Momentary Lapse

by Toni J Strawn

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Would you like me to make you happy?” Cole smudged a thumb across Madison’s cheek, following the line of her jaw, caressing the shell of her ear.

  She swallowed, trying to coat her tongue with enough moisture to speak.

  “Y-yes.” She nodded in answer to his challenge. Excitement caught at her breath, her skin tightening in expectation.

  She’d wanted something real…

  And from the clear satisfaction on Cole’s face, things were about to get very real.

  Exhilaration lit a fuse through her veins. He jumped up, pulling Madison with him as he rose. The momentum carried her until she was wrapped in his arms. He didn’t stop there. A quick twist and he’d yanked her up, carrying her into the bedroom just as he had the last time they’d ended up in bed. Except this time there wasn’t any protest. Madison was with Cole every step of the way.

  She pressed her lips to his throat, his cheek, his jawline, any sliver of skin she could reach as they fell onto the bed. He rolled so she ended up sprawled on top of him.

  “Take it off. All of it. I want to see every inch of you.” He pushed up her shirt, urging her on, then grappled with his own T-shirt.

  Within moments nothing lay between them but skin. He hadn’t even touched her and Madison was panting, hot and wet and ready. The last of her fractured thoughts melted away as his lips found hers and he thrust his tongue inside, demanding. She braced herself against his shoulder, her hand curling about his face as their tongues danced back and forth. Tasting, stroking, giving, until she had to break free, gasping for air.

  Her hair swung to settle against his chest as she rose to her knees, straddling his thighs. Blood thundered through her veins, pulsing with the throb of desire.

  “What are you going to do now?” Cole’s breath quickened and Madison felt his muscles bunch beneath her as he anticipated her touch.

  She wasn’t any good at playing games. Not with Cole. But she would try. An exaggerated shrug lifted her breasts closer to his mouth, her pink, plump nipples hardening into two inviting nubs. They hovered, just out of his reach. Cole let out a groan, his hands tightening on her waist.

  Madison was in control. The surge of power set a fire in her belly, melting her insides, her confidence pulsing in tempo to her throbbing clit. The look on his face told her how much he was enjoying it—that like her, the moment was only filled with two things. Cole and Madison.

  She smiled invitingly, edging her hips back until her breasts brushed his chest. Her nipples were tight and achy, the sensation a delicious sting of pleasure racing through her. The urge to crush herself to him and rub herself against him was overpowering, but she stopped just shy of touching. She dropped down further, leaving a trail of pebbled skin across his stomach.

  All the time she kept her stare locked on the smoldering blue of his eyes. Nothing short of hypnotizing. Madison sank lower still, her nipples brushing against the smattering of hair trailing down to his navel. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. Her body was so touch-sensitive—she imagined she could feel each individual hair flicking against her. Just before she reached his cock, she wound her way back up his torso, intending to start again. Only her mouth would follow the path this time. She wet her lips, looking forward to the tasting.

  Cole had other plans. He hauled her forward until her breasts were level with his chin. She let out a cry as he ducked his head and fastened his lips on her tight, puckered offerings. He sucked hard. Pleasurable pain sparked straight to her clit, her ass circling restlessly in the air as she mashed her breasts into his mouth.

  It felt good. Too good. Madison allowed herself a few precious moments to melt into the wet warmth before gathering the willpower to pull back. It was her turn. And Madison had in mind exactly what she wanted to do. Giving up control wasn’t part of the plan. Not just yet.

  A rush of power swept through her. Cole saw her as confident. Capable. And they were the very things Madison wanted to be. A strong, self-possessed, sexy, woman—everything she wasn’t.

  Even if it was a lie, she loved the fact Cole allowed her to pretend.

  “Let me.” She drew back on her knees and cupped her breasts. He grumbled when she pulled away, but breath hissed between his teeth as she squeezed her breasts together, rolling and tugging on her engorged nipples.

  Her head fell back as each tug sent an arrow of heat straight to her pussy. Cole made another half-hearted attempt to grab at her, but his focus was more on what she was doing and he relinquished her easily when she wriggled out of his hold.

  “Careful, you don’t want me to bite,” she warned.

  His eyes fell to half-mast. “Maybe I do,” he teased, his voice a tangle of anticipation and desperation.

  His words had shivers of dark desire flaring along her spine. She bared her teeth and lowered her head to nibble at his chest, grazing at his nipples. He tensed, cock jumping to attention against her belly. Gravelly sounds rose from his throat, a low hum against her mouth.

  Madison ignored the throb of her sex that was enticing her to grind against his thigh, impale herself on the thick, male hardness just out of reach. Instead, she painstakingly inched down his body, following the scatter of hair with open-mouth kisses, just like she’d planned. She dipped to taste his navel, his skin like a sweet, spicy explosion in her mouth. She eased back, dropping so her nipples grazed his cock. The velvet hardness brushed her peaks, tingles of warmth blooming between her thighs. Cole groaned and Madison did it again, licking and kissing at his belly.

  “I need to…oh yes.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, pushing them together as he eased his shaft between them.

  Cole flexed his hips and she throbbed with pleasure as the head of his cock emerged from the tight valley he’d created. Once. Twice. He lightly pinched at her nipples and she bucked against him, causing his cock to slide back a few inches. His teeth clenched, his eyes blazing hotly as he pushed forward again.

  This time as he thrust through her breasts, Madison lowered her head to flick her tongue across the tip of his cock. Cole froze and she quickly slithered down to take him into her mouth.

  “Oh. Fuck. Yes.” He shifted restlessly, hands touching her hair before retreating to fist at his sides.

  Madison felt his restraint falter and it drove her on. She gripped the base of his cock, laving around the engorged head, licking across the crest of his foreskin. A shudder racked him as she guided him in and out, creating a smooth slide, allowing her teeth to ever so gently scrape against the skin. Another long lavishing lick of his head. Cole bunched her hair in a painful grip. Madison relished the show of his control slipping. Again and again she swallowed him down, dragging him against her tongue until the sweet, salty taste of precome told her he was close.

  He pulled her away and she allowed him to slide free of her mouth.

  Rolling her eyes upwards, she met his hot, glittering gaze. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  Cole twisted and pushed her onto her back, following until she lay beneath him. He stared down, a dangerous light in his eyes.

  “Oh yes. No holding back,” he promised. “I want it all.”

  He wrenched open the drawer and made a grab for the condoms. They spilled to the floor, but he managed to get hold of one. Cole tore at the packaging with his teeth. Excitement bit as a rush of dampness soaked her thighs. He knelt between her legs, hands securing her hips to the bed.

  “I want to see your face when you come.” His growled words were almost Madison’s undoing.

  A hot flush beaded her body, her nipples tightening, need a deep ache.

  “I want to hear you scream. Will you scream for me?”

  “Oh. Yes.”

  “Good. Then I won’t bother asking if you’re ready.”

  Before she could answer, Cole cupped her ass in one hand, tilting her pelvis to meet the nudge of his
cock.

  He looked down at the view. “Fuck.” He gave a short snarl of pleasure. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

  Madison didn’t have time to process his words before Cole drove into her. Her breath was ripped away with a cry of pleasure. Nothing could have prepared her for the fullness of him inside her, the sound and feel of his balls slapping against her ass as the sheer force of his thrusts shoved her back into the pillow. She raised her arms above her head, bracing the headboard as she found the rhythm.

  Pleasure built up fast, slamming Madison with the same force as Cole slammed deep. There was no time to catch her breath, sensations engulfing her in waves, the scent of their mingled juices a heady spice enveloping her.

  “Give. Me. More.” She gritted her teeth, gripping the white rungs of her headboard. Demanding.

  Without breaking rhythm, Cole lifted her ass higher, shifting to get deeper. Each time his cock buried itself, he let out small grunts of pleasure, accompanied by the smack of his thighs. Madison dug her toes into the sheets, locking her knees to help him, hips rocking faster as she kept pace.

  “Touch yourself. Touch that beautiful pink clit.” Cole’s breathless words encouraged her to release one hand from above her, slither past her belly through her dampened curls.

  He stopped long enough to see her comply, his breath a rough hiss of sound. A sharp pang of pleasure ripped through Madison as her fingers pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves, pressure escalating into mind-numbing ecstasy.

  “Faster. Rub your pussy harder. I want to see you come all over my cock.”

  She shuddered under him as he spurred her on, filling the air with heated demands, winding her higher.

  She felt wanton. Bad. But instead of guilt making her retreat into the safety of her nice shell, Madison embraced the feeling. She threw her head back, closing her eyes to shut everything out except the sensations spilling over her body, the exquisite slide of Cole’s cock, the flick of her fingertips as they rubbed her clit.

  Her breath caught, body tightening, contracting in on itself until it was a single pinpoint of the most intense physical pleasure. She twisted restlessly, the feeling too much to bear as a primal sound built up. The cry when she came ripped out in a garbled chaos of sound, scraping past her throat to spill into the air.

  “Yes. That’s it, babe. Yeeeessss.” Cole’s grip tightened, his hips jerking forward.

  His forehead touched hers, his breath dusting her cheek, his whole body quaking with deep-seated satisfaction. He disposed of the condom before blanketing her with a comforting weight, brushing his lips across hers. Stretching up, Madison deepened the kiss, owning the moment and taking exactly what she wanted. She wasn’t afraid to do anything with Cole in the bedroom. Not anymore. Here, they were equals.

  He found her fingers and gave a gentle squeeze. A pang tore through her chest. It was a pity the story was different in the real world, where Cole was filled with mistrust and derision for the circles she moved in.

  Oh, he wanted her with a scary ferocity, like standing in front of a furnace with the doors open, the heat of each moment stripping back layers of skin until only the innermost truth was left behind. Their passion, desire, need for each other…there had been times when Madison felt close to being swept away by the sheer strength of it.

  No one had ever been so raw or honest. That was what allowed Madison to let the first curl of self-belief take hold in her heart. That what she wanted might just lie within her reach. She was terrified of what came next. Cole was the maestro of control, an indomitable force, so sure of himself—while Madison was merely a novice playing at being a master.

  But she would survive.

  Logan had treated her like a plaything, going through the motions, living up to some ideal instead of letting go to really feel. Her mother had wrapped Madison in artifice, compelling her to live on the surface and shroud her true emotions until she’d become a parody of a living, breathing Barbie doll.

  Until now, she’d been willing to accept this as her life. But Cole had awakened something. She didn’t know if she could go back.

  Madison squashed down the thought. She didn’t want to think too hard about that now. Not when Cole was here. For him, she was willing to delude herself a little longer. Pushing herself onto her knees, she straddled his legs, keeping her lips on his, swallowing his breath down with her kiss as though it were the only thing keeping her alive. Her kiss, her touch became driven by a frantic edge. His breath sucked in through his teeth as she gripped his already stiffening cock.

  “Fuck me. Hard.” She demanded, grinding her hips against his thighs, enjoying the feel of him. Rough and unyielding.

  His gaze locked on her face, the depths lit with ice and fire. “Show me,” he growled.

  Madison snagged up a condom. She loved the jerk and twitch of his cock as she rolled it over his hardening shaft. Raising herself on her knees, she positioned his length beneath her, soaking his head in her creamy desire. She drew it up and down her slit, teasing as she pushed him inside her the tiniest bit, then pulled back to rub him against her clitoris.

  Cole’s hands tangled in the sheets, his jaw clenched tight. “Do it,” he gasped.

  Madison couldn’t wait. She eased down onto his cock, then rose again finding a fast, rocking tempo. She rode Cole relentlessly, driven by a frantic need to claim him as he had surely claimed her. The orgasm built up hard and fast and at the touch of Cole’s thumb to her clit, she clenched tight around him, heat exploding in a ball of pleasure that engulfed them both.

  Still it wasn’t enough. Madison barely gave them both time to recover before she leapt on him again. Lips, teeth, breasts…she saturated herself in Cole’s pleasure, desperate to drink her fill unless it was snatched from her grasp.

  * * * * *

  “When does this end?” Wrapped in his arms a few hours later, Madison asked the question she’d been holding back too long.

  Cole frowned. “When I move down here, I guess,” he said, avoiding her stare. “Or if Jess doesn’t need you anymore.”

  When I don’t need you.

  The unspoken words lay between them and her chest squeezed tight. In some ways, it was a relief to hear the truth. This brief interlude with Cole was a solar flare, blindingly sweet but not enduring. She needed to keep reminding herself of that, in case she fell into the trap of wishing it could last forever.

  And it forced Madison to keep thinking about her own future. She couldn’t stay wrapped in the cocoon of another false world, no more real than the one her mother had created.

  She closed her eyes and resumed the flick and slide of her fingers across the smoothness of his skin, letting the reality of her situation sink in and envelop her.

  Sooner or later, Madison’s past would catch up with her. Sooner or later, she’d need to decide once and for all where she belonged.

  For now she was content to live in limbo and share Jess and Cole’s world. Although that wasn’t always smooth sailing either. Brother and sister were often quick to fall into sibling bickering, usually focused around what Jess was doing….or not doing.

  Something Madison was reminded of later in the morning when Cole finally let her out of bed. Jess got up not long after them and as soon as he saw her, he couldn’t help himself.

  “I haven’t seen you do your stretches for a while.” Cole never seemed to be able to leave well enough alone. And he failed miserably at reading the situation where his sister was concerned. He took poking the bear to a whole new level.

  “I do them in my room,” Jess was quick to snap back. “When you’re not around to badger me.”

  “Well maybe if I saw some kind of improvement…” Cole muttered under his breath.

  Jess opened her mouth to argue, but Madison cut in. “I’m heading out for coffee. Want to come, Jess?” She grabbed her bag and jacket from the rack by the door
. “It’s single origin day at Kiva’s. Jamaican beans. You haven’t tried those.”

  “What. Ja’ makin’ me crazy?” The start of a smile appeared on Jess’s lips.

  Jess had been fancying herself as a bit of a coffee connoisseur since Madison had introduced her to better quality beans. The promise of a new brew was the one thing guaranteed to get Jess out of the house.

  “So, you’ll come?” Madison opened the door, as if she didn’t care whether or not Jess followed. She’d figured out early Jess was not a girl to be pushed.

  “Yeah. Wait up, I’ll grab a sweater.”

  “Why don’t I come along? My treat.” Cole stood, sharing a small smile of thanks with Madison.

  But Jess obviously wasn’t ready to forgive his latest dig. “Oh. Well, if you’re going, I won’t bother.” She stopped half-way to the door.

  If Madison hadn’t been looking at Cole when Jess rebuffed his offer, she would have missed the flicker in his eyes—the flash of hurt he hid behind a shrug and a smile.

  “No, that’s okay. You go ahead. I have to drop in and see Marcus anyway.” He carried on flipping the laptop lid down and grabbing his keys as if his sister hadn’t just stabbed him in the heart.

  Madison busied herself with her bag, not wanting Cole to know she’d witnessed Jess’s deliberate snub. She felt for him. Cole loved his sister. Anyone could see he would do anything for her. And Madison was beginning to understand his game, the way he drew Jess’s anger, set himself up as a target so she took her pain out on him. Not on herself.

  “You’ll be okay?” Madison couldn’t help asking.

  “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” Cole dropped a quick kiss on her lips as he went out the door.

  Madison didn’t let him escape so easy. She slid her arms around his neck and drew him closer. His mouth softened against hers and she stroked her tongue inside his mouth, deepening the kiss. She pulled back slowly, tugging on his bottom lip with a gentle nip of her teeth.

  “Until later then,” she said, her words full of dark promise.