Five First Dates (Sassy in the City 2)

“I see,” I said. “Sounds like you have a plan.”

His hands were on my hips. Maddox kissed me, teasing at my lips with his tongue. Then he lowered his palms to my ass and ground me against him. Before I could even enjoy the impact of my body pressed against his cock, he pivoted me and gave my ass a playful, but not entirely gentle, slap.

“Get moving, Savannah. We’re on a schedule.”

I obeyed, because who the hell wouldn’t? I walked to the bathroom, peeling my shirt off as I went. As he closed the door and we crowded into the small space, I tried not to eye the shower stall skeptically. It wasn’t a bathtub-shower combination. It was a full shower stall insert, with a cruddy plastic floor pan. It was smaller than a tub would be. At best one and a half people could fit in it. Or Maddox and Sully.

Normally I bathed Sully in the bathroom sink because it was easier and brighter. The lighting in the shower sucked.

I turned to suggest maybe this was going to be a fail when Maddox reached past me and turned the shower on. Then he stripped me out of my joggers with one sharp downward motion. “Oh!” I said. He clearly had no intention of abandoning the project.

I never saw myself as a woman who fell for the muscles, but I had to admit, I didn’t hate touching Maddox. He was a whole different level of hard compared to previous men I’d been with and it was fascinating and sexy as hell. As he kissed me I greedily ran my fingers across his chest and abs. I went further and slide my hand over his cock. He gave a low growl.

Liking the sound of that, I squeezed at the base of his shaft.

“Savannah,” he said. “You are so fucking hot, do you know that?”

I didn’t answer, but just pulled my hand away, and watched him as I drew my tongue across my fingers to slick them up. His eyes darkened. I returned to his thick erection and worked my hand up and down, enjoying the way he stood still, tense, lacing his fingers through mine on my free hand.

“You still haven’t told me what any of your tattoos mean,” I said, scanning his body. An eagle here, a skull there, a complex roping of what looked like metal chains. He had art everywhere, and I was still amazed by the amount of time and patience and meaning that had clearly gone into it.

“I’m still here for awhile. We have plenty of time.”

I gripped him harder at that, for reasons I didn’t want to look too closely at.

Maddox sucked in a sharp breath, then gripped my wrist. He pulled me off of him, and pressed my hands back onto the vanity countertop.

Before I could process his plan, he was down on his knees, and still holding my hands hostage, he buried his tongue inside me.

“Mad, oh, God,” I said, realizing a fraction too late that my voice was loud and keening. Hopefully the shower had drowned it out because there was no way I could manage silent sex, not with him working me like he was.

He was deep inside me and I felt surrounded by his broad shoulders, his strong arms. I wanted to grab on to his dark hair and pull him away because it was so intense, but he had me pinned so I couldn’t move. It only took a few seconds before I was crying out with a hot, fast orgasm.

Then he released me while I stood there, legs shaking, panting hard, inner thighs quivering. They were freaking quivering and I was thinking that might have been my fastest zero to orgasm in recorded history.

But before I could speak or process or reach for him, he had a condom on and lifted me up and onto the sink. He lifted my legs onto his hips and he lifted me back off the sink and right onto his cock.

He was right. I screamed his name.

Somehow, he was holding up all my weight and still managing to lift me up and down onto him. It was a move I’d never experienced because how many men have the thigh and core strength for that? None I’d ever dated.

It was sexy as hell to have gravity dropping me fully on him so he was embedded deep inside me. I’d never felt so taken. All I could do was grip his shoulders tightly and just try not to drown in the pleasure.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, eyes locked with mine. “Tell me how that feels, Savannah.”

“It feels amazing.” I tossed my hair back, wanting him to react.

He did. He made that sound in the back of his throat that I loved.

“How does that feel to you, Maddox?”

I was probably playing with fire asking him that.

“How does that feel?” He was barely even breathing hard as he continued to move me on him. “Like victory. Like winning. Like hot, sexy slickness clamping down on me. Like nothing else matters except this. Right here. Right now.”

The more he spoke, words washing over me, the closer and closer I came to the edge. His voice was low, hypnotic, sensual.

“Like you have the tightest, sweetest pussy ever.”