“Sunset and Palm,” Madden said, an address I didn’t know. Vegas wasn’t a place I was used to, let alone knew of. But somehow Royce did.
When we took off, for the first time ever, Madden lifted the back divider window, separating us from Royce.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed whisper.
“Foreplay,” he teased, pushing me against the back of the car. “Put your hands at your sides.” With his instructions, I relaxed, laying my arms flat, without any type of tenseness.
He kissed my bare knees as a reward. “Such a good demon.” I preened at the compliment, missing the way he used to give me praise whenever I made him happy.
He tapped my thighs and I knew the drill, he wanted me to spread wide. When he lifted my skirt, he’d either be insanely happy or incredibly jealous at the lack of underwear.
Tsking, he lifted my skirt, the tight material giving as he pulled. The sound of it ripping had me gasping. “Madden,” I growled.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he amended, but I wanted to smack him anyway. Clothes might be easy for us but the world didn’t have our finances.
He kissed up my thighs, finally seeing the lack of material over my pussy. “Andy, Andy, Andy,” he taunted, leaning in. A loud inhale had goosebumps overtaking me. It felt primal and nasty, it contradicted inside me and made me squirm.
“Are you wet for me?”
I whimpered as a response, not knowing what else to say. How did I tell him I hadn’t stopped leaking from the moment he stepped out of the curtains? His voice made me wet, the way Cars styled his makeup made me weak. The way he sang just for me made me near combustion.
He licked up the crease of me and hummed. “Yes, so wet. Are you going to be my little whore tonight?” I nodded, unable to stop the jerky way I moved my head. The squirming came naturally. I wanted to touch him and even after all these weeks, I didn’t know how to stop.
Reaching into his pocket, he brought out a guitar pick with the Anthem Riot logo on it. It was black and white, plain yet perfectly matching their style. Lowering it, he flicked my clit and groaned.
“I’m going to use this every fucking show, little demon, and after, I’ll do this all over again, have your cum lead the show.” I moaned as he continued his ministrations, the desperate flick taking me higher and higher as my orgasm climbed.
“Bet the guys will be jealous, knowing your cunt juice is our lucky charm.” He brought it up, examining the wetness coating it. “My little whore, you’re absolutely soaked.”
I cried out as he flicked me once more with the pick and then took over with his mouth, making me scream.
He lapped at me, keeping my thighs wide, bare to him. His groans of pleasure made me feel limbless. He grunted as if he hadn’t had a meal better than my pussy and he never would.
“You’re divine, Andy. So fucking good.”
His mouth trailed my thigh, biting as he went. The pressure hurt in the best and most erotic way. When he made it back to my clit, he entered me with two fingers, pressing inside like he needed nothing more than to be a part of me.
“Going to come for me, little demon? In the back of the car with your legs spread wide?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He chuckled, the warmth from the sound peaceful. “Good girl. Come for me.” Pressing into my g-spot, he sucked on my clit, flicking it several times before my loud moan filled the car. He continued his growling against me as I leaked into his mouth.
A knock on the divider killed my high quickly. “We’re here,” Royce announced, making me feel so fucking awkward. My face flushed, shame coating my entire body.
Madden sat up, licking his fingers one by one before adjusting himself. “Inside we go,” he instructed. He stood, taking off his shirt, handing it to me to cover myself where he ripped my skirt.
After noticing my struggle, he gripped me, carrying me, bridal style. “You don’t have to carry me,” I laughed, loving that he offered me way more protection than his shirt did.
He chuckled lightly, the sound welcome to my ears. “Yeah, can’t have anyone seeing how nice your ass is,” he grumbled, the teasing lilt to his voice happier than he’d even been.
I tried craning my head to see where he took me and noticed a humongous villa-type home. There were tiles on the roof, rich browns and reds matching the entire atmosphere. I loved it.
“What’s this?”
“Our new escape,” he answered simply, as if that explained everything I needed to know. It didn’t. What the hell did escape mean? As if noticing my lack of acceptance, he nipped my jaw. “It’s a place I bought for us to go when we want to get away.”
“Us?” I sputtered, thinking of how he said that word with the utmost confidence.
“Yeah, little demon. You’re mine and it’s about time I showed you.” Still, hesitation filled me. I didn’t reach for him, touch him, or do anything but stay docile. I didn’t want to ruin this moment.
Without another word, Royce opened the door for us, and Madden carried me inside. Once he closed the door after saluting Royce, he put me down.
The inside reminded me of the winter I spent in Arizona, when my parents wanted to experience the dry season and we stayed at that mansion in Flagstaff.
This place was stunning in a way that reminded me of home. Everything was furnished. Both in a rustic but warm-toned way.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, awe lacing my tone.
“Enough perusing. I have at least five bedrooms to fuck you in until I can call this my place,” he announced, rushing to lift me once more. I giggled at that, the carefree way he carried me up the stairs and into the first bedroom he passed.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Feel Something – Illenium, Excision, I Prevail
Madden
“Touch me,” she taunted. There was a glint in her eye, reminding me how devious my aunt could be. When I caught her fucking guys, wanting it to be me, it felt much the same as this now. A game of tag, but whoever won got to be railed, and I’d always win.
“Touch me first,” I croaked, feeling my balls ache in sync with my heart. I was too scared to make the first move and as if she noticed that, she let out a deep breath. With a swallow, she came to me.
“Is this okay?” she asked, putting her hand over my heart. It pounded so harshly against her, like it wanted to escape one cage to be wrapped in another. She held so much power over me, with only her touch. I never understood why touch affected me so much until this moment.
“Yes,” I gritted, loving the warmth her palm offered but not the unease I felt with the realization that no one had touched me there in so long.
Her fingers trailed to my throat and I tipped my head, allowing her access. A gasp filled my ears as she traced over the flowers on my throat. They were my newest piece. I’d convinced Grizz to allow Noah to do them. Usually, he’d tell me to fuck off but since Cars made me scream and break down, he took it easy on me. They were red columbine flowers with daisies wrapped in them, depicting my anxiety and lack of innocence.
For this particular piece, I needed a delicate touch and Noah drew flowers as if she’d only ever known how to draw them and nothing else.