Page 61 of Mad Rivals
I gawk as I drink my water, and he chuckles when he shuts off the water and catches me staring.
I start clapping. “Best show I’ve watched in a while.”
He laughs as he towels off, and then he holds up a hand to help me up. He wraps another towel around me, and he lifts me out of the tub and onto a rug to finish drying.
He pulls me into his arms once I’ve tucked the towel around myself, and he buries his face in my neck. “You smell like me.”
I laugh. “And you always smell like heaven, so I’ll take it.”
He raises a brow. “Heaven? Really?”
I lift a shoulder.
“Well, whatever that coconut stuff is smells like pure joy, just so you know,” he says—or growls. I’m not sure. How does he make even words like that sound sexy as hell?
He’s got a real talent.
“Do you, uh, want to stay the night?” he asks. I can tell he feels awkward asking, but the truth is that I hadn’t considerednotstaying the night. I’m a grown-ass adult, and I don’t need to explain myself to anybody—my parents included, not that they’ll even notice if I don’t come home tonight.
“Is it okay if I say yes?”
“I’d like it if you said yes,” he admits.
“Then yes. I’d love to.”
“Do you want something to sleep in?” he asks.
I can’t exactly sleep in the emerald gown I wore to the gala. “What do you wear to bed?”
“Nothing, usually,” he admits.
I snag my bottom lip between my teeth. He’s going to be naked next to me for the entire night?
I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off him. Yeah, I’m tired, but my pussy is perking up at the thought of a naked Madden in bed beside me.
I drop the towel to the floor. “Then let’s wear matching outfits.”
He laughs, though he does bend to pick up my towel and hang it on the towel bar. He hangs his own, too, and then he smacks my ass as I scamper into the bedroom and dive under the covers.
He takes my wineglass to the sink, sets the water on the nightstand beside me, and slips into bed. He gives me the kind of kiss that I’ll be able to dream about all night, and then he settles in beside me. I turn away from him so I can snuggle my back into his front, and I feel his cock as it’s semi-hard again. Already.
He pushes it near my ass, and I shift back toward him.
He moans. “I know you’re exhausted. You better not start that now.”
I laugh, and I push back again. “I’ll stop. Goodnight.”
His lips find my neck. “’Night.”
I fall asleep for a bit, and I wake to the feel of his fingertips brushing along my nipples. It’s dark in here, and I have no idea what time it is, but even a few hours of sleep have me feeling refreshed and ready. I moan at the feel of his fingers, and when he hears my consent, he applies a little more pressure, massaging each of my breasts and tweaking my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
I shift my hips back, and I can feel how hard he is. The man is always horny, and it’s a good match since I’m feeling greedy.
“God, I want to fuck you bare,” he moans.
“Do it,” I murmur. If I weren’t half asleep, I might think twice about telling him that.
He’s awake enough not to. He reaches over me and grabs a condom, rolls it on, and then he settles back into place. His fingertips trail down, and he slips a finger into me as he thrusts his cock against my ass again. I cry out at the feel. I want his cock inside me, and it’s like he knows exactly what I need the second I need it. He pushes my leg out of the way and then pushes his cock into me from behind. He reaches around me and rubs his fingers on my clit as he starts to pump into me.
