33. Montana
“Knock it off if you don’t plan on doing anything about it,” I grumble into Ellison’s hair as my arm tightens around her waist. Her sexy little ass pushes back against me like a quick tease before she’s spinning to face me.
She’s been insatiable all week. My restraint had snapped at the waterfall, that scrap of fabric she’d called a bathing suit making it impossible to resist tasting her sweet pussy before sinking into all that tight heat over and over again.
We can’t get enough of each other, and I am not complaining.
“I’ve been begging to do something about it since I got here, Max. You know I’m nervous about the first day of school tomorrow,” she whines a split second before her lips land on mine in a bruising kiss that she commands with every lick of her tongue. My palm finds the curve of her ass and I squeeze, digging my fingers into her flesh and pressing her tighter to my body.
I’m tired—but never too tired for this.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip before she’s forcing my head back to kiss the underside of my jaw and down my throat. My chest heaves as she slides over me, traveling lower, her mouth hot and wet on my skin until she’s settled between my legs.
“You gonna let me take these off you?” she asks, the words sounding innocent—but it’s all an act. Her breath ghosts over the head of my dick through the fabric, causing it to jump and me to groan.
“Yes.”
Humming, she hooks her thumbs in the elastic waistband and drags the tight cotton slowly over my hips, nipping and tasting me without really touching.
It’s maddening.
And addictive.
And she’s definitely going to pay for it.
“Is this for me?” Ellison asks coyly, taking my dick in her hand once she’s finally gotten me naked and laid out for her.
“Yes.” The word is hoarse as it leaves my throat, my pulse pounding in my chest as she strokes me. I feel exposed and vulnerable and completely at her mercy.
I feel owned by Ellison Mills.
“You’ve been so good, haven’t you? I’ve been dying to taste you, Max.” She had me last night. And the night before but that hardly seems relevant when she’s been using my body to take her mind off this new chapter in her life.
“Fuck, baby.” My hips jerk off the bed as she licks up the entire length of my cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Mmm, that sounds sexy, Max.” She purrs as her tongue drags along the veins before her lips wrap gently around the head, teasing the underside and licking precum from the slit.
God damn this woman.
“Ellison.” I moan her name as I grip her hair lightly, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Not this time.” She bats me away, her gaze wicked as she looks up at me. “Grip the headboard. I want to see you all stretched out for me.” She pulls her shirt over her head, and I watch as it falls somewhere beside her. Ellison’s full, round tits mock me, and my arms flex as I grip the headboard tighter.
“I’m gonna break this thing if I can’t touch you,” I say through gritted teeth, but she just shrugs, her breaths rising and falling with the motion, her pretty pink nipples peaked and taunting me.
“I’d say that’ll be a hell of a compliment.” She winks and then drags her chest over me before settling back between my legs. My eyes squeeze shut and I pray for control even as she taunts me with her mouth, her hands…her whole fucking body.
The headboard slams against the wall when her lips start to devour me. The movements are slow—intentional—and so fucking maddening as she licks and swirls her tongue, pulling off just a little before taking more of me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat.
She hums, one hand squeezing and massaging my balls while the other wraps around the base, stroking me so good my eyes roll back and I curse.
I want to fuck her mouth. I want her gagging on my dick as she moans around me, her tits bouncing and swaying until I come so hard I black out.
“Not yet, Max.”
“You’re too fucking good, El—it feels too damn good.” She hums her approval and I grip the wood, the bite of it the only thing keeping me grounded. Sweat dots my hairline as every muscle in my body flexes under her touch.
“Are you going to come down my throat?” she says, pulling off long enough to taunt me.
“Jesus, yes.” The headboard rattles again. “Please, baby.”
Her eyes are molten as she sucks me harder and deeper until I can’t hold on anymore. My orgasm rips through my body, the magnitude of pleasure beyond everything I’ve ever felt as my vision blurs and she swallows around me.
My chest heaves but it doesn’t matter—I need her.
And I need her now.
Sitting up just enough, I grab her arms and haul her up my body until my mouth crashes over hers. She gasps as one hand grips the back of her neck and the other dives under the sheer fabric of her panties to grip the perfect globe of her ass.
“I need you out of these,” I say as I drag the material as far as it will go with her pressed against me, “and sitting on my face.”
* * *
ELLISON
Montana kissesme one last time before hauling me up his body. His muscles bunch and flex and my mouth waters again like I didn’t just have him coming down my throat a couple of minutes ago. His breath is hot against my core, and I want desperately to lower myself down so he can take control of me the way I had with him.
Watching him surrender to me had been the ultimate high and something I hadn’t been able to put into words until this very moment. Things like empowered—emboldened—come to mind. Being with Montana has always been about more than just the chemistry and lust pulsing between us, but finally being able to act on it is practically euphoric.
It is the way I know without a doubt that I could ask for anything and he’d give it to me without hesitation. I’d definitely been asking for it at the waterfall. But I’d never been able to do that with anyone, romantic or otherwise, and the idea that I could ask for the things that made me feel good is something I’m still trying to reconcile.
“You’re not nervous are you, Eddie? I had you bent over and spread wider than this just the other day,” he says as he leans up and swipes his tongue against my slit. I moan, my cheeks heating as I stare down my naked body to the absolute hunger in his eyes.
“Course not,” I say even though I can hear the slight tremor in my voice.
“Mmm, then be a good girl and let me help.” His voice is soothing—confident—and I nod, grateful for his willingness to do this for me even though I don’t know how I feel about his use of good girl.
Do I like it?
Am I a good girl?
Does his sayin’ it low and growly turn me on?
I can’t dwell on it too long though because his rough palms grip my hips, his skin against mine a delicious contrast as he pulls me slowly down to meet his waiting lips. His stubble tickles the inside of my thighs right before he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I gasp and he holds me tighter, forcing me to buck against his glorious assault. Montana groans, his fingertips kneading my ass cheeks as he licks at me before thrusting his tongue inside me. He moves and grinds me against his face, his beard and hands and mouth all taking part in the pleasure building between my legs.
It’s hot and messy, and I love every second of the way he’s staring at me with a wildness he only ever gets when we’re together.
“Do that thing to my clit again,” I pant and he does, sucking and rolling the tiny bud and teasing the hell out of me. I gasp and moan and writhe against him, his palm coming down hard on my backside once—twice—and I shatter.
Montana’s tongue is relentless until I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess, my throat hoarse from chanting his name over and over for giving me the best orgasm of my life.
“Think I can make you come again?” He grins, his face absolutely covered in me. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain is the little voice that says I should be embarrassed—that this was wildly unladylike and I should be ashamed for demanding my own pleasure.
But the look on Montana’s face and the way my heart skips a beat at the sight of him under me forces all the doubt back into the box where it belongs. This moment was for me—us—and I won’t let anything stop me from enjoying it.
“I think I might need a minute,” I say wryly, and he chuckles as he moves me carefully until I’m lying beside him.
Lacing my fingers with his, I note all the scars—new and old—that mark him and think not for the first time how well we fit together.
“I needed that,” I say honestly without taking my eyes from where his thumb brushes back and forth againstmine.
“Your mouth on my cock?” he askssarcastically. “Baby, anytime you need to let off some steam, I’m more than at your service.”
”I was thinking more about your face between my legs and your tongue in my pus—” His mouth slants over mine in a kiss that’s as sweet as it is possessive. It’s marking and I am so here for it.
Pulling back, his chest heaving, he stares at me. “Since when do you talk like that?” My mouth opens and closes, the uncertainty his words spark in me making me want to rethink my answer. He growls, his hand gripping mine as he slides my palm down his chest, over his abs, and lower before we’re both gripping his erection. “You did this.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, completely mesmerized by the way he grows harder as I stroke him. You did this.
Hell, yeah, I did.
My grin is wide and cocky, and he grunts as he shakes his head and pulls my hand off him.
“God damn, you’re trouble.” The words hold a fondness that has my heart swelling and butterflies swarming in my belly.
“But you said I was a good girl.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and he gives my ass a quick slap, startling me and forcing me to rock against his thigh nestled between my legs. I moan and he snickers.
“Brat.”
“You like it.”
“I do.”
“I’ve never been able to ask for what I want.” I swallow as I look up at him through my lashes, sincerity replacing the teasing. “I like knowing I can do it with you.” Instead of answering with words, Montana takes me in a sweet, exploratory kiss before pressing his forehead to mine.
“You know I’d do anything for you,” he rasps, and because the emotion between us is too heavy, I plaster on a smirk.
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
“Aaand, the moment’s gone,” he says, feigning annoyance, but he knows…knows exactly what I need.
Rolling his eyes, he climbs out of bed then hefts me naked onto his shoulder. Squealing, I fight against his hold—my fight instinct at the ready as he takes a bite on one ass cheek and spanks the other.
“Now this,”—he spanks me again—“is a bitable ass.”
“Put me down, Max,” I bark but there’s no force behind the words—just a whole lot of heat pooling between my legs as he carries me into the bathroom.
“That make you wet, Eddie? I bet it did.” Flipping on the shower, he closes the curtain before setting me on my feet, making sure to drag me down the entire front of his body in the process. “You’re gonna be in a minute.” His lips twitch at his joke, but I can’t take my eyes off his mouth and the things it did to me. “Should we check?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’re wet? Or yes, we should check?”
“Both,” Iraspas I grip his wrist and draw it down my stomach much the same way he did to me in bed. He follows my lead and lets me impale myself on his finger, moaning as I rock against him, searching for more.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he starts pumping his hand in time with my hips before pulling back and spinning me toward the shower. The sound of his palm against my backside is muffled with the running water, but it doesn’t mask the way I feel him absolutely everywhere. “Shower. Now.”
“But—”
“I didn’t stutter, Eddie. I want you soapy and wet with your tits in my mouth as you come all over me.”
“Well then, I’d hate to make you wait.”
Muttering under his breath, Montana swats at me again as he follows me under the spray, and just like he said, it’s the best shower I’ve ever had.