“Oh, sorry. We just wanted your autograph.”
“I understand, but I’m having dinner.”
The woman gave me a dirty look before she tossed her hair and shamelessly strutted off to her table, followed by her followers who also all gave me a dirty look that was enough to curdle milk.
“I didn’t realize you were that big of a celebrity,” I remarked lightly.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry about that,” He waved a hand in their direction. “I think they think it’s cute to come up and try to hit on me when I’m out. Sometimes I think they put each other up to it.”
“So this happens a lot?” I asked, already exhausted at the thought of dealing with this kind of situation.
“Yeah, it does,” he admitted, pulling a face.
I could feel my heart drop. I couldn’t help being jealous. I was with a man that other women were masturbating to. Ugh, no!
He leaned over and took my hand, squeezing it tight, and looking deep into my eyes. “But I’m here with you. Only you. And no-one else, alright?”
“Alright,” I whispered, forcing a smile. This was my first night in Miami and I’d die before I ruined it with my jealousy. “Now, I was pretty sure you were going to recommend something for me to eat?”
We spent the rest of the evening at the restaurant talking and trying to get to know each other, but it felt like the night never really got going. Every time we would lean in, utterly involved in a conversation, or I would find myself drawn to something he was saying, something he was revealing about himself, someone else would turn up at the table to flirt, or ask for an autograph.
And it was always a damn woman.
A perfectly-maintained one who made me feel like crap in comparison, and you know what else, they never seemed to even notice I was there. By the end of the night, despite how good the food had been and how much I’d enjoyed playing footsie with him beneath the table even while those women were jacking our fun night out, I couldn’t help but feel as though this was a rude awakening. A reminder that no matter how much I wanted things to be easy and smooth between us, that there were always going to be his fame in our way.
I was a bit reflective on the drive home, but I didn’t think he would actually notice, or do anything about it. I’d dated plenty of guys in my time, and most of them had seen me falling silent as nothing more than a chance to go off and play video games without fear of reprisal. But Chad had a frown on his face as we walked through the door to his apartment. He stopped dead and pulled me around to face him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, it’s nothing. Just jet lag. I think I just need a little sleep…”
“Madison, my entire career is built around knowing what women want. You can’t hide that shit from me. Come on, be honest, talk to me.”
He sat me down on the leather couch beside him. I sighed deeply. I had drunk two glasses of wine and really I didn’t need this. All I wanted to do was go to bed with him and leave this all till tomorrow. But if we were going to do this, to really do this, then I supposed I owed it to him to be honest as much and as far as I could. I took a seat next to him, and began.
Chapter 20
Chad
I couldn’t say that it surprised me to hear her say that she was feeling down after our night out together because of all those women who thought it was okay to interrupt my privacy because they had seen me in a magazine, but it upset me to see how badly it had affected her. I laced my fingers through hers as she spoke, letting her know that I was there for her and that nothing any of those women could say or do was going to change that.
“I just wasn’t ready for this level of…anything.” She shook her head. “I know it may sound crazy to you, but I just wanted to come out here and have you all to myself.”
“You do have me all to yourself,” I promised. “I mean, you will. Not tonight, maybe, but as soon as…” I trailed off. Even I wasn’t sure what I was getting at. I had no idea when or if ever the interest in me would drop away. It had become clear over the years I’d lived here, that when you were inextricably tied to a woman’s first real chance to blow off steam and get hot for a stranger, they didn’t want to forget it. I had been jousting off the interests of women around this town for as long as I’d been dancing. Sometimes, especially in the beginning, it had been fun and I had indulged them, but now that Madison was here with me and she clearly fucking hated the attention, I felt torn.
“As soon as…?” she prompted.
I shook my head and looked down at our hands, linked. I had to remind myself once more than I had only known this woman a matter of days. The connection between us was so intense that it felt as though I’d known her for years, as though my whole life was just waiting for her to appear. “I can’t tell you that it’s never going to happen again,” I admitted. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”
“It’s okay. I don’t expect you to make any big changes for me,” she said, but her face dropped, and she pulled her knees up under herself, as though trying to make herself small. I touched my other hand to her chin, tilting her face up to look at me.
“All those women tonight, I didn’t even see them. They were just a blur. I didn’t give a shit about any of them. Not when I had you sitting across the table from me.”
She met my gaze, and I could see something lift inside her.
“I just want a chance to get to know you,” she murmured. “I feel like we can’t do that if you’re constantly fighting off other women.”
“Then we’ll get takeouts, and stay in, and really get to know each other for the next week,” I assured her. “Anything you want. I’m here with you, Madison, I don’t want you to forget that…”
I leaned in and kissed her, and I felt her body relax as our mouths met, as though this was what she’d been waiting for.
“You mean it?” She pulled back and looked at me intently. “Takeaway, then sit in the house, and just talk?”
“Whatever you want,” I replied, kissing her again.
“I don’t want to stop you from doing the things you love.”
“You aren’t. Nothing is more exciting than being with you.”
She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes clouded with doubt.
“None of those women tonight mean anything to me other than an irritation, Madison.” I shook my head in wonder. “Do you really think I get off on interrupting whatever I am doing to constantly autograph the napkins of random women who I will never see again for the rest of my life?”
She exhaled the breath she was holding and smiled weakly. I felt the stiffness in her body begin to unwind, and pulled her up and onto my lap in one swift motion. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. A part of me knew a moment of fear. That I wouldn’t make her understand and she would get away from me. “Listen, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me, and I’m lucky to have you.”
“God, what is it about you. I can’t ever resist you,” she moaned against my lips and I knew, without a doubt, that I was never letting her go, no matter what.
Her breasts were pressed against my chest and I felt her nipples harden. My cock stirred at once, pressing into her. Her reaction was to move back and spread her legs, straddling me. I could feel how soaked the thin fabric of her panties already was. It made me wonder how long she’d been wanting this. Maybe, if I was lucky she had craved it as deeply as I had been…
All fucking night.
She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I growled moving my hands all over her. She felt so damn good. That was what I couldn’t get over. Every inch of her pleased me, satisfied me, did something to me that I couldn’t describe; ever part of her tasted good, felt good, got stuck in my memory like a record on repeat. I couldn’t figure out what it was about her that did this to me, but I was sure as hell committed to finding out.
I pushed her back on the couch, climbing on top of her and moving my hand between her legs. She widened t
hem on instinct, and I cupped my palm around the warmth of her pussy. She threw her head back with a gasp and I kissed along her neck, running my tongue over her throat, baring my teeth like an animal. Seeing her in this dress was doing things to me, reminding me of that first night when I’d seen her in the crowd and wanted to get my hands all over her and didn’t know if she would allow me to. That didn’t matter now. Nothing did. I just wanted to remind myself that she had given herself to me in every way I could possibly dream of.
I hooked my fingers around her panties and ripped them off her.
“I’ll replace them,” I promised, tossing the tattered remains on the floor. Although, I preferred to think of her living her life without panties. Naked underneath her clothes and always ready to take me into her body. I rolled up the hem of her dress and slipped between her legs. She ran her fingers through my hair and wriggled her hips encouragingly.
I kissed along the inside of her thigh. I wanted to make her wait, drive her crazy, but fuck if I wasn’t starving for her taste. I pushed her legs as far apart as they would go, and looked at her pussy. There it lay between her thighs like a ripe peach, glistening with the sweet nectar of her arousal. Leaning forward with a low groan of need, I pressed my mouth against her…and felt as though I had come home.
I stroked my tongue over her slit a few times, going really slow, letting both of us get used to the feel of me feeding on her again. The taste of her, so sweet and musky, and so specifically Madison filled my mouth and spread over my tongue. I couldn’t get anything close enough to it. Her fists balled in my hair, desperate and grasping, and I glanced up to see her eyes closed and her face contorted with pleasure.
Well, that was exactly how I liked to see her.
I focused my attentions in on her clit, lapping, sucking, nipping, until she was squirming like a little worm. When she was almost out of her mind with sensation, I slowed my roll and traced lazy shapes across her entire pussy, my tongue dancing around the folds as I tasted every part of her. She was rocking her hips back to meet me. Knowing how much this was getting her off was getting me seriously hard.
I ate her pussy as though it was dessert. Finally, her thighs clamped around my ears and her body began trembling. I knew that she was desperate to come, and I wanted to give her that, I really did, but not as much as I wanted to drag out her torment a little longer and enjoy the way that she shivered and shuddered at my every touch.
I slipped my hands beneath her dress and moved upwards to play with her breasts. I pinched her nipples roughly, making her moan.
“Oh, God…” she groaned, and I knew she was lost.
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked gently while she came. So violently, I could feel her pussy pulsing like something alive beneath me. Suddenly she wrenched my head back. She had become too sensitive for more. I raised my gaze and watch her as she writhed and rocked back and forth on the couch as the pleasure overtook her.
This was a memory I was going to come back to.
Making her come like this was something I couldn’t imagine getting tired of, watching the way her body reacted to my touch; I rested my hands on her spread thighs, and she reached down to grab me and pull me back up on top of her. She kissed me hard, as though desperate to taste herself on my lips – the thought of that was enough to push me to a new level of desire for her, and when she pulled back, I took the opportunity to grab a condom out of the drawer on the coffee table next to us.
“Please tell me you have those in every room of the house,” she panted, teasing, and I shrugged.
“Always be prepared, right?” I grinned at her, pulling down my pants and quickly slipping on the condom before I slid down on top of her once more. She drew me close, hooking her legs around me, and I took my cock in my hand and guided it into her pussy.
We both let out a sigh of what felt like relief as soon as I was inside of her. I didn’t realize how much tension I had stored up inside of me waiting for this moment. She moved her hands to my face and drew me down towards her, pulling me down hungrily towards her lips as I began to move inside her.
I would never have said I had made love before in my life, not before that moment. I had fucked plenty, sure, I had screwed women and taken them and all of that. But I had never shared a moment this tender with someone prior to this, never felt this swelling in my chest of fierce protectiveness and possessiveness or this kind of connection pulse between us. Steady and regular like a heartbeat. She laid her hand on my chest as we kissed, and the sweet warmth of it even through my shirt sent shivers across my body. I thrust into her, hard, my body aching with something I couldn’t put my finger on. And I watched her face reflect perfectly everything I was feeling.
I wanted to tell her none of those other women mattered. Not the ones I had been with before her, or the ones who had wanted to be with me. All that mattered was her. Was us. Here. This moment. I felt my balls tingle as I grew close to the edge. At that moment she hooked her ankles behind my back and pulled me deep into her.
And just like that, buried up to the hilt inside of her, I came.
I strained with the effort of not letting my body slump against hers as the pleasure rocked through my system. To my stunned surprise, I felt her pussy clench again around my cock, and gooseflesh appear all over her arms as she went over the edge again. I held myself inside her, not wanting to break that profound moment quite yet. Just watching her tense body relax until she seemed to almost melt into the couch below her. Reluctantly I pulled myself out of her and crashed down on the couch beside her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, getting on her side and resting her head on my shoulder.
It had been more than that. I felt as though she had launched an earthquake deep inside me, and the tremors were still shaking out over my brain and body. It wasn’t just physical. No, there was something else entirely going on between the two of us, and it was more intense than anything I’d shared with anyone else before in my life.
“I guess I should get you to bed,” I replied, getting to my feet, dropping a kiss on her head, and going to get rid of the condom.
When I returned her eyes were closed. She opened one. “Can’t I just sleep here?” she said playfully.
I reached down and scooped her into my arms. She nestled her head against my chest. “Nope, I want to wake up next to you tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait for that,” she said with a yawn, but she was so tired she was already asleep by the time I laid her on the bed.
Chapter 21
Madison
When I woke up the next morning, for a split second, I forgot where I was. The light filtering through the enormous window opposite the bed seemed impossibly bright, and the sound of the waves on the beach below me felt like it should be a remnant from a dream.
Then it all came back.
I remembered I was in Miami with the most gorgeous guy in the world. He said he’d wanted to wake up next to me, so I reached out for his side of the bed. And found it empty. I sat bolt upright, a strange panic lancing through my system. He hadn’t left me behind already, had he?
Then I heard a sound in the corridor and turned my head. Chad emerged through the door and stepped into the room. He was smiling like an angel and carrying two steaming mugs of coffees. I beamed back. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The exhaustion from the past two days was gone and I was filled with new energy.
“Good morning,” we both said in unison.
“Oh, you timed this well,” I remarked, as he handed me the coffee and sat next to me. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to my temple in an unfathomable way that felt like a habit we had shared for years.
“You were so tired, I didn’t want to disturb you,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink.
I did the same. It was the perfect temperature.
“So,” he said slowly, watching me.
I ran my fingers self-consciously through my hair as I realized it was the first time he’d seen me so d
isheveled in the unforgiving morning light. I had not even taken my make-up off last night. I could only hope I didn’t look too rough. Well, if I did, he was as much to blame for it as I was. It was his fault for giving me such intense climaxes. That last one had made my toes curl.
“So,” I echoed.
“You’re here, in Miami,” he gestured around.
“Yeah, I am,” I replied. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Me neither,” he grinned, and there was just a hint of nervousness about his smile that was somehow the most endearing thing I’d ever seen. I’d dated my fair share of cocky assholes who acted as though nothing got to them, and it was nice to be around a guy who didn’t seem shit-scared of his emotions for a change.
“What do you want to do now that you’re here?” he asked, turning to look out across the sun-soaked beach just a few dozen feet away from us.
I looked past him to the beach beyond. “I was going to head down there and catch some rays while I have the chance, though I would need to slather myself in suntan lotion to make sure I don’t end up looking like a lobster.”
“And after that?”
I whirled around and stared at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want you sitting around on your ass waiting for me all the time.”
“I could walk around the town.”
He nodded, but it was distractedly. He obviously had something else on his mind. “Yeah, of course, but I meant, like long-term, you know.”
I frowned. “What you mean.”
“Okay. Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do or would have loved to do, but you couldn’t because of circumstances or having to put food on the table.”
“I…” I trailed off and cast my mind around. It had been a long time since I actually even thought about what I actually wanted to do with my life. My dreams and desires had long-since been lost to the grind of having to make rent and as he said, put food on the table. But now that I thought about it, it jumped into my mind. I looked into his eyes and he was patiently waiting for my answer.
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