Spring Break (Phoebe & Madsen Part 1) Page 6

  At some point during the night, I found myself in Madsen’s arms, my legs twined with his and my head on his chest. The breaths are comforting and the beat of his heart is in tempo with my own. I take a moment to appreciate the man and his amazing body. Madsen is naturally athletic and I’ve never understood why he isn’t on the swim team. He’s lean and muscular with a back that can and does send any woman into a puddle of goo.

  Peeling myself from his embrace, I quietly creep into the bathroom. I pause at the sink and look at my toothbrush. I can tell by how dark the room still is that it’s very early morning. I’m going to crawl back into that bed, but if I brush my teeth, I’m welcoming him into my personal space. If I don’t, I can and will use that as a reason to keep him at an arm’s distance.

  Seconds tick by and I find myself exiting the bathroom with minty breath. As I lay my head on my pillow, I feel Madsen leave the bed himself. Minutes later the toilet flushes and the sink turns on.

  Instead of staying on his own side of the bed, Madsen once again finds his spot behind me. Curving and conforming to my body in perfect symmetry. His hands are moving more than they did before. From my hip, down my thigh, and back up. Around to my stomach and then back to my hip. His hands are gentle in touch, but the shock waves they send through my body is anything but.

  I feel his lips gently on my shoulder and then my neck. I stretch my legs, which naturally causes my back to arch; the movement is instinctive, as is his response. The movements of his hand are focused and slowly finding their way under my shirt and up my stomach toward my breast. The moment his thumb finds my nipple, a deep sigh escapes me. I can feel my nipples harden to the point of aching. My core heats and my thighs rub together. This is happening.

  Madsen’s fingers pinch my nipple, forcing a very unsexy squeak to escape my throat. His response is a sinfully sexy chuckle vibrating along my neck, sending shivers across my skin. His hand descends back down my body until he finds the waistband of my panties. The moment his fingers find my wet and very needy folds, my thighs part slightly. His less-than-busy hand pulls the hair from my neck, fully exposing my skin to him. As his middle finger finds its way inside me, his tongue lightly grazes the skin of my neck.

  The moans and purrs that escape would normally embarrass me. But today, here in this moment, nothing is embarrassing. Instead, I am overcome with a wanton need. A desire to be worshipped, to be caressed, and to be fucked. I don’t want to be made love to. I don’t want it slow and I sure as hell don’t want him to be gentle. I want it hard. I need it powerful and lustful. This is who we are. We push, we pull, we take and we give. With passion and fire.

  I burn from his touches. The moment his thumb touches my clit I can’t help but cry out my approval. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.

  “Are you going to come, Phoebe?”

  My response is a whimper seconds before I do. With months of pent-up deprivation bubbling to the surface, my climax is intense and takes my breath away. I pant, my chest heaving, as I fight to regulate my breathing.

  My body is weak as Madsen rolls me onto my back, pushing my top up over my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. His tongue slowly traces the top, flicking it as my hands find the strength to reach for his head. A slight tug and he positions himself over my body, my legs open enough to allow him to settle between them.

  I reach for the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. As I do, Madsen takes the breast that has been ignored thus far into his mouth. A moan of appreciation leaves my lips as his own fills the room. My hands land on his back. That back I’ve dreamed of touching and tracing line by muscular line.

  Madsen raises from my chest and pauses before capturing my mouth with his own. Chest to chest my hands wrap around his back, pulling him to me.

  “Oh my God, Phoebe, you feel amazing.”

  More purrs, more moans, more everything. Hands roaming everywhere and still none of it seems like enough.

  “I need you to fuck me, Madsen. Please.” I’m begging. There is no shame in this moment. I need him.

  “I’ve never needed to be inside someone as much I need this, baby. I need a condom,” he says, kissing me again, but this time it’s slow and deliberate, leaving me missing the feel of his lips the moment he pulls away and reaches to the side of the bed. I hear the drawer of the nightstand open and the telltale sound of the foil wrapper tearing.

  As Madsen kneels between my legs and tugs my panties off, I smile and quirk my eyebrow at him. “Did you plan this?”

  “I hoped, and fuck if I didn’t pray a little.” His last words are muffled as he tosses my panties on the floor and takes each palm to the inside of my thighs and spreads me open. “I prayed that whoever was looking down on me would grant me this one moment. But,” he lowers his mouth to my wet and ready pussy, parting my folds with his tongue, “once won’t be enough.”

  And I’m gone. I hand my body over to him; I’m his to take. And he does. He fucks me with his tongue, his fingers, and when I think there isn’t an orgasm left in me, he fills me with his magnificent dick and everything I’ve ever known about sex is thrown out the window. This man, this night, all of it is one for the record books. This is the night that I’ll sit around with my friends, drinking wine and gossiping. The night that will go down as the single most pivotal sexual experience of my life.

  I match Madsen’s thrusts with my own, lifting my hips and meeting him as his breathing increases. A telltale sign he’s close to his own orgasm. His hands grab each side of my ass and lift me up, forcing more friction to my clit, and I’m gone. I wail, and the hell if a tear doesn’t appear in my left eye.

  Once we’ve both let out very loud and expletive reactions to an intense orgasm, Madsen rolls off me and lays his head on my pillow.

  “Holy shit, that was amazing.” His breathing is labored, as if he’s just run a marathon.

  “I can’t … breathe,” I manage in response.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Uh-huh, just need a minute. I’ve never had that many orgasms in my life. That can’t be normal.”

  “I’ll be right back,” Madsen whispers against my lips before scurrying off the bed.

  I hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on and off, never opening my eyes. My arm is draped across my face and my breathing seems to be finally back to normal. As normal as it can be with me laying here spread eagle and post-four orgasms. Four. Who does that? Not me, that’s for sure. Until I did.

  I jump when something cool touches my sensitive skin. I relax when I realize it’s a washcloth and Madsen is cleaning me up. Is he kidding with this? Master orgasm giver and he looks out for me after. I sigh in response as my arm drops from my head and lands on the bed. Never opening my eyes, I hear the washcloth hit the floor and feel the sheet cover my body as Madsen lays his head next to me and pulls me to him with his arm across my stomach.

  I’m about to pull away to put distance between us when both of our phones chime with notifications. Neither of us moves to check them, but then two more notifications come in quick succession.

  “Sounds like we should check those,” he says, pulling away from me. The sense of loss is instant.

  I reluctantly roll to my side and tug my phone from its perch on my nightstand. Swiping the screen, I see that I have three text messages.

  Kelsey: PHOEBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  Kelsey:

  “Kelsey,” I say, tapping on the photo.

  “Dunc,” Madsen replies, tapping on his phone.

  Once the image loads, I see nothing but a big diamond ring on my screen.

  “He did it.” My comment is more to myself than Madsen.

  Kelsey:

  The second picture is a picture of Duncan and Kelsey in bed, covered by a sheet. The smiles they have mid-kiss exude their happiness and love. With her hand extended to the camera, Kelsey flashes her newly acquired ring. My brother did it. He proposed. He’s going to marry the girl I have tried to pretend wasn’t my best
friend and the greatest human being in the world. I don’t feel the tears falling from my eyes until Madsen pulls me to his chest.

  “Why are you crying? This is a good thing.”

  Sniffling, I just nod in response.

  “Hey, look at me. What’s wrong?”

  How do I answer that I don’t know? I’m not sad, I’m thrilled for them.

  “Nothing. I just, I don’t know. It’s a lot. Maybe I’m in some weird orgasm-induced twilight zone.”

  “Perhaps. I mean, my dick is pretty fucking magical. Maybe it pushed you into some alternate universe.”

  “Oh, Jesus. I’ve heard it all now. I’m happy for them, he’s just my brother. It’s weird.”

  I pull up Kelsey’s name on my phone and tap out a quick response.

  Me: YAY! I’m so happy for you, sister to be!!! Tell my brother he’s finally done something right! Love you!

  Kelsey: We’re going to be SISTERS!! Love you too. Did you …

  Kelsey: Sorry, Dunc stole my phone. Did you do the dirty?

  A fit of giggles escapes me. That’s why she’s my best friend. She just got engaged and she’s asking about me.

  Me: We’ll talk tomorrow. Night, Kels. Night, Dunc.

  Kelsey: Night, Phoebes.

  I lean over and place my phone on the nightstand and stay on my side. Madsen assumes his spooning position behind me.

  “Tomorrow, we’ll talk all of this out. Now, we sleep. You’ve worn me out.”

  I let my body relax and conform to his and sleep is once again easy.

  You’d expect the morning after all that sex to be awkward. It wasn’t. That may have been because of the additional sex. Twice. Word to the wise, shower sex is less dangerous when he sits on the floor. Take note.

  We finally called a sex truce when Duncan called my phone looking for us. Duncan doesn’t use the phone for talking, so I knew he meant business when his ugly mug filled my screen. Now, we’re all sitting down for brunch at the hotel restaurant. Kelsey is making every effort to show her ring off with each tip of her champagne flute and stab of her fork.

  “So, what happened with you two?” Duncan asks with his mouth full of eggs benedict.

  “You’re a pig, D. I’m totally telling Mom you only reserve manners for her table.”

  “Whatever. So, did you two finally work out your annoying four years of foreplay?”

  Madsen chokes on his food as I gasp in horror and Kelsey slaps Duncan on the chest.

  “Ouch, babe. That hurt. What? You two have been dancing around each other for years. I hope you finally finished what you started on that dance floor. Ya gotta either shit or get off the pot at this point.”

  “Duncan, man, that’s crude. We’re at breakfast and Phoebe is your sister. A little respect, please,” Madsen admonishes Duncan, who does nothing but shrug a shoulder in response. Typical.

  “Thanks, Mads. Hey, Duncan,” I pause, leaning across the table, inferring I’m about to share a secret. Duncan leans in, ready to hear the dirt, a cocky grin expanding across his smug face. “It’s none of your fucking business who I fuck or don’t.”

  “Whatever, you guys totally boned.”

  “Can we change the subject? We only have a few days left of this trip and I want to do something fun! What do you guys say?” Kelsey’s enthusiasm is contagious.

  “Actually, babe, I kind of planned something for just us. I was going to propose today on this little excursion but I couldn’t help it. Your magical unicorn pussy had me pulling out that ring twelve hours early.”

  “Dude, really? Come on, man, I’m trying to eat here. Can we not have you talking about pussy for five minutes?”

  “It’s okay, Mads. My girly bits are magical.” Kelsey’s giggles make us all laugh.

  After finishing our meal and sending the newly betrothed on their way, Madsen and I change into our swimsuits. I told him in no uncertain terms that there would be no funny business. He tried, oh did he try. As we rode up the elevator to our room, whispers of what his tongue could do and light grazes up my thigh in the elevator had me almost giving in. He almost succeeded in my relenting on my earlier declaration, but I caught my reflection in that elevator door and knew I didn’t want that. I can’t be that girl. Sure, I was last night, fine, and this morning, but watching Duncan and Kelsey at brunch made me realize I want more.

  Not just from the person I’m with, but in life. I need to figure out my shit, and getting wrapped up in Madsen isn’t the way to do that.

  After changing into our beach wear and stopping by the gift shop for a few waters and snacks, Madsen and I make our way out to the beach. The hotel has a section of the beach that’s private with chairs and we make our way in that direction. Once we’ve secured two lounge chairs near an umbrella for shade, Madsen takes off for the water. I manage to get comfortable and open my book. I always bring a paperback with me when I know I’ll be near water or sand. I hate the idea of my device being ruined and there being a lull in my reading time.

  My mind is free and clear for the first time in a long time. I just feel bliss. No random thoughts and no stressors. Nothing except myself, a book about soccer players and babies, and a good playlist.

  I’m not sure how long I’ve been reading nor do I know how long it’s been since Madsen took his place next to me. But, when he taps my leg with his toe, I pull the buds from my ear and look to my left.

  “Good book?”

  “It is.” I earmark the page and close the book before turning my attention to him.

  “What kind of book has a naked dude on the cover?”

  A giggle escapes me. He’s not naked, he’s shirtless. “Uh, well a lot of books actually but he isn’t naked. He’s shirtless and holding a soccer ball.”

  “You’re reading a book about soccer?”

  “Amongst other things. It’s about a soccer player, a girl he likes, and a baby. Well, and other things, but that’s the gist of it.”

  “What’s it called? Huked?”

  “Juked. It’s a soccer move. I’m only halfway through the book but it has me wanting to attend a professional soccer game now.”

  “We should do that.” His statement leaves no room for a response. It isn’t lost on me that he skipped asking me to do something and instead implied it to be an obvious next step. That feeling of bliss I had earlier starts fading.

  “Want to take a walk?”

  I contemplate only a minute as he stands up, peering down at me. Nodding in agreement, I reach for my maxi skirt, pulling it on before picking up my phone. Madsen offers me his hand; I hesitate for a fraction of a second and the hurt that skims his face when I do stings. He drops his hand and turns to walk. Something overcomes me and I grab his hand while looking toward him, noting as his shoulders relax when I lace our fingers.

  After walking in silence for a few minutes, Madsen stops at the water’s edge and stares out at the horizon.

  “I’m happy for them,” he says to the water.

  “Me too.”

  “I think they’ll make it. Two point five kids and a dog, the whole thing.”

  “Three kids and two dogs. Kelsey has a plan,” I say, laughing.

  “Of course, she does. I assume it’s three girls dressed in pink.”

  “Nope, all boys. She wants to be the queen of the household.”

  We both laugh at that.

  “So,” he starts.

  “Look, we don’t have to do this. Let’s just chalk all this up as a Spring Break thing and we’ll go back to being friends. This time though, real friends, not whatever bickering mess we were before.”

  “No.”

  No? Of course, why would we get along now that we’ve shared a few dozen orgasms. I pull my hand from his, embarrassed and a little humiliated. I start to return to our spot on the beach when he grabs my hand and pulls me back.

  “Where are you goin’?”

  “I’m going to head to the room, I have a headache,” I say, never looking at his face. Madsen isn’t havin
g it and takes my cheek in his hand. Fuck you, tears. Do not start now.

  “Why would you do that? We haven’t talked yet.”

  “Umm, you just said ‘no.’ Not sure there’s much more to say after that.” I keep my eyes closed, willing myself not to cry. I’m not even sure what emotion these stupid tears are from but I really need them not to fall.

  “I said no because I don’t want to be friends, real friends or even the version we were before. Well, that’s not true. I want to be your friend, but I want to be more.”

  “What?”

  “I want to be more. You infuriate the hell out of me and sometimes I can’t stand to be in the same room with you.”

  I scoff in response. Way to sell it, dude.

  “But, that’s like zero-point five percent of the time. The rest of the time, you fascinate me. You are the smartest, kindest, most stubborn, self-assured, and antagonistic woman I’ve ever known. When you walk in a room, a silence falls among everyone in it. Not because something awful is happening but because something wonderful just might. You do that, Phoebe.”

  Fucking tears. I couldn’t stop them if I wanted. Nobody has ever said anything so kind to me. Ever. I don’t have an opportunity to wipe the tears that are falling from my face because Madsen does. His thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks as he cups my face and forces me to look at him.

  “I want more, Phoebes. What do you say?”

  “I still don’t like you.”

  Laughing, he kisses me.

  “I still don’t like you either, a lot. So, so much.”

  “I don’t want labels. I can’t do labels. But I won’t share, Madsen. You can’t fuck around even if there are no labels.”

  “Whatever you need, babe. I’m going to kiss you now and then we’re going to take our time walking back to the chairs. I’m not going to take you upstairs and fuck you. I’m not going to follow you into our shower and wash every inch of your delicious body. Nope, I’m going to spend the day with you and show you that we are more. Then, I’m going to take you out to dinner and remind you of how you should be treated.”

  I smile at him but I can’t hide the disappointment. After this speech, I’d like a little fucking.