Chapter 14 #2
I leaned into her, body begging, every muscle screaming to take. To claim. To taste her again.
And then, she pulled back. Smiling. Fucking smirking.
“Just friends.”
My chest caved. Air punched out of me like I’d been hit.
“Trouble—” My voice cracked.
She was saying no, but her actions said yes. Her lips brushed down my jaw, and I groaned because it wasn’t where I needed her.
“Think about me tonight.” She whispered, but she was looking right at me, taunting me. I wasn’t going to let her be in control, not tonight.
I rolled on top of her, spreading her legs with my knee, and pressed my hips against hers. My balls tightened at the sound of her shocked gasp.
“I told you I don’t like being messed with,” I whispered. I lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. My hands moved up her inch by inch until they hovered just under the swell of her breasts. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, her skin pale from the moonlight coming through the blinds.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered; her breath raspy.
“I want to take this off,” I said, pointing to her shirt.
She lifted her arms. I gently pulled the shirt over her head, making sure not to snag her arms. I threw it on the ground next to her, quickly glanced at her amazing breasts, and immediately started edging the waistband of her pajama shorts with my fingers.
“You like this, teasing me?” I whispered again. She licked her lips as I ran my hand up her bare leg.
“Yes,” she gloated. “Call it foreplay.”
I nodded my head in acknowledgment.
I leaned down so my lips hovered against her lips. “I’ve had seven years of foreplay with you. I’m pent up. So stop fucking teasing me.”
She put her hand on my bare chest, never taking her eyes off me.
Earlier, we had been caught up in the moment, but now?
This felt different. There was a heat, a real heat, that had been skimming the surface for so long.
It was boiling over now. We were deliberately passing a line, daring each other to go farther than the other.
This was intentional. A choice. One that we were making together.
She looked up at me with a distinct hunger in her eyes, and I matched it. Her fingers grazed my ribs and stopped, hovering like she wasn’t sure if this was happening.
I slid my hand down, pulling her shorts off. She let me, lifting her hips so I could slide them off easily. I ran my hand down her abdomen, palm skimming the soft skin of her waist, waiting for her to stop me.
She didn’t. Instead, her lips parted, and she moaned. That sound sent me into fucking space.
I cupped her breast, thumbing over her nipple until she whimpered. Her back bowed. My hips rutted forward on instinct.
“I’m going to lose my mind,” I murmured, my forehead pressing to hers, our mouths brushing. “Being able to touch you like this, it’s…”
I was actually kind of lost for words. I didn’t know how to tell her how much I fucking loved her, how much this meant to me, how much she meant to me.
She grabbed my hand and tugged it lower, sliding it under the waistband of her panties. Not going to lie, I was going to fucking explode if she continued to take the lead like this. We were two matches to a flame.
“Still want to fake it?” I whispered. I really wanted her to say no.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she guided my hand between her legs, and fuck—she was soaked.
My control snapped. I dragged my fingers over her slick clit—slow and deliberate, circling her in tight circles. I had thought about touching her like this for years. Now that it was happening, I honestly was losing my shit over it.
She let out a strangled moan, tipping her head back and exposing the soft line of her throat in a wordless invitation. I claimed it, my mouth finding her skin, sucking at her pulse just firmly enough to leave a mark.
Her hips moved with my touch.
“Max…” she breathed out. Her voice was cracked and needy. “I need… more.”
I hesitated for a second and then inserted one finger into her. I was gentle.
“This, okay?” I whispered, watching her eyes flutter closed. I needed her to say yes.
“Jesus…” she whispered, clutching my shoulder like she had to hold onto something to keep her on this earth.
“Is this okay?” I asked her again, and she nodded. I pushed in deeper, all the way to my knuckle, and she cried out.
“Fuckkkk, Max.”
“You’re killing me.” I dragged my lips up her neck.
Her hand slid down my stomach, skimming the waistband of my boxers, and I groaned.
Suddenly, she froze. I sensed her hesitation, fear weaving beneath the desire.
I stopped immediately, my hand still gently cradling her, but not pressing any further.
The air shifted. Every nerve in my body screamed to keep going, but her silence said stop louder than any word could.
I wanted her. God, I wanted her. But this was Mackenzie. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her.
“Hey,” I murmured, brushing her hair off her face. “We can stop. We don’t have to go any further.”
“I want to,” she whispered. “I just—I’m… I’m nervous… about touching you. I’ve… I’m not as experienced as you.”
Oh my God, she was such a fucking turn on.
“I’ve got you,” I said. “Just relax. This is about you. You don’t have to touch me back if you aren’t ready.”
She relaxed, her body humming, as she opened her legs up wide for me.
I wanted nothing more than to pleasure her, not caring whether I received anything in return.
All my attention was on her. I kept my touch gentle, drawing slow circles until she was trembling, whispering my name as if it were the only thing anchoring her.
“Faster, Max, please…” She moaned.
I growled, speeding up.
“You like me finger fucking your sweet little cunt?” I pushed another finger inside her, moving my pointer and middle finger in and out of her quickly, still circling her clit with my thumb. “You’re such a fucking bad girl teasing me all day.”
“Oh my God, Max…”
I felt the crescendo rising inside her, my mouth opening automatically as I watched her close her eyes, arch her back, and let out a silent cry.
“Cum on my fingers, Trouble,” I rasped out.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers, pulsing and throbbing. It was amazing. Even better than my dreams.
I kept going, holding her through it, pressing kisses to her temple, her shoulder, anywhere I could reach. She buried her face in my neck to muffle her cries, and she held onto me tighter as her body shook, coating my fingers with her thick cum.
I looked down, watching my fingers move in and out of her, wanting so badly to replace them with my cock. But I’d wait.
I’d wait until she was ready.
I bent down, gently biting her bottom lip, and she moaned so loudly that I was sure the other counselors heard her.
I let her dig her fingernails into my skin. I could feel the blood beginning to prickle, but I didn’t pull away or flinch. I wanted her to feel at home with me.
Because she was my home. And I wanted her to know it, even if I was too nervous to say it out loud.