Page 42 of The Question of Us
I knew he wasn’t only talking about his dick in my arse. When my mother left me withhim, the idea of beingcared forleft with her, and I’d quickly learned that wishing it back or allowing someone to have that power over me again was way too dangerous.
People left. Relationships blew up. Love didn’t always last like the stories would have you believe.
Even with Davis, I’d fought not being in charge. Taking the caretaker role more often than not. Davis had been there for me with his wisdom and support and love, but I’d rarely allowed him into that lonely room in my head, the one left behind after my mother drove away.
I’m sorry. I spoke the words silently to his memory.I should’ve trusted you more. But I’m still learning, and I have you to thank for that.
Let me in.Mads’ plea circled my brain, feeling like crossroads in my life. I could’ve scrambled for that control again. I could’ve played it off as a joke. I could’ve done any number of things to keep from dropping those last remaining walls.
In the end, all I could do was nod as the last vestiges of control I’d clung to started to finally melt away. I drew a deep shuddering breath, relaxed into the mattress, hoisted my thighs as high as I could, and gave Mads a soft smile. “I’m all yours in every way that matters. Any way you want me. Come inside.”
His answering grin was something to behold, and the soft kiss that followed onto my tattooed owl told me he understood.
“Anyway, huh?” His smile turned wicked.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course,that’sthe part you focus on. Well, I have just one thing to say to that.” I pulled him down and sharply nipped his lip between my teeth before letting him go. “Don’t play nice.”
His green eyes blew black as ink and his hips jerked, the head of his cock beginning to spread me open. “Noted.” He dropped his lips once again to mine and drew a loud groan from my mouth into his. On the out breath, he whispered, “Nothing in my life has ever felt as important as this moment.”
And then he entered my slick hole in a single slow-burning slide that threatened to split me wide open. He didn’t stop until he was just shy of being fully seated and my brain had left my body with the aching pleasure of being stuffed full of him.
It had been a long time since I’d been pushed to that ledge—too much, not enough, ready to explode and desperate for more. He kissed up my throat and into my hair, whispering all the while, “So good. Such a good boy. So, fucking sexy. Breathe through it, baby. Just a little more.” He pushed that final centimetre or so and I groaned with the all-consuming pressure.
He cupped his hands around my head as I breathed through the burn, his eyes never leaving mine. “This is you and me, baby,and you feel fucking amazing. But fair warning, I’m not gonna last.”
“Thank Christ,” I rasped, feeling my muscles start to relax. “That’ll give you plenty of time to sew me up again before we sleep. You’re a lot bigger than you look.”
Mads snorted and pressed a wave of kisses over my face. “I’m sure you’ll cope.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled. “Come on. Show me what you’ve got. I’m not sure I like toppy, bossy Mads.”
Mads kissed me again. “Yes, you do. You like him very—” He pulled almost free of my arse. “—very—” He slid back in with a punch, and a filthy groan escaped my lips as my balls lit on fire. “—much.” He ground his cock deep inside, sending stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Oh, my god.” I arched up and flattened my head against the headboard.
Mads set a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out of my arse while keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. He sneaked a kiss now and then, grunting with the effort of his endeavours, his forehead slick with perspiration, his breath faltering.
“Stroke yourself,” he gasped, breaking his rhythm as he lifted up to give me enough room to work. “I’m almost there.”
I dropped hold of my thighs and snaked one hand between us to awkwardly pump my cock. My other hand cupped Mads’ arse to pull him deeper, as deep as he’d go.
“Oh f-f-fuck,” he stuttered, his face clenching with the effort of holding his orgasm at bay. “Any time now would be good.” He changed the angle, gave two more thrusts, and it was all I needed.
Heat bloomed at the base of my spine, and a wave of pleasure rippled through my cock and balls and deep into my belly. God, I loved that feeling. So different from topping. So... visceral.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I freed my hands and clasped them around Mads’ back, clenching around his cock until he groaned and buried his face in my neck.
His body tensed, his dick pulsed in my arse, and a rush of warmth tore the breath from my lungs as Mads grunted and came deep inside me, groaning at his release while continuing to thrust slowly, slowly, until he was done. Then, spent and liquid in my arms, he collapsed on my chest and let me hold him, our bodies slick, our breathing ragged.
We lay like that for a long time. Until our heart rates slowed as if in tandem and Mads’ cock softened and fell free. Perspiration cooled on my skin, but my heart burned. I wondered if Mads felt the same. I wondered if he didn’t. Neither of us said a word. We simply held on to each other, quiet and close, the words unimportant, the unspoken feelings—everything.
At length, I turned and pressed my lips to his ear. “That was epic. Everything I hoped, everything Iknewit would be.”
I got a grunt in reply that could’ve meant anything. I smiled and kissed his head. “If you fall asleep, we might be stuck together forever. I can see the headlines now. They’d have to bury us in a joint casket.”
Mads snorted and punched me in the arm. “Idiot.” He pushed himself up onto his knees and took hold of my left hand. He turned it to the underside and pressed a kiss to theWill you?tattoo.He held it against his heart and studied me closely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
A deceptively simple question that was anything but.
