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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.

CHAPTER 22

MADDOX

“Why the fuck did you kiss him?”

I could ask myself that question over and over, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get an answer. What was wrong with me? Where did I even start? I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and I had no idea who was looking back at me. My face was red and splotchy, and my lips were swollen. But what shocked me most was the softened expression in my eyes. I bent over the sink, my arms shaking, hell, my entire body was trembling. I thought I was going to pass out.

From the aftershock of that monster orgasm, or the reality that I’d kissed someone for the first time? Not someone. Kayden.

And not just kissed, had sex. I didn’t even know what I was doing. I acted on instinct and I just…did it. Jerking us off together was hot as hell. Hotter than any fantasy I’d ever imagined.

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