Maddie and Wyn (11 page)

Maddie held onto his biceps just as hard. “Then why won’t you allow even just the tiniest sliver of your brain to consider that I might actually have a ghost?” She tried to shake him too, but his sheer strength and size didn’t allow for much more than the smallest sway. “Why won’t you try to believe me, even just a little bit?”

Going ashen, Wyn shook his head in a jerky staccato, and Maddie swore he aged ten years before her eyes.

Maddie pulled at his arms again. “Tell me.”

“Because,” Wyn’s voice went grittier than sandpaper, “then I might let my guard down, just for one small damned second, and maybe in that second you’ll get hurt by something very real that I could have prevented. And I can’t risk that.” Much too familiar, long-unseen brightness inked his eyes to black, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I wouldn’t be able to handle the failure.”

Her heart cracking clear through her breast, Maddie cupped his stubbly jaw. “Wyn. I’m not—”

“It would kill me, Maddie,” Wyn cut her off, his entire body strung tighter than a bow. “I know it would.”

She parted her lips to assure him nothing would happen to her, but Wyn croaked, “I would die without you, Maddie.” He clenched his fist in the tangle of her hair, pulling her head back with a less than gentle touch. “I would.” He crushed his mouth down on hers, stealing the words of comfort about to leave her lips.

Desperation poured through Wyn’s kiss, wiping away the momentary shock in Maddie. With one touch of his lips, every bit of closeness and affection and attraction she’d buried deep surged to the surface. Wyn’s mouth was hard on hers, and he pulled at her hair and bruised the small of her back, but Maddie only remembered the guy who tried to hide his emotions and vulnerabilities, who always tried to present a tough and strong picture for those in his world, and her heart bled for his constant struggle.

Forcing her jaw open, Wyn bit Maddie and thrust his tongue into her mouth, invading as if his very life depended on marking her everywhere. Everything in her aching for him, Maddie stroked up and down Wyn’s arms and shoulders again and again and again, trying to lessen some of the heat and knotted muscles under his scorching flesh. She countered his aggressive kiss by grazing her mouth repeatedly against his, her brushes against his warm lips doing gentle battle with his rougher taking.

For a long stretch of minutes Wyn’s body vibrated with tension. Maddie finally whispered, “Shh; you’re okay; it’s all right,” against his mouth, putting the words inside him. She ran her hands down the strong lines of corded muscles along the side of his body, and he whimpered her name and backed her against a life-size archer statue, whose pose seemed to cup her body in its hold.

Pausing for just a heartbeat, Wyn pulled back and looked at her, long enough for her to see the glints of fiery black onyx in his eyes. He then swooped back in and kissed her again, this time clinging with sweet tenderness in a way that spiked a line of fear in Maddie’s heart. Before Maddie could worry about the controlled master she’d reawakened, Wyn pressed kisses to her upper lip then her lower one, dipping his tongue out just the slightest bit to touch the center each time, and drew a shiver out of her along with a drugging pull to kiss him back in the same way.

Wyn grinned slowly. She could feel the sign of pleasure and satisfaction against her mouth. At nearly the same time though, his lower body jerked and his shaft rose to full rigidity between their bellies. With only her thin nightshirt and his threadbare cutoff sweats as barriers, his shape stamped itself into her flesh and they might as well have been naked. He pulsed against her stomach, his cock so thick and full it throbbed with its own heartbeat. In response, slickness pooled between Maddie’s thighs, and a little moan escaped her as her pussy clenched hard, hungry to feel its mate slide home.

Whispering, “Beautiful,” Wyn plastered his mouth to hers again, ratcheting up the kiss with lingering licks and bites whose soft intensity set Maddie’s blood on fire.

I can’t deny him
. Looking at him, finally touching him, Maddie could barely breathe.
I don’t want to let go
. Everything inside racing at top speed, Maddie flung her arms around Wyn’s shoulders and rubbed up against him like a cat who’d discovered the perfect scratching pole. Wyn groaned and scraped his blunt fingers up her thighs, dragging her T-shirt up to her waist. Cool air brushed across Maddie’s buttocks and sex through her cotton panties, and the contrast with how hot she was on the inside made her tremble again. Wyn slid the tips of his fingers beneath her panties and her shiver turned into a shake.

Sliding along the curve of her ass under the thin material, Wyn eased between her legs from behind, surely feeling the wetness she’d produced for him. Wyn breathed in deeply against her cheek. “I need to make you come.” He grazed his mouth against hers and licked into the seam. “I’ve dreamed about what you taste like for years.”

Before Maddie could gather her hazy brain enough to speak, Wyn grabbed the crotch of her underwear and dragged them down her legs, exposing her to him and the night sky. In a shot he sank to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her thighs. One probe of his tongue into the top of her slit, and Maddie choked on a scream, the shock of pleasure so new, she didn’t know what to do. Wyn held her open with his thumbs and licked her clit, and Maddie nearly lost her legs.

With no experience to help her navigate this act, Maddie lost her toehold on reality and sank into the abyss of pleasure, the joyous sensations Wyn inflicted on her so acute and unknown she couldn’t form rational thought. Hooking her elbow around the arm of the statue and her thigh over its extended leg, Maddie opened herself even more to Wyn, wantonly begging for whatever he wanted to do to her.

With a rough moan against the apex of her thighs, Wyn lavishly licked down and then up her crease, igniting tiny explosions in every nerve ending along the way. He latched onto her sensitized pearl and sucked as if pulling nectar from a peach. The intense sweet pressure pulled up into Maddie’s belly and then even farther, reaching her breasts and twisting the tips into aching points crying to be touched. No care for anything beyond finding relief, Maddie pushed her hands under her shirt and squeezed the tender mounds of flesh.

Wyn looked up at her, his face all blunt and unforgiving edges, his lips smeared with her juices in a way that made her cream for him even more. “Take it off for me.” His stare and voice blazed with command. “I need to see.”

Unable to look away from him, Maddie pulled the T-shirt off over her head, exposing herself to him in every way. Not overly large in size, but not small either, her breasts were so sensitized they felt achy and weighty, and her dark-cherry-colored nipples knotted into beaded tips, showing the truth of how her body responded to him—how it always had.

Wound tight with such repressed hunger, Maddie cupped her breasts and squeezed, trying to find relief. Not enough to satisfy the craving inside her, she pinched and pulled her nipples, distending the tips to aching darts of pleasure.

As Wyn watched, his pupils dilated, and the head of his cock pushed above the waistband of his sweats, exposing the smooth cap covered in early cum. Raw thoughts of sucking Wyn’s length to the point of driving him mad with need filled Maddie once again. She wanted to push him so dangerously hard he would drag her to the ground and plunge every thick inch of his cock into her body, claiming her as his. The mental image so aroused Maddie that she rocked her hips against the cool statue and Wyn’s warm fingers, and tugged on her tits even harder.

Wyn whispered, “Amazing,” and dived headfirst back between her parted thighs. Moaning against her entrance, he dipped into her pussy, darting his tongue once, twice, three times, not too deep, but with enough force to send her inner walls into a pulsating frenzy. Maddie punched her hips forward, into Wyn’s face, and grabbed a handful of his hair as his masterful kiss made her body sing like the strings of a perfectly tuned violin.

Wyn grazed his teeth along the smooth waxed skin surrounding the heart shape of trimmed hair, and then he sank back in and licked her clit. Holding her open, Wyn flicked his tongue over and over against Maddie’s too-sensitive bead and pushed every nerve ending in the area into full-throttle speed.

Nearly overwhelming pleasure rushed through Maddie’s body and flooded her cunt, and she shamelessly bounced against Wyn and rubbed her breasts, breathlessly whispering his name in an endless chant as she watched him feast on her body.

Relentless, Wyn kept up his assault on her sanity, switching between fluttering his tongue over her swollen pearl and splitting her nether lips open with long swipes of his incredible tongue.

“Wyn, Wyn, please…” Losing any sense of self, struggling to even speak, Maddie pulled Wyn’s hair and pleaded, “I need to come.”

In immediate response, Wyn closed his lips around her clit and teased his tongue in a fast pattern across the tip. At the same time he rubbed two fingers just inside her entrance, oh-so-very-softly plying the swollen, hidden folds. The twin sensations, so precisely fast and slow, twisted up into Maddie and lit every nerve ending in her body on fire. Pair that with looking down at Wyn, seeing his face between her thighs and his cock so stiff from everything they were doing together, ignited the final fuse and shoved Maddie into the abyss. Holding onto the top of Wyn’s head, Maddie bucked and lost herself, crying out into the night as she pumped her hips over and over again, a slave to each clenching pulse of release Wyn wrenched out of her core.

Then, with the waves of her orgasm still rocking through her, Wyn stood up like a rocket and stole a fast kiss, dark heat burning in his stare. “I knew you’d be sweeter than honey.” Locked on her, he added, “And I know you can come for me again.”

He swooped down and took her mouth with a rough, breath-stealing kiss, delved between her thighs with his hand and sank two fingers into her pussy. A shock of concentrated pleasure erupted inside Maddie, and she shook and shouted Wyn’s name as her already slick channel flooded even more. He grunted against her lips, and his shaft pulsed with life against her belly. Feeling that hard shape digging into her flesh excited Maddie even more, and without thought she shoved her hand inside the front of his sweats and took hold of his stiff cock.

This, the first time she’d ever touched him so intimately, Wyn jerked and went still. His jaw clenched visibly, and with only inches between them, he held his gaze to hers with an intensity that pierced straight into Maddie’s soul.

Leaning in, Maddie grazed her mouth against his, once then twice, and slowly pulled all the way up the length of his shaft and brushed her thumb across the fat, leaking slit. In immediate response, Wyn hissed and wept another pearl of early seed for her. The moment Maddie rubbed the slick seed all around the thick head of his prick, Wyn groaned and took her with another claiming kiss.

This time, so deeply lost in this raw place with Wyn, Maddie attacked too. Untutored, she moved on instinct and thrust her tongue into his mouth, dueling with him, and tugged his cock from root to tip, eager to give him pleasure and memorize every inch of his rock-hard shape. Wyn didn’t give an inch either. He plied his fingers in her pussy, working her into a frenzy, to the point where she felt like an open-ended snapping wire being kept alive by his combustible touch.

So very quickly, together, their breathing slipped out of control. They went from kissing to being trapped in each other’s eyes, watching intently as each pleasured the other. Maddie whipped her tightly closed fingers up and down Wyn’s length, loving the velvety hardness of every thick inch of his cock. Pushing him, she dipped farther down and played with his furry balls, loving when he sucked in a breath and his whole body tightened in response.

Maddie thought she had the upper hand, but then Wyn crooked his fingers inside her, touched a place she’d thought only existed in romance novels, and she uttered, almost without sound, “Wyn, Wyn, Wyn.” Release slammed into Maddie too hard and fast to control, and she shook and shook and shook, out of control. She clutched Wyn’s upper arm with every ounce of her strength and rode his invasion like an animal, with every brush of his fingers over that hidden place he’d discovered inside her cunt, gushing for him like a broken faucet.

Lost completely, she leaned into him and whispered, “Please,” against his cheek. Clutching his arm hard, she throbbed uncontrollably inside and thrust herself against his buried digits, biting his shoulder to stifle a scream. The moment her bite broke his skin, Wyn shouted hoarsely and spurted hard between their bodies. He thrust in pulses time and time again, each time spitting another line of seed onto her fingers and belly as he lost himself to pleasure too.

In the aftermath, a long moment of silence stretched between them, both of them simply breathing, ragged inhales and exhales at first, to finally their hands slipping from each other as their breaths returned to normal.

Maddie’s pulse still skittered, and a hint of nerves started pooling in her belly. She suddenly felt more naked than just her lack of clothes. She’d never done anything like this with any man, let alone the one her heart would not let her stop wanting and caring about, no matter how hard her brain tried to convince her otherwise. Now they’d finally kissed, really kissed, and good God, they’d finally done something they’d both only hinted or teased at before. And holy hell was this different than any of the talk about what they might one day do, and it certainly was far more exposing than Maddie’s most secret fantasies and dreams or scenes she’d read in countless erotic novels.

Maddie moved to put her hand on Wyn’s chest, shyly curious to feel the beat of his heart without a layer of clothes between them, when he abruptly tangled his hand in her hair, tipped her head back, and nipped a kiss from her swollen lips.

Sparks of chocolate lit his stare, and the confident smile he wore so well slowly edged up the corners of his mouth. He brushed his fingers through her hair and murmured, “I knew there was at least a part of you that still liked me.” He slid his hand down the curve of her ass and dipped down to press a kiss below her ear. “And you liked that part of me a hell of a lot.”