Temptation

71 - Hero

"Finally!" I shout as I turn to Madden after closing the door to our home. Mara and DJ are finally on their way to the airport after a very long five days with them. Mara had been babysitting me; she was basically feeding me and cleaning after me. The only thing she didn't do for me was wipe my ass. I have to say, I do appreciate DJ and Mara being here to support Madden in this time. I am a handful and can only imagine how annoying I could get if it was just Madden here.

Now that our guests are gone, I approach Madden with a kiss on her forehead then making my way down to her lips. I kiss her passionately, but she does not seem to carry out the same affection in her embrace as I do. I have been craving Madden and I've wanted to have her on my cock, riding me for days; finally having some energy back so that I can bang my fiancé. I've held back because Mara and DJ have been here but now that they are gone, I need to take advantage of our privacy. In the living room, I tug at Madden's shirt but instead of accepting my sensual behaviour, she pushes herself away from me and goes into the kitchen. I am growing more frustrated as each minute passes without me inside her and her refusal which I have yet to experience from her is going to drive me bloody mad. I follow her into the kitchen, and from behind her, I take her hips pushing her backside against me where my harden shaft pokes her. I snuggle my chin in her neck and whisper into her ear, "You don't want me baby?" My breath on her neck brings goosebumps onto her skin and she tries to ignore them, "We can't Hero." She moves away from my hold again. Madden turns to face me, and now I beg her with my quivering lip for her to touch me, but she refuses. She shares her concern for me, thinking she might hurt me as if I'm a piece of glass that will break, but she has no idea how much strength I've built up. I am craving my girl and she won't let me taste or feel her.

While she cooks up something that smells amazing, I sit at the table in agony, unable to take her up on the counter. "Will you ever fuck me again?" I ask her. She looks over to me, shakes her head and laughs, turning back to her pan. "I'm serious Madden." She turns off the stove top before coming over to me and kisses me on the forehead; "When you're healthy." "I'm fine and I want you now." I can hear the desperation in my own voice and hoping that Madden acknowledges it. "If your stitches open up or even if u feel pain then I'll feel terrible." Her voice shaky; she must find it hard to resist me just as much as I do her. I let it go for now but promise myself to try again, sooner than later.

We eat our meal in the living room, Bean sits on the carpet politely, looking for food to fall off our plates and into his mouth. Madden flips on the television and the news is playing. They're talking about me at the MET and my girl is scavenging for the remote, "It's alright," I tell her. I need to face it at some point and what better time than now while I'm trying to prove to her that I can fuck her. She sees me as so fragile in this moment and I will admit, that I got shot and it hurt like hell but I'm recovering. I need her to see that because I cannot go any more days without fucking her. She sits down close to me, with our plates in hand as we watch the reporter who happened to be at the gala, I remember him because he specifically told me that if Madden wasn't around, he'd try to get with me...even though I am not gay. A man like you, is hard not to chase after even though you're not gay.

"Hero Tomlin's manager spoke out to the media earlier this morning outside the airport in London letting us know that Hero is doing well, and he has a long recovery ahead of him. Plenty of paparazzi begged her for more information but we all know that won't be happening unless Hero Tomlin or Madden Fitz tell us the story themselves. Hero or Madden, if you're listening...please spill the details!" I shake my head in disapproval—all these people care about is the damned drama. "More on this topic, Josephine Attwater has not been charged for her crime and instead will be transferred to a rehab facility to clean up her act. Not sure if Hero's in his right mind but if that were me, I'd charge her with the death penalty." The man's co-star laughs along with him and they are stopped by a ring. The producers seem to have put through a caller on live television. "Good afternoon! Thanks for calling E! May I ask whom I'm speaking to?" The caller clears his throat, "It's Tom Holland. I was at the MET and I happen to be close with Hero. It blows my mind the way you people treat celebrities; we're human beings too. I don't understand why you people..." Madden's mouth drops as he speaks and I'm getting a kick out of angry Tom. "...need to always pry into our lives. Something terrible happened and your making jokes about it. Let them rest and leave them alone." As the man starts to talk, Tom hangs up on him. That was bloody wild! I like Tom even more now.

Madden is clearing off our plates, while I try to get Tom on the horn. He must be busy because he doesn't pick up, instead I send him a text.

You should come hangout tomorrow.

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I go to our bathroom to disinfect my wound which is oozing green stuff and it is quite disgusting. I'm glad I can do this myself and not have Madden do it for me anymore. When I finish the clean out, I go back to the living room where I left Madden, who is no longer there. I peak my head into the kitchen and she is not there either so I pick up my phone, ready to call her, thinking that maybe she left and see that she's texted me.

Backyard :)

Taking the very large hint, I slide open the door in the kitchen and make my way through the backyard until I see Madden. Madden has set up a spot for us on the grass; laying a blanket out, brought out a few snacks and a bottle of white wine. I've come to learn that Madden is a lover of sweet white wines but doesn't mind red wine either; I just need to make sure the cellar is always stocked with white wine. I join my lovely fiancé—I love being able to call her that—and sit with her on the blanket. "What's this all about?" "This is our engagement celebration, just for the two of us." I look at her, her smile big on her face but I wanted our celebration to be much more intimate. I'm slightly disappointed in myself and feel a lot of anger for Josephine right now. "I wish we could have done something better—" "You don't like my picnic?" Sarcasm lies in her small voice. I give her a look as if to say, I could have done better but she insists that this is all she needs, "Just me and you, forever." She pours two glasses of wine, and hands me one. "Cheers to the rest of our life!" She says, her smile still wearing very large on her face, and our glasses meet creating a small clink.

We watch the sunset from our spot and it's a beautiful sight seeing Madden in this light. The sky is a purple and pink, Madden's pupils growing larger as the sun falls. "So beautiful," I say. "I know," she responds as she keeps her eyes on the sky. I'm not even talking about the sky; I'm talking about this woman who is mesmerizing. In my past, if anyone were to tell me that I would be here today and would have gone through what I have with this woman, I'd never believe it. If I were the old me, I'd never even consider helping her in Costco and I'd let her go without ever getting to know her; without even thinking back to her. Someone else would have swooped in and taken this woman and I would have missed out on the best thing in my life. But here I am, staring at the one person in my entire world who sees the real me; she sees all the good when everyone else only sees bad and she's going to be my wife. Forever is not long enough but we have for now and I choose not to worry about the future but to take care of her now.