One Night with Sole Regret 02 Tempt Me (8 page)

“
How many men have you
fucked, Madison?” he asked, his strong hand connecting with her
stinging ass a second time. “Tell me.”

She groaned, so aware of the empty
ache in her pussy that she worked his leg between hers and rubbed
her mound against his thigh. “In my entire life?” she asked. She
kind of liked that he was jealous, even though he had nothing to be
jealous about.

“
Since we met.” He spanked
her again. Her entire body trembled with need.

She fumbled under her dress to push
her panties down. They got caught on his thigh, but she couldn’t
find the strength to move away. She wanted him buried inside her
while he spanked her.

“
One,” she admitted. “Just
one.”

His palm connected again, and she
thought she might die if he didn’t fill her soon.

“
What was his
name?”

“
Adam,” she said. “His name
was Adam Taylor.”

He went still, his hand resting on her
sensitized ass cheek. Wanting him to continue, she
whimpered.

Adam’s eyes widened and he shook his
head in astonishment. “I’m the only one?”

Tears flooded her eyes and she nodded.
Damn it. She was an emotional wreck again. “Please, Adam, don’t
make me cry. I need you to fuck me and spank me at the same
time.”

He moved so fast, she stumbled. In an
instant she found herself bent forward over the back of a sofa with
her panties around her knees and a big stiff cock seeking entrance
into her swollen pussy. He surged forward, filling her in one deep,
hard thrust. “I always have the best intentions to please you with
slow, tender lovemaking and end up driving my cock into you like an
animal.” His cock buried deep, he slapped her ass and she cried
out, squirming against him. “Why is that, Madison? Why do you tempt
me into taking you so rough?”

“
I like it.” She groaned,
her face pressed against a sofa cushion. “I like you to fuck me,
Adam. No one else has ever fucked me hard. Spanked me. Pulled my
hair. Pounded me in the ass. I love it. All of it. Don't make me
beg.”

He slapped her ass again, and she
whimpered. “Maybe I like to hear you beg, babe. Maybe that's why I
hesitate and tell myself I should treat you gently. Because I know
if I take it slow, you’ll beg to be fucked.”

She rocked her hips against
him, impatient for the deep, hard thrusts she craved.
Why
was he holding
still?

“
Adam,” she whispered
desperately. “Please.”

“
Please what?”

“
Move.”

He rubbed her ass, which was stinging
yet craving another swat. “Your ass is really red,” he said. “Did I
spank you too hard?”

Was he intentionally trying to drive
her insane? “No, I like it. I want you to spank me hard. And I want
you to fuck me even harder.” She wriggled her hips, hoping he'd
take the hint.

Finally, he began to thrust. Deep and
forcefully, just as she wanted it. When his hand slapped her ass
again, she cried out, her pussy clenching his cock.

“
Damn, that feels good,” he
said. He spanked her yet untouched ass cheek and she clenched
again, the stinging pain causing her muscles to contract
automatically. Within a few thrusts and swats, she peaked and was
screaming her release into the sofa cushion.

“
God, I wish I had some
lube with me. I want to punish your ass so bad right
now.”

He rubbed her puckered hole with his
finger, and she moaned. She didn't think she could want more after
the amazing orgasm she'd just experienced, but her ass suddenly
felt hopelessly empty. She squirmed, trying to get his finger to
dip inside her. She whimpered. “Please. Take my ass.”

He pulled out. She was lightheaded
from standing bent in half for so long, so it took her a moment to
realize the soft, warm, wet thing rubbing against her aching
asshole was his tongue. He'd never licked her there before. Her
legs began to tremble as pleasure raged through her core. The
naughty, dirtiness of his actions fueled her excitement into an
inferno of lust.

“
Adam,” she called
breathlessly. “Oh God, that is the hottest thing ever.”

His tongue dipped inside her and her
knees gave out. She clung to the back of the sofa so she didn’t
sink to the floor. He kissed a trail up the crack of her ass and
lower back as he rose again. She heard him open a condom and her
pussy clenched. He only wore condoms when he fucked her ass. Oh
yes, she couldn't wait.

“
Hurry,” she
pleaded.

He rubbed his cock through the juices
wetting her seam and then the head of his cock brushed her
saliva-slickened hole. He struggled to enter.

“
Not wet enough,” he said.
“Even with the lubricated condom.”

She didn't care. She pushed back
against him, taking him inside a few inches. She loved that full,
hot feeling that made heat prickle her skin as he slipped into her
receptive ass. Even the soles of her feet tingled in awareness of
his invasion.

“
It's good enough,” she
insisted. “Go deep.”

His fingers slipped inside her pussy,
collecting her cum and rubbing it over the connection between their
bodies. His cock slid an inch deeper.

“
Are you sure?”

He was always so worried
that he was going to hurt her. That she was fragile. That she'd
break. She supposed she should be grateful that he was so careful,
but she didn't need him to be. If she wanted him to stop, she'd
tell him. Maybe that's why he held back. Maybe he didn't think she
was capable of telling him no, because she never did. Not because
she couldn't or because she was afraid to. She never
wanted
to.

“
I'll tell you if I need
you to stop,” she said breathlessly.

“
Promise?”

She nodded.

He didn't take her as deep
as she liked it, but his shallow rapid thrusts tugged at her ass
just right and she was soon writhing against the back of the sofa
in ecstasy. With each thrust, he inched deeper. Deeper.
Yes! Deeper, Adam.
She
wasn’t sure if she was thinking the demand or chanting it
aloud.

When he swatted her ass
unexpectedly, her back arched and she felt him inside her even more
distinctly.
Oh!
She straightened her back slowly and rose to standing, each of
his deep thrusts stimulating her in a slightly different place as
the angle of his penetration changed.

“
God, Madison.” Adam
groaned. One of his hands threaded through her hair and tugged her
upright, the other moved to her breast, kneading her sensitized
flesh, plucking at her tender nipple until it ached almost as much
as her empty pussy.

She didn’t know why this turned her on
so much—to be filled from behind. Her vagina rippling with spasms
of unfulfilled need. Her ass protesting the invasion.

Adam’s hot breath came in jerky gasps
against her shoulder. He was getting close. His hand moved from her
breast to between her thighs. The heel of his hand ground into her
clit; his strong, calloused fingers slid through her center,
dipping sporadically into her wet opening.

“
Fly with me, babe,” he
said brokenly, giving her hair a demanding tug. “Fly.”

She let go, straining against his hand
and his cock as she took her release. The pleasure was so exquisite
that tears streamed from her eyes. “Adam,” she whispered as his
body jerked behind her.

He gasped brokenly and cried out an
indistinguishable mantra of curses and disjointed
syllables.

How could she have ever thought she’d
be able walk away from him? He left her incapable of walking.
Figuratively and, after that wonderfully rough fuck in the ass,
literally.

Adam released his hold on
Madison’s hair and tugged her body closer, his hand still cupped
possessively over her mound. He stroked her drenched lips with two
fingers, drawing intermittent shudders from her slight frame. He
loved that he could give her such pleasure. Loved that she opened
herself to him. Loved
her
.

He’d never felt this all-encompassing
need to possess a woman before. It had to be more than lust. More
than affection. More than friendship. More even than gratitude for
all she’d done for him. A hell of a lot more than simple
infatuation. There was no other word for it. He loved her. Why had
he not realized it until he’d been threatened with her leaving
him?

“
Madison?” he murmured
against her sweat-damp neck. His arm squeezed tighter just beneath
her ribs.

“
Y-yes?”

Did she love him? Could any woman as
wonderful and as fundamentally good as Madison Fairbanks give a
shit about someone like him?

Adam took a deep breath. “I
lo—”

A sharp knock rattled the dressing
room door. “Ten minutes,” someone called from the hall
outside.

Madison tensed and jerked away.
Watching her struggle to pull her panties up her trembling thighs
nearly broke his heart. Her inability to meet his eyes. The blush
of shame on her beautiful face. After the concert, he’d take her to
bed, hold her naked body against his for as long as he liked, take
her gently, tell her he loved her. A thousand times. A thousand
ways. Tell her. Show her. Love her.

“
You’re beautiful,” he
said, kissing her bare shoulder as she worked to return her dress
to its proper location.

She smiled shyly, and his heart
panged. He had it so bad for her.

Her blue eyes flicked up to meet his
briefly and her blush deepened. “Thank you.”

“
Do you want to watch the
concert tonight?”

“
Of course. I wouldn’t miss
it.” She kissed his cheek. “Is there a bathroom in here? Or do I
have to take the walk of shame?” She took a step to the side and
winced. “Hobble of shame?”

“
Are you okay?”

“
Never better,” she said
breathlessly.

He settled a hand on her lower back
and directed her to the restroom. She locked herself in one of the
two stalls while he disposed of his expended condom and cleaned up
in the sink.

Another knock sounded on the dressing
room door. “Adam, are you in there?”

“
One minute,” he
yelled.

“
You don’t have a
minute.”

“
Madison, are you ready?”
He hurriedly tucked his recently washed and still damp dick into
his pants.

“
Go on ahead,” she said.
“I’ll catch up.”

He really wanted her on his
arm when he’d arrived backstage. Wanted to show her off.
This beautiful, wonderful, sexy-as-sin woman is
mine. You may look—and seethe with envy—but never touch.
Since they’d met, she’d only given herself to one
man. Him. And it was going to stay that way. Should knowing she’d
been true to him, even though he hadn’t asked it of her, make his
chest swell with pride? Maybe not, but it did.

“
They won’t start without
me,” he said. “I can wait a few minutes.”

“
I
 . . . 
uh . . . need a bit of
privacy
.”

He chuckled. How could she still be
shy around him about anything her body did?

“
Okay, I’ll go, but I want
to see you standing in my corner of the stage by the end of the
first song.”

“
I’ll be there.”

When Adam arrived behind the stage,
the entire band was waiting in the wings. Their pointed glares
bounced right off him. Adam didn’t give a shit if they were pissed.
He was in love.

Jack handed him his silver guitar and
attached his wireless transmitter to the back of his
belt.

“
The show started five
minutes ago,” Shade grumbled.

“
I don't hear any
music.”

“
I know your dick means a
lot to you, but you need to get your priorities
straight.”

“
Don't start with me,” Adam
warned. Could they get through a single day without arguing? Yeah,
he was five minutes late, so what? He'd been concerned for Madison.
She had to be hurting. In the future, he'd make sure he carried
lube in his pocket whenever her sexy and always eager ass was
within reach.

Owen, who started the show, shook his
head at both of them. “Are we going to stand here and listen to you
two bitch at each other, or should I proceed?”

Adam stuck a sound feed into one ear
and an earplug into the other. “What's the hold-up?” the head of
their sound crew shouted into his ear.

“
Adam was getting laid.
Again,” Shade said. “You know what he's like. Two girls a night.
Three. Four. He doesn't discriminate if it has a
vagina.”

Like
he
could talk.

“
Shut up,” Adam said. He
wasn't sure if he deserved his reputation. Especially in recent
months. A year ago? Sure. He'd fucked anything that stood still
long enough for him to mount it. But now? He
was
getting his priorities straight.
Or trying to. No one seemed to take notice of his efforts to keep
clean and sober or to forge a steady relationship. He wasn't an
irresponsible kid anymore. Would he ever live down the mistakes of
his past? Madison seemed to be the only one who saw who he was
becoming. Everyone else had pegged him long ago and held him down
in the hole they’d chosen for him. Was it even possible to dig
himself out of that hole at this point?