Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
ALISON
A fucking angel!
I remained frozen in the same spot I was in when Max left, trying to understand what the hell just happened. His words struck me like a whip, making me tremble from within each time his low voice echoed in my mind.
My body was burning from his touch. My lips aching from the denial of more of those demanding kisses. I was dumbstruck by the depth of what I was feeling. Of what Max made me feel. All my other issues recoiling into the shadows for now.
It was as if something had been awakened inside of me. A new kind of lust and covet I had never felt before. As If my whole body was in overdrive. I was oversensitive, feeling every touch, every kiss, every breath as if it were the first time. Or maybe the last.
My phone buzzed again, tearing me away from those thoughts. A message from Jackson flashing on my screen. I turned the phone off, heading to my bedroom, and curling into bed. I was just too overwhelmed and confused with the intensity of the past minutes to deal with anything else .
I felt as if Max had exposed me. Stripped me naked of all my defense mechanisms, all the walls I hid behind not to be vulnerable. He had, yet again, made me feel. Feel with more than just my body.
He kissed me. I fiercely kissed him back, and I didn’t want it to end.
As I tossed and turned, images of him came rushing through my mind, occupying my every thought. I secretly wanted him to come back. I secretly wanted those lips on me again. But I tried to deny it, even to myself. The lies I blinded myself with just weren’t convincing enough.
I was surprised by a strong, warm hand sliding up my skin beneath my oversized shirt, resting on my waist, and turning me onto my back. A comforting weight pinning my torso to the bed before soft kisses were delivered to my neck. My eyes were still closed, depriving myself of one sense to heighten all the others. My hand traveled up to his hair, hooking my fingers in the silky strands, pulling him closer to me, wanting those kisses to deepen. Soft wasn’t what I needed right now. I was burning, and mere sprinkles just wouldn’t be enough to extinguish this blazing fire.
Slowly, I opened my eyes as Jackson looked down at me before ravishing my lips much more hungrily than he ever had. I shut my eyes again, looking for the same feeling I had had in that kitchen. His tongue was demanding, as was his hand that now traveled down my thigh. But still, I wanted more. I needed so much more.
He broke the kiss, pulling back, and I opened my eyes again. Max’s piercing blue eyes looked back at me with an unmatched hunger.
MAX?! What the…
He pulled my legs apart, placing himself between them, never breaking our gaze. This staredown made me shiver in waves of painful anticipation. I needed those hands on me again. I needed those ravishing kisses that ate every inch of my mouth. I needed them everywhere.
I pulled his face down closer to mine, stretching to reach his ear. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
At the sound of that, Max pushed his rock-hard erection into me, making me moan in pleasure, before grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head. Before I could inhale, he took over my lips again, kissing me like raging thunder.
Another set of hands was pulling my shirt up, exposing my breasts, while the other two still held mine in place above my head. I could feel the heat of his skin blazing mine, the fire of his kisses burning my lips, the flames of his lust igniting my core.
What the fuck is going on?
Max drew a trail of wet, hungry kisses down my neck, going further down with each one, finally arriving at my breasts. Taking one of my sensitively perked nipples into his mouth, he bit and sucked, driving electric jolts of pleasure straight to my core. His hard cock pressed into my craving pussy, in sync with the licks and bites that were driving me crazy.
He looked up at me, and again, it was Jackson I saw. His dark eyes shining a shade darker, hiding the same lust I was feeling.
I couldn’t make sense out of any of this, but my body was craving it all.
Jackson sat back on his legs and removed his shirt, my hands still bound above my head by a second pair of hands. I had no idea who they belonged to, but then again, I was seeing two faces on the same person.
Jackson’s defined body was like a heavenly sin, each muscle perfectly toned, bulging under his sun-kissed skin. I struggled to wiggle out of my restraint to touch him, but those unrelenting hands were keeping me in place.
He ran his hand from my neck to my mound, agonizingly slow, passing between my breasts before resting the heel of his hand on my clit. The pressured circles he drew on it built a blissful tension that tore small moans straight from my chest.
The other pair of hands let one of them slide to descend and grip my breast. First in full and then just the nipple, pinching, pressing, and twisting. The pain made me wince at first, the line between pleasure and pain nothing but a blur, but soon, I felt my arousal grow, dampening my underwear.
I couldn’t get enough of this feeling. I looked up to see who was delivering this divine torture, and those ice-blue glaciers were looking back at me again. Max.
“Oh, God…” I moaned. I had never felt pleasure like this in my life.
Before I knew it, my panties were lining the floor, as was my shirt, both men now completely naked in front of me, too. Jackson had his erection fisted in a tight grip. I could see the slow pumps as his eyes were intently locked onto me, drinking in the sight of my naked body.
The craving for more of that slow-burning pleasure made my back arch and my breasts protrude. I needed them to touch me. Damn! I needed them to fill me.
“Ask me again,” Max demanded, and I was lost for a minute.
He pulled me by my ankles until my ass was almost dangling off the bed as he steadily kneeled between my open legs. We’d been here before. I’ve seen Max from this exact angle, and fuck did he look as divine now as he did three fucking years ago .
I could feel his warm breath fanning my aching pussy, drenched with desire, dripping in lust. I bucked my hips, searching for connection, but found none.
“Ask me again.” He grunted once more in a deeper, more menacing tone, and this time, I knew what he meant.
“Fuck me.”
His warm tongue traced a wet trail from my ass all the way up to my clit, making me writhe beneath him. Jackson was kneeling close to my head, pinching my nipples as he placed my hand over his cock, coaching me to stroke him just as he liked it. My body was burning from their touch, from the sensuality, from whatever crazy shit was going on.
I couldn’t help the moans from filling the room as they both worked my body. Before I was lost to the pit of pleasure, Max drew back and spun me around, pressing my face into the mattress, my ass high in the air, completely vulnerable to his will.
“Ask me again. Beg me.” I couldn’t help but comply. I was aching from the emptiness. My pussy was already pulsing but gripping nothing. I desperately needed to be filled.
“Fuck me. Oh, God, please fuck me hard. Both of you.”
“Choose. You can’t have both, Alison.”
But soon enough, a loud cry burned its way through my chest. Max had buried himself deep inside me in just one brutally fulfilling thrust. I cried out in pain. In delight. In complete bliss. He stood there, pressing into me, not moving, allowing my convulsing pussy to take him all in.
Jackson fisted my hair, pulling me up to rest on my hands before poking his glistening tip against my lips. I took him deep into my mouth as Max started a slow grind from behind. Two hands twisting my nipples, mixing pain and unbearable pleasure. They practically hadn’t even moved, and I was already close to losing myself.
“A fucking angel.” I heard them both groaning before they started moving. Max’s fingers harshly grabbed my waist, pulling me to him with every new thrust, while Jackson held my head, my hair twisted around his fist in a strong grip as he corrupted my mouth.
I looked up to look into Jackson’s hazy eyes, but I saw Max instead. Startled, I took his cock out of my mouth and looked back, seeing Jackson driving in and out of me.
This made no sense, but I couldn’t deny the growing force that was dangerously close to exploding inside me. I drove Max back into my mouth, timing my strokes with Jackson’s heavy thrusts. He was hitting every star in me, every right spot, dangling me between light pain and brutal pleasure.
I was ascending to heaven while burning like I was in hell. A big ball of fire grew in my core, threatening to shatter me into my personal big bang.
“Oh, fuck… I…I…” I looked back and saw Max riding me hard, almost to the brink of rupture. I looked up and saw Max again, fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow. He was everywhere, omnipresent like a fucking God or maybe the damn devil. The sheer force of his thrusts pulling tears down my cheeks, and I yearned for more. “I’m going to…Ah…”
I woke up with my own scream, my pussy throbbing with the beginning of my orgasm trapped inside me.
“Jesus fuck!”
I couldn’t handle this limbo. I needed release. I twisted over to my nightstand, grabbing Sir Shakesalot, eagerly switching him on before this feeling was lost.
His low hum filled my ears while his steady vibration on my clit pushed me over the cliff and into a spiraling pit of pleasure. A black hole sucking me under, only to reluctantly spit me out after a couple of earth-shattering moments.
I was a total shaking mess. My orgasm made me quake even after it had subsided.
I was still in a daze. Completely confused and wasted.
What the hell was that? Thank you for the mind fuck, Morpheus!
I never thought this could be a turn-on for me. Not the threesome fantasy, but the way the harshness and dominance turned me on, and more even the fact that Max was the star in it. That just couldn’t happen.
This dream was too enlightening. Too telling of where my head and heart were headed, but I needed to avoid the crash. I’d been there before, and it just wasn’t worth it.
I picked up my phone and turned it back on. A bugging hope to find a message from Max enraged me, especially when I saw none.
I needed to deal with this situation before it got out of hand. I needed to bury that lust under something, under someone. Anyone. Anyone at all, besides Max.