Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

All I wanted was relief, for the ache between my thighs to finally relent.
All I wanted was to feel him, hard and hot and out of breath. Once. Just once
before we had to go back to the reality of our lives. I clearly wasn’t thinking
straight, my mind foggy with lust.
I knew it would come back to bite me in the ass. I knew if we did that
there would be no going back to pretending there was no attraction between
us— because I knew Maddox was attracted to me, now. Probably not in the
way I was attracted to him, but at least physically.
I knew if we did this, it would make it so awkward to live together. Yet I
didn’t care, my mind was too hazy with desire.
“I need it, Maddox. Please.” My voice came out so breathy, almost
sultry. I heard him groan.
“We can’t. Fuck, we can’t.”
But his hips ground onto me, his erection digging into my ass. I squeezed
my thighs together, the force of his body rocking against mine added to my
thighs rubbing together produced the most delicate brush against my clit. It
was delicious.
Slowly, my hand found his under my shirt and I squeezed my breast over
his hand.
“Shit, Sofia.” He growled and suddenly, his hips moved faster against my
ass. I squeezed harder, moving back with each thrust, while he played so
delicately with my nipple. “You’ve got the nicest little tits. And those
nipples, oh God…”
And I preened at the compliment, purring in delight as the movement of
his hips coupled with his expert fingers made more wetness ooze out of me. I
didn’t recognize myself, didn’t recognize him either— we were feral,
desperate to come.
The dam which contained all those forbidden feelings, those forbidden
thoughts I’d had for him all these years finally bursting open.