Madox smirks at my response, his dark eyes glinting with want and hunger until he breaks my gaze and acts like he isn’t doing anything at all. He watches the driver and then asks him to turn the music up louder so he doesn’t fall asleep, all the while playing with me, moving my arousal from my core to my clit. Rubbing and stroking, pushing his fingers in and curling them before dragging them out, slowly lighting me to a smoldering fire.
“We’ll be home in twenty and I’ll take care of you then.” He talks to me as if we’re a couple, a loving couple, like I’m merely hungover and he’s caring for me. When he strokes his thumb with ruthless pressure over my clit, I bite down on my lip to keep from being any more obvious than this already is.
His fingers inside of me, although they fill me and feel like heaven, are fucking offensive, because I remember all too well what his dick can do to me. I want him. He’s only teasing me.
He pushes in and out of me before going back to playing with my clit in a mix of gentle and hard caresses, but never letting me get off. He leaves me breathing heavier and waiting for something more.
He’s quick to slide his fingers back inside of me and my upper body begs to arch, but his hand in between my shoulder blades keeps me down.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you waiting for long,” he whispers when I peek up at him through my lashes. I can hardly hear him and I know for certain the cab driver can’t hear a word we’re saying. My warm breath lingers in the air between my face and the leather of the back of the seat.
“Madox,” I whine. I actually freaking whine with impatience. As the heat rises up my chest to my cheeks with embarrassment, Madox’s gaze catches fire. The deep greens brighten and the gold flecks flicker to life. The way he looks at me makes my heart race inside my chest. It always has.
“I fucking love to hear you beg,” he mutters beneath his breath and then lowers his head, bringing his lips to my ear. As he talks, his words cause a shiver to run down my spine, and send nothing but heat to my core. “I’m going to take care of you because I want to. But this right now, this is because I need to.”
The spark in his eyes steals the air from my lungs. And just then, he curves his fingers, pushing his knuckles against my front wall and I nearly combust on the spot. All rational thought leaves me, my voice leaves me, and my body begs to fall off the cliff of my impending release.
He grinds his knuckles, pressing them against that sinful spot inside of me all while he stares down at me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“You got in a cab three years ago and left me. Every fucking time you sit your pretty ass in a cab, I want you to feel this. Feel how fucking good it is to be mine.”
I can’t move or do anything but feel the fire build inside of me as he rips the orgasm from me, gripping the back of my neck and pinning my face against the back of the seat as I cum.
It’s not until I pull back, sucking in a deep breath of air and looking up at Madox, still impeccably dressed and looking completely unbothered, that he glances back down at me, and pushes his fingers in even deeper.
Minutes pass in silence, and I struggle with the torturous need to moan, but I merely shove my face into the seat and focus on not grinding into his hand.
Madox leans down, just as I’m so close to another release. So close to feeling that warmth spread through my body in a wave that crashes through me, destroying all logic.
“I need to fuck you on a plane as soon as humanly possible. So fucking hard that if you ever think about getting on one without me again, you’ll feel me throbbing between your legs.”
He drags out every bit of my orgasm, making it last impossibly long, rubbing my hard clit all the while. I’m left shaking in his lap, with my arousal slick between my thighs when the cab slows at the gate to Madox’s place, giving me only a minute up his driveway to pull my pants back up over my ass.
“The second we get inside,” Madox whispers in my ear, “take your clothes off. They belong on the floor.”
Chapter 5
Madox
Seven years ago
“You want me to do what?” She blushes when she asks me. Her eyes are wide and her smile grows broader.
“You heard me,” I tell her rather than repeat myself. I’m so fucking hard for her. I’ll never have enough.