Page 54 of Worthy

″Yeah,” I say through gritted teeth.

He trails his finger from the tip down to the base. “And this?”

″Yes.” I have to breathe through my nose since my jaw is locked tight.

He wraps his hand around me and gives a gentle squeeze before sliding his fist up and down.

″And that?”

″Fuck yes,” I growl. “I like all the ways you touch me.”

He smiles mischievously and I watch, captivated, as he explores me without abandon. Gentle glides of his finger up and down my length, occasionally circling or flicking the tip. Fisting me in his hand to stroke me slowly. Gently tugging my sac before moving back tomy rigid length. My cock has never been handled so thoroughly. So affectionately, like it’s giving him pleasure just to touch it.

Fuck, is that even possible? Usually when people—women—have touched my dick, it was about getting it hard enough to ride. A means to an end. Maddox seems turned on just by discovering how his touch affects me, and it makes me want to return the favor so I can see what turns him on.

Whoa. That’s messed up. Or, not messed up exactly, but intense in a way I’ve never experienced. Am I really getting excited about the idea of learning how to touch him, like that’s just as rewarding as the actual finish? I need to find out.

Before I can take charge, he drops to the floor so he’s kneeling in front of me, takes my shaft in his fist, and places a tender kiss on my tip. Once again, his actions leave me reeling.

No one has ever kissed my cock before. Plenty of women have put their mouths on it, but they either slobbered all over it or sucked like they were trying to hoover my brains out. And until right this second, I wasn’t dissatisfied with either scenario since I happen to like wet, aggressive blow jobs. But having Maddox kiss, and lick and frigginsavormy dick is an experience that will be seared into my soul.

The way his eyelids flutter as he licks over my length, and how he exhales contentedly when his plump lips circle my crown, have my heart beating so hard I can feel it in my dick. Tiny little pulses of ecstasy ripple over my shaft one after the other, a series of successive explosions that he teases to the surface then soothes with his tongue before they tip me over.

The TV is long forgotten, erased by the image of Madd’s sultry mouth lapping at my dick. It’s the most glorious torture, and despite the leisurely pace, I’m starting to think he can pull an orgasm from me just by looking so blissedout.

My balls draw up tight, spurred on by the idea of filling his throat with my release, then abruptly deflate as Maddox pulls off me with an audible pop.

“Nooo.” A needy whine I didn’t know I could make escapes my lips. “Don’t stop,” I beg.

“I have to if you want to come in my ass.”

My eyes blink furiously, trying to reconcile the words I just heard with the man kneeling before me.Did he just…?

Maddox holds out his hand, and I take it without a second thought. But the walk to the bedroom gives me a few minutes to come to my senses.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as we cross the threshold.

“Do you ask everyone you hook up with if they’re sure—” he arches a coy brow as he strips off his clothes “—or is this because I don’t usually have casual sex.”

“The second one.” I try not to smirk as we throw our earlier words back at each other.

“Well, I appreciate the concern but cut that shit out. I know what I’m doing.” He pushes me to my back on the bed and climbs on top of me, and once again my heart threatens to beat out of my chest, although this time I don’t think it’s because I’m so turned on. I think it’s because he’s radiating this confidence I’ve only gotten the occasional glimpse of to this point, and even though I never intended for him to feel confident about being withme, I’m sort of proud of him for it. Confidence looks good on him.

The squelch of lube Madd’s coating his fingers with snaps my attention back to him.

What the actual fuck just happened?

My dick’s out, a gorgeous guy looks like he’s getting himself ready to ride it, and I’m more focused on his internal growth than getting laid.

Who even am I?

That question goes unanswered as Madd leans forward to touch his lips to mine. Then he lines my cock up with his ass.

Before I pout about not having the opportunity to stretch him, he sinks onto me, and every thought in my head is erased by the sheer bliss of feeling his slippery walls engulf me.

″Oh God,” I groan, arching my hips up to feel more of him. “Fuck.”

″This feels good?” He starts to rock his hips slowly, those incredible washboard abs flexing enticingly.

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