“Wow,” I mused, not seeing Dox as that person. Except for when he was high. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t roll his eyes but he grimaced.
“I knew how to please a woman, and that was the moment in my head you were mine. I’d show you real pleasure, I would give and not take.”
He sank in another inch, his body tight with anticipation. “You seem to like giving,” I offered. Since we’d fooled around, he’d given me three orgasms. Two by my own hands, but my pleasure was more important than his own.
“I want to take, Andy. Right now, I want to fucking rip you apart so I can stay in your body forever. I want to sink into you with my bare cock and fuck you until I’m the only taste and touch you remember.”
“Do it,” I hissed.
“Ever been fucked bare?”
“No,” I said with a shake of head. “Never allowed Bran—” He didn’t even wait for me to finish, he fucked into me with one powerful thrust and I swore I felt him in my cervix.
“Don’t ever fucking say his name while I’m inside you or near you. He doesn’t exist anymore. You are mine, little demon. Mine,” he emphasized with a sharp thrust.
His voice was vehemently dark, he jutted into me, his hips bucking. The feel of his piercings had me moaning with every movement. “Fuck,” I whimpered, wanting to save this feeling, store it somewhere where only I had access to.
“Your cunt is so snug, Andy. It’s so fucking tight and wet. You’re a goddamn mess.”
I nodded, unable to speak. He pistoned, his balls hitting me as he nestled as deep as he could. I felt him everywhere. He had me in a vise as he lost all composure.
“You’re my first fuck in over five years, Andy. You’re my first orgasm that won’t be by my hand since you blew me.”
The admission had me squeezing him. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t been with anyone else. “But the tabloids?”
“They only saw what I allowed,” he admitted. “Your cunt is the first one I’ve been bare in. Don’t know how long I’ll last.”
The softness of that last sentence had my body shaking with its first orgasm. “Don’t be ashamed. That’s so fucking sexy, baby.”
His hips bucked and I felt him hit higher, he didn’t stop. I wrapped my legs around him and he grabbed my throat as he thrust. “I want you to feel me for days, Andy. I want to come inside you and shove it back in. Breed you and keep you.”
“Fuck, Madden,” I groaned, needing him to do that. With Brandon, I didn’t want kids. With Madden, seeing him as a dad made me weak.
“Mine, Andy. Fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I reassured. He slid his palm down to my clit, rubbing it as he fucked into me without remorse.
“Come on my cock, little demon. Be a good little whore for me.”
His words had me instantly detonating, his fingers hitting me perfectly as I squeezed him. He growled as he worked me over, his cock forming a new pathway inside me.
When I felt the first spurts of his release, I felt myself orgasm again. “Madden!” I cried out, letting myself feel every ounce of his seed.
He set me down, but his hand went immediately for my entrance, his fingers pushed his cum inside me, over and over, and I felt so weak in the knees, I started falling.
“Not so fast,” he murmured, shoving his fingers into me, plugging me up. “I’ll have to keep fucking you so this is never empty.”
I smiled, then chuckled, loving that he touched me and didn’t stop. “Going to fall over,” I admitted, feeling higher and lighter than I had in weeks.
He cleaned me then, scrubbing me everywhere but my pussy, making sure he held the majority of my weight. As we finished, he carried me out. My body hummed with renewed sleepiness.
Before I fully passed out on his bed, I swore words spilled from his lips. “I’ve waited years for this moment, little demon. Don’t leave me too.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Not Just Breathing – The Plot in You
Andy
“You did not...” Les said as soon as I answered her call. Madden eyed me from the other side of the sofa. We arrived in London hours ago. Now we sat in the hotel, waiting for their manager to get here.
He, Carrig, and Memphis were idly chatting while Stony slept. We were an hour from our scheduled dinner with Candy—their manager—and I felt exhausted even after sleeping the other half of the trip after we had sex. My stomach curdled with the knowledge that I hadn’t technically left Brandon.
Not really, at least.
“I’m in London,” I responded, pretending to be calm. My nerves were shot just by her name popping up. Madden made sure the Wi-Fi was connected so I wouldn’t miss any cases.
What he didn’t know was that I’d given my resignation at two in the morning the night before, quitting, so I’d never have to step foot in there again.
“Oh, we’re being secretive, cool.” Her voice appeared proud and giggly at once. She wanted me to leave Brandon ages ago, hell, she basically begged me to when he first started tracking my whereabouts.
“I’ll miss you,” I offered, not lying, but not wanting her to continue on whatever she called for.
“You can’t just leave me hanging. Me, Tays, and Marion showed up to your wedding and you weren’t there. Bitch, the fuck?”
I tried keeping an impassive face and while Madden shut down easily, I couldn’t. There was a part of me that forced the feelings so I’d never bottle myself up and lose the battle.
Death was too tempting to numb myself.
“I’m on tour with Anthem Riot,” I noted, noticing Madden rising and sitting next to me. It was nice—weird, but nice—that he stayed close.
Years ago, he hugged me. Five, when he first saw me at the airport. Not once since then had he. I was shocked he even kissed me back. It was all I wanted from him in that moment, and I won.
“Who’s that?” Madden whispered, pointing to my phone.
“Les,” I responded, not quietly, so she’d know not to say shit. Les had a big mouth. She meant well, wanted the best for me, but her lips were too loose sometimes.
He narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t trust me. My gut clenched again, knowing he must have trust issues. It didn’t take a genius to know celebrities were betrayed more than movies portrayed mafia bosses, but it still sucked seeing him so out of sorts... at me.
Turning my phone to him, I showed the ID, and he relaxed, his shoulders going down. He got back up, walking toward his bandmates.
“That sounded intense. And by intense, I mean, silent.”
“You and the girls should fly out while we’re on tour. Give me something to do since I’ll be bored.”
“How long will you be?” she immediately asked. “I’ve got to know which place to decide on going to. Mai Tais are the best when they’re not in this shitty city.”
I laughed at that, unable to help the lightness she brought. “However long he wants me.”
“Uh-uh,” she growled at me. Well, it was more of a tiny shout. Like in small caps. “You put your foot down. He won’t be another Brandon. You’re too fucking good for that.”