Page 23 of Mr. Irrelevant
“Hey!” he whines. “I didn’t see everything!”
I shrug, relief washing over me now that we’re done. “Sorry. Learn to read faster.” His jaw drops in exasperation, and I smile sweetly, tucking my phone away safely. My brain is going a million miles a minute, wondering what he saw, but I don’t have time to dwell on it before I’m back in his arms, giggling as he presses playful kisses to my neck.
“Thank you for showing me that,” he says, his warm breath puffing against my chilled skin. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”
TWENTY-TWO
MADDOX
“I could kiss you forever,”I mumble against Livvy’s lips. We woke up about thirty minutes ago, fully rested and ready to enjoy a couple of hours together, since it’s a late start for both of us. I convinced her to come home with me last night after she showed me her list, but we were so exhausted we barely even made it through a quick shower before falling asleep, wrapped up in one another. I haven’t forgotten a thing that I saw, though. And I officially have a new mission in life.
I want to give this woman everything she craves.
“Please do,” she replies softly as I coast my lips downward, stopping to lick and suck at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. My cock thickens with arousal as she spreads her smooth thighs wide in invitation, allowing me to settle my hips between them, right where I belong. The items from her list run through my mind—rough sex, anal play, sex in public, bondage, make a sex tape—making me even harder against her as I thinkabout all the ways I could check them off. I can’t help but laugh internally at what a fucking bitch her ex was for not being open to the things she wanted to try. His loss is my gain though, because where he fell short, I’ll blow her goddamn mind.
“Do you trust me, sweet girl?” I ask, hoping like fuck that I’ve given her enough reasons to know I’d never hurt her. I mean, some of this will cause her pain, but it’ll always come with overwhelming pleasure. I want to make her drip—to beg for more, even when she thinks she’s at her absolute limit. But it has to be her decision. I can’t do any of it without her consent.
She exhales a shaky breath, her hips lifting from the bed in search of some friction. The motion tilts her just right, so my cock slides through her wetness. I clench my jaw at the feeling, because while we’ve fucked plenty of times, we’ve always used a condom. Just the feeling of her slick, swollen skin against my shaft has me ready to blow my load all over her aching little clit. But before I give in to the wicked thought, she answers.
“Yes, Maddox. I trust you…with all of it.” My heart squeezes in my chest at her choice of words because some of the things on her list require the highest level of confidence and safety. Some people spend years with a partner and never get there, yet here she is, trusting me with every one of her fantasies.
“Good girl, baby,” I praise, lifting my head and looking into her big blue eyes. “I want you to know that even when I’m being dominant, you’re still in charge. Because all of this is new for you, I want to use the stoplight system. If you like what I’m doing, saygreen. Ifyou’re hesitant or just feeling like you want to slow down, sayyellow. To stop completely, sayred. I don’t care what we’re doing or how into it I am. I need to know if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll always take care of you, but you have to promise to communicate with me. Deal?”
She nods, not an ounce of trepidation in her gaze as she gives herself to me. The power that flows through me in this moment is a heady feeling, one that makes me want to do everything all at once, but we need to go slow. I’d bet every last dime I have that she’s never even attempted the things we’re about to do, and if I’m not careful, they could be ruined for her in the future. As much as the thought of her taking any of this into the next phase of her life—one that doesn’t include me—makes me sick to my stomach, I want her to know what she likes, and what her beautiful body is capable of.
Lowering my head, I press my lips to hers, grinding my erection along her wet slit. She whimpers quietly, her desperation like a song as I leisurely work her up. Out of all the items on her list, I feel like anal play is probably the best to start with. It affords me the opportunity to move at a pace that’s comfortable for her, and she’ll still have an item to check off even if she decides that she doesn’t want more than the most minimal touch.
She tilts her pelvis up, the head of my cock pressing to her warm opening and daring me to dip inside without protection. I want to—more than I’ve ever wanted anything—but I know that would take things to a whole new level, making it even harder when thetime comes to say goodbye. So, I do the right thing, pushing back onto my knees and leaning over toward the nightstand. I open the drawer, reaching inside for a condom and some lube before returning to where Liv lies, panting and needy against the pillow. Her hair is wild and messy, lips swollen from my kisses. This girl gets prettier every time I look at her, and I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive for getting to see her like this.
I press my mouth to hers once more, because I can’t seem to ever fully quench my thirst for her, before slowly working my way down her body. I leave a wet line from her throat to her navel, stopping every now and then to nip at her soft skin. Her breathing becomes tighter and more labored the lower I go, until finally, I settle between her parted thighs, looking up to where she’s staring intently. I can see the smallest hint of nervousness in her expression, so I take a second to tell her my plan.
“I’m going to lick this pretty little pussy,” I say, my hot breath ricocheting off her swollen clit and eliciting a quiet whimper. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, baby. And after you unravel for me, I’ll go lower and eat your ass until you’re ready to take my finger. Is that okay?”
She swallows thickly before letting out a slow, shaky exhale. But the certainty behind her crystal blue gaze as she nods her head tells me she wants this just as much as I do. My guess is that no one has ever done this to her, which makes red-hot greed run through my veins. Her showing me this list is like a gift—an entire page ofLivvy’s firsts wrapped up in a great big bow, just waiting for me to open. I don’t feel worthy of any of it, but I’ll die before I let her leave this arrangement without getting everything she’s ever wanted from a man.
“This is my cunt, Liv,” I state, leaning forward and licking up the length of her. A relieved moan tumbles out of her at the contact. The taste of her arousal explodes on my tongue, making my cock turn to stone as precum leaks onto the bed beneath me. “Say it.” It’s a rough demand, pure desperation cloaked in possession, and I try hard to ignore the fissures in the wall that I’ve erected to protect my sanity—the ones that seem to become wider every time I’m with her. I’ve never had a problem keeping things strictly physical with a partner before. This is not my first go at an exclusive casual sex dynamic, but none of them have ever made me feel this consumed by the need to own—tokeep—even if it’s just for now.
“It’s yours, Maddox,” she whispers, and my heart beats wildly behind my rib cage as adrenaline rushes through me. I reward her with another long, firm swipe, starting at the bottom of her entrance and sliding upward until her hard, swollen nub is pressed to my lips. I add pressure, sucking hard and making her whimper as her back arches off the mattress. It isn’t long before she’s a complete mess, both figuratively and literally, practically gushing all over my face while her body squirms and writhes against the soft sheets.
“I fucking love eating you,” I say into her skin, focusing all my attention on her pulsing clit as I pushtwo fingers inside her at a deliberate and languid pace. As always, her body doesn’t disappoint, reacting to my touch just as it has countless times before.
“Wanna know how I know you were made for me, Dimes?” I ask darkly. She whines in response, flicking her gaze down to where I’m working her over. “Whenever I sink inside this horny little pussy, she sucks me right in. And when I try to leave”—I retreat just slightly, enjoying the way her muscles contract around me—“she does everything she can to keep me right where I belong.” I twist my palm toward the ceiling, finding the ridges of her G-spot with ease and playing it like an instrument I’ve spent my entire existence mastering. She gasps, fisting the sheets so tightly that her knuckles are completely devoid of color as her inner walls begin to flutter around me. Knowing her orgasm is barreling toward her at full speed, I lower my head again, latching onto her clit and sucking roughly.
“I’m coming,” she chokes out, the sentiment dying on her lips as her body convulses uncontrollably. The taste of her arousal is headier, thicker, more delicious than ever—so much so that I can’t stop myself from humping against the mattress, desperate for relief. This woman makes me feral—completely unhinged, knowing that I can turn her inside out like this with barely any effort. It’s as though, before I even met her, my subconscious was programmed to know exactly what she’d need when our paths inevitably crossed.
I slow my pace, pulling my fingers from her warmth and ghosting my tongue around the rim of her pussy, cleaning up every drop of the sweet honey that soaksher skin. Her muscles relax as she floats back to awareness, her chest rising and falling steadily while I give her time to fully recover. I want her to be completely present for what comes next.
Lifting my head, I wait for her eyes to flutter open, finally connecting with mine. “What do you say if you need to slow down?” I press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, watching her pink tongue dart out to wet her lips before she croaks out an answer.
“Yellow,” she replies. The nerves that were evident in her expression and rigid body language just minutes ago are nowhere to be found, likely from the oxytocin that’s flowing through her system. I’m glad the orgasm relaxed her, because I desperately want her to enjoy all the new things we’re about to try.
“And to stop?” I question, earning the most adorable little eye roll. She huffs an annoyed breath, looking down at me as though it’s the dumbest question ever, but I don’t care. Her comfort and safety are my main priority.
“Red.”
“Good,” I reply, crawling up her body so that we’re face to face before gripping her chin roughly. Caught off guard, her eyes widen, and she gives me her undivided attention—not that I’m giving her much of a choice. “Don’t think I’ll let that attitude slide next time, Olivia. I sawrough sexandbondageon that list, and I’d love nothing more than to tie you up and turn that ass red for talking back. Do you understand?” She nods in affirmation, which I reward with a sensual, yet very brief kiss.
I pull back, a devious smirk lifting one corner of my mouth. “That’s Daddy’s obedient girl.” It’s a risk to even use the term, since it’s a pretty specific kink—one I didn’t even know I had until the other night—but I’m pleasantly surprised when her pouty lips part and a desperate whimper breaks through the air. The sound makes my cock harder than it’s ever been as it continues to drip like a faucet, precum smearing onto the bedsheets as I return to my spot between her thighs.
