Because He Plays Me (Because He Owns Me, Book Seven) (13 page)

“Please, Madden,” I gasped, feeling like I might sob from the unquenched desire.

Again he ran his finger through my wetness and flicked my clit. Stars danced behind my eyelids. He was making me crazy. I begged,
pleaded
with him to touch me again, but he stood upright and simply looked down at me spread open below him.

I reached for him and he took my hand, then brought it to his mouth and one by one, took my fingers inside. I felt the roughness of his tongue before he nipped the plump flesh at the end of each finger. The whole time he kept his gaze locked with mine.

It was the most intimate thing I had ever experienced and I felt as if I were wide open and raw. Exposed. He gently set my hand on the bed and reached for the buttons on his shirt. One by one they opened until he tugged the ends free from his pants and tossed it aside. His belt came next, then his pants. I heard them hit the floor with a soft thump.

Then he bent down, touching me again, but this time it started at my ankle. By the time he kissed his way to my hip, I couldn’t breathe. Then he did the same thing with my other leg. I moved restlessly on the bed but he didn’t speed up his attention. He took his time and got to know every inch of my body, just like he’d promised.

When his lips finally took mine once more, I arched up and gave him everything I had.

It felt like it had been years—decades—since I’d felt his lips on my lips.

My body shook with need and I knew he could feel it. He brushed his palms over my nipples, whispered words I didn’t even hear through the haze of desire.

He was playing me like a master and I could do nothing but let him.

I thought I couldn’t take anymore, thought that I was at my limit but Madden continued pushing my limits. He flipped me onto my stomach and then followed a path back down my body, nipping and kissing and licking along my spine. Sensation flooded through me and a constant moan filled the room.

I was dripping now.

I lifted my hips and he nibbled his way down over one cheek, then back up the other. I was so wet and desperate for him to touch me where I needed it most, but he avoided the spot between my legs, and instead, ran his lips everywhere else.

After he reached my ankles again, he gently flipped me onto my back and leaned over me. His eyes here black and filled with a hunger I’d never seen in them before. He stroked over my body with his gaze.

“I need you,” I whispered. I held my arms out to him and tears of want burned my eyes. “Please.”

He tore open a condom and rolled it over his cock, stroking the length as he watched me, but still not touching me. I was willing to do anything, say anything if he would just give me what I needed.

“Madden.”

His eyes grew stormier and he sucked air into his lungs. With his free hand, he reached down and slid his fingers through my slick folds. My hips jerked and I cried out. The bed dipped and he knelt between my legs, still running his fingers up and down slowly. Every time he brushed my clit, I cried out louder.

Sweet tension built and I strained toward him. I rocked my hips, did anything I could to make it happen faster. His eyes never left my face while he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

I spread my knees as wide as they could go and my body shook. My fingers clenched around the sheets. Words fell from my lips, begging, pleading with him not to stop. I was right there, teetering on the edge.

“Please,” I groaned. “Madden, please.”

He growled low in his throat and flicked his finger over my clit. Light exploded behind my eyes and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Madden thrust inside me and lay his body over mine, holding me still when I wanted to thrash around the bed.

His hips jerked and every time he drove in, it sent my climax soaring higher. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. All I could do was feel. It was too much but he still wrung more from me. Just when I thought I had nothing left, he hooked his arms under my knees and spread me wide open, then dug his fingers into the bed next to my shoulder and lifted up.

His face was only inches from mine. No part of his body touched me now except for his cock. I could see it sliding in and out, glistening with my release. His lips pulled back and I saw his teeth were clenched. Low growls echoed in his chest and he picked up his speed.

I could feel myself building again and was helpless to stop it. This time I would surely split apart into a million pieces. Madden pounded into me now, rocking my body and the bed. I needed to touch him, to ground myself before I broke open.

I slid my hands behind his neck and pulled his face the rest of the way down. His lips crashed over mine, his tongue stroking boldly in the same rhythm as his cock.

There was no teasing now. I spiraled upwards again and when my climax hit, I screamed into his mouth. His hips moved at a punishing speed, driving me higher, until his body froze. This time I swallowed his shout as he pulsed inside of me.

It took minutes for the fissures of pleasure to stop. Every time I thought I was done, Madden would shift and tiny aftershocks raced through me. I’d tighten around him and he’d groan and rock his hips slowly, and it would happen again.

Finally, when I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore, Madden slid out and eased my legs back down to the bed.

The bed eased as he moved off of it.

He disappeared for a few minutes, then was back, pulling the covers down and lifting me into place. He slid in beside me and lay on his back, still breathing heavy.

I had no words and neither did he. I didn’t know if it was simply the languid feeling now seeping into my body that made this time different, or if it really was. Madden reached over and took my hand, threaded his fingers with mine. I wanted to ask him if he felt it too, but exhaustion crawled through my body and my eyelids grew heavy.

The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was Madden wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his body. Feather-light kisses reigned over my forehead and I knew that I had never felt so safe and so protected in all my life.

W
hen I stumbled
out of bed long after the sun had come up, Madden sat at the desk beside the picture window in the suite, working on his laptop. Instead of his usual suit, he had on dark grey silk bottoms and a black t-shirt.

From behind I could see his hair was disheveled and my fingers itched to run through it like I’d done last night. I tightened the tie on my robe and moved toward the table, already set with a silver coffeepot and a plate of pastries.

Mornings with Madden were unpredictable, as I’d learned this weekend. I had no idea which version of him would greet me today. Last night had felt different, more intimate, but it might have meant nothing but sex to him.

Everything from the night before seemed like it had been a dream, even the intrusion of Jacob and the fight between him and Madden.

But my throat was still sore and achy, so I knew it had been all too real.

I filled my cup and added some cream and sugar.

Just as I was picking out a pastry, arms came around me from behind. Madden pulled me back against his chest and ran his lips over the exposed skin on my neck. An immediate wash of goose bumps rushed over me and I moaned softly.

“Good morning,” he said between kisses. “Did you sleep well?”

I could hear the smile in his voice. He knew he’d exhausted me last night, since I’d slept so late.

“I think that was the deepest sleep of my life,” I grinned.

His dark chuckle turned my blood to warm honey. Don’t get used to this, a voice in my head warned, but I already knew that I very easily could. “Aren’t you working today?”

“A little. Here, I want you to see something.” He handed me his phone with a site already loaded.

Prince Charming saves his Princess.

There were several dark pictures of Madden cradling me to his chest as we left my motel room. So there had been a paparazzo taking pictures last night when Madden rescued me, just as I’d thought.

Further down the screen, there were more links to where the story had been shared. It seemed as if everyone was talking about it.

“You know what I think,” Madden said, pressing his lips against the side of my neck.

“That this is exactly the kind of story you’d hoped for?” I asked. “A story that the media would jump all over and forget…forget about anything else…” My voice faded as his hands touched my skin.

He pushed my robe off my shoulder then nipped at my bare skin. His silk covered erection pressed against my lower back. “I think we should give them what they want.” His hands followed the path of my hips momentarily and then he slid the robe off my arms. He cupped my breasts and flicked his thumbs over my nipples.

My knees went weak and heat built between my legs.

“What do who want?” I’d forgotten what we were talking about.

One hand slid down my stomach and pulled the tie free and the robe fell to the floor. I pressed my hands flat on the glass top of the table and arched back. He was intoxicating and addictive and I craved his touch, even after overindulging in it last night. Already I couldn't get enough of him.

“This. The fairy tale,” Madden said in a low, seductive voice. “They want to see a real life Cinderella, so let’s show them one. I’d like to take you to breakfast, show you off to everyone. Give them what they want.”

His fingers danced over my back, traced my spine before dipping lower. I widened my legs and he slid his hand between them.

I’d have promised him the moon right this second if he asked.

“
After
I give you what you need,” he murmured. “God, you’re always so ready for me,” he murmured before sliding two fingers deep inside me.

I clenched around his fingers and threw back my head. It should have felt cold, him working me like this with only a hand on my back and one between my legs, but when I tilted my head and met his gaze, all I saw was fire.

I waited for him to move his fingers faster, begged him to with soft moans, but he stopped instead. His fingers slid free and he took a step back. When I turned around, his eyes were almost black.

“Go stand in front of the window and put your hands on the glass,” he commanded. For one second I thought that we had devolved into the night he tied my hands, when he turned cold and methodical. When I met his stare, all doubt fled. His jaw was clenched tight and the muscle there pulsed. He stood rock still watching me, uneven breath lifting his chest. The ridges of his cock were outlined in the straining thin material of his lounge pants.

He vibrated with barely contained control, and that’s when I knew.

He wanted me as much as I wanted him—maybe more, if such a thing was possible. His nostrils flared and his body thrummed like a coiled wire full of electricity.

I walked to the expanse of windows and looked out. We were high enough and far away from any other building so that no one would get a show. No one except Madden.

I reached up as high as I could and laid my palms against the cool glass. Then I took two small steps outward and spread my legs enough so that he could get to the place where I craved his touch. I knew the inside of my thighs were slick, I could feel it.

His growl echoed in the room.

Then he was right behind me and somehow he’d taken off his bottoms in those few steps. He reached up and trailed his fingers over the back of my hand, down my arms and then down my sides. I shivered at the rush of goose bumps.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, pressing his lips against my ear. “Those noises you make in the back of your throat when I do this…” he moved away from my ear, leaned down and ran his tongue along my spine, then nipped the skin right above my butt. “ Or when I do this…” he slid his hand up the inside of my thigh and brushed over the swollen folds between my legs; I moaned long and low and arched my ass higher, “drive me fucking insane.”

I let my head fall back, felt the tips of my hair brush my overly sensitive skin. “God,” I said between breaths. “I can’t take any more waiting.”

Madden surged upright and wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me securely against his body. He drove his fingers into me and I jerked, then moaned loudly. He was relentless, pounding them in and out, while I was helpless to do anything but feel the tension building like an inferno.

My head dropped back onto his shoulder and he pressed his cheek against mine. “Fall apart, Skylar. I’ve got you.” I don’t know if it was his words or what he was doing to my body, but it was all I needed. I crashed over the edge, clenching at his fingers while I burst apart inside.

“Madden.” His name ripped from my chest, rasping against the soreness in my throat. I gasped for air, sucking in quick breaths between the fissures of pleasure that would not stop. When they started to recede, I turned in his arms and dropped my hand between. He felt like velvet covered steel when I wrapped my fingers around him.

He gripped my shoulders and rocked his hips into my grip. He had taken care of me so well last night that I wanted to do something for him. Something that he had yet to ask for but that I could give him. I looked up and caught his gaze then sank down to my knees.

His eyes widened a fraction and a groan rumbled in his chest when I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. I slid my tongue over the hard ridges of his cock, moving him slowly in and out while getting used to the sheer size of him.

I felt his hands move to the back of my head and slide into my hair. He tightened his fingers gently and I stopped moving and allowed him to slide himself in and out of my mouth. Madden growled. I swirled my tongue in circles, flattening it just under the head of his cock. His legs shook and I ran my hands up the back of his thighs, until I could dig my nails into his ass.

“Fuck. Skylar. So good.” He increased his thrusts but let my hair go so that I could move freely. I looked up and saw that he had braced his hands on the window and his head hung down between his arms. His breathing was fast, labored and the muscles in his stomach jumped and tightened every time he moved his hips.

He grew harder and I could feel every vein and ridge throbbing along the length of him.

I concentrated on stroking that one spot each time he slid out. His legs shook and his breath came out in erratic bursts. When his body tensed, I dug my nails into his ass.

“Skylar,” he warned hoarsely.

I knew what he was saying and my answer was to take him in as deep as I possibly could and hold him there as he swelled and then pulsed in my mouth. His long, low groan echoed in the room and after a few seconds, he gave several more short thrusts. I wrapped my lips around him and drew out as much as I could before he dropped one arm and I felt his fingers stroking through my hair.

“That was…” he panted. “You didn’t have to do that.”

I slid his cock from my mouth and pressed a kiss to his hip. I looked up and met his gaze. The harsh lines around his face were softer now and the look in his eyes wasn’t anything I’d seen before. It sent a different kind of want through me.

“I wanted to do that. For you,” I told him, meaning it.

His eyes closed and he rested his head on his forearm.

“What am I going to do about you?” he said so low that I almost didn’t hear him.

But I did, and it made me wonder the same thing. What was he going to do next?