Free Madison's Quest by Jory Strong Page B

head.
    Heat rippled through her stomach at the raw hunger in his
eyes.
    His mouth slowly descended, as if he were giving her plenty
of time to think about Shane and change her mind, or maybe he was giving
himself that time.
    She met him halfway, her arms going around his neck, her
heart pounding harder, beating against his chest as her tongue licked along the
seam of his mouth then touched his for the first time.
    His moan of surrender was answered by one of her own. Giving
in felt as good as she’d known it would, as right as she’d feared.
    He hugged her to him, the hard muscles in his chest and arms
offering strength and sanctuary.
    She closed her eyes, hands fisting in hair that was close in
color to her own blonde. She gave herself over to pure sensation, the scent and
taste and pleasure of Tyler.
    Her tongue rubbed against his, twined with his, retreating
only for the infinitesimal separation necessary to allow breath.
    Firm hands glided over her back. Tyler’s fingers traced the
line of her peach-colored boy shorts and the heat between her legs intensified.
    Her clit was as swollen and sensitive as the nipples stabbing
against the tank top. She arched into him, pressed her breasts to his chest.
    Her teeth grasped his bottom lip. She sucked it and felt
pleasure shudder through him.
    He pushed his hands beneath the tank, sliding them upward, strong
fingers tracing her spine, her shoulder blades, gliding around to cup her
breasts.
    His thumbs rubbed back and forth across taut nipples, making
her ache for more, for always.
    She pressed against him. Kicked the sheets still covering
her thighs downward.
    Liquid desire pooled between her legs. The crotch of the boy
shorts was drenched, the feel of material against her skin already unbearable.
    She forced a hand out of his hair and between their bodies
to the front of his jeans. Tyler moaned, hips jerking, the hands on her breasts
tightening, thumbs pressing, circling, sending pleasure streaking from her
nipples to her clit.
    She cradled his erection, slid her hand up and down,
stroking him through the soft material of the distressed jeans.
    “Tease,” he panted.
    “All’s fair.”
    “That sounds like something Lyric would say.”
    “Or Shane.”
    Tyler’s mouth slammed down on hers. Lips and tongue more
aggressive.
    The possibility that it was because of the mention of Shane
did nothing to diminish her desire.
    She stroked Tyler through the jeans, and he matched her
movements with the plunge and retreat of his tongue.
    The need built with each thrust and rub and stroke. For more
contact. For more pleasure. For more everything.
    He broke the kiss, grabbed the tank and she raced to lift
her arms.
    He tugged upward, stripping it off her and tossing it away
in a single smooth motion.
    His gaze zeroed in on her breasts.
    Rapid pleasure pulsed through her at the darkening of his
eyes, the parting of his lips.
    “You’re a wet dream waiting to happen. You know that, right?”
he said.
    She reached, grasped his hair, letting it slide through her
hands on the way to his shoulders. “You don’t need the dream. You’ve got the
real thing.”
    “Good point.”
    His mouth returned to hers. His thumbs returned to her
nipples, this time joined by other fingers. He matched the pull and squeeze and
twist of her nipples with the thrust of his tongue, using pleasure to urge her
onto her back.
    He straddled her.
    She opened the front of his jeans.
    His cock emerged. Hard and velvety soft and throbbing.
    She took it in her hand, rubbed her thumb along the wet, darkened
head.
    Tyler jerked, gave a panted moan, not sure he would survive,
not sure he wanted to.
    She was killing him. Between Madison and Shane, it felt as
if he’d been primed and ready to blow for hours.
    Her hand moved on his shaft.
    Down. Up.
    Driving thought away.
    His balls felt like they were going to explode.
    Down. Up. Another rub over his cock head and pleasure nearly
drove his head back and his eyes