Page 53 of Worthy

The thoroughness of his movements create a whole new sensation I’ve never felt before. It’s relaxing, yet wave after wave of desire crashes through me as Maddox’s delicate fingers explore my body. .

I’m torn between doing nothing and letting him have his way with me. I’d let him make me beg if he felt so moved. As it is, I’m struggling not to take over and do as I please. To release my hips that I’ve pinned to the couch with the last shed of my remaining will, let them thrust into the warmth of his mouth. It doesn’t help that he’s teasing me with his breath, ghosting the delicious heat of it over my cock. And it’s just mere inches away.

My head flops back against the couch as I trap a groan deep inside my throat.

No. What I should be doing is discouraging this so he knows I’m not hanging out with him just to get off.

I am trying–desperately trying, and failing…hard–to turn over a new leaf. To be a better person. For him. For me.Fuck. Who am I kidding?

He wants this.

He initiated this.

Right?

Maddox stops his clever perusal and runs a full palm down the length of my dick, causing it to jerk inside my shorts. It feelsso good, the pleasure borders on pain, but in a needy, achy way. I want him tograb me, to squeeze hard and relieve the discomfort, or at the very least take me out so my shorts aren’t pinching me, but at the same time he’s got me hovering on the edge, and the sweet agony feels phenomenal.

Fuck.

I try to sit still, to not rock my hips up into his touch, but I’m losing control over my body. The need to fuck him until our limbs forget how to work is too great and growing with every second that ticks by.

″Do you like torturing me?” I clench my teeth together.

″Am I? I thought this would feel good.” His hand stills and he looks up at me, guiltily.Shit.

″It feels incredible, it’s just getting a little tight down there.” I tip his chin up so I can kiss him and disabuse him of the notion that I don’t like what he’s doing. He’s pretty much told me several times before not to make his decisions for him, so even though he’s moving faster than I expected him to, if he’s comfortable enough to make a move I won’t stop him.

I said I was trying to be good, not that I wouldn’t let him talk me into being bad.

″Well, that’s easy to fix, right?” Maddox reaches for my pants and pops open the button before reaching for the zipper. He slowly drags it open and pushes my boxers out of the way, my cock standing up as soon as it's free, but rather than take it in hand he simply stares at it.

“What?” I grunt.

My question has his eyes snapping to mine, though he immediately lowers them with a slight shake of his head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I reach down and stroke myself, needing to take the edge off, loving how it makes his breath catch. Then he shakes his head again.

“I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”

“Done what? Taken my dick out?”

His head bobs curtly.

I give myself another stroke. “Does it look like I’m unhappy about that?”

A head shake.

Letting go of my dick, I place my fingers under his jaw and tip his head up so he’s forced to look at me.

“Do you always ask people you’ve hooked up with if you can touch them again or is this because it’s my first time with a guy?”

To his credit, he holds my stare when he answers. “The second one.”

“Well, I appreciate the concern but cut that shit out. No one’s forcing me to be with a man, so you don’t need to worry about me panicking. And as far as touching me goes,” my voice takes on a husky tone, “you can do that whenever you want.”

Madd licks his lips as his eyes drift lower, back to my exposed cock. He reaches for me, finger gently circling my tip. My cock lurches toward his touch.

″You like that?” He smiles at me, almost like he’s proud of my reaction.

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