At her words, I plunge deep into her in one swift movement. She cries out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, moving her hips to match my rhythm.
“You like that?” I say.
“You feel so fucking good deep inside me, Maddox,” she breathes. I stop for a moment to switch positions, throwing her legs over my shoulders so I can penetrate her more deeply and reach her clit with my fingers.
“OH…MY…GOD!” Madison screams, the combination of my hands rubbing her clit and my dick pounding her G-spot ending her into an insane orgasm. Her body shakes all over as she moans and screams, pushing me over the edge again. I cum with her, spurting all over her stomach. Now she’s completely covered in me.
I swear, I could watch her cum for the rest of my life.
When she stops shaking, I gently remove the blindfold and kiss her lips. We are still for a minute, with my head on her chest, her arms still tied up.
“Is it just me, or does it just get better and better every time?” Madison asks breathlessly.
“It’s just you,” I joke, and she twists one leg to smack me in the butt.
I reach up to kiss her and remove the ties from her wrists. We lie tangled in each other, catching our breath and cuddling.
I’ve never been so happy.
It’s not just the sex, as mind blowing and out of this world as it is. Seriously, if I knew sex could be like this, I probably would’ve just remained celibate until Madison and I got together. It’s that good. Any other physical relationship I’ve had pales in comparison.
The emotional connection is insane too. I’m not sure what it is, maybe because we’ve known each other for so long, or because we’ve both dreamed about being together since we were younger. It’s even more than that, though. We understand each other. It’s like I can tell what she’s thinking, what she needs, before she even says it.
And she’s a truly incredible person. She’s smart, brave, funny. She’s hardworking, the most driven person I know, but she manages to be ambitious without making anyone else feel like shit for not being as ambitious as she is. We’ve gone through a lot of similar tough stuff growing up. We have matching wounds on our hearts from our parents and a rough childhood.
There’s not one thing I would change about her, physically or otherwise. I know I shouldn’t keep comparing her to Jasmine, but it’s the only real relationship I have to use as a measuring stick. Jasmine was hot, of course, but she wore her looks like a badge of honor. Like everything in her life, she had to be the best, so she put so much time and effort into her looks. She always wore tons of makeup and tight clothes and was all points and sharp edges.
Madison is the perfect girl-next-door beauty. She is natural and feminine, and while she always looks well put-together and takes care of herself, you can tell she doesn’t spend hours every day thinking about her looks. She’s gorgeous but doesn’t act like she’s thinking about how hot she is all the time, which, in my opinion, makes her a thousand times hotter.
As I listen to her breathing, I’m overwhelmed with the feelings that have been building inside me. And not just since Madison and I started hooking up, but since long before that. I’m almost afraid of how strong my feelings are for her. It’s like standing on the edge of the plane, looking down at the sky, and wanting to jump but not being sure your parachute will work.
I prop myself up on my arms, leaning my head down to kiss her tenderly. I look deep into her eyes and decide to throw myself out of the plane.
“Madison, I…I think I’m in love with you.” I’m so nervous, I’m trembling.
“Wh-what did you say?” Madison asks breathlessly.
“I love you, Madison Taylor.”
For a moment the world stops while I wait for her response. What if she doesn’t feel the same and I scare her away? What if this isn’t anything serious for her? I can’t imagine losing her now. The thought feels like a punch to my gut and takes my breath away.
She smiles up at me, opening my parachute as she replies, “I love you too, Maddox West.”
My heart explodes and we have sex again, although this time it’s more like making love, slow, sensual, and sweet.
When we finish, Madison sighs and asks, “So what does this mean? I’m scared for things to change. I like the way we are now. I love the way we are now.”
“Nothing has to change,” I assure her. “But I would love it if you would be my girlfriend. Are you okay with that?”
“I think so,” she says. “I mean, I love you, Maddox. God, it feels good to finally say that! But I still need to focus on school and everything. I can’t promise to always put you first, but I’ll do my best.”
“Whoa, whoa!” I tease. “We’re not getting married. I just want to make the relationship official! You know, I totally understand about school and your career, and I promise not to get in the way of that.”
“Good,” she says, kissing the tip of my nose. “But I guess there is one thing that will have to change…”
“What is it?”
“We have to tell Clara,” she sighs. “You know, I’ve been lying to her this whole time. She thinks I’ve been staying with my mom.”
“You’re right. Let’s tell her together. It’ll be easier that way. How about I bring over dinner tomorrow and we tell her then?”
“Perfect.”
17
Madison
Maddox drops me off at the corner of my street, as has become our routine. I make my way dreamily back to the apartment to get ready for work, high off the sex and the conversation Maddox and I just had.
He’s my boyfriend! I have a real boyfriend! And not just any boyfriend—Maddox West, the guy of my dreams, whom I’ve been dreaming of since I was a kid!
It’s going to be weird and hard to tell Clara, but I’m so over the moon that nothing can overshadow this feeling.
Well, almost nothing.
As I walk in the front door, I can feel the tension right away.
Clara is sitting on the living room couch, her face a storm cloud.
“Where were you?” she asks coldly.
Uh-oh.
“I, um…”
“Don’t lie to me, Madison. Again.”
She stands up to face me. I’ve seen her this mad before, but never at me, and it’s terrifying.
“I went to your mom’s last night. I brought over a movie and some snacks, thinking we could have a girls’ night. I felt bad for you and wanted to help,” she says in a low, angry voice that’s scarier than if she just shouted at me. “So, imagine my surprise when I show up and your mom is totally fine. In fact, she’s doing great. I met her fiancé, Richie. You didn’t even tell me your mom was dating anybody,” she continues, sounding hurt.
I feel so guilty for causing her pain that it makes my stomach physically ache.
“I barely knew about it myself! She just told me—”
“I know!” Clara says sharply, cutting me off. “When I realized you weren’t there and asked where you were, your mom said she hadn’t seen you since she told you about the engagement. She said you brought Maddox over to meet her. Maddox, my FUCKING brother!” Her voice has gotten louder and louder as she spoke until she’s screaming at me. “How could you do this to me?! Does our friendship mean nothing to you?! You’ve been lying to me about everything! You don’t tell me anything anymore, you don’t have time for me, but you sure have time to secretly fuck my brother behind my back!”