Shot Caller (A Bad Boy's Baby Novel) (2 page)

“Been
checkin’
out
my ass, then?”
he
grins, “Or maybe…”

He
guides my hand up toward his crotch, and I have to clench my own thighs
together as a pang of intense want swells between my legs. Maddox drops my hand
just short of his crotch, inviting me to keep going on my own and find out what
a “big boy”
he
really is. But despite the inviting swell in those shorts of his, I won’t give
him what he wants just yet. Not until I’m one hundred percent sure what it is
he’s initiating. Feigning passivity, I take both of my hands off his body and
take a step away from him.

“It
doesn’t feel like there’s been any serious damage done to your knee,”
I say coolly, relishing
the way Mad’s jaw pulses with unmet want. “But I still don’t know if I can give
you the go-ahead to play.”

“Oh,
come on,”
he
shoots back, jumping off the table and stepping briskly toward me. Is that
frustration rippling through his body due to the prospect of not playing
tomorrow, or the fact that I haven’t thrown myself at him…
yet?

“I’m
not convinced that you’re 100% just now,”
I tell him, struggling to breathe normally
as Maddox towers over me. His muscles ripple with every move he makes, the
perfect rows of his abs standing out in neat formation. Everything about this
body is disciplined, purposeful. There isn’t a spare bit of body fat to be
found. Every inch of him serves a purpose. Though if I’m honest with myself,
there are a few inches I’m particularly interested in.

“Why
don’t you let me prove it to you, then?”
he all but growls, backing me into the
foot of the examination table. “Let me prove just how fit I am.”

“How?”
I breathe, grabbing the
edge of the table with quivering hands.

“I’m
sure I can think of something,”
he
murmurs, planting his hands on the table to either side of my body, effectively
boxing me in.

My
mind and body square off to do battle in this moment of truth. Every fiber of
my being is screaming to let Maddox have his way with me, right here and now.
Consequences be damned. But my mind is right there to remind me that he’s still
a student at the university that’s technically employing me. We’re both
consenting adults, but I’d still be way out of line on a professional level
were I to fuck him. I could get kicked out of my program for a transgression
like this, easily. But then…it isn’t as though there’s any
particular
rule forbidding something like this. It’s more of a…taboo. And what are taboos
for if not breaking? We’ve got the place to ourselves for hours, yet. Nobody
would ever need to know. And now Maddox is very nearly naked and standing mere
inches away from me, so close that I can feel the heat rising off his perfect
body.

And
I
am
only human, after all.

“Well…”
I begin, my voice dipping
low in register, heavy as it is with wild lust. “What I really need is proof
that you’re totally, unquestionably fit.”

“What,”
he murmurs, slowly
starting to close the space between our bodies, “Don’t you think I’m fit,
Poppy?”

“That’s
Ms. Abrams to you,”
I
murmur, arching my back as if magnetized to his glorious body. “I’m a
professional kind of girl, you know.”

With
a grin, Maddox presses his body to mine, letting me feel the raging hardness testing
the endurance of his athletic shorts. A gasp escapes my throat, echoing off the
walls of the examination room. His thick, rock-hard cock is pressed flush
against my body. Mere layers of clothing separate his skin from mine. My eyes
go wide as he shifts his weight, giving me a preview of his throbbing enormity.

“Oh
yeah,”
Maddox
growls, his gray eyes burning with need, “
Very
professional.”

A
shiver of anticipation runs down my spine as Maddox takes hold of my slender
waist and lifts me onto the exam table. Picking me up is effortless for him, as
easy as if I were filled with feathers. But of course, the only thing I’m full
of now is quickened blood, fiery lust, and an aching need that can only be
satisfied by one thing—being filled up by
him
.

“Looks
like your knee is fine while stationary,”
I breathe, grinning back at Maddox as I
toy with the hem of my tank top, “But you know, I’m gonna need to see it in
action before I can say for sure.”

Maddox
stares at me hungrily as I lift the tank over my head, revealing my firm B-cups
as I do. I shake out my long ash brown hair, letting it fall between my sharp
shoulder blades. My nipples are hard and tight, and not from the cold anymore.
A low groan rumbles all through Maddox’s hard body as he takes in the sight of
me laying back on the table in nothing but my thin leggings.

“You
want action?”
he
murmurs, running his hands up my scantly-clothed legs, “I’ll show you action.
Ms.
Abrams
.”

In
one swift movement, he’s pulled himself onto the table, kneeling over me in all
his cut glory. His cock presses against the fabric of his shorts, moments away
from splitting the garment in two. His hands continue their journey up along my
body, grabbing a firm hold of my tits as he lowers his powerful body to mine.
My head falls backward as I feel his enormous member grind against my pussy.
I’ve been wet for him since the moment he backed me up against this table. Wet,
throbbing, and so,
so
ready to feel him drive into me.

I
suck in a breath as Maddox closes his teeth around my hard nipple, biting me
just hard enough for it to feel amazing. I buck my hips against his, raking my
fingers down his back as he sucks and bites at my nipples, taking his sweet
time.

“Does
that hurt?”
he
asks, looking up at me after a particularly searing nip.

“Yeah,”
I gasp, running my
fingers through his short brown hair, “But in the good way.”

I
tighten my fingers in his hair, pulling back slightly. Just so he can feel it.
His eyes blaze as I show him that I like to give as good as I get.

“Full
of surprises, are you?”
he
murmurs.

“You
have no idea,”
I
smile back.

Maddox
raises himself to his knees, reaches for the waistband of my leggings, and
peels them down my trembling legs. I’m spread open before him on the table, our
roles as doctor and patient reversed. The idea of “playing doctor”
has never seemed so
exciting. The second my leggings are off, he runs his fingertips along my
thigh, moving ever closer to my slick pussy.

“Wait,”
I breathe, inching back
along the table.

“What
is it?”
he
asks, eyes affixed to my lithe, naked form.

“I
want to see you too, Walcott,”
I
reply, nodding at his shorts. “Have to make sure I’m giving you a thorough
checkup, don’t I?”

Straightening
his back, Maddox hooks his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and slowly begins
to lower them. My eyes are riveted to the throbbing swell between his legs as
it’s finally revealed to me. His cock all but springs forward once released,
standing straight and tall before my watering mouth. The second he tosses his
shorts away, I bring myself off the table and kneel before him. I need both
hands to fully take hold of his staggering length. Working my fingers all along
his shaft, I bring my lips to the bell-shaped tip of his cock. Maddox buries
his fingers in my long hair, tugging deliciously as I take his head into my
mouth.

I
let my tongue glide along the sensitive underside of his manhood, relishing the
feel of him in my mouth. I’ve never taken anyone this
substantial
into
me before. But I’ve always been the kind of lady who’s up for a good challenge.
Tightening my grip ever so slightly, I slide my hands down his shaft and let
him slide further into me, running my tongue along his length. I can feel him
growing harder by the second as I move my hand to cup his firm balls, letting
him feel my hands and mouth
everywhere
.

Suddenly,
Maddox counters me by bringing his strong hand down between my spread legs. I
glance up at him, sucking hard at the tip of his cock as he lays two fingers
against my wet, aching pussy. A shudder of pleasure rolls from that pink flesh
up through my entire body as Maddox lays me down on the table beneath him. He
catches my wrists, pinning them above my head as his other hand traces long,
slow strokes along my sex. Kissing deeply along my throat, Maddox draws his fingers
up along my slit. My rapturous gasp lets him know the second he hits my
throbbing clit. A low moan rises from my throat as he traces firm circles all
around that aching button. How could he know that that’s exactly how I like to
be touched?

I
let my knees fall far apart as he rolls my clit beneath his expert fingers. The
pleasure that’s been mounting in a slow burn erupts into a blaze as Maddox
touches me there. I shove my hands through my hair, unable to even see the
ceiling above me, so addled am I by this insane, unprecedented pleasure. Just
when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel his other hand moving toward my sex.
I cry out as he slips two shapely fingers into my pussy, pulsing them against
that delicious spot inside of me as he bears down on my clit with light, quick
circles and flicks.

My
hips buck wildly as the hot, tight pressure grows in my core. I can feel myself
teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to soar into the blissful abyss at any
moment. Just as I feel myself about to peak, Maddox does something that
surprises me more than anything else that’s occurred tonight. He brings his
lips to mine and kisses me, hard and deep. Somehow, a simple kiss on the lips
feels impossibly intimate, even in the midst of this frenzied fuck. My mouth opens
to his in eagerness and surprise, his full lips catching mine as his tongue
glides against mine. The coupled sensations of his mouth and hands do me in.
Clutching Maddox’s broad shoulders, I hang on for dear life as a huge, sweeping
orgasm crashes through my body.

For
a moment, the entire world beyond our intertwined bodies disappears. The entire
universe is made up only of this feeling. This feeling that Maddox Walcott
brought raining down on me. I gaze up into his bottomless gray eyes as the
overpowering pleasure rushes over me, leveling me with its warm, electrifying
power. Finally, as the sensation begins to ebb away, the world starts to come
into focus again. Maddox poises himself above me, looking satisfied with
himself as I drift back down to planet earth.

“So?”
he growls, letting his
hard cock brush against the incredible wetness between my legs, “D’you have
your proof yet?”

“No
way,”
I
breathe, a mischievous smile spreading across my flushed face.

“I
was hopin’
you’d
say that,”
he
grins back.

The
breath catches in my throat as I feel myself become suddenly airborne. Mad’s
flipped me effortlessly onto my belly beneath him. He steps down off the table
above me, pulled my hips backward so that I’m on my hands and knees before him.
I glance over my shoulder as he runs his hands along the generous swell of my
ass. I certainly don’t mind a man who appreciates my curvier features.

I
expect to feel the swollen tip of his cock press against my pussy,
doggy-style—which I am more than down for, by the way. But what I feel instead
makes my vision swim. Maddox’s tongue traces along the length of my slit,
licking up my wetness with obvious pleasure. My mouth falls open into an
amazed, awestruck gape as he lavishes my pussy with his tongue, his fingers
digging into my hips all the while. If I thought he was good with his hands,
then he’s a goddamn virtuoso with his mouth. After mere moments of his
attentions, I feel another wild orgasm building in my core.

“Holy
shit,”
I
rasp, as his tongue traces further and further back along my sex. I feel the
tip of his tongue glance against the tight circle of my asshole. No one’s ever
done that to me before. I never expected that I would like it. But as he runs
his tongue around that muscular “o”, I’m ready to come in a heartbeat. It’s
unlike anything I’ve felt before. Satisfying on a whole new level. A level I’d
sure as hell like to revisit.

“You’re
close, aren’t you?”
he
growls, straightening up behind me.

“Right
at the edge,”
I
groan, letting my head fall between my shoulders.

He
picks me up by the waist once more, setting my feet down on the tile floor and
bending me promptly over the exam table. I grab hold of the table’s sides,
bracing myself for the enormity of him as he swiftly fetches a condom from his
jeans pocket and rolls it down his cock in record time.

“You
come prepared, huh?”
I
grin breathlessly.

“Pun
intended, Ms. Abrams?”
he
shoots back without missing a beat. I love a man who can keep up with my
banter—and mid-fuck no less.

With
his hands planted firmly on my waist, Maddox brings the head of his cock to my
more-than-ready slit. Our hands tighten in unison as he winds up ever so
slightly and bucks his hips forward, driving his cock into my eager pussy. I
can’t contain my wild cry of elation as I feel him fill me up, more and more
with every powerful thrust. I push back to meet him at every pass, taking as
much of him as I possibly can.