Page 103 of Mad As Hell

“Let’s go,” he murmured, dropping a soft kiss to my lips.

I held him still when he started to move back. “You didn’t…”

Another smirk. “I told you. I’m not leaving your pussy once I get back in there, Mads. And the cleanup crew will be through here soon.”

I glanced at the doors—one to the locker room, the other to the hallway. Both were closed and everything around us was quiet. “How soon?”

A wrinkle creased his forehead. “What?”

“How soon until they come to clean up?” I clarified.

“Maybe an hour? Definitely not enough time for me to do all the things I want to you,” he added.

“But enough for me to do what I want with you,” I countered, moving out of his arms.

“Maddie—”

He stopped speaking when I lowered myself to my knees. I peered up at him through my lashes, reaching out to slowly open the front of his jeans and tug them down along with the black boxer briefs.

His cock sprang free, hard and heavy. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the tip. I smeared my thumb across it before bringing my thumb to my lips and sucking it into my mouth.

Ryan’s throat worked as he stared down at me. The dark look in his eyes sent a new wave of arousal to my center.

Yeah, there was no saving my panties or my jeans at this point. They were as gone for this man as I was.

Still keeping my eyes on him, I moved closer until I could lick the velvet steel of his tip. His cock jerked in response, and he hissed out a breath, his hands clenched at his sides.

Smiling to myself, I turned my attention to the task literally in front of me. Bracing my hands on his thighs, I sucked him into the wet heat of my mouth until he touched the back of my throat. I gagged a little but forced myself to be still.

“Fuck, Maddie.” His voice, raspy and harsh, was all the encouragement I needed to keep going.

I hummed around his length as I lifted my hand to tease the heavy balls between his legs. The grunt of approval from him was accompanied by a hand fisting in my hair.

Typical Ryan. He’d tried to let me take the lead, but it wasn’t in his nature to sit back and let anyone else take control.

He angled my head where he wanted me and thrust into my mouth hard enough to make me gag again only to quickly retreat. He fucked my mouth almost lovingly, not pushing me to the limits we both knew he was capable of. He was almost sweet.

And I was almost over it.

I mean, I loved sweet Ryan. But the guy I had fallen for was, as Linc had so eloquently put, an asshole. He didn’t handle me like some fragile little doll. Not until recently.

I missed that. I missed the way he would take control and dominate me.

As he pulled back out of me, I let my teeth graze the underside of his cock. He jerked and hissed, stopping immediately. I stared up at him, wondering how I looked from his view—on my knees, spit smeared on my chin, and eyes daring him to do something about it.

The smile he gave me would have terrified the devil.

“Okay,” he whispered, his hand stroking the side of my face. “Message received, baby.” That was the only warning I got before he thrust back into my mouth, holding himself against the back of my throat until I choked and tears crowded in my eyes.

He pulled out, hands on either side of my head, only to shove right back in, taking from me what he wanted.

I pressed my legs together to try to remove the ache stirring between them. I was seconds away from slipping my hand into my pants when Ryan lightly kicked my knee.

“Uh uh,” he grunted, his blue eyes glittering. “You’ve already come twice today. You don’t get to again until later when I say so, and only if you’re a good girl.”

What the fuck? That was a shitty rule, but I didn’t really have time to think about it before he was pushing his dick to the back of my throat.

Again and again and again.

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