by Levine, Nina
She leaned into me, gripping my shirt, her voice all breathy as she said, “I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”
I nodded. “Good. Now go and take care of business so I can have a drink and try like fuck to think about something other than screwing you.”
“I love the way you use your words, baby.” She moved her mouth to my ear. “It gets me so fucking wet.”
Letting me go, she turned and headed in Layla’s direction, and I blew out a long breath while groaning at the bulge in my pants.
“Jesus,” I muttered to myself as I watched her leave. If I could lock my wife away, to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, I fucking would. And while her mouth caused me no end of shit, I knew I wouldn’t have her any other way.
“Madison not playing nice tonight?” Nash asked as he slapped me on the back.
I turned to look at him and grimaced. “When did we start to think it was a good idea to give one woman the power to fuck with our minds and our dicks?”
He chuckled. “You love that woman fucking with your mind and you certainly love her fucking with your dick.”
“There are days that I question my sanity, brother.”
“Yeah, I could see how Madison would do that to a man,” he mused, “but admit it, you would be fuckin’ lost without her.”
Nodding, I agreed. “Yeah.”
“You two thinking of kids yet?”
“Fuck, I’m ready, but she keeps blowing me off.”
His brows pulled together. “Why? She loves kids. I thought she’d be all over that shit.”
I shrugged. “I haven’t nailed her down on it yet, but I will. I want a kid tomorrow and I’m gonna make it happen.”
His expression grew thoughtful. “Good. We need some good in our lives with all the club shit going one.” He was right about that.
“What about you, brother? You ever think about having kids again?” I knew this was a tough subject for him, but we all had to face our ghosts at some point.
His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched. “Kids aren’t in my future, J. I can’t go there again . . . not after Aaron.”
“And Velvet’s good with that?”
“We haven’t spoken about it, but she can’t have kids, so it’s not an issue.”
“Looks like you two are a perfect match.” I eyed the bar. “I’ll catch you later. I need a drink.” Or two.
He seemed relieved the conversation had changed course, and I didn’t blame him. He left me to it and I found an empty barstool and ordered a drink.
I had a long night ahead of me.
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“Oh God, J, you’re driving me fucking crazy. Just fuck me already,” Madison moaned as I slid my dick through her wet cunt.
We’d been home from her charity event for an hour and I’d worked her into a frenzy, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she craved just yet. I’d waited for her all fucking night; it was only fair she waited for me now. “Babe, I fucking love it when you beg me for my cock, but tonight we’re going at my pace, and I’m not ready to fuck you yet.” I moved my lips to her neck and licked and bit my way along her skin until my mouth was near her ear. “You wanna know what I am ready for?” I growled.
“What?” she asked on another moan as she writhed under me, panting for what I had, for what I was denying her.
“I’m ready to watch you get yourself off,” I said, knowing the effect this would have on her. My wife loved me watching her pleasure herself. And I fucking loved watching her.
Her fingers dug into my back and her legs wrapped around me. I slid my arms under her and pulled her with me as I sat back on my knees. She clung to me and licked her lips as she smiled at me. A sexy-as-fuck smile. The kind of smile that shoots straight to a man’s dick and almost makes him forget his resolve to make shit last.
“You want me to do this?” she asked, moving her hand between us and down to her pussy. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could damn well feel it. And just knowing what she was doing felt fucking good. But I needed to see it.
“No, I want you on your feet in front of me,” I said as I twisted us to deposit her on the floor next to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of her ass with both hands. Separating her legs, I looked up at her and growled, “Show me how you like it.” I already knew how she liked it, but it never hurt for a man to be reminded.
She slid a finger slowly through her pussy, to her clit where she began slowly circling the tight bud. God how I loved that fucking part of her. Loved what I could do to her there, and I had to concentrate on not reaching out and taking over.
My eyes met hers for a moment and my gut tightened when I saw the lust there. It was as if she was on a high—the kind of high you never wanted to end. My breathing picked up and I shifted my gaze back to her pussy; to the show she was putting on for me. I had a feeling this was going to be over fast.
Her finger kept circling, kept moving her closer to release, and then she added her other hand. I watched and waited. After all our years together, I knew her next move as well as she did, and I fucking needed to see that finger get pushed inside her cunt.
“Fuck,” she groaned as she finally, finally, pushed inside and began fucking herself. And then she surprised me. “J, please . . . I need you . . . ”
Jesus fuck.
Madison loved touching herself so for her to beg me to finish her off . . . that shit fucking turned me way the fuck on.
I roughly gripped her ass and pulled her onto my lap. Her legs instantly wrapped around me, as did her arms, and our lips came together in a hard, demanding-as-hell kiss. Our tongues sought more than each other’s tongue; they sought the closeness we craved—a promise of each other, forever.
This woman . . . this woman fucking owned me.
Body and fucking soul.
I’d sacrifice everything for her. Give up anything and everything to make her happy.
To make her safe.
To ensure she was mine forever.
I ended our kiss and stood, holding her to me, and walked her to the wall. When I had her backed up against it, I said, “Turns out I can’t wait another fucking minute to get inside you.”
Her fingers slid up my neck so she could grasp my hair. “I don’t know how you lasted this long,” she murmured.
Without another word, I thrust my dick so fucking hard inside her that she slid up the wall and let out a loud moan. And then I lost myself in her as I fucked her.
Fingers digging in.
Teeth biting.
Lips sucking.
Need and want rushing through our bodies.
Faster.
Harder.
And then we both came.
Fuck.
I struggled to catch my breath; struggled to gather my thoughts as Madison’s pussy pulsed around my cock. I rested my forehead against hers and concentrated on getting my breathing under control.
“Do you ever think sex will get boring or repetitive for us?” she asked after a few moments.
I lifted my head to look at her. “Fuck, I hope not.”
She smiled. “I don’t think it will.”
Pulling out of her, I settled her feet on the floor and took a step back. “I think about you and fucking you all day, and as soon as I’ve fucked you, I’m thinking about the next time I’ll get to sink my dick in you. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of your pussy.”
She cocked her head to the side. “So you’re thinking about sex right now? You’re thinking about how you’re gonna fuck me next time?”
“No.”
Frowning, she said, “No?”
I curled my hand around her waist and yanked her to me. God, this woman had no clue. No fucking clue what she did to me. “No,” I growled, my face inches from hers, my gaze glued to hers, “I’m thinking about the time after next because I’ve already worked out how I’m going to fuck you next.”
She sucked in a brea
th and I felt my words work their way through her body. “How are you going to fuck me next?” she asked softly, her voice full of sex and need and love.
“I’m going to take you in the shower. You’re going to clean my body, paying special attention to my cock, and then you’re gonna get on your knees and suck me until I shoot cum down your throat, and then you’re gonna face the wall while I fuck you from behind.” I pressed my lips to hers and stole another kiss. “You good with that?”
“I think you know I’m good with that, J. I’m good with anything that involves your cock and your body.”
“Good. Now get in the shower like a good fucking girl,” I rasped as I slapped her on the ass.
“I love it when you get all bossy and shit.”
I jerked my chin towards the bathroom. “Go.”
With one last look, she turned and walked towards the bathroom.
“And Madison?” I called out.
She stopped and turned back to face me. “Yes?”
My gaze softened for a moment. “You did good tonight, baby.” She and Layla had raised nearly ten thousand dollars and I was so fucking proud watching her work her magic on the crowd. And really fucking horny.
Her lips curled up into a smile. “Thank you.”
We watched each other for a few moments.
Love wove its way through me and around my heart.
This fucking woman.
Mine.
Forever.
I jerked my chin at the bathroom again and she quickly turned and hurried in that direction.
Yeah, sex was never going to get boring between us.
For one reason and one reason alone—Madison.
That woman commanded my attention and I’d always do whatever it took to make her happy.
2
J & Madison
Madison
This takes place about a month after Sassy Christmas. This scene was originally published in an anthology a few years ago.
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As Serena pulled her car into my driveway, I looked at her and said, “Thanks for the last two days. I needed them.” We’d spent the last two days at Surfers Paradise having girl time, and as much as I missed J, it had been good to get away and just chill.
She gave me a smile. “Anytime, chica.”
“We should do it more often.” I undid my seatbelt and grabbed my handbag off the floor.
She raised her brows. “I’m not sure your hubby will be up for that. Especially not while he’s desperately trying to get you pregnant.”
“Oh, God…don’t remind me.” I laughed. “I wish he would just let that go. He promised he’d leave me alone for three months, and it’s only been a month.”
Serena laughed and then jerked her chin towards the front door of my house. “Looks like he’s ready to get going again.”
I turned to find J standing in the doorway. His intense gaze met mine and I smiled. He didn’t return my smile, but rather settled his shoulder against the doorjamb and folded his arms across his chest as he continued to watch me.
Opening the car door, I gave Serena one last look. “Some days I wished you still lived here because then I’d have an excuse not to have sex.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, for one, you would never knock back sex even if J had an ulterior motive, and two, nothing would stop him from trying to get in your pants, not even me living in the same house.”
I grinned. “You’re right.”
Nodding, she flicked her hands at me in a get-out-of-here motion. “Go. I don’t want to be the one to keep J from his woman.”
“You two have come a long way since you first met.”
“Yeah, we have a mutual understanding—I put up with his caveman ways and he lets me have you all to myself sometimes.”
I smiled because I knew deep down she and J respected each other now. They might have been untrusting to begin with, but that had all changed when Serena realised how much he loved me.
Stepping out of the car, I promised, “I’ll ring you tomorrow. We need to organise a coffee catch up with the girls.”
“Talk to you then,” she said. I grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat and then watched as she drove away.
When I made it to where J waited for me, he uncrossed his arms, pushed off from the door, and took my bag from me. “Serena in a hurry to get somewhere? She’s driving like a maniac.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I brushed a kiss across his lips. “She always drives like a maniac, you know that.”
His hand landed on my ass and he pulled me back to him for another kiss. A deeper, longer kiss. When he finally let me go, he said, “Yeah, but she seems worse today.”
“She’s got a date tonight.”
His hand moved off my ass and took hold of one of my hands. Leading me inside, he headed straight to our bedroom and dumped my bag on the floor. He then turned and pulled me to him. “I fucking missed you, babe.”
I ran my hands up his chest and looped them around his neck so I could pull his face down to mine. “I missed you too,” I admitted before kissing him again.
He undid the button on my shorts and slid a hand into my panties. He ran a finger through my wetness and groaned into my mouth before growling, “I need to be inside you. It’s all I’ve thought about for the last two days.”
I gripped his neck, my fingers digging in to his skin. “I’ve been thinking non-stop about your cock in my mouth,” I said as my breathing picked up. His need had lit my entire body with desire and I was almost panting for him.
Heat flared in his eyes and he removed his hand from my panties. Undoing his jeans, he said, “You get what you want first and then it’s my turn. And Madison?”
I didn’t take my eyes off his. “Yes?”
As he pulled his cock out, he said, “It’s gonna be a long night, baby, and I’m not going easy on you. You wanna go away for two nights, you gotta expect me to be so fucking hard for you that it’s gonna take all night to work that need out of my system.”
I sucked in a breath as my own desire coiled its way through my body. My eyes held his and I loved what I saw there. It didn’t matter how many times he had me, my husband always needed more, and I’d never get enough of him either.
Dropping to my knees, I took hold of him and stroked his length a few times before running my tongue along his cock. When I finally took him in my mouth, his hand landed on my head and he hissed as he pushed himself further in.
I sucked him, taking hold of his balls and massaging them. My other hand moved to his ass—God how I loved J’s ass.
“Fuck… ” his voice trailed off as I continued to work him towards his release.
His love for this turned me on more than I already was. As much as I loved giving him a blowjob, tonight I was way past ready to have him fuck me, so I picked up the pace in an attempt to get him off faster.
I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my mouth, and when his hand grasped a handful of my hair and he groaned, I knew he was close. He surprised me when he pulled out of my mouth and reached his hands down under my arms to pull me up.
His eyes were wild as he yanked my shorts and panties down, and then pulled my T-shirt over my head and removed my bra. At the same time, I lifted his tee over his head and dropped it to the floor before pulling his jeans down. J hardly ever wore underwear and today was no exception.
I looked up into his eyes. “Why didn’t you let me finish you off?” He loved to come in my mouth so I’d been surprised when he stopped me mid-blowjob.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. I need your pussy.” He pulled me close and spun me around so my back was to his chest. Pushing my hair to the side, he bent his mouth to my shoulder and kissed me. His arms came around me and while one hand went to my breast, the other moved to my pussy. I dropped my head back and rested it against him when he pushed a finger inside me.
“Feel good?” His warm breath caused my skin to pebble with goose bumps.
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��Feels so good…. Don’t stop.” The pleasure he was giving me had taken over my mind to the point where my thoughts were so scrambled I had trouble stringing sentences together. J never failed to deliver bliss. His touch was like a needle shooting what I craved straight to my veins.
He pushed another finger inside and continued his slow, rhythmic strokes while his thumb circled my clit. And from behind, he ground his cock against my ass.
I’m going to die and go to heaven.
My legs wobbled underneath me as every inch of my body came alive, and I moaned as the pleasure built to ecstasy levels.
“How far off are you?” J asked, his voice low and husky.
I had practically collapsed back against him and as the first flashes of brilliant light shot through my mind, I let myself go completely. “Now…” That was all I got out before my orgasm hit.
Oh, God.
Yes.
His fingers didn’t let up; he kept stroking until the moment he growled, “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
He pulled his fingers out and walked me forward to the bedside table where he placed my hands on it. “Hold on tight,” he directed before thrusting inside me from behind.
“Jesus, Madison, two days without you is too fucking long,” he rasped in between thrusts. I had to agree with him, but coming home to this was almost worth it.
My hands gripped the bedside table as his thrusts grew harder and faster. His fingers dug into me, but I hardly paid any attention to them—the only thing touching the edge of my consciousness was the intense pleasure pulsing through my body. J had tipped me over the edge again, and as I came, I dropped my head down and let it consume me.
“Fuck!” he roared as he slammed into me one last time and then stilled.
When he was finished, he pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling out and letting me go. His hands were only off me for a second before he lifted me and placed me on the bed.
