Mad Love (Hearts Are Wild): Hearts Are Wild (8 page)

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Toby’s head was going to explode.

Both of them.

“Yeah. Like that.” He rocked up into
Madison’s hand.

She’d gripped him with uncertainty at first,
now she worked her hand over his cock with the confidence of
someone who knew her touch brought pleasure. He pulsed in her palm
and she squeezed her fingers tighter, more blood rushed into his
shaft, making him harder.

God. He threw his head back on the pillow and
grit his teeth. Had a hand job ever felt this good?

She learned quickly what set him off. The
sweep of her thumb over his crown on the upstroke, the roll of his
balls on the down, and the slight twist of her wrist with every
pull. She’d mastered him without even trying. Her innocence and
curiosity added to the pleasure.

He’d figured out Madison had limited sexual
experience and he was willing to let her explore to her heart’s
content. He just wasn’t sure he could handle it without giving her
a handful. And he wasn’t talking about his junk currently in her
hand. If she kept it up, he’d be dumping a load all over both of
them.

“Can I make you ejaculate?”

Fuck
. His body went rigid, his groin
throbbed. Even her clinical words got him off. “You want to give me
a hand job?” he rasped out through clenched teeth.

“Is that okay?”

Toby laughed then groaned when her fingers
tightened around him. “Fuck. Yes. Whatever you want.” He’d stand on
his fucking head and suck his damn thumb if she kept doing what she
was doing.

“When you do, can I taste it?”

Jesus. Shit. Fuck.
He pumped his
hips, drove his cock through her tight grasp. “Harder. Faster.”

“Like this?”

“Argh…”

“And this?” She cupped his balls in her other
hand, squeezed gently, rolled them. “Does that feel okay?”

“Yes. Everything.” He panted. “Don’t.
Stop.”

Fuck. He was ridiculously close to coming.
Embarrassingly close.

Her grip grew tighter and quicker and Toby’s
eyes crossed as she took him over the edge. Hips bucking, his cock
jerked with each pulse of come spilling from the head. Sperm coated
his belly and Madison’s hand, the glide of her fingers easier with
the aid of his natural lube.

“Jesus. Mad.” He dragged in a breath and
clamped his jaw as she lowered her head and tentatively licked at
him. “Fuu…ck.”

She took him into her mouth, her lips
stretching around the crown and sliding down his shaft a good
couple of inches. A hum vibrated through him and settled in his
balls. They may have just emptied a load but he’d be damned if they
weren’t tingling and throbbing like they were ready to launch
another one.

She increased the suction as she lifted off
him. “It’s salty.” She took a swipe at the pool of come on his
stomach with the flat of her tongue. “Not as creamy as I
expected.”

Every part of him went rock hard. Include the
cock that had just exploded in release.

Jesus, she was killing him. Her guileless
commentary of her discoveries, the way she studied his come with an
innocent fascination, shouldn’t turn him on. It did. Everything
about her captivated him, from her prudish schoolmarm persona, to
this curious sexually uninhibited woman lapping at his cock—and the
many facets of Madison in between—Toby wanted to know them all.

He wanted to be the one to show her new
things. Watch while she explored a world of pleasure she’d either
been denied or denied herself. Whatever the reason, he planned to
be the one to show her everything she’d missed.

Starting with one of his favorite
positions.

Gripping her waist, Toby spun her around and
brought her over the top of him so she faced his feet. “Put your
knees on either side of my head,” he demanded.

She did so without question and he smiled.
Wiggling a bit, he lined himself up so his face was right near that
sweet pussy of hers.

“How do you feel about math?”

“What?” She arched her back and tucked her
head, staring at him through the gap between their torsos. “I don’t
understand.”

“I’m gonna teach you all about the number
sixty-nine.” He rocked his hips so his cock brushed the side of her
face. “Suck me while I lick you.”

Her eyes widened, a harsh breath rushing
through her parted lips as she turned and brought her mouth a
millimeter from his throbbing length. “Mmm…”

Toby didn’t need to say anything else. Not
that he could. The second she parted those plush lips and sucked
him inside, he wasn’t capable of making anything with his vocal
cords other than animalistic sounds of pleasure.

Lust whipped at him. Clawed and dragged as
ecstasy lashed through him. Wanting nothing more than to take her
with him—to make her feel the deep erotic thrill that rocked him to
his bones—he leaned up and all but swallowed her slick pussy
whole.

In minutes they were dancing on the brink of
release. Moving together faster and faster until Toby couldn’t hold
out any longer. His third orgasm of the night tore through him as
though it were the first. It took him hard and without mercy.

He barely registered the tight suction of
Mad’s mouth as she drew every drop of come from him. Heart racing,
breath heaving in his chest, he used his fingers and thumb to shove
her off the cliff with him.

She cried out around his cock and another
spasm gripped him. Groaning against her thigh, he gentled his
strokes, eased her down as the last of her release rippled through
her.

Sapped of energy, it took effort to spin her
so she lay draped over his chest, her head snuggled beneath his
chin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her ragged
breath and heart beat lulling him to sleep.

“Morning.” Toby nuzzled his nose on the soft
skin in the curve of Madison’s neck.

She turned into him, snuggled against his
chest. “Hmm…what time is it?”

Her sleepy voice purred over him, making him
smile. He could get used to waking up to her. Glancing at the
clock, he said, “Barely nine.”

“God.” She groaned. “We haven’t even had four
hours’ sleep.”

He smiled. “Yeah, but the day’s a-wastin’.”
Toby slapped her ass and rolled out of bed. “We’ve got plans.”

“Plans?” Her tussled head came off the pillow
and she aimed wide, sleepy eyes his way. “We don’t have plans.”

“We most certainly do. Starting with a
shower.” He scooped her up in his arms—something he was becoming
fond of doing—and carried her to the bathroom.

“Tobias.”

Her indignant cry made him grin.
“Madison.”

“Put me down.”

“Sure.” Walking into the shower, he lowered
her to her feet. “Happy now?”

She scowled up at him, opened her mouth, but
whatever she was going to say turned into a shriek when he flicked
on the tap and a burst of cold water hit them.

Laughing, Toby wrapped an arm around her
waist and spun her around so her back was to the wall. “Let’s make
sure you’re good and dirty before we clean you up.”

“Toby…” She gasped and shivered as he ran his
tongue down her throat on the way to his knees.

He’d discovered last night Madison found
particular pleasure in having his mouth on her. Wrapping his hands
around her thighs, he lifted her up and brought her legs over his
shoulders. Pink flesh, already glistening with her arousal, spread
before him. He leaned in and feasted.

She gripped his head, twisted her fingers in
his hair and rocked her hips toward him. He took her up fast.
Pushed her to the razor’s edge of release and held her there until
she begged.

“Please.” She tugged on his hair. Thrust her
pussy against his mouth. “More.”

He gave it to her. Teeth and tongue and lips.
Fingers plunging hard and deep, and the pressure of his thumb on
that tight rosette he’d yet to fuck. They’d get to that. Not today
though. Today he was going to make her come, and while she was all
soft and compliant, he’d get her to agree to join him at his
family’s barbeque.

With his goal in mind, Toby sucked her clit
between his lips and flicked with his tongue as he drove three
fingers into her clenching pussy. She jerked. If it weren’t for the
wall behind her, supporting her back, they would have toppled to
the floor.

Her orgasm broke over her and she writhed
against him. His fingers sank deeper with each contraction and the
thumb pressed to her anus breached that virgin territory.

A cry tore from her throat. The extra
stimulation set off a new wave of spasms and Madison became a
livewire in his arms. She thrashed and bucked and dug her nails
into his scalp. He rode it with her, kept up the carnal assault
until the final quake turned to a tremor. And still he kept at her,
brought her down from that high peak to the melted valley of
release.

She went limp, her body draping over his head
and, slipping her legs from his shoulders he settled her onto his
lap, her thighs straddling his. He stroked a hand over her
hair—still in a bun but now thoroughly messed and hanging from the
back of her head with all they’d done in the last twelve hours—down
her back and waited for her breathing to return to normal.

“You okay?” he murmured into her temple where
he nuzzled the wisps of wet hair.

“Mmm…”

Toby smiled and held her close. He’d known
beneath Madison’s cool exterior he’d find layers, but he never
dreamed he’d find the responsive woman currently in his arms. Time
and again during the night she’d proven to be his equal in sexual
appetite, and her willingness to try anything he suggested blew him
away. Her proclivities appeared to be a match for his as well.

She stirred in his arms and he was reminded
again of her size. At least a foot shorter than him with delicate
bones that disguised surprising strength, Madison was a deceptive
package. She’d handled him with ease, even when she’d been unsure
of herself she hadn’t backed away; she’d gone after what she
wanted.

What
he
wanted was to know every
inch of her. Inside and out.

And he didn’t just mean physically.

He wanted to know what made her tick. What
she liked and didn’t. Where did she see herself in five years…ten?
Did she want to get married? Have children? Continue to teach or
stay at home to raise her family? So many questions. But he
wouldn’t find the answers sitting at the bottom of his shower.

“Up we get.” He got to his feet, held her
pressed against his chest and turned under the water. “Good thing
I’ve got instant hot water.”

Madison tilted her head back to look at him
with a contented smile. “Good thing.”

He returned her smile with a wide one of his
own. “Let’s use it to get you clean, now I’ve made you all dirty.”
He spun her around, put her on her feet, and reached for the soap
with one hand while keeping the other curled around her waist.
“Stand right there.”

When she was steady, he lathered his hands
and proceeded to turn a simple wash into a sensual massage. When
her head lowered, her chin hitting her chest, he made his move.

“Want to get some breakfast here or on the
way to your house?”

“I can make French toast if you have the
right ingredients.”

Toby grinned. “Excellent.” He ran a hand up
her spine, getting a moan as reward.

“Do you have coffee?”

“Who doesn’t have coffee?” Dragging both
hands up her ribs, he moved them around to cup her tits. “We need
to go to the shops to pick up some steaks for later.”

“Okay.” She moved into his touch, her back
arching, her boobs lifting into his palms.

“We’ll stop at your place on the way so you
can get changed.”

“Mmm… Okay.” Madison languidly leaned back
against him.

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head and
gave her tits one last squeeze before turning her under the spray
to wash away the remaining suds.

***

Madison’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror
and the man following her. She was more than a little befuddled at
what was going on. So much had changed since Wednesday when she was
forced to accept Toby as her co-teacher.

They’d spent the night together.

Technically they’d spent two nights together,
but last night had been nothing like the first one. The things he’d
done to her—with her. The things she’d done to
him
. Even
now, a flush rose up her chest and heated her face. Her sex
clenched, her nipples pebbled. From her tumbled hair to her rosy
cheeks to her sore muscles and intimate parts, her whole body was
one big blooming advertisement for lascivious activity.

She looked like she’d spent the night rolling
around in bed having hot sex. The look was so foreign, Madison kept
doing a double take whenever she caught a glimpse of herself. And
she didn’t even want to think about the roller coaster of emotions
or the barrage of sensations swamping her.

A part of her wanted to just go with it.
Wanted to let him lead her wherever he chose to take them. She’d
been doing that since last night and so far he’d given her amazing
pleasure and made her feel sexy, desired—normal. He was the first
man to ever make her feel those things.

She’d spent her whole life a step apart. Not
by choice. Circumstances had led her to the fringes of whatever
environment she was in. From the age of thirteen she’d been
surrounded by people older than her. Not that she’d ever really
interacted with those her own age before that. Her parents had her
on a strict study regime that didn’t allow for socializing with
other kids.

There was no frame of reference for her
interaction with Toby. She didn’t know what to think or what to do
or how to act.

She’d never felt so out of control.