Page 4 of Commitment (Change 2)

She snaps her head up and I can see that she has heat in her eyes. I couldn’t help myself; it just slipped out. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Her leg is bouncing harder now, but she has her sexy little mouth in a thin line with her eyebrows drawn in. I place my hand on her thigh to relax her leg.

Once my hand touches her silky soft skin it’s like my fucking drug. I need more. I move my hand further up her leg, letting my fingers drag lazily behind. I hear her suck in a sharp breath. I look at her and desire is clear on her face. She is biting her lip again and I just want to suck it into my mouth to sooth it. I give her my cocky crooked smile.

“It means that I thought I asked you nicely before we left to l

et me be the one to make you come tonight. You didn’t listen to me though did you? You let someone else touch this perfect, sweet pussy didn’t you?” She looks at me with something that looks like regret in her eyes. I continue my path up her leg until I reach her panties. We are staring at each other like there is no one else here, like we aren’t at a table in the middle of a crowded bar. It’s like we are in our own bubble. I rub her pussy through her panties and she closes her eyes. Her mouth opens slightly and I hear her moan. I’m about to fucking come just looking at her. I lean close so only she can hear me. “Babe, is your pussy dripping wet from me or him?” I continue to rub her pussy, which is so fucking wet. My fingers are coated in her juices through her panties. She lets out another soft moan. She opens her eyes and looks right into mine.

“My pussy is dripping wet from you, Young. No one else, you.” I give her a smile and wink. I fucking love hearing shit like that out of her mouth.

I pull her panties to the side and slam two fingers in her pussy. She may have fucked that guy, but it’s me she will remember tonight. “Oh, fuck yes, Young.” She has her eyes closed, tongue licking her bottom lip, and her nipples are so fucking hard they are perfectly visible through her shirt. I lean in close and lick the shell of her ear, my fingers pumping in and out franticly.

“Babe, I would have much rather made you scream my name while you were wrapped around my dick. I’ll get you off now, in the middle of this bar, but when we leave here, we are going to fuck. Got it?” I can tell my words are having the effect I intended. I feel her pussy grip my fingers and she lets out another soft moan. I am so fucking hard, I feel like my dick is going to snap. I look over at her and see her face is flushed, she is almost panting. I want to get her off before Dick and Becca get back. I curl my fingers and find her sweet spot. I’m still leaning close to her, so to anyone looking it simply looks like we are having a private conversation.

“Young, I’m going to come.”

I pull back just slightly to look at her perfect face. She has her eyes closed, moaning quietly, and her head is bend back slightly. I reach down with my other hand and rub her clit. That’s all it takes and she explodes on my fingers. “Oh, fuck.” I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her while she rides out her orgasm. I lean in and nip her ear.

“Babe, you are so fucking sexy. We are getting out of here soon. I need you to ride my dick.” She doesn’t reply just whimpers. She opens her eyes and looks right into mine. I love her blue eyes. They are almost like a teal color. Beautiful; just like her.

When I look over at the bar, I see Dick grabbing the drinks. I pull my fingers out of her. “Later, Maddie, got it?” She gives me a nod of her head, but I’ll fucking take it. I’ve noticed that she reacts differently to me if I’m demanding with her. She likes to be told what to do. I have absolutely no problem being the dominant one. Telling a woman what to do is a fucking turn on, especially when she gets off on it.

Once Dick and Becca are back, we all enjoy another drink talking about everything we all did at work this week. I feel like we all went from kids in college to adults over night. I got my business degree because my dad is a mechanic and has his own business. I want to take it over one day, so I wanted to be sure I was capable of doing so. I love working with my hands. Working on cars and trucks was just what I always wanted to do. I used to go to work with my dad when I was a kid and I would watch him in awe. I couldn’t wait to be able to do it. When I was in high school, I worked at the shop, but when I got to college, my parents wanted me to worry about school, so I didn’t work. Now I work there and I am fucking loving every second of it.

“I can’t wait until I’m more than just an assistant.” Maddie says pulling me back to the present.

“It takes time Maddie. Shit, you’ve only been there a couple weeks.” Dick tells her laughing. She rolls her eyes at him and takes a drink; I’m watching her sexy mouth the entire time. I need to get her home and in my bed.

It’s early Saturday morning. I am lying in bed with Young looking out the window at the sun just starting to come up. Every time I spend the night with Young, I feel like I need to run. I never spend the night with the guys I sleep with. Young is the only one I have ever done that with. I feel like staying gives them the impression that I want more. Even with Young, I feel that way. I don’t want to lead him on, but it’s almost uncontrollable when he is talking to me. I fucking hate it. I need the control but when he is demanding it does things to me. It makes me want to obey him. It’s just another reason why I can never be with him in any other form then sex. I look over at the clock and see it is a little after six. It’s time for me to get the hell out of here. I might stay, but I’m out of here before he wakes up. The only exception was the first night we were together but that was because I didn’t know where the hell I was.

Once I’m dressed and have my purse, I walk out his bedroom door, pulling it closed quietly behind me. I blow out a breath once I make it into the living room. I feel like I just escaped being trapped. It’s a relief to be out of there. I get out of the apartment without running into anyone and I am so grateful. I hate when they look at me like I’m a slut. I make my way across the hall and into my apartment. No one is up, which I knew they wouldn’t be. It’s Saturday so everyone will be sleeping in. Me included, I’m going back to sleep in the comfort of my empty bed.

I wake up several hours’ later, feeling refreshed. I stretch before sitting up. I have a bunch of shit to get done today. We used to do the food shopping on Sundays but we now do it on Saturday, this is my week with Kenz. When that’s done, I need to drop off some dry cleaning. I also feel the need to go get a few new suits for work.

I swing my feet over and stand up. I look at myself in the mirror and laugh. What a fucking mess. My hair is all over the place, makeup is running, and this old tee shirt has seen better days. Honestly, who wants to let a man see them like this? Not me that’s for sure. I fix my hair into a ponytail, wipe off my makeup, and throw on a cute pair of PJs. I reapply my makeup, just lightly, before going to the kitchen. I’m sure Campbell is here and no man, taken or not, will see me without makeup.

I make my way to the kitchen to get myself a much needed cup of coffee. I can’t believe everyone is still sleeping. I’m usually the last one up. I make a pot of coffee and sit on the counter while it brews. I look down at my hands and realize I need to get my nails done. There’s another thing I need to do today. Just then, the front door flies open. I scream because it scares the shit out of me. Young walks in with a pissed off look on his face. He stalks into the kitchen and traps me in place with his hands on either side of me.

“Why the fuck do I always wake up to find you gone?” Usually when I piss off a guy, I am safe in my apartment; they don’t know where I live. Not the case with Young because he lives across the hall. I can’t avoid him. I avoid eye contact and continue to look at my nails. He is clearly pissed because I can feel his heavy breathing blowing on my face. “Maddie. Fucking look at me.” I fucking hate that my body disobeys me, I lift my head and stare into his green eyes.

“I want to know why the fuck I always wake up to you gone. Your side of my bed is always empty Maddie. Why the fuck is that?” He looks more hurt then angry now. His mouth is turned down and his eyebrows drawn in. I blow out a breath and clear my throat.

“Young, you know I don’t want a relationship. Sex is one thing; a relationship is something totally different.” I look back down at my lap and ring my hands together. I know my whole life I’ve been taught to give a man what he wants, but with Young, it’s different. If I give him that, then I will lose who I am. I won’t let that happen.

He moves his hands onto my lap and rubs my thighs. My short pj bottoms leave plenty of bare flesh for him to touch. “Babe, look at me.” Once again, I do as he asks, even though I want to avoid it. He gives me that cocky grin. “I’m not asking for a relationship, I’m asking why you won’t let me wake up with you still in my bed. Fuck that, you know I want

to be with you, but I’m respecting the fact that you don’t want it.” He does this shit to me, makes me want to be honest with him. The way he treats me when it’s just the two of us is almost like he worships me. It scares me.

“Young, waking up together is too much like a relationship. I can’t do that, I’m sorry.” He places his hands on either side of my face and smiles that panty-melting smile.

“Maddie, haven’t you learned by now that I will take you any way I can.” He leans in and we begin to kiss. I wrap my hands around his back and run them up into his dark blond hair. I grab on and deepen the kiss.

Once his tongue touches mine, it’s like a shot through my body. I moan in his mouth and he grabs my ass, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and he runs his hands up my back. He carefully lays me back onto the counter, keeping up the demanding kiss. Once I have my back flat, he removes his hands and breaks the kiss. I can’t help the whimper I let out at the loss of his taste. He gives me a crooked smile and his green eyes are shining. He’s leaning over me, with his bare chest touching me. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, Maddie.” I lift my head slightly off the counter to try to look over at the living room. No fucking way do I need anyone to see that. He chuckles and I look up at his handsome face. “No one is here, babe. Do you really think I’d do that?” He laughs a full belly laugh. “Ok, I would totally do that, but honest, no one is here.”

He begins to kiss down my neck to my breasts. I have a thin tank top pj shirt on, with no bra. The lower he moves toward them, the harder my nipples are getting. He runs his hands up my thighs, grabs my shorts, and pulls them off, leaving my panties on. I have my hands fisted in his hair; everything he does to me feels so fucking amazing. He is the best lover I have ever had, he knows exactly what to do, what I like, where to touch me. It makes this whole situation that much harder. I know I should stop leading him on, but he does things to my body no one else can.

Once his mouth reaches my breasts, he bites my nipple through the shirt. “Oh, yes.” I moan and arch my back up off the counter. He moves to my other breast and does the same. Getting the exact same reaction.

“Babe, grab on to the edge of the counter. Don’t let go. If you do, I will tie your hands together. Alright?” He is looking up at me from between my breasts with lust in his eyes. “Before you do, let’s get this shirt off so I can see those perfect tits.” He lifts my shirt off, and my heavy breasts are begging to be touched. He licks his lips while his eyes roam every inch of them. It is just turning me on even more. I can feel how wet my pussy is already and he hasn’t even touched me. I can’t take it anymore; I reach up and begin to massage my breasts. “Babe, that’s my fucking job.” He growls at me.

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