“I used to fantasize about all the things we never got to do,” he says. “I want to do all of them. But I want to start by having you ride me again, Celeste.”
The rough, needy heat in his tone makes my skin tingle, so I nod, and before I can even fully articulate my desire, he rolls us so I’m astride him with my hands against his chest for balance.
“Now?” I ask, which is a stupid question. Of course now. I glance at Leo, who’s still unconscious and angelic, and a spike of worry dampens my desire.
“We’ll be slow and noisy and he can join us once he comes to. Would you like it if he takes you from behind while I’m fucking you?” He twists the plug inside me, and my core tightens, the reflex only succeeding in making me shiver from ecstasy.
“I would,” I rasp. “Hey, Le—” Maddox stops me with a finger to my lips.
“Not yet. Let me have you for a few minutes first.” He twists to one side, stretching to reach his nightstand and the strip of condoms. It’s my turn to stop him with a hand on his arm.
“I don’t want anything between us. I know you’re clean. You have a sign in your shop that says you get tested, and I’ve been on birth control forever. I was honestly surprised you wore one with Leo.”
He relaxes and looks up at me. “It’s a hygiene thing with the anal, really. There are ways to prep to keep things pristine but we didn’t exactly plan this. Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I tell him, a flush of heat rising through me in anticipation of having him inside me again for the first time in more than a decade. “I want you just the way I had you twelve years ago.”
He smiles. “I’m not going downstairs to fuck you in the locker room. It’s cold down there.”
Shifting my hips, I grasp his cock and squeeze, pressing him against my clit. “You know what I mean.”
Resting his hands on my hips, he settles back with a smile. “Sweetness, nothing about tonight bears any resemblance to twelve years ago, but you do whatever makes you happy.”
I’m soaked, my pussy gliding along the underside of his cock, sending tiny shockwaves through my body. Rising up, I aim him at my opening, keeping my eyes fixed on his, just visible through the darkness.
He lets out a rough groan as I sink down. “Goddamn I love you,” he says, and it isn’t just my pussy and ass that feel too full now. It’s my heart too.
“I missed you,” I whisper, rocking slowly to savor the way he feels. Lowering myself over him, I brace my hands on either side of his head and kiss him, loving the way he picks up the slack and starts driving up into me in slow, hard thrusts. Something about the way he fucks is so different than how Leo does it. Leo is either rapid, desperate, and intense, or slow and super gentle. There’s no real middle ground with him. Maddox fucks like he’s trying to match the rhythm of my heartbeat with a strong, steady tempo that reminds me I’m alive with every hard stroke.
His hands stay on my hips, squeezing for several seconds, then move back to my ass again. One strays between my cheeks, and I tingle in anticipation of more teasing with the plug. But he only presses on it once, then stops.
Except, suddenly, my entire ass is alive with sensation, and it takes a second to realize that the plug is vibrating. I jerk my hips down onto his cock and throw my head back with a cry that’s part surprise, part unexpected pleasure as my body hurtles toward an orgasm more swiftly than I can even process.
“Oh God, I can’t! Ah!”
Then it stops and I’m left sitting on his cock, the near miss with oblivion leaving me dazed and gasping for breath. He’s grinning up at me, and his huge dick seems to flex inside me. “Good, huh?”
I’m too incoherent to reply so I just stare at him. I think I had a mini orgasm in those couple seconds, and I need a minute to recover. I collapse onto his chest.
“You enjoy driving me crazy, don’t you?” It’s half complaint, half praise because I love the way he surprised me.
“I enjoy seeing you fall to pieces. In a good way, I mean.” He pushes into me again, and I squeeze my muscles around him, then push up against his chest so I can look into his eyes. He gives me a searching look, his lips stretching into a smug smile when he moves his hips again, and my mouth falls open in pleasure. He’s killing me, but his glance at Leo reminds me what we’re holding out for.
Leo is still sound asleep, curled on his side with the pillow bunched between his shoulder and his head. He has bad dreams sometimes, so it’s always a relief to see him so serene. It isn’t until his brows twitch and he stirs a little that I realize Maddox has slipped one arm under the sheet and down to Leo’s groin. From the movements, he must be stroking Leo’s cock.
“I thought you didn’t want to wake him up,” I whisper.
“I’m done waiting,” he shoots back. Then to Leo he says, “Look alive, brother. The sweetest ass in the world is ready for you, and isn’t gonna fuck itself.”
33
Leo
When I open my eyes, the sight is even better than the filthy dream I was having. Not only is Celeste sitting astride Maddox, hair a wild mess, but he has his hand around my dick, stroking me. I let out a low hum
