“We’ll see about that. So far, all I’m seeing is a bunch of talking and not a lot of action.” That smart mouth of hers. If it weren’t for both of us getting some mutual satisfaction, I’d give her mouth something else to do. My hands slide to the back of her thighs, pushing them up until her knees are at her ears, completely open for my cock, and the second I lay it along the lips of her pussy, sliding it back and forth to tease her some more, Hendrix gets vocal. “Madden, fuck me already!”
“Woman, give me a fucking minute.” I smirk while saying it. I can feel the tremble of her pussy even through the condom.
“As if you haven’t taken more than a minute. Jesus, you’re the complete opposite of a one-minute man. Now, will you please, for the love of God, fuck me?” The last word that tumbles from her lips is on a long moan because I slam inside her in one powerful thrust. I don’t allow her any time to get adjusted to my length. Instead, I’m pulling out, slamming back in, and fucking her as hard and as fast as I can. I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head, cunt tight like a vice grip. I want this to last forever, but with the way her pussy is trying to cuckold my cock, I know that’s out of the question. Not like I won’t be taking her again just as soon as I’ve recovered. The condom does nothing to dull the sensation. That doesn’t mean I don’t wish it were out of the damn way, wanting to feel her wetness coating my length.
“Madden, don’t stop.” Her hands move from her tits. The view it leaves me as her body jolts, tits shaking, has my mouth watering, wishing there were a way to keep up with this pace while my lips wrap around one distended tip then the other.
“You couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Her hands grip the top of mine, nails digging into my skin. Swear to God, this woman’s life mission is to mark me in some way, shape, or form. Her body does a full-body shiver about the same time I feel her swollen pussy clench down on my cock, coming like she never has before with me. This orgasm is longer, more drawn out than her hit-and-quit orgasms she’s had in the past.
“Madden.” At her whisper, soft and sweet, I’m unable to hold back from thrusting once, twice, three more times, slamming inside her, holding myself there as the cum jets out of my body.
“Hendrix.” My back locks up, muscles tightening, and this time, it’s me leaving marks on her thighs as she watches me come, using her as leverage to hold myself from falling on top of her and giving her all of my weight. “Fuck,” I say once I got my bearings.
“You could say that. Again?”
“Give me five, maybe ten minutes, and you’re on.” I pulse my cock that’s somehow still fucking hard, knowing this will be the first of many tonight.
TWENTY-TWO
Hendrix
Well,if I’m not the cowardly lion in that one movie that has a yellow brick road, flying monkeys, and a certain witch. I rolled over in bed, my body completely spent, aching in all the right places, and I’d be lying if I said I remained unaffected after Madden took control of not only my body but my soul as well. Seriously, I had no idea just how good the man could bring it. The sting is still there from where his hand met my ass, never in the same area twice, always moving. I still have no idea how he was able to perform such a task while his cock was tunneling in and out of my clenching core.
“Come on, Jolene, let’s go see Aunt Journey.” We snuck out of my house. Yes, snuck. It seems that catching feelings is easier said than done. Secretly, I’m maintaining the fact that it was all the orgasms Madden doled out, especially that last one. We were both on our knees, his front pressed to my back, his hand landing between my spread thighs, slapping my clit right when I was coming, only heightening my orgasm even more. Never in my life before was sex ever as amazing as it was with Madden, which is why I’m here now, car parked in Journey and Nico’s driveway. I sent off a text that I needed to leave my house with a quickness, that I’d explain later, and that I couldn’t go to the condo turned office. I didn’t put it past Madden to scope out where I was working since the creeper of a man figured out my home address, too.
“I hear you. I know you’re excited. Nico will surely spoil you with something that will be the end of my demise on the car ride home.” Nico loves to give Jolene anything outside of her diet, causing her to have the foulest gas, going as far to have me wanting to hang my head out the window like my dog does.
“It’s too early for this, you know?” Nico greets me as Jolene and I walk our way towards the open garage door. As if he didn’t know that I texted his wife, and it’s not like the guards at the gate weren’t notified either. Nico is into what Nico needs to be in. We don’t talk about it publicly, but in the back of our minds, we know the truth. He runs the streets of Vegas, can be ruthless when needed, sweet down to his core when it comes to Journey, and is willing to help out in any way possible within our friend group.
“I’m sorry?” I phrase it more as a question than a statement with what I’m sure is a lopsided smile. It’s early, earlier than Journey likes to be up and alert. “I can go to my parents’ instead,” I offer, something I probably should have thought about as well, but well, you know, they’re easy to find, too.
“It’s fine. Your funeral, though. You know Journey this early in the morning. I’ll be in the office. Let me know when she’s had a cup of coffee.” It’s then I realize he’s dressed down for the day. He’s usually in a suit when he’s working, even from home.
“I’m awake. Don’t be rude. Hendrix never asks for a favor. The least you could do is be nice, Nico.” Journey walks out, tying her long robe around her waist. “Come on, we don’t need people talking about why we’re having a conversation in the garage when there’s a huge house to make use of.”
“Vita Mia.” Nico turns towards Journey, hand wrapping around her waist, and that’s when my head dips down. I don’t want to intrude on their moment. My hand goes to Jolene’s fur, rubbing her down. A slew of emotions bombards me—wanting, longing, to have what our friends have. Yet here I am, running away from any and every emotion.
“I’ll make us breakfast. Come on, Hendrix, you don’t have to hang out in the garage all day,” Journey says, giving me the all-clear, pulling me out of those deep thoughts that no one should be in when they are the one at fault.
“Okay. Come, big girl.” Not that I had to tell Jolene anything. There was no need to leash her after the guards opened and closed the gates behind me.
“I take it things went a little different than you thought they would, judging from your text,” Journey says once Nico is out of earshot. My text said, “I screwed up, again. 9-1-1 I’m coming over, and the name that we shall not ever speak is still in my bed!”
“That’s not even the half of it. I ran so fast you’d have thought there was a donut dangling in front of me.” Journey chuckles at my joke. It’s not lost on me that I’m the issue in this equation. Usually, it’d be the man who would hit it and quit it, want no strings attached, running far and wide. God, I’m a complete and total mess. I walk behind Journey. My dog and Nico are nowhere in sight, which means I’ll have hell to pay at some point when I decide to go back home.
“It must have been a good night, though, if you’re here by eight o’clock in the morning wearing sweatpants. Your hair looks like mine does when Nico is done with me.” I wave her off, heading straight to the coffee pot. No little pods are in their house. With the way Nico works, he’s either slugging back caffeine or having his alcoholic drink of choice.
“The best and the worst all at once. Now I don’t know what to do. Sex complicates things entirely too much,” I admit, and yes, that was hard for me to say out loud.
“Well, you can’t hide here forever. I mean, as much as I don’t mind you moving in, Nico may say otherwise, plus you have a perfectly cute duplex you’re paying on.” I watch as she gets the griddle out, a mixing bowl, and a box of pre-made pancake mix while I doctor up my coffee.
“I would never ask to stay longer than necessary, promise. I’ll actually probably head out in a few hours, go on a hike to clear my head, and figure out where to go from there.” Journey’s head swivels like it’s on a hook, eyes meeting mine, eyebrows arching. I know what she’s doing. My best friend is calling me on my shit without saying so much as a word.
TWENTY-THREE
Madden
I jar awake;Cooper is licking at my hand. My eyes pan around the room, taking in the very sense of Hendrix she’s created, bright and vibrant colors in the form of bedding, curtains, and the furniture.