Breaking Cannon

18.

Smut warning y'all
Smut. Warning.
Mature content ahead.
Maddox POV

I stay curled up with Cannon for longer than I should. We just sit, enjoying the quiet. He says that Jax is okay and is helping Calen with Dillon.

"Maddox." He says.

"Shh. Please Cannon. I- I need you right now. Please don't tell me to leave yet." I plead, looking up at him.

He shakes his head. "No. That's not what I was going to say. I owe you an apology. I didn't mean what I said. Not even for a second."

I look up at him confused.

He sighs, running a tattooed hand through his black hair.

Hot.

"I just said it to get you to back off. I'm no good for you. I'm a broken man, Mads. I've been abused most my life." His voice cracks. "Not just physically."

My breath hitches in my throat and I move so I'm straddling him. I grab his face and look at his sad, grey eyes, searching for an explanation.

"My dad, too." Is all he says.

I just nod and press our foreheads together.

"I don't want to ruin you." He whispers.

I force him to look in my eyes.

"You won't. I've been abused too. Does that make me damaged?" I ask.

He slowly shakes his head. I move my face so close that our lips brush. I want to kiss him, but I don't know if he wants that. So I just wait.

He scans my face, searching for any signs of hesitance. When he finally realizes there's none there, he sighs.

"Fuck it."

In an instant, he's smashing his lips to mine. The breath is ripped from my lungs as he kisses me like his life depends on it.

I get over my initial shock and move my mouth with his, both of us fighting for dominance. He growls into me and pulls away.

"Maddox. Tell me to stop." He says, voice full of lust.

"No."

He grabs my neck and pulls me in again. He nips at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I give it to him and he immediately slips his tongue in, officially controlling the kiss. He thrusts lightly into me, eliciting a small whimper.

He stands up with me in his arms and moves towards the bed, gently lowering me onto it.

"Tell me to stop, and everything will cease immediately. Is this okay?" He asks.

I nod.

He gets on top of me and hovers, just looking at me.

"You're perfect," he whispers.

"Shut up and kiss me."

He smirks and once again, presses his lips to mine. This kiss is needy and urgent. He moves his knee in between my legs and I moan at the sudden pressure on my sex. My hips unconsciously roll, desperate for more.