Chapter 27

twenty-seven

MADDOX

"Holy shit," Isla says with a shaky breath. Her eyes flutter as she pushes her sweat-dampened hair away from her face. She looks like a goddess. All flushed cheeks, hooded, satisfied eyes, and a lazy smile I want to see more often. I press a kiss to her inner thigh, earning another quiet moan, before rising from my knees to hover over her. I kiss her deeply, making sure she tastes herself on my lips.

I hadn't planned to eat her out tonight. Dreamed about it? Sure. But I was fully prepared to take things at a glacial pace to earn Isla's trust. Then she gave me those fuck-me-eyes and opened that sassy mouth of hers, and well, here we are. She's boneless and sated, and my dick is trying to burst out of my pants like the Kool-Aid man busted through all those brick walls in commercials from the 90s.

Isla's arms wrap around my neck and the feeling of her body pressed against mine is unlike anything I've ever experienced. I want to feel every inch of my bare skin against hers, in her. But tonight isn't about me and what I want. That doesn't mean I don't have to wrangle every ounce of my self-control when her slim little fingers wiggle beneath the waistband of my pants and stroke along my rock-hard cock.

"What do you think you're doing, Short-Stack?" I ask her as her finger traces the crown of my dick. I'm going for cool and unaffected, but my voice cracks like a teenage boy going through puberty. This makes her smirk adorably.

"You tasted me. Now it's my turn to taste you." She bats her eyelashes at me. She's a goddamn siren.

I let her continue to play with my dick because it feels amazing, but I stop her other hand from unbuttoning my pants. "Not tonight. Tonight is all about your pleasure."

Lower lip out, Isla pouts. She actually pouts when I tell her she won't be wrapping those luscious lips around my dick tonight. I must be out of my mind. But I'm determined.

I have a feeling about something.

Running my thumb over her hard little nipple, I pepper her neck with kisses. My voice is low when I whisper in her ear. "When is the last time a man spent all night bringing you to orgasm because he couldn't get over the sounds you make when you come, or the way your pretty chest flushes pink all the way down to your nipples?"

Her eyes grow even more hooded and her hand wraps around my shaft. She can't do more than that because my pants are too tight, but holy hell, even that feels incredible. But arousal isn't the only thing I see in Isla's hooded gaze. There's surprise and a healthy dose of vulnerability, too.

"Don't get me wrong, beautiful. I can't wait to feel your hot little mouth wrap around my cock. To watch you suck me down as you gaze up at me. I will probably dream of the way your throat will bob when you're trying to suck down every last drop of my cum." Her lips part and she pants as I continue plucking and playing with her nipple. She's so stunning. "But only a selfish asshole would go down on a woman just once. I'm sure you're still feeling sensitive, but after I make sure you're hydrated and comfortable, I'm going to make you come again."

Isla's breathing hard, a look of shock warring with the lust painted in blushing pinks and scarlet across her face. Her hips undulate against me reflexively. She may not entirely believe me, but she's turned the hell on.

"How many times have you come in a single night?" I ask her.

"W-what?"

Oh, this is going to be so fun. Sliding my fingers down from her breast, I push my hand between us and circle her swollen clit. She gasps, bucking into my hand. I use my fingers to punctuate my question. "How. Many. Times. Have you come. In a single night?"

"I… I've made myself come twice a few times," she confesses with a gasp as I press my fingers against her clit. "But if you're asking how many times someone else has made me come? Only once. Before you."

I knew it. I fucking knew it. That worthless, impotent little weasel she was engaged to probably only ever thought of his own pleasure. I won't ask her right now because the last thing I want is for Isla to be thinking about her stupid ex, but I'm curious how often he made her come when they had sex. Did he at least make sure she climaxed every time they were intimate? Or did he just rut into her until he achieved completion, only to flop down beside her and immediately start snoring away?

Nipping at her neck, I make a tsk -ing sound. "That's a tragedy, Isla." I part her lower lips with my finger and circle her opening with lazy, indolent movements. "I bet I can make you come at least three more times in the next two hours."

She lets out an incoherent mumble as I press two fingers into her hot, wet, pussy and press on her clit with my thumb. I circle it a few times before dipping my thumb into her slick heat, then bring it back to her clit. I want her messy. I want her dripping. I want her to be so slippery with arousal that she has no other choice but to change the sheets tonight before she goes to bed, no matter how exhausted she is.

"I don't know if I can come again," she tells me with wide eyes. But she will. I can already see the signs. Her hips move faster, her grip on my dick slackens, her chest rises and falls more rapidly. I bet I can pull one more orgasm out of her right now before her body truly needs a break. Not that she'll get much of one. I wasn't kidding when I told her I was going to shoot for giving her five orgasms. I'll stay here all night if that's what it takes.

At least one of them will be from Isla Harding sitting on my face.

"Maddox," she whines, her eyes glazed over with lust. I gently tug her hands out from beneath the waistband of my pants and quickly push them off so I'm in nothing but my boxer briefs. Then I grab Isla's hips and flip her over onto her belly, pushing her into the middle of the bed as I do. She lets out an adorable squeal that turns into a squeak as I playfully swat her ass .

"Do you have a vibrator?" I ask her as I press my hard-on against her backside.

"Huh?"

"A vibrator, Isla," I repeat as I wrap my arm beneath her hips and tug her ass into the air with her knees spread beneath her. It's the perfect angle for my brief-covered cock to rub against the wet heat of Isla's pussy. "Do you have a vibrator? Maybe in your bedside table?"

"Y-yes," she stammers, pressing back into me. "It's in my drawer right there." Sure enough, she points to her bedside table. I grin as I reach over her and pull the drawer open. A bullet vibrator is tucked next to a larger dildo. I consider both but decide on the bullet.

"If it's too much, I want you to tell me. Can you do that, baby?" She shivers beneath me when I turn on the vibrator. She's so responsive. I haven't even touched her with it yet.

She nods. "Mmhm."

Pressing the bullet to her right nipple, I rock against Isla's ass. Her body is caged within mine, and never have I loved being so much bigger than a woman before. She lets out a choked sound of pleasure as I stimulate her nipple and kiss the side of her neck. When she whimpers from the onslaught of sensation, I switch my attention to her other breast.

"Ohmygod," she moans. "Maddox."

The sound of my name on her lips as she moans and mewls like a kitten has me harder than I've ever been. I've never been so turned on, and she's not even touching my dick.

"Do you need to come again, beautiful? Is your clit aching for my attention?" I nip lightly at the juncture of her neck. The only answer she can muster is a gasp.

"Oh, god." She arches into me, and I seize my opportunity. The bullet buzzes in my fingers as I press it gently against Isla's sensitive clit. She squeals, her arms shaking as she holds herself up. "It's too much, Maddox. It's too much."

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, pulling the bullet away from her sensitive flesh. "The goal is to bring you pleasure. If this doesn't feel good, I want you to tell me."

"No." Her arms collapse and she rests the side of her face on the mattress, her sweet little ass still in the air. "Please don't stop. It's just… I've never…"

She's never been someone's focus like this. She doesn't know what her body is capable of. She doesn't know what to ask for or what to expect. Tonight I will happily play both teacher and student. I'll teach her that her pleasure is important and that a real man enjoys giving as much as receiving. And I'm planning to learn every single tick and tell, every pleasure point in Isla's body.

Her legs tremble when I hold the bullet against her clit again. I let my body press into hers, lowering her to the mattress so she's lying prone, her legs spread. My dick is aching, it's so hard. It would be so easy to free myself and slide into her warmth. Something to look forward to.

Within another few minutes, Isla is whimpering and gasping as another orgasm rips through her body. She practically convulses beneath me. Her hoarse cries nearly have me coming in my pants like a teenage boy. I toss the bullet aside, working her through her third orgasm with my fingers and the palm of my hand. And once she's spent, I tug her naked body into mine .

"Wow," she murmurs. "I've never come that hard." Her words are slurred and quiet. She's exhausted. Maybe getting to five orgasms is a little ambitious for our first night. But we'll get there. We have all the time in the world. Or we will if I have anything to say about it. For now, I'll take care of her. Make sure she knows she's safe with me.

"I'll be right back," I whisper against the shell of her ear. "You stay here and recover."

Blue eyes find mine when Isla rolls onto her back. "Where are you going?"

"You need water." I gently push her dampened hair from her face. She's so beautiful and real like this. I can't help smiling like an idiot. "And I'm going to get you cleaned up. Do you have washcloths?"

"In the cabinet below the sink," she tells me, pointing to her en-suite bathroom. Then her face softens with a sated smile. "I'm not sure I can walk yet."

Chuckling, I push up from the bed. "If you can, I've failed." And with a wink, I head to her kitchen to get her a glass of water. I'll get her cleaned up, then order Chinese food for delivery. I'm hungry after all our fun, so I can only imagine how ravenous Isla must be. The idea of taking care of her, of fucking and feeding her, of gently washing her sore body expands my chest.

I don't know how her dickhead ex treated her, but I'm determined to treat Isla Harding the way she deserves to be treated. Like a queen. And maybe, if she's not too exhausted after I fill her belly with lo mein and egg rolls, I'll convince her to take her throne so I can enjoy dessert.