“That’s disgusting,” she whispered.
“I have to disagree.” I smirked as I inhaled her after orgasm scent. “I’m still not sure this isn’t a dream.”
Marcella turned on her back. “I’m sure you’d get off in your dream.”
I laughed, even if my dick pulsated with raging need. “That’s not going to earn you extra points.”
She leaned over and brushed the softest kiss across my cheek. “Sleep well, Maddox. I can’t wait to hear you murmur my name in your sleep again.”
Fuck.
Of course, I dreamed of her and woke with a hard-on. Maybe the blood hadn’t left my cock all night. My balls hurt like a bitch anyway. After a quick shower, I pranced around completely naked in my room, done playing hide and seek with Snow White.
She followed my movement with an indignant expression but her eyes held the same desire I felt. Soon my cock stood proudly again. Marcella’s gaze took in the bar piercing at the base and the one at the tip. The latter had actually been the result of a lost bet but I’d quickly realized I enjoyed the feel of the cool metal and the ladies did too.
Marcella’s fascination was definitely worth it. I stroked over the piercing at the base, bringing her attention there. “This one is positioned so it stimulates the clit,” I said, my voice rougher than usual. “And this one,” I continued, touching the piercing at the tip. “Stimulates the G-spot.”
Marcella didn’t say anything but after last night she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t turned on by me. I knew I’d find her wet again if I touched her pussy.
Last night with Maddox had been a revelation. His simple touch had ignited my body. Maybe because I’d been starving for touch.
I’d worried that I’d feel regret after but regretting something you want to do again seemed hypocritical. I tried to console myself with the fact that I was in an extraordinary situation that couldn’t be judged by standard rules. Yet deep down, I wondered if that was the only reason for my desire.
When I came out of the bathroom that night, Maddox lay stretched out on the bed, watching me with a hungry smile.
He was only in boxers, showing off his muscled, inked body.
I feigned disinterest.
“Earl said he’s getting there with your ol’ man. This might be one of our last nights together.”
My heart sped up. “Really?”
“Can’t wait to be rid of me?” he asked.
Surprisingly, I wanted more time with Maddox, no matter how infuriating he could be. Being locked in Maddox’s bedroom, away from the disgusting bikers, I’d almost forgotten the danger I was in. This had seemed like a strange version of a sabbatical away from my usual life.
“Maybe you should use tonight to have your pussy eaten out before you return to your fiancé.”
“Ex-fiancé,” I said immediately.
Giovanni had never gone down on me, only touched me a couple of times through my jeans (because he’d been scared to have me naked in case my dad burst into the room), which wasn’t an experience I’d enjoyed very much. Yet, considering that his tongue had felt as if a goldfish was floundering for its life on land in my mouth whenever we’d kissed, I hadn’t been overly eager to have him go down on me. I hadn’t come the few times he’d touched me, which had been a blow to his confidence, and which he’d blamed on me wanting to wait until my wedding night… at least subconsciously. That was utter bullshit of course.
Maddox lay on his back, grinning dirtily. “I could make you cream real good.”
My lips curled. “Cream, really? Don’t waste your breath, I’m not into oral.”
“Giving.”
“Receiving,” I snapped back, even though I couldn’t really know.
I hadn’t ever gone down on a guy. Giovanni had been too terrified of my father and didn’t dare to sully me like that before our wedding day.
Maddox’s smile became even dirtier and heat washed through me. I was slightly slick between my legs only from looking at him. “Your fiancé’s a real loser. He didn’t eat you properly or you wouldn’t be spouting this bullshit. If you were my girl, you’d be squirting like a fountain just thinking of my tongue in your cunt.”
I didn’t correct him in his assumption that Giovanni had gone down on me. It was irrelevant to what we had. I stepped closer to the bed, glaring down at him. “You have a foul mouth.”
You only regret the things you didn’t do.
“I have a magic tongue,” he growled, flicking his tongue out so the piercing flashed in the light. I couldn’t stop wondering how it would feel to have him pleasure me with the piercing. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched in anticipation. If this was really one of our last nights, this was also my last chance to get him on my side… and enjoy myself a little while I did.