Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

KAYDEN

" O pen up, Mad! Let me in!"

I knocked again, harder, louder. Why was he so goddamn stubborn like this?

"Mad! Why'd you take off like that?"

I was about to knock again when the door opened. Maddox stood in front of me in nothing but those ripped jeans and a scowl. Fuck, he was so damn sexy I couldn't think straight. Except to say, I wasn't straight. Nope. Definitely not.

Maddox crossed his arms and leaned against the door. "What the fuck are you doing here? Go back to the party."

He made to close the door, but I put my hand on it.

"You didn't even stay for fifteen minutes. And you shouldn't have walked home alone," I replied.

"I told you I'd stay for an hour. I stayed. I left," he scoffed. "And in case you can't tell Kay, I'm a big boy. I take care of myself."

"That's your line for everything; ‘ I don't need anyone ' or ‘ I don't like people ' or ‘ fuck off .' Why? I need to know why."

Maddox shook his head and motioned to his room. "Get inside before you wake up the rest of this floor."

I stepped into his room, and it was dark, save for the glow from the lamp by his bedside.

"Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be sucking face with Hailey right now?" he snapped.

That sounded a lot like jealousy. And that wasn't my high talking. I was getting better at reading my angry bee. I bit back a laugh at that image. I'd been stung by Mad so many times, and I kept coming back for more.

"She's real nice," I murmured. "Pretty and fun. Sweet, too."

With every additional word that came out of my mouth, Maddox's blue eyes grew darker. His jaw clenched, his lips pursed in a pout. Oh yeah, I was on to something here. He wasn't happy that I might be interested in Hailey. Even though I wasn't. Not at all.

"But I don't want her," I confessed. "There's someone else I can't stop thinking about."

Shit, did I really admit that out loud?

"You mean Sam?" Maddox hissed, pacing back and forth.

I shook my head and sat down in his chair. There was no mistaking the ominous creak when I made contact.

"New chair, stat," I chuckled.

Maddox stopped pacing and stood in front of me, hands on his lean hips. My laughter dried up as I realized how close he was. So close, I could reach out and touch him. His chest was rising and falling, fast, like he was out of breath. He wasn't the only one. Pretty sure he could hear my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

When I realized he'd taken off from the party, I didn't hesitate to say goodbye to my friends and follow him home. I didn't care about anything else. Couldn't explain it. I just…wanted to be with him. Not that I knew what the hell I was doing. I'd never been with a guy. What if I made a move, and he pushed me away? For good?

There was only one way to find out.

"And no, I wasn't talking about Sam," I admitted. "I just met her, so I haven't had time to think about her. And I don't want to. There's only one person who's got all my attention lately. One person I always want to be with. Do you understand?"

I stared up at him, at those dark, bottomless blues. The flash of awareness that throbbed between us had my cock chubbing up in record time.

Maddox stepped up to me and leaned over, his hands gripping the armrests, so close that I could smell the tobacco and beer on his breath. I was so turned on that I was trembling, every muscle primed with anticipation. Strands of hair fell over his eyes, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

I reached up with one shaky hand and pushed his hair away, testing the softness of it, and watching for any sign that he wanted me to stop. His scowl eased, replaced with a heated expression that was just as fierce, his cheeks flushed, his breath choppy.

"Is this okay?" I asked, the words barely a whisper. "If not, I can stop. And apologize. Or go. You probably don't?—"

Maddox was silent, and it scared me. He was preparing to unleash that sharp tongue of his. He was going to tell me to get out, get lost, and never come near him again.

But to my complete shock, Maddox slid over my lap and straddled my waist. And when he lowered himself over me, his hips meeting mine, his ass sitting snug against my dick, I couldn't help the filthy groan that rumbled out of my chest.

"Oh fuck," I whispered.

This was really happening. Maddox was touching me. I was touching him. My cock pulsed heavy and hard in my jeans, harder than I'd ever been. I was hot all over, flushed from head to toe.

"What the hell have you done to me, Kay?" Maddox growled.

He tilted his hips, rubbing against me. Holy shit, that felt… it was… I was too turned on to form a complete sentence. Even in my head. My entire body throbbed with a heat and excitement that was pure lust. I wanted more. No, that wasn't right. I needed more.

"I could ask you the same thing."

When his lips hovered over mine, my balls drew up painfully tight, and my veins flooded with pleasure.

But Maddox didn't kiss me. At least, it wasn't like any other kiss I'd had. Instead, he unleashed that wicked tongue of his in the best way. He full-on attacked my mouth, devouring me. The intensity of the kiss, the shock of electricity when our mouths met; it was unreal. Kissing him was so much better than good. There was no hesitation, no tentative exploration. He went for it. When his tongue snaked around mine, teasing me, I nearly came in my pants. I gripped his hair tighter, angling his head for a deeper connection.

I swallowed his husky moan, and it snapped what was left of my control. We ate at each other's mouths with eager lips and aggressive tongues. I was desperate, and greedy for more. I couldn't get enough.

I moved one hand to slide down around his back, lower, until I reached his ass.

"More, Kay," Maddox demanded when we finally came up for air. "Keep touching me."

He pushed his ass back, and I slipped my hand under his jeans to grab one perfect, taut handful. I was right about him going commando.

"You've been teasing me all night in these jeans," I confessed. "Fuck, ever since that shower at the rink. It's all I can think about."

"I jerked off in that shower after you left. Couldn't stop myself," Maddox admitted, thrusting his hips against mine, harder, faster.

God, that was such a turn on.

"Do it now," I bit out. "I want to see."

I don't know where this demanding side of me came from, but here I was.

Maddox moaned as he scrambled to unzip his jeans. His dick jutted out, heavy and hard, the head red and leaking pre-come. I licked my lips at the sight. Never thought I'd be dying to taste a guy's cock, or his cum, but suddenly, I was thirsty for it. All of it.

As I glanced up his body, I still couldn't believe this was happening. I thought Maddox was hot before, but now? His lips swollen from my kisses? He was stunning and I couldn't look away.

Maddox spat in his hand and stroked himself off. Fuck, I loved that too. It was dirty, and so freaking sexy. Watching him jerk off had my climax racing to the finish line, and I tried frantically to think of a way to calm down so I wouldn't embarrass myself. No way was I ready to come yet.

"Kay," Maddox bit out, his forearm tensing with every pump of his hand.

I wanted to touch him so badly, but maybe that was too much, too soon? Desperate, I scrambled to undo my zipper, reaching inside my briefs, pulling out my cock, and giving myself a long, slow pump.

"Jesus Christ," Maddox whispered as he stared down at me.

What? Was there something wrong with my dick? Did he not like what he saw? All my usual insecurities flooded the forefront of my mind.

"I thought I'd been mistaken in the shower," he whispered. "But no, your cock is as gorgeous as the rest of you."

I jolted at his comment, surprised but elated. A compliment from Maddox turned me into a total praise slut and I wanted more. My dick was leaking like crazy. I added spit to create a smoother glide and gave myself a few pumps.

I thought jerking off solo was hot, but watching Maddox, and him watching me? New kink unlocked. Until he took over, pushing my hand aside and wrapping those beautiful fingers around my dick. I wasn't prepared for the way his firm grip tormented my cock. His callused fingertips slid up and down my throbbing shaft, tugging faster, teasing me so good.

Then he took both of us in hand.

"Oh, God. Mad," I groaned out as he stroked us off.

It wasn't coordinated or smooth or anything like porn. Porn had nothing on the real thing. The scent of our pre-cum and the sweat from our bodies grew stronger. My thighs were rigid, my balls drawing up higher, tighter, pleasure crawling up my spine as his grip tightened.

"Come for me, Kay," Maddox growled.

That's all it took. Four words and I was a goner.

I came hard, my body jerking, ropes of cum covering Mad's hand, his cock, and mine. The visual of our stiff dicks rubbing against each other was burned into my retinas. There was no way I could ever unsee it.

Maddox's head fell back, the tendons in his neck rigid as he let out a feral groan. His forearm tensed as he unleashed all over me, over the two of us, more cum covering me. I reached for him again, gripping his neck, urging him closer. Our tongues tangled in wet, frenzied kisses. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't. Kissing him was addictive.

"Mad," I whispered his name against his lips.

I could hardly believe we'd had sex. It was nothing like I'd imagined and more than I'd dare to dream.

Until he suddenly tensed, pulling back, pushing my hand away, nearly toppling out of the chair.

"What the—" I asked, holding on to his arm so he wouldn't fall. "Mad, what's wrong?"

"Let go," he snapped. "Please."

I did as he asked and when he slid off my lap, I sat there, dick out, fucked out, covered in sticky cum and humiliation. Not five seconds ago, I was on top of the world and now? Now I felt lower than dirt. And I was confused. What the hell happened?

"Are you okay? Did I do something you didn't like?"

"It's not you, Kay." Maddox shook his head. "It's me. It's all me. I…I can't deal with this. I…I need you to go."

He tucked himself away and zipped up, heading for the bathroom. When the door slammed shut, I didn't move. I sat there, in that cramped chair, stunned and feeling like a fool. With numb hands, I pulled my shirt off, and wiped myself down. After zipping up, I glanced around and spotted his button-down on the floor. Without thinking, I grabbed it and threw it on. Of course, it was too small. I couldn't button it, and the seams in the arms nearly burst, but it would do.

I waited a moment, hoping that Maddox would come back out and want to talk. That he'd want me to stay. But, as the minutes ticked by, I realized that was stupid. And I was acting the same.

There was no need to make a big deal, anyway. I came, he came. I satisfied my curiosity and my questions. It was casual sex. No biggie.

As I left his room, sweaty but chilled, a strange ache took hold of me.

Casual? My gut told me it was anything but.