I drop my bag in the living room and make my way to my bedroom where it’s obvious Maddox tried to stay awake. His phone is on his chest, still gripped in hand. An arm is under his head, his biceps bulging. My gaze drops to his abs and then lower, where only a sheet covers him. It’s sad to say this isn’t the first time I’ve found him this way after coming home.
“Babe?” I whisper.
Nothing. He’s out. So tempted to wake him with a blowjob, but I’m quickly learning Maddox likes his sleep. If it was me, I’d take sex over sleep any day. Maddox doesn’t want to wake for anything.
Having him in my bed gives me the same endorphin spike I used to get from playing baseball. They used to say my smile on the mound was because I was cocky and overconfident. No one knew it was just me being in my element. My smirk was my trademark, and since I injured my shoulder, I didn’t even know I still had it in me. I thought it died along with my career.
Maddox has a way of making me smile without even realizing I’m doing it, and I could definitely see myself coming home to him in the future.
Undressing and climbing into bed, I throw my leg over him, and his cock twitches against my thigh.
Maddox turns in my direction, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “I tried to stay awake,” he mumbles.
“I know. I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Dinner. Fridge. Hungry.”
“I’m not hungry. Thank you though. You’re amazing.”
“Yeah, I am.” He still hasn’t opened his eyes, and I wonder if he’s sleep talking.
“Go back to sleep.”
“Mmkay.”
“I’ll be home early tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it.”
***
Ten past seven, and I’m walking in the door. That deserves a prize. And as soon as I enter my apartment, I get it. The aroma of garlic becomes overwhelming.
“Thank God. I was hoping that smell was coming from my kitchen,” I say. There’s no response. I turn the corner and stop in my tracks. Maddox is naked apart from my plain black apron tied around his neck and waist. He moves around the small space as if he owns it. He also has earphones plugged in his ears, so he hasn’t heard me come home.
I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the wall, watching his firm ass the whole time. By the time Maddox notices me, my cock is at full attention. Maddox’s eyes lock with mine, and I can’t stop my smile.
“Do you often cook naked?”
“Huh?” he yells and takes out an earphone.
“Do you always cook naked?”
“I’m wearing an apron. No safety or sanitary violations here.”
“Not why I was asking.” My eyes roam down his body and back up again. “I’m thinking I should try to get home earlier if that’s the case.”
Maddox’s expression turns heated. “It’s uh … I had plans. I knew you were coming home early.”
“Had plans? Why past tense?”
He sighs. “How about I tell you after stage one of my plans. Because that I can still do.”
“Is it dinner?”
Maddox steps closer. “Nope.”
“Shower?”
“Guess again.” He stops a few inches away.
“Kiss?”
Lips land on my neck. “Getting closer,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Blowjob?” I ask, my tone filled with hope.
Without another word, Maddox sinks to his knees. Fuck, yes. I don’t know how I went over a year without sex. Because I’ve been busy, it’s been three days since I had Maddox’s mouth on me, and I feel like a starved man getting his first meal in months.
He gets to work, dropping my pants and underwear to my ankles and taking me in his hot, wet, mouth.
“I’m quitting school,” I grunt.
Maddox pulls off me and looks at me confused. “Huh? You have like one month left.”
“Because if I quit, it means I can come home earlier and get this every night instead of falling into bed exhausted and passing out.” I knew it was stupid to start something this close to the end. All I want to do is spend time with Maddox. Instead, I’m cramming for finals and attending classes I have no interest in but have to finish to get my degree.
“Soon,” Maddox says and goes back to working me over with his tongue. He’s picked up some tricks since staying with me, and I can’t get enough. I will never have enough of Maddox O’Shay. He’s becoming addictive. Or, more specifically, his mouth is. My hand runs through his blond hair, grabbing what I can of it.
After that first night together, and every night since, my insecurities diminish more and more, but the thought of fucking him makes them reappear, and neither of us has mentioned the possibility of going further. I want to, so bad, but we’re comfortable with this for the time being. Except right now where I can see his bare ass. The thought of taking it has me coming in his mouth.