Page 46 of Protection (Mobsters + Billionaires 2)
Mads strips off the rest of his clothes, and my hands immediately go to his body, needing to feel his skin under my fingertips. He arches, chasing my touch, his body completely under my power and mine under his.
God, he's beautiful. Everything about me is big and hulking compared to his soft refinement. His velvety brown skin is the well-cared-for skin of a rich man able to afford expensive lotions. He barely has hair on his body, save for a thatch of pubic hair in the front and a thin scattering at his waist in the back, right above his tiny, pert ass.
Oh fuck, his ass. Each cheek is smaller than one of my hands, yet when he arches and coils underneath, he curves like a sculpture. The flashes of bright skin on his palms and soles highlight his sinuous body.
Pausing my exploration, I reach into my carry-on, pulling out the travel-size lube. He grins.
“Were you expecting company on this trip?”
I shake my head. “It's hard to be near you, Maddie. So fucking hard. Sometimes I have to help my hand along.”
Maybe he’ll forget I said that in the morning.
“Put another way, you’re hard because you're near—mmph.”
I shut him up with a kiss, letting my weight flatten his serpentine curve into the mattress as I line up my hardness with his.
“Yes,” I hiss. “The number of times I’ve tucked my cock up near my waistband to wrangle it into place when I’m around you…”
Shut up, Edge.
“Tell me,” he gasps, and I rock back a little to let him breathe.
“Every time. Every fucking time I’ve got to wrangle this monster just so I don’t frighten you.”
I emphasize this with a thrust, and his eyelids flutter.
I had some notion of bringing him in here and getting into him right away, fucking him hard and fast, and getting it over with. Getting it out of my system as quickly as possible. But I find myself lingering, taking one wrist in each hand as I rock up and back over his body, getting off on the soft rasp of his skin against mine.
He wraps his legs around the backs of my thighs, pulling me in close, letting me envelop him.
“Can you breathe?” I ask, checking in.
“Better question: do I care?” he responds, shaking his head as his eyes flash with want.
I answer him with a kiss, on top of him, yet drowning in him, his power over me outsized and undeniable, inevitable. I am in control. He's the one responding to me, yet, his responsiveness takes me down with him. I would let him into my body, let him coil himself around my DNA if he could.
We lie like that, writhing against each other, kissing. Common enough events in a sexually active life, though beyond anything in my considerable experience. It's a conversation, a poem, classical music set to the rhythm of our bodies.
Desperate for oxygen, I finally break the kiss, staring down at him, puzzling at his hold on me but not wanting to question it for fear the questions will somehow drive it away.
Whatever it is.
Mads looks drunk, equally addicted, his eyes unfocused. I watch his pupils regulate, and his expression changes as he recognizes me again.
“You are a force of nature,” he says, his hands flitting up and down my torso. “Like an earthquake and a thunderstorm all at once.”
“And you are a trickster god, controlling the weather with the barest crook of your finger.”
He shakes his head, his mesmerizing eyes looking off to the side, their loss like a dagger between the ribs. “I’m just a nerd in an orange puffer jacket,” he says with a dry laugh.
“That is your glamour,” I say, touching his chin, directing his eyes back to mine. “It is how you walk among the mortals without them falling to your feet. And as endearing a glamour as it is, you, naked beneath me, is divine. Never doubt that.”
“Anthony…” Mads whispers breathlessly, and I kiss him again, unable to stay away.
Still kissing him, I blindly reach for the lube, spilling it onto my fingers and spreading it over my thumbs. I kiss his eyelashes as I go to my knees and push his legs apart. I pull back, needing to see his hole, so perfect, the skin around it a bit darker than the surrounding area, going shiny as I circle the bunched skin with my lubed thumbs.
I shove a pillow under his hips, angling him so I can watch, mesmerized as I dip my thumb inside him, letting my gaze wander between watching his body consume me and his pleasure-widened eyes looking to find me. I lean forward, penetrating deeper as I reassure him with a kiss.
