Maddy + East

Bonus Scene from Finding Home by Lizzie C Koz

(best read after finishing the novel)

The Story of How Maddy and East Celebrate their First Christmas as Boyfriends

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EASTON

“How should we celebrate our first Christmas as a couple?” I whisper as I roll on top of Maddy and grind my hips into him. I let out a soft groan. He’s already hard, and our dicks drag against each other in a way that has my blood heating.

He digs his teeth into his bottom lip, then drags them over it slowly until it pops free. Urgh. It’s so fucking sexy when he does that. I’m also fully aware he does it on purpose. Gets me every time.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” he says.

I lean down, and we fall into a slow, sensual kiss. How can I not be with this man? We break apart, both panting.

“I didn’t expect this,” he murmurs, and confusion flits through his green eyes. “Based on what you’d told me, I was so nervous I’d pressure you or ask too much of you. Instead, I’m a little worried I can’t keep you satisfied.”

I chuckle and rut into him. “Trust me, you’re everything I need. It’s because it’s you that I’m like this. When I first started reading about sexuality, I honestly thought I was sex-neutral ace for a while. I was completely indifferent to sex. I didn’t hate it by any means, but it was…fine.”

He grins at me like a goon. “I believe the phrasing was, it’s not like sex is even that great.” He thrusts against me, and I let out a hiss. He wings a brow. “Guess that’s no longer true.”

I let out a growl at the little brat, and he freezes, his pupils flooding his irises. Someone liked that. Pocketing that information.

“It’s not, Mr. Smartass. I realized with Shelby I’m not sex-neutral. I…think I feel comfortable saying I’m demi and pan, but I also don’t know if I want or need to label it. I think for some people a label is comforting, but for me I still kind of feel like I’m trying to fit myself in a box not quite made for me. I just… Everyone’s experience is completely unique. But I’m happy. I’m happy with who I am.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, babe,” he whispers. “That’s all that matters.”

He skates his hands up and down my back, then down over my ass, and I shiver. “The thing people seem to get confused about,” I say a little breathlessly, “is having limited or occasional sexual attraction to others…isn’t the same as having a low sex drive. I may not want to have sex with as many other people as the ‘average’ person, but when I’m with someone I am attracted to? My sex drive is…intense.” I smile sheepishly. “Granted, that’s a whole two people. So, what do I know?”

“I think you know yourself,” Maddy says, those green eyes soft with fondness. It’s a look he’s given me so many times over the years, but it’s much more often now. With that single look, I can feel how much he loves me, what I mean to him. “And that’s all that matters. I’m here for whatever that means.” His fingers tighten on my hips, and he swallows hard. “Speaking of your intense sex drive…” His voice has gone hoarse, laced with heat. “There are still certain things we haven’t done…” He trails off.

Anal. We’ve played around back there. I am now very acquainted with my prostate—what a discovery that was. But we haven’t had anal sex. Maddy told me he’s a top. He also made it clear that he doesn’t need that. Anal sex doesn’t have to be part of our relationship for us to have a satisfying sex-life. He was also quick to reassure me he didn’t need any kind of sex at all. I think I fell even harder for him during that conversation. I’m not opposed to trying it, but I can’t deny it makes me a little nervous.

He must see the anxiety in my face, or it’s just the fact that he can read my thoughts at this point, because he curls a hand around my neck and starts massaging the tight muscles. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, East. But, um…” He pauses then lets out a slow breath. “I was actually kind of hoping you’d want to try…fucking me.”

My dick jerks against his, and he chuckles. Yeah. My dick really likes that idea. “I didn’t think you…?”

“I haven’t,” he whispers. “I, um, I hadn’t ever met someone I felt comfortable doing that with. I had always dreamed it would be…”

Me.

Oh.

Gah. There goes my heart exploding in my chest.

I bury my head in his neck and hold on to him for dear life. We may not be moving, but my world is unraveling.

“I like that I get to be your first for something,” I murmur between pressing kisses on his skin. He stretches his neck, a silent plea for more, which I gladly deliver.

“Everything feels like the first time with you, East,” he says, his throat vibrating beneath my lips. “Because it’s never been like this with anyone else.”

Fuck. I groan and then bite down on his shoulder. I swear I love him so much it’s going to kill me. He sucks in a sharp breath and bucks beneath me. I’m getting the feeling Maddy likes me possessive and rough.

So far, Maddy’s kind of led the way with us. Everything was a first for me, having never been with a guy. I’ve been feeling more confident lately, though. There’s so much to discover with him, and I can’t wait to find out every little detail. And the thought of fucking him? Being inside Maddy? My blood goes molten. I need that.

I push off him and reach for the lube on the nightstand. We had the condom talk early on. Our physicals for baseball both came back clean, and we’re it for each other. We’re each other’s endgame. So, we both agreed we felt comfortable without condoms.

I throw the covers off us and maneuver myself back so I’m kneeling between Maddy’s legs. I swallow heavily. Sleeping naked is a lovely thing. Maddy’s dick is resting against his six-pack, but it’s waning. I toss the lube next to us and run my hands up and down his thighs, gaze locking on him. “You okay, babe?”

He nods, but it’s stiff. “I’m a little nervous.”

I take his half-hard dick in hand and stroke him slowly. I lean over him, resting a forearm next to his head. “Hey. If you don’t like it, we stop. It’s that simple. Just be open with me, yeah? Tell me what feels good. What doesn’t. I’ll give it my A-game. And I’m a professional athlete, so you know that means it’s going to be fucking fantastic.”

He chuckles, and I lean down to taste the sound. I sigh against him. I love him so much. I’m going to make sure he loves this. I want to give that to him. I want to give him everything.

I kiss my way down his jaw, his neck, grazing my teeth along his collarbone. I press a kiss to his heart, let my lips linger just so I can feel it beat. “Mine,” I whisper.

Maddy’s hands drift through my hair. “Yours.”

I move down to his nipple and flick my tongue over it until he’s squirming beneath me. Then I suck hard, and his back arches. I fight a smile. Now his dick’s like steel in my hand. I teasingly nip his skin as I move lower. I love his sensitive nipples.

I shift back onto my heels and reach for the lube. I uncap it and squeeze a generous amount over my fingers. My overeager dick twitches in anticipation. I still remember the first time I fingered Maddy. I almost got off watching him come undone, my fingers thrusting inside him.

He brings his knees up, spreading them wide and exposing himself to me. I let out a slow, unsteady breath and lightly slide my slicked fingers over his hole. I massage gently, and he instantly tenses, but I keep at it. Patient. Soft unhurried movements.

I feel the minute he relaxes, the minute his body finally submits. I love the new connection intimacy has brought to our relationship. I could always read Maddy better than anyone. I know how he tugs on his hair when he’s frustrated, squeezes the bill of his ballcap when he’s anxious. I know he likes to go all Zen when he’s stressed and tries to relax himself muscle by muscle. And now I know how his body responds during sex, his sensitive nipples, how he needs a moment before he’s ready for me to breach him.

I lean over and slide wet kisses up his shaft. The minute my lips seal around his crown, I slide a finger inside him. A low moan rumbles from him. I suck him lazily while I focus on stretching him. I get up to two fingers quickly. That’s as far as we’ve gone so far and how I’ve gotten him off before.

I pop off his dick and curl and twist my fingers, searching…my fingers coast over his prostate, and he lets out a curse, his feet slamming into the mattress as he bucks into me. He’s so sexy like this, when he completely lets go, gives himself over to me. My pulse is working so fast I swear it’s about to burst into flame. I can’t get enough of being the one to make him go incoherent.

I peg the spot, and he writhes and jerks beneath me. I’m a quick learner, good at reading signs. You have to be observant to be a ballplayer. It’s a skill that comes in handy with…all sorts of ball playing. I cup his balls with my free hand and gently roll them in my palm.

A keening moan falls from him. His hands are above his head, latched onto his pillow for dear life, which has his muscled chest arched up, pebbled nipples on display. Strangled, needy sounds fall from his parted lips, his head rolling back and forth, eyes barely open. He looks…wrecked. In the best way. My pulse soars, my heart pumping in overdrive. I’m not sure what it says about me, but I love torturing him like this, overloading him with pleasure. It’s a fucking rush.

I’m going to make it even better. I’m determined to destroy this man when I fuck him. He’ll never be the same again. What can I say? I set high goals for myself. I knew when I was eight I wanted to be a pro ballplayer. I made it happen. Now I want to fuck my boyfriend’s brains out. I’m going to make it happen.

I grab the lube and squirt more on my fingers. This time, I add a third finger, and that desperate edge fades from him. I push down, stretching him. He lets out a slow breath.

“You’re doing so good, Maddy. Keep breathing for me.” I rotate my fingers and stretch him from another angle. His cock is flagging, so I lean forward and start working over him with hard sucks. He starts thrusting back on my fingers, and he thickens on my tongue. There we go.

I pop off him. “Atta boy, Maddy.”

My fingers are sliding easier now, so I seek out his prostate. Time to get him mindless again. I curl my fingers, and a cry bursts from him. His dick has done a complete one-eighty. It’s angry and making a mess all over his stomach.

He reaches for me blindly, his green eyes drunk, near delirious. “Need you in me, East. I’m ready. Please.”

Nerves skitter up my spine at the same time heat pools in my groin. I slowly slide my fingers from him, and he whimpers. My dick homes in on the sound. It knows it’s the only thing that’s going to make that cry go away. I put a generous amount of lube on my dick and slick it over myself.

“Open up for me, babe,” I murmur hoarsely.

Maddy grips the back of his thighs and pulls until their tops are practically touching his chest. I shuffle up to him and slide a hand over his thigh and ass. My eyes don’t leave his as I run my slick head up and down his crease, skimming over his stretched hole, but not pressing into him yet. I don’t even try until he’s pushing back on me, trying to force me into him.

Somehow, he ends up with one leg wrapped around me, and he digs his heel into my back. I chuckle. The demanding little fucker. So, I give it to him. I push in slowly until I make it past that tight ring of muscles.

I freeze. Holy shit. He’s so tight. He’s so… God, it’s bliss. He’s bliss. I try to steady my breathing. I don’t want this to be over before it’s even begun. It’s one thing to be a one-pump chump, but what kind of chump are you if you can’t even do one pump? God, now I feel like I’m reciting really porny tongue twisters.

He’s gone still, and he’s got a look I know all too well on his face, the look he gets when he’s playing through an injury. Yeah, no fucking way is that going to fly here.

“Talk to me, Maddy. Do you need me to stop?”

“No.” He lets out a breath and then—I bite my lip against a grin. Yup. There it is—muscle by muscle, all the way to his ass around my dick, relaxing. “It’s just more intense than your fingers. That’s all.”

I slowly crawl my way up his body, trying to keep my hips as still as I can, until I’m resting on my hands on either side of his head.

“Hey,” I whisper.

His throat bobs. “Hey.”

I rotate my hips lightly. His eyes squeeze shut, and he tenses but quickly relaxes.

“You’re doing so good, Maddy. Eyes on me.”

His eyes flutter open, and vulnerable green irises meet mine.

“I have you, babe. It’s my turn to take care of you.”

I try a tentative thrust, sliding an inch deeper. His nostrils flare. I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, rocking in barely there thrusts, not going any deeper. Fuck. It’s not fair that this is the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced, and he’s struggling. I want him just as out of his mind as I am.

After what feels like the most blissful agony, my hips meet his ass. “How are you holding up, love?” I rasp.

Something flickers across his eyes, his brow puckered in a beseeching frown. “Kiss me,” he whispers in a plea.

My pleasure.

I drop to my forearms and bring my mouth to his. I try to tell him without words everything I’m feeling. Lips graze. Nothing has ever felt as right as being with you like this. Tongues roll in a lazy dance. We were made to fit each other. My hand drifts through his hair, skimming circles over his scalp. Love feels too small a word for what I feel for you. His ankles cross behind my back, and he subtly rocks into me. I’m afraid my heart wasn’t built to contain this much feeling. I start thrusting, slow and gentle. You are my undoing.

Maddy kisses me harder, lifting up into me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and we go from loving to lustful in a heartbeat. Then with a sharper thrust of my hips, he moans into my mouth.

I pull away, ragged breaths falling from me. I search his face, flushed cheeks, pupils swallowing those forest-green irises. They’re glazed, like he’s losing himself to what’s happening between us. I thrust harder, and he throws his head back, a groan ripping from him. His hands find my ass, and he shoves me toward him. Yes. I drive into him, and a needy sound falls from him again. That’s all we both need to unravel. I drive into him, and he plants his feet on the bed, meeting my every thrust. God, he’s so tight, he’s strangling my dick. Pressure is coiling at the base of my spine. It’s too good.

“Harder,” he pants.

Oh, God.

I push up off him and fall back on my heels, pulling him with me. I throw one of his legs over my shoulder, the other I push wide while I snap my hips into him. My gaze is locked on where we’re joined. It’s filthy. It’s so fucking sexy. I can barely breathe. My body is being flooded with pure ecstasy.

“Shit, Maddy. I’m too fucking close.” I should slow down, but my body isn’t my own anymore. My hand tightens on his thigh, and I thrust even harder.

One of his hands shoots to his dick and flies over it in a blur. His chest heaves as his hips squirm in a desperate attempt to thrust into me even though he’s helpless to in this position. He’s completely at my mercy. Except that’s nowhere close to true. I’ve always been at Maddox’s mercy. I’ve always been irrevocably his.

Sharp streaks of pleasure shoot down my cock, my balls seconds from exploding. Then Maddy’s free hand reaches for his balls, and he massages them while he furiously strokes himself. He’s a fucking vision. Black hair plastered to his head, cheekbones painted red, lips swollen and parted as the most unhinged feral noises tear from him. His chest glistens, every dip and valley of muscle on a beautiful slick-skinned display. He’s magnificent. I can’t handle it.

A roar wrenches itself from Maddy, and his back arches off the bed as he unleashes, painting his stomach and chest with his cum. I’ve never seen a sexier sight in my life. I need to see it again. And again. His ass clenches down on me, and my toes curl as heated pleasure engulfs me. I’m done for.

My orgasm barrels into me, completely knocking me off balance. I’m unmoored, reeling, as pleasure swallows me and takes me its prisoner. My hips snap in jerky movements, and I don’t even know how I’m still upright. I drive into him one last time and hold, shaking as my world is tilted off its axis. As I’m left forever altered by sharing this with Maddy.

I collapse onto him, and he lets out an oomph. “Sorry, not sorry,” I mumble, or at least I think I do. It didn’t really come out intelligible.

We lie there for a moment, lungs struggling to refill their depleted reserves. When we’re finally breathing a bit more evenly, I press a kiss to his sweat-slicked neck. I can’t help myself. I dip my tongue out and trace the corded muscle there. Salt bursts on my tongue, and I groan. Maddy shivers beneath me.

I push up on shaky arms. “Was that all right?” I search his gaze and all I see is a man spent and satisfied. I hope that means—

“Perfect.” The whispered word cuts my thoughts off. His green eyes swim with something raw, and he swallows hard. “It was perfect, East.” He lifts a trembling hand and trails his knuckles down my cheek. “The reality of you… You’re beyond any dream I’ve ever had.”

My nose burns, my eyes sting, and I can only manage a quivering smile. “You’re beyond a dream for me too, Maddy.” I lean down and dust a kiss onto his lips. “You’re home.”

He’s my home.

***THE END***

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