, but there was something passing between us.

And like most things I didn't know what to do with, I did everything I could do to ignore it.

"Fuck. Me. Harder," I panted out as I sharply held his gaze.

"Ask me nicely."

"Fuck you, Joe," I said, cocking a half-smirk at him. "I won't beg."

"Don't need you to," he came back with, snapping his hips. My back arched and a moan escaped me before I could stop it. "Say it again."

"Fuck—" He shut me up with another hard, deep thrust. "Yes, Joe. More."

"What the woman wants, the woman shall get."

I almost told him how much I loved that, but my breath was stolen by another deep thrust. I let him fuck me. I let him take the lead because he was so good at it. All I could do was hold on for the ride. And what a fucking ride it was.

"Joe!" I warned. My pussy clamped down on his cock and my whole body was shaking. There was no way he couldn't tell how close I was.

"You wanna come, Maze?"

"Yes!"

"You gonna be good and soak my cock?" I bit my lip and moaned instead of answering. He reached up and pinned my wrists down. I was nearly bent in half as he kept my legs locked over his shoulders. "Yeah, you are. You're gonna come so hard for me, aren't you?"

"Yes! Yes, Joe. I want to come for you." I stared into his eyes, teeth grit together as I let out, "Please."

He stopped, smirking down at me. I nearly lost the urge to come. Right as I was about to curse him, his hips slowly thrust into me. He stayed deep inside as he ground his pelvis into mine, hitting my clit just right. Again and again, he brought me slowly back to the edge.

"I knew you'd be perfect," he muttered as he released my wrists. His lips met mine. All it took was another slow grind against me and I fell over that edge. "So beautiful."

My body shook, and if it weren't for the daze my head was in, I would have blushed at his words. I never thought I needed to hear something like that, but coming from him, it didn't feel cheap or forced. It felt believable. And that scared me.

"I'm—" That was all he got out before he throbbed inside of me and came.

He kissed me until we came down. And when he eventually pulled out, I knew we'd be doing that again very shortly.