I keep moving. I keep impaling her. Then I slide my thumb inside and send her straight over the ledge of insanity.
Her pussy clenches me so tight that I can’t move. Her ass squeezes. But still, she comes so hard that it drips onto my couch and, following the depression my knees make in the cushion, soaks into my sweats.
“Bry.” My name on her lips is merely a whimper, a powerless sob as she’s a slave to her body and the orgasm that tears through her system.
On the second wave, I pull out of her vise-like grip, push back in once more, and throw my head back on a roar when my orgasm spills over and fills the condom with explosive power.
Left reeling, weak, and dizzy, I collapse against her back and close my eyes. My cock twitches, and each time she pulses around me, I come just a little more. Beneath me, she struggles for breath, turns her face so she doesn’t smother herself, and blows hair out of her face when it annoys her.
But other than that, she merely… rests. Shocked, speechless, and unable to move, she lays beneath me, and laboriously drags air into her squished lungs.
“That’s…” She gulps. “That was counterproductive to my arguments earlier.”
Laughing, I pull out without warning her, sigh when she cries out at the loss, then I drop against the back of the couch and pull her into my little spoon so I can bury my face in her hair. “Funny you say that, because I feel like that was the perfect argument. I think I proved my point.”
“You’re an ass.”
I only shrug and close my eyes. “You’re mine now. No take-backs.”
Maddi
Traitor
“I’m wearing the same clothes I was wearing yesterday!” I barely restrain myself from scratching and biting as Bry drags me out his door at seven that evening. “Bryan! Stop. I can’t go to your mom’s house for dinner wearing the same clothes from yesterday!”
“Sure you can.” He slingshots me out the front door and onto the porch. And before I can spin back, he throws an arm over my shoulder and pulls me in tight. “No one here saw you yesterday, so they have no clue they’re old clothes. Plus, I washed and dried them for you, so really, why are you whining?”
“Because you’re an asshole.” I fight him all the way down the steps and onto his lawn. “Bryan, I’m begging you. Stop it.”
“Sorry.” He only shakes his head and smirks. “My mom invited us to dinner. It would be rude to decline.”
“She invited you to dinner!”
“Nuh uh.” He swings his head and only laughs when I continue to resist. “You heard her. She wants to talk hair.” He leans in and takes a deep whiff of mine. “You smell like me today, and not you. But tell me what soap you use, and I’ll buy some for my bathroom.”
“You are insane!”
“No, Turdsky. I’m…” He considers. “Confident. And tenacious.” Finally, he stops in the narrow street, and spins so he can cup my cheeks. “Come to dinner, Maddi. It’s not as scary as it seems. I promise.”
“That’s easy for you to say. That’s your family in there.”
He only shrugs. “Invite me to dinner at your house. I’ll bring wine.”
“I can’t invite you for dinner at my house!” I hiss. “You’re not listening to me, Bryan.”
He presses a long kiss to my lips, silences me with my kryptonite. Then he pulls back and studies my eyes. “I’m listening. I just don’t agree. My family already knows who you are, they’ve accepted you. Just because your family are a bunch of jerks doesn’t mean we have to suffer.”
“Says the guy whose family won’t judge him for bringing me home.”
“I can’t help it that your family is judgmental, Maddi. It isn’t my fault. You’re asking me to be responsible for their bitching and bad attitudes.”
“No.” I am. And worse; I’m being a coward. “I’m just asking you to be considerate of the fact this is a sensitive situation. This doesn’t feel like a big deal to you, but it’s huge for me. I grew up hating your family. I didn’t know any different. But here you are, proving that what I know is a lie. And maybe I see it, maybe I see it was all lies, but I can’t just go back to my home and tell them that.”
“Why not?”
He’s genuinely asking.
“Because! Because they choose to feel that way. They’re not going to change their minds simply because I tell them to.”
“What, then?” He bends a little lower and peers into my eyes. “What’s gonna happen if you go home and tell them where you’ve been? Legitimate question. What will happen? You’re too old to be grounded, Madilyn.”
“They’ll disapprove,” I whisper. “They’ll… In your family, if someone annoys someone, what happens?”
“We hit them,” he answers without pause. “We toss them into the yard, then we hit them until they ask us to stop.”
“I– You– You’re not joking?”
He chuckles. “It’s pretty much fact. Though not a blanket rule. Sometimes we fight inside too, but Mom tends to get Hulk-mad if we break shit.”
I shake my head, and I swear, tears nearly spill over. “In my family, when someone gets mad, we get the disappointed look. The disapproving glare. The ‘You know better, Madilyn’, and the ‘If you can’t be trusted to honor your family the way we expect, then you will no longer be part of the family.’”
That makes him snap to attention. His chocolate eyes search mine. “They threaten to disown you? Are you fuckin’ serious?”
“I mean, they don’t use that word. But they make sure I know what’s expected of me. They don’t call us family members, but family representatives. We must never embarrass our family, or else.”
“And a Tosky dating a Kincaid?”
I snort. “Is the worst possible disgrace in their eyes.”
“So, you’re… what? You’re going to deny us? You’re going to pretend today didn’t happen?” He shakes me. “You’d choose family that doesn’t give a shit about love, just appearances, rather than…”
“What?” I snap. “Rather than what?”
“Me! I can share my family with you, Maddi. We have a lot of love to share.”
“Share your… love? Bryan! We met a week ago!”
“So what? You need to give us a chance, Madilyn. You have to give me time to prove myself to you.”
“Prove what?” I cry. “You’re a casual hookup. You’re my proverbial bad boy, my teenage rebellion. You were handy, horny, and right there. This was a thing of convenience, Bry. And I guess after watching you fighting last night, I was riding adrenaline and craziness. I gave into impulse, and—”
He slams his lips over mine and swallows my words. I hate that tears squeeze through my lashes. I hate that my heart skips and swells. And I hate even more that I wish I didn’t have to go home.
“You’re a really bad liar.” He pulls back to rest his brow on mine. “If it was adrenaline, we’d have fucked in the car. If it was craziness, we’d have fucked when you switched pants and I saw your ass.” He grins. “No, Turdsky, we waited, we slept together. Actual sleep, no touchy.” He brings his hands up to cup my neck. “You ate breakfast with me. Introduced yourself to my mom.”