25. Cin

25

Cin

M y leg is itchy as fuck after the stupid chainsaw accident. The wound is healing up nicely, but I'm having to be careful with it, which is annoying. Still, there's been a thaw in Tessa's attitude toward me, so I count that as a win.

Every time I show some discomfort, she checks to make sure I'm OK. It's cute and I love the attention. I can tell Madden thinks I'm milking a relatively minor incident for all it's worth. He rolls his eyes and glares at me, but so far, he's not said a word. Or punished me since that time in his office.

I wish he fucking would. My dick is desperate for some action. Between Tessa's smoking hot body and Madden's Dom vibe, I'm about ready to blow. I must have jacked off a thousand times but to no avail.

I'm sporting a semi right now, just from watching Tessa's boobs bounce while she runs after Harry. That's how much fucking trouble I'm in.

"Seriously?" Madden growls when he half turns and clocks the bulge in my pants.

I shrug unapologetically. Not much I can do while he's icing me out and she won't give me the time of day unless I act like a bird with a broken wing.

Hmm. Maybe I need to sprain my ankle. Perhaps that would lead to a bed bath with a happy ending?

"Get a grip, dickhead. We have children here!"

"Why don't you get a grip, huh? Preferably around my cock!" I hiss in reply, reaching down to adjust my aching dick. Tessa's head snaps up and I wonder for a moment whether she heard me, but she looks away again and scoops Chloe up, blowing a raspberry on her belly and making her giggle like crazy.

He doesn't bite, sadly. Under different circumstances, he'd have forced me to my knees, shoved his massive cock down my throat, and then fucked me to within an inch of my life.

Good times.

Ugh. I shove those thoughts out of my head and hurriedly turn away before my erection busts through my zipper. Time to go and rub one out again.

I'm surprised Madden isn't distracting himself with work as per usual. He told me this morning he'd canceled the job with Astrid Love.

Thank fuck.

The woman is beautiful, and funny as hell, but comes with way too much emotional baggage. We had a thing when I took pity on her and went back to her room with her after a disastrous premiere where she told the world's press the movie she was starring in sucked.

It was kinda funny, but her management team didn't find it quite so amusing. Once she sobered up, she lost her shit big time. With our client on the verge of a breakdown and threatening to catch a cab to the nearest dive bar, I took it upon myself to babysit her until she calmed down.

And it worked. We talked, drank some more, and eventually had sex.

I enjoyed it and so did she.

Madden was pissed, as per usual, but there was no harm done. By the next morning, Astrid was sober, unrepentant, and back to her usual sassy self. She kissed me goodbye and jumped into a chauffeur-driven limo.

I assumed that would be the end of it, but she carried on texting me for months after. Usually when she was drunk and/or miserable. That wasn't what I signed up for, so I blocked her number after a while.

I'm not interested in being some rich cougar's sugar baby. Fun sex, no problem. Unpaid therapist? No thanks.

Since I can't make my dick behave, I go into my bedroom and close the door. Maybe if I jack off again, I might get some relief. I lie on the bed and pull my shorts down. My dick springs out, hard and ready for action, weeping all over my abs.

It doesn't take much effort to beat one out. A few minutes spent picturing Tessa's tits is enough to trigger an orgasm. Just as I'm cleaning up the mess, there's a knock on the door.

"We need to talk, asshole."

I tuck myself away and toss the used tissue in the bin before opening the door.

"Yeah?"

Madden looks down and then looks away. He knows exactly what I've been doing. Knowing him, he was hoping to catch me before I came, so he could ruin my buzz. Lucky for me, that was the fastest jack-off session in living memory, so his cock-blocking failed.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure nobody is around, then shoves me backward and closes the door. Before I can ask what his fucking problem is, his mouth is on mine and he's grinding his cock against me.

I kinda want to grin at how desperate he is, but finally having his hands on me is too satisfying, and I dare not risk breaking the spell.

"Need something?" I tease when he pulls back, panting with lust. This isn't like Madden at all. He rarely loses control.

"Get on your knees, Cin." My cock is rock hard again, even though I only just came. I squeeze my shaft and do as I'm told.

"Good boy." The words trigger a tsunami of lust so hot I have to stifle a moan. Madden knows my kinks too well. I love being dominated by him. It's a throwback to my first time with a guy when my favorite college professor popped my ass cherry in his office.

"Take my cock out and suck."

He watches me, his jaw ticking with tension as I ease his pants down. His cock is hard, throbbing with need, and weeping for me. I lick my lips in anticipation and then lick his swollen crown.

"Cin," he groans. "No teasing."

I open my mouth wide and he slides right in. His salty flavor explodes on my tongue and I groan, feeling another kick of lust deep in my balls as my dick leaks all over my abs, desperate for attention. But I ignore it.

The deeper I take him, the more he groans. Once my nose touches his abs, he pulls back and starts to fuck my face. I can't breathe and it isn't long before I'm light-headed from oxygen deprivation, but I refuse to pull away.

Madden's hand grips my hair as he pounds into my mouth, rabid with desperate need. Just as I'm about to shove him away so I can catch a breath, he comes. Hot release spurts into my throat. I swallow frantically and then he shoves me back, panting as his body comes down from the high.

I'm still hard but I stay in position, on my knees.

"Such a good boy," he murmurs, stroking my head. I love this version of Madden when he's sated and affectionate. It's a glimpse of how things could be if he stopped pushing me away and let me in.

It's never going to happen, though.

The man has more walls than a Chinese prison camp.

He's much too afraid to give in to the feelings between us.

And that makes me so sad.