Mad Love (Hearts Are Wild): Hearts Are Wild

by Rhian Cahill

  He wasn’t sure what had changed. He couldn’t tell if she was upset or angry. He was completely clueless to her mood and he wasn’t planning on letting her keep him in the dark once they reached his house.

  Of course, he hadn’t asked her if she wanted to come back to his place; he was taking that choice out of her hands. If she wanted him to take her home after he got to the bottom of this strange shift in their relationship, he would. But he’d do everything he could to persuade her to stay first.

  The second they pulled into his driveway, she spun towards him. “Why are we here? I want to go home.”

  “What’s wrong?” Toby would prefer to start this conversation inside but it seemed Mad wasn’t going to give him that option.

  “Nothing. I told you I’m tired.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

  “I’m not taking you home until you talk to me.” He turned off the car and removed the keys. “C’mon. I’ll make us some coffee.”

  “I don’t want coffee.”

  Angling his head away, he hid a smile. Her tone was sulky and for some reason he found it super cute. He figured Madison would not be impressed with his thoughts. “I want coffee.”

  He didn’t really but it was an excuse to get her inside and at this point, short of picking her up and carrying her in like he had last night, he’d use anything at his disposal to get her into his house. Although, he wasn’t ruling out a fireman hold just yet.

  He’d climbed out and rounded the hood when her door flung open. “I don’t drink coffee after three, it keeps me awake.”

  Toby smiled and held out his hand.

  He didn’t really care about her coffee preferences. The fact she was walking towards him and would soon follow him into the house was his only concern right now. When he got her inside, he’d find out what the problem was, fix it, then take her to bed.

  He’d been waiting all day to peel her out of that sexy outfit she had on. It was some sort of all-in-one thing that he’d spent hours trying to work out how to remove. He wondered if there was a hidden zipper somewhere or if the bow at the back of her neck was the way to get it off.

  However it came off, he wanted it on the floor of his bedroom at some point tonight. But first, he had a mood to figure out.

  “If you don’t want coffee, I can offer you wine.”

  “I don’t drink.”

  He glanced over at Madison as they made their way up the path. “At all?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I’ve never wanted to try it.”

  “You’ve never had any?” How was that possible?

  She shrugged. “When all my peers were going to parties and getting drunk, I was too young, and by the time I was old enough I was busy studying.”

  She’d left something out of that explanation. He wasn’t sure what but he knew that wasn’t the whole story.

  Toby knew she’d gone through school ahead of time, but it had never occurred to him that she wouldn’t have experienced the same things he had in high school and university. Now that he put his mind to it, he could see the connection to her struggles to interact, to connect in certain situations.

  While she was completely at home and in her element with the kids in her classes, she was stilted and abrupt or a silent bystander with adults. He’d seen it today. And now that she’d pointed him in the right direction, he completely understood why the change in mood this evening.

  “Well, I think it’s time you got an education in alcohol.”

  “Oh no. I don’t think so.” She tried to pull her hand from his. “I’m quite happy not drinking, thank you.”

  There was that prim-and-proper tone that revved his engine. Jesus, he was a sick fuck if her haughty manner got him off. If he were honest, he’d admit everything about her got him off.

  Grinning at her, he unlocked the front door and ushered her inside. “Humor me. I want to see you try new things. You didn’t have a problem with it last night.” He winked and watched a gentle flush wash up her throat and into her cheeks.

  “I…well…that’s…” Madison sighed. “Fine. But only a taste.”

  “I’ll accept that.”

  He threaded his fingers through hers and led her to the kitchen. If he could convince her to try something new every day, he’d be a happy man. And he wasn’t only talking about sexually. Although he would admit the idea of exploring new pleasures with her in bed was more than appealing, he also wanted to see her find pleasures outside the bedroom.

  ***

  “That’s enough for you, lightweight.” Toby plucked the glass from her hand.

  “Hey. I wasn’t finished,” Madison complained with a pout.

  He chuckled. “You’ve had more than enough for a first attempt.”

  “But I really liked it.” Was that her voice, all whiny and pleading? She sat up straight and her head went a little woozy. “Wow.” Grabbing the edge of the couch, Madison tried to steady herself.

  Smiling, Toby leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Feeling it now?”

  She nodded. Big mistake. That dizzy sensation multiplied. “Oo…”

  “Like I said. Lightweight.”

  “I barely had a glass.”

  “Actually, that’s your second.”

  “Really?” Madison didn’t remember finishing the first.

  “Yep.” He placed her glass on the side table next to his. “I think it’s time for bed.”

  “Oh, of course. Right.” She stood on unsteady legs. Was she drunk on less than two glasses of wine? “I’ll call a cab…”

  Toby laughed and scooped her into his arms, making her head spin for a whole different reason. “Not a chance. Bed. As in my bed, Ms. Tipsy-lightweight.”

  “Are you going to get me to try more new things?” she asked while snuggling her head into the side of Toby’s neck. Heat rolled off him, making her want to get closer. “You’re so warm and comfy.”

  “Jesus. I think you’re a one-glass girl from now on.” Toby entered his room and strode to the bed. Lowering her to the soft bedding, he hovered over her. “Can you get undressed yourself or do you need help?”

  “Undress me.” She went for sexy but when he smiled at her with humor, Madison figured she’d missed the mark. Sighing, she said, “I wish I was sexy.”

  Toby reared back. “What?”

  She pouted. “I’m not sexy.”

  “Mad, you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known.”

  “No I’m not. You don’t want to rip my clothes off all the time.”

  He made a sound that was a mix between a groan and laughter. “You have no idea.”

  “You do want to rip my clothes off?”

  “Madison, I’ve spent the whole day with a semi.”

  “A semi what?”

  The sound he made now was definitely a laugh. “Half a hard-on.”

  Half? “How do you have a half? Show me.” She scrambled up and reached for his pants.

  “Whoa. Wait.”

  “But I want to see. You’re getting me to try new things, right? And I’ve never seen half a hard-on before. Actually, till last night, I’d never see a full one up close and personal.”

  “Fuck.” he pushed her hands away and took a step back. “Let me do it, and we have to be quick.”

  “Why?”

  “Because just the thought of you wanting to see my cock gets me hard; actually showing it to you is guaranteed to have it standing at full-salute attention.”

  “Someone looking at you makes you aroused?”

  He dropped his pants and Madison kept her eyes glued to his groin. She watched as the thick shaft that hung between his legs grew thicker and rose up until it almost brushed his stomach.

  “Wow. You weren’t wrong. That thing just stood right up.” Reaching out, she caressed the steely length from base to tip.

  “Mad,” Toby growled, his hands fisting at his side.

  “I want to suck it again.”

  “Fuck.” He stepped back out of reach. “You�
�re drunk.”

  She laughed. “I’m not that drunk.” Tilting her head to the side, Madison considered his words. “Nope. Not drunk. A little mellow, definitely feeling less inhibited than normal, but not drunk.”

  “Christ, Mad, you’re killing me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’d love nothing more than to tumble you to the bed and let you suck me. To suck you. Lick you. Fuck you into next week.”

  She grinned. “That’s what I want too.”

  “Not until you’re sober.” Toby crossed his arms over his wide chest and took another step away to punctuate his statement.

  “Well, that’s it. I’m never drinking again.” Flopping back on the bed, she threw an arm over her eyes. “How long ’til I’m sober?”

  “Morning.”

  Madison jack-knifed up. “What?”

  “I’ll fuck you in the morning and not before,” he ground out.

  She eyed him. A vein pulsed at the side of his forehead; a matching tic throbbed in his jaw. His eyes were black as night and his whole body was rigid, as though one touch and he’d snap.

  One side of her mouth kicked up. It wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge and get him to throw her down and fuck her.

  She giggled. She’d never even thought of that word before Toby.

  “What’s funny?” he asked.

  “I want you to fuck me.” She laughed. “I can’t believe I’m thinking that word, never mind saying it.”

  “Say it again and I’ll give that suddenly dirty mouth something to shut it up.”

  “Promises, promises,” she teased. Oh my god, where had that come from?

  “Mad.” The upward curl of his lips diminished Toby’s warning tone.

  “What word do you use to call my vagina?”

  “What?” he gasped, his arms dropping to his sides.

  “What—”

  “I heard you. Why do you want to know?”

  “Because I want to use it. I want to call that,” she pointed at his erection, “a cock and this,” she placed her hand over her crotch, “a…”

  “Pussy. Cunt. Either works.” He answered her but she could tell it was grudgingly.

  “Okay.” Madison reached up and undid the bow at the back of her neck. “I want you to put your cock in my cunt.”

  He pounced on her. She let out a scream before laughter bubbled in her chest, bursting from her throat.

  Toby pinned her beneath him. “Are you going to put your cock in my cunt now?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

  “You’ve got a very bad girl hiding behind that prim-and-proper exterior.”

  “Do you like me bad?” Madison asked. She had to admit she kinda liked being bad. Especially with Toby. “Or do you like me good?”

  “I like you any way I can get you.”

  “Well tonight I want to be bad.” She stuck her tongue out and ran it along Toby’s jaw, the friction from his stubble giving her a delicious shiver. “Be bad with me. Please?”

  His eyes dilated. His nostrils flared. “How bad do you want to be, Mad?”

  “As bad as you know how.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Fuck

  She wanted to be bad.

  A glass and a half couldn’t make her that drunk. He could start off slow, work up to the bad stuff, and by then she’d be sober and could easily say no, right?

  He lowered his forehead to hers. “If I touch you and you don’t like it, you have to tell me to stop.”

  “Okay.”

  “Did you like everything we did last night?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, her brow rubbing on his. “Absolutely.”

  “I need to know exactly what you’ve done before me.” God, he didn’t want know about any other guys touching her but he needed that info if he was going to take her further than he already had.

  “I had intercourse. Once.”

  “Once?” he choked out through his suddenly constricted throat.

  “Four years ago.”

  Fuck. No wonder he’d hurt her when he’d rammed inside that first time. He ground his teeth and asked the next question. “Did you come?”

  “No.”

  “You’d never had an orgasm before last night?” Jesus Christ. He might not have been the one to tear through her hymen but he’d been the first in every other way. Pride swelled in his chest. After that initial fuck-up, he’d made sure it was good for her—and he’d make damn sure every time from now on was better.

  “Not with a guy. I’ve given myself a few. They weren’t anything like what you did though.”

  “You’ve masturbated?” Images rolled through his mind. Mad with her small fingers thrusting into her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit. “I want to see you get yourself off.”

  He pushed up and climbed off the bed. Quickly, he got rid of the rest of his clothes then walked to the door and flicked on the overhead light.

  “I want to be able to see your fingers clearly when you shove them up your cunt.” He went with the more dirty term to see what reaction he got from Mad. When she shuddered and clamped her thighs together, he knew she liked it. “Strip.”

  “Now? You want me to masturbate now?” She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. “But I thought…”

  Her eyes zeroed in on his hand working his cock as he walked back towards her. “I’m going to sit on the end of the bed, between your spread legs, and watch you come for me. Then I’m going to drag you to me and shove my cock in your soaking-wet cunt. You want me to do that, don’t you, Mad?”

  ‘Y-yes.” The word hissed between her parted lips. Her eyelids lowered over her lust-filled eyes and her chest rose with each staggered breath.

  “Then strip. Fuck yourself with your fingers for me.”

  In a blur of motion, Madison shimmied out of her clothes and sent them flying. In seconds she was naked, legs spread wide, hand buried in her slick folds in front of him.

  “Fuck that’s hot.” He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled between her feet. He didn’t dare get any closer. Not if he wanted her to get off before he jumped her. “Let me hear you too, baby. I want all those sexy sounds you make when you come.”

  He watched and listened. Stroked his cock and prayed for strength. It didn’t take her long to reach the point of orgasm. Toby couldn’t remember seeing anything as hot as Mad thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy. She manipulated her clit on every third or fourth plunge and he quickly worked out she was trying to prolong her release, pushing herself higher and higher but not over.

  She might not have experienced pleasure with a man but she certainly knew how to find it on her own.

  “That’s it. Take more.” Toby squeezed his cock as a shudder went through him. If she didn’t go off soon he’d be blowing all over the bed. “Deeper. Harder.”

  “Toby.” Madison gasped. Trembled. Bucked. “Oh god. I’m…”

  “Yes. Yes.” He rose up, moved closer and, as she flew over the ledge, he pulled her hand away and shoved himself inside her spasming pussy. “Yes!”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his spine, and surged up to meet him as he pounded into her. He wouldn’t last long and had no hope of getting her to go with him but he’d be sure to make it up to her later.

  Wet heat coated him from root to tip. Slick walls sucked at him as she continued to contract with her waning release.

  Muscles strained. Sweat popped out of every pore. And still he pounded into her. Clenching his jaw he used every ounce of strength to hold off the orgasm boiling in his balls. He slid his hands under her back, curled his hands around her shoulders and held her in place while he drove his hips forward. Harder. Faster.

  Ramming every single inch of his cock in and out of Mad’s tight pussy became his only focus. His gut tightened a split-second before his balls contracted and he went off like a rocket. Jet after jet of come exploded from his cock as he kept up the hard driving pace of impaling her.

  “Toby!”


  He barely registered Mad’s cry, too consumed by the punishing grip of her wet cunt as she came again.

  ***

  Madison struggled to draw in air. Toby’s weight crushed her as his spent body collapsed on top of her. With a grunt, he pushed off, flipping them over and reversing their positions. Once again he showed superior strength by keeping their bodies joined throughout the maneuver.

  For long moments the only sound was their harsh breaths. Last night they’d done some amazing things and she had some spectacular orgasms, but tonight… Her whole body tingled and little ripples of pleasure continued to roll out from her pussy.

  God. She couldn’t believe she’d been brave enough to use those words. And when Toby used them…she trembled with a strong aftershock. She’d climaxed twice and still felt on edge. Being this aroused, for this long, was an eye-opening experience.

  “Jesus. You’re insatiable,” Toby murmured into her hair.

  “It’s your fault.” Finally drawing in a deep breath, she tilted her head back and gazed at him. “Never like this until you.”

  He grinned. One that said he was more than pleased with that piece of information.

  She smiled and wiggled her hips.

  Toby’s mouth thinned, and his gaze turned from happy to worried.

  Her insides clenched. “What?”

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “Why—?” Oh god. “N-no.”

  He closed his eyes. “Shit. I’m sorry.”

  They hadn’t used protection. She could feel how wet she was. Way wetter than she could ever get on her own. Think. Think. Where was she in her cycle?

  “Fuck.” Gripping her hips, Toby lifted her off his cock and, wrapping his arms around her, turned them on their sides. “It never entered my mind. I’ve never done that before. I’m clean. You’ve got not worries there.”

  “It’s okay.” She’d always been regular and she was sure she was due next week. In two days, in fact. “Obviously I’m clean and I know nothing is one hundred percent certain but I’m out of the danger zone. I’ll know Monday.”