There, in all his shirtless, sweaty glory, was Maddox Wolfe. His jeans were resting low on his hips, his V demanding that I lick it.
Of course Maddox was my new neighbor. I should have known.
Maddox turned and let his hammer fall to his side. “Addison.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What are you doing, Maddox?”
He lifted his hands and rotated his body. “I thought it was obvious. I’m moving in.”
“Ha-ha,” I said mockingly. “You know what I mean. Why are you moving in next door to me?”
“The rent is cheap, and it was available.” He took a step closer to me. “Believe it or not, Addison, not everything is about you.”
I flinched. “I never said it was,” I said as I raised my chin.
I knew I should turn around and leave. Nothing good would come of me being here, but his comment really pissed me off. I’d been told a time or two that I had a temper.
I wiggled my fingers at him and sneered. “You’re welcome to live where you want to, and as long as you keep your dick over here, we should be fine.”
Maddox’s eyes changed, and I recognized that look. It was full of determination and sex. I instinctively took a step back, but it wasn’t toward the door. We must’ve moved around in the midst of our conversation, and my butt hit the island counter. And, while I could have bolted to the right, I was transfixed. I made no other attempt to move.
Fourteen
Maddox
I took a step toward Addison. “Why are you so dressed up? Hot date?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I lifted a shoulder. “Must not have been that hot if you’re home before dark.”
She grunted. “I was at my dad’s. It’s our weekly dinner.”
I put my hands on her hips and lifted her onto the counter. “Good.”
“What are you doing?” she asked, her brown eyes wide.
Pulling her crotch toward mine, I said, “Keeping my dick over here.” I let go of her waist and slid my hands under her skirt, up her thighs, and over her hips. “Bad girl. Do you always go to dinner at your father’s without underwear?”
She squirmed against me. “No. I had to take them off. I was a little sore from last night.”
Male chauvinist pig alert. I fucking loved that she was sore because of me. It meant that she’d had a reminder of me and my cock all day, and it meant that nobody had stretched her pussy like I had. At least, not for some time.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“I’m not.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, don’t do it again.”
I chuckled and pushed her back onto her elbows. I lifted her knee-length skirt and bared her pussy to me.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh. I’m looking.”
She was pink and swollen, and I immediately felt bad.
Poor pussy.
I gently kissed her on her cleft.
I heard her breathing change, and I smiled.
I didn’t want to touch her because my hands were dirty, so I put my thumbs on the very outside of her cunt and pulled on the skin. She opened for me like a flower.
A fucking naughty flower that needed to be licked.
Taking her soreness into consideration, I tenderly touched her with my tongue at first.
Addison’s head fell back between her shoulders.
I started at the bottom and made my way up to her clit where I paid extra-special attention, circling it until I had her hips moving.
“Oh God.” She lifted her head. “I thought you said everything wasn’t about me.”
“This isn’t for you. This is for me.”
I sucked one of her feminine lips between my lips. And then the other.
“Did you always taste this good?”
“I don’t know. Were you always this good at tasting?”
I grinned against her wetness and turned all my attention to making her come with my mouth alone. I might have taken my time though because, like I’d said, I was doing this for me.
After I felt like I’d teased her enough, I flicked her magic little button with my tongue until she exploded all over my face. So, that still did the trick after all these years. Some things hadn’t changed.
I stood up and took my hands from Addison’s body even though I wanted to be inside her now.
When I looked up into her eyes, she had the same look she’d had in the jail the other night.
She reached for my fly, and in one swift move, she had it open, the zipper down, and my cock in her hand.
I hissed at the feel of it in her fist.
She rubbed the head of my shaft between her slit.
I shook my head. “You’re sore.”
She sat up, put her forehead to mine, and nodded. “Go slow. No sudden movements.”
I didn’t thrust inside her, but I didn’t pull away either.
“Please, Maddox.” She kissed my jaw. “Please.”
“Oh God.” I was always such a sucker for her.
I gradually pushed my dick into her body as I put my mouth on her shoulder and sucked.
I heard a slight whimper, and I stilled, but she put her hands on my ass and urged me forward.
This time, I didn’t stop until I was all the way inside her. I kept our bodies connected as I rocked our hips against each other’s.
It was so different from last night, but it was still just as hot. And, when Addison wrapped her arm around my neck and her whimpers turned to cries, I knew she was going to come again, and I was done for.
The moment I felt her clench around me, I let myself go. Her mouth moved down to my neck, and she bit down from the force of her climax. It was going to hurt later, but right now, I didn’t mind in the least.
I loved how our bodies were connected in two places as I poured my seed inside her.
I pulled my mouth away from hers. “Are you okay?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes. You?”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
She laughed.
“Maddox,” a voice came from down the stairs.
Addison gasped.
It was Foster.
I quickly pulled my cock from her body and zipped up my jeans. I grabbed my hammer and went back to the picture I’d been trying to hang.
“Maddox—oh, Addison, you’re here.”
I looked over my shoulder to see her still sitting on the counter where I’d left her, but now, her skirt was pulled down, her ankles were crossed, and she was swinging her legs back and forth in a relaxed pose. As if I hadn’t just given her a fucking orgasm.
I turned back to my wall and shook my head. She was good.
“Foster,” she said in greeting. “I came over to say hi to my new neighbor. Imagine my surprise when I found it was Maddox.”
“Uh…yeah,” my brother said.
I looked behind me again.
Addison jumped off the counter, and I briefly saw her wince. It was only for a second, and I was pretty sure my brother missed it.
“Well, I’d better get home. Let me know if you need help with anything, Maddox.”
“Will do. Thanks for stopping by.”
She walked past my brother, and then she turned and gave me a smile.
And then she was gone.
“What’s up?” I asked Foster.