Chapter Forty-Two
Lucy
The past few weeks have flown by. It has been a mixture of heaven and hell. Spending time with Fallon and her friends, relaxing and eating some of the best food I have ever had, and even spending time with Maya’s security guys. They’ve become good friends after so much time together.
The hell part, though, has been being in such close proximity to Max and not being able to jump him at any opportunity.
There is no greater torture than watching Max step out of the pool, water dripping down his muscled torso, pushing his dark hair off his face, and being able to do bugger all about it.
Imagine the agony of being horny twenty-four seven, and temptation is only a few steps away.
What’s even worse is seeing the love birds living freely, showing their love to the world right in front of us.
Even Jenson and Blair are disgustingly cute, even if they don’t realise it themselves.
They think we don’t know that something is going on, but it's clear for everyone to see that they’re fucking.
If they’re not in each other’s bed, they’re eye fucking each other from across the room.
It is painful to see.
And now I’m turned on at the visions of Max doing his impression of Daniel Craig yesterday. It can’t be normal to want him this much. Is it because I know that I can’t? Or because of how madly in love I am with him?
Checking the time, I realise it's 6 am. Everyone got so drunk last night that surely, they will sleep in late this morning. I’m squirming with need, and doing anything about it myself seems like a waste when he is just across the hall.
Fuck it.
I go to my en suite to freshen up a little, because no one wants the morning breath I’ll be owning right now, then creep out of my room.
Checking both ways, trying to act as stealthily as I can, I gently open Max’s door.
Closing it behind me, I turn to look at the bed, only to find that it's empty. What the hell? Where would he be at this time? Unless he got so drunk he didn’t even make it up to bed?
He didn’t seem to be that bad when I left them last night.
I’m standing in the middle of the room like a lost puppy when his bathroom door opens. A very naked Max is standing staring at me. His eyes widen when he spots me, before his usual cocky grin takes over his face. Raising a brow, he crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.
“What a beautiful sight to see this early in the morning. What are you doing up?” He asks.
“I couldn’t sleep.” My voice is huskier than I expected.
“Me either, baby.”
The golden light of the sun from the huge glass wall on the other side of the room illuminates every part of him.
Making him look like the God that he is.
But my eyes are stuck on one part of his body in particular.
His thick cock hangs heavily between his legs; even at half mast, he is impressive.
I lick my lips in anticipation. It’s been a while since I’ve tasted him.
“See something you like, Sugar?” His deep voice rasps out.
I give him a small smile before leisurely walking over to him.
When I’m close, he leans in to take my lips with his, but I don’t give him the chance.
I lean my head back out of his reach, then down to my knees.
I gaze up at him, wearing a coy smile so he knows exactly what I want.
If anyone else could see his face right now, they would think he was angry, but I know this face all too well. That isn’t anger, it’s lust.
Placing my palms on his legs, I trail them up his thick thighs, still not dropping my gaze.
“Baby,” he breathes out.
His dick is fully erect now, at the perfect height for me to taste. Leaning forward, I lick the precum leaking from the head, which makes Max growl in response. Taking the base of his cock in my hand, I start to work him before leaning back in and taking all of him into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Lou.”
I’m taking my sweet time, just as he does when he’s tormenting me. I want to drive him fucking wild. I want him begging and screaming my name as he cums down my throat.
He is white knuckling the door frame with one hand, and the other wraps around my ponytail, using it to keep my head slightly tipped back so I don’t break his eye contact.
The longing that radiates from him causes me to shiver.
This seemed like a good idea a few moments ago, but now I need to relieve my own pressure that’s building.
I release his cock with a pop but stay fisting it with my hand. With the other, I bring it up to my mouth and dip two fingers inside, swirling my tongue around them.
He finally breaks the stare, watching my hand as it leaves my mouth and travels down my own body. My eyes roll into the back of my head once I find my aching clit and begin to make slow circles.
“Luce…” He moans out, tipping his own head back in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re not wearing underwear, are you?”
“Nope,” I say on my own moan, before leaning in to take him into my mouth again.
Only this time it’s different. With my own pleasure building and the moans I’m making, I can take him further. The head of his beautiful cock hits the back of my throat as I swallow and gag around him.
I fucking love it.
And I think he does too.
Lust has well and truly taken over us now. He’s fucking my face. I’m fucking my hand. We’re both groaning and writhing as our climaxes come hurtling towards us.
Within seconds of each other, we’re there, his cum shooting in streams down my throat, but I barely even notice. My own orgasm takes over me as I swallow him down and moan my own release. Having my throat so full of him makes it even more intense.
Holy shit, I’m so glad I snuck into his room after all.
I really should sneak off back to my room before anyone else wakes up.
But I can’t bring myself to leave. This right here is one of the best feelings imaginable.
Both of us are naked, wrapped up in one another in his bed.
The floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glow of morning light in the room, making him look all the more irresistible.
My head is tucked under his chin as I lie across his chest. His hand running trails up and down my arm, lulling me into the calmness that only he ever brings me.
“I don’t want to ever leave this moment.” I sigh into him.
“I know, baby.” He replies solemnly. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“Me either. Do we have any idea how long we’re here for?”
“Not really. Maya is still in danger, which means all of us could be. He has already hurt more than just her, and I can’t take the risk of him coming anywhere near you.” He leans in to kiss the top of my head. “I couldn’t cope if you got hurt.”
It feels so selfish to complain about wanting our relationship out in the open after everything Maya and Tommy are going through. It’s just so frustrating now. All the lying and hiding is becoming too much to handle.
“Let’s see how today goes. If everything is still good by tonight, I think we should tell them. Everyone who’s here are the people we are closest to. We already know that our parents are going to hit the roof, so I don’t see what’s stopping us now.”
What he’s saying makes sense. It does. So why am I so bloody nervous? I think it’s the unknown, and maybe from the trauma we had from telling our parents last time.
The difference is, I couldn’t give a lesser fuck what they think. He is it for me. I’m not whole without him.
It all comes back to time. It is never going to be the perfect moment, and we have wasted too much of it as it is.
It's now or never.
“Okay. We'll tell them later on tonight. What is the worst that could happen?” I say as I burrow deeper into his arms.
“Exactly.”
I can feel his smile as he kisses me again. He moves his hand lower down my body so he can squeeze my arse. I can’t contain my giggle from bursting out of me, which only causes me to rub against his now growing erection.
This man is insatiable. But so am I. I will never get enough of him.
The next thing you know, we’re entwined once again, his mouth on mine and his cock at the entrance to my core.
Facing each other on our sides, he hooks his arm under my knee and hoists it high as he lazily enters me.
I grasp his face between my hands, our faces not parting as we breathe each other in.
We’re not fucking this time but taking it slow.
It feels raw and meaningful and simply perfect.
BANG BANG BANG
“Max! Quick! You need to get up, we have to…”
The door flies open as a female voice enters the room. Only the voice that was speaking ends in a shriek.
“Oh, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Oh, my God!” Gracie cries from the door. “Nope. Nah ah. Not happening. I’m still drunk, and this is an illusion my brain has conjured up.”
I haven’t moved.
Max is still balls deep inside of me.
We don’t even have a cover over us, so every single part of me is wide open for her to see. When reality finally hits, I grasp the sheet from the end of the bed and throw it over our exposed bodies.
“Gr-gracie,” I stammer out.
“Shit, Gracie. What are you doing barging in my room!” Max barks out, anger evident in his tone.
I finally risk a look at her, but all I see is her back. She must have spun when she realised what was happening.
“I-er, came to tell you that, erm, we have to leave. Now. He’s found Maya and is on his way over here. Tommy is arranging travel now.” She blurts out so fast she’s out of breath herself.
“What? Right, okay. We’ll pack now.” Max says as he jumps out of bed, still bollock naked, and starts rushing around the room. Then pauses to look back at Gracie. “Please don’t repeat what you saw to anyone. We are going to tell them when we can.”
“Has this… I mean… Is this a new thing? What the hell, guys?”
“No, it’s been a long time.” He says, but his attention is on getting himself dressed. “I’m sorry, baby, I need to go and see what’s going on.” He adds, before giving me one last look, then scooting around Gracie and leaving the room.
“Gracie,” I croak out. “Please leave it to us to come clean. It needs to come from us.”
“Can I turn back around?” She asks softly, and I just hum in agreement. Her face drops even more when her eyes land on me, and she hurries over to the bed. “Oh, Lucy. Everything will be okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone until you’re ready. But, what exactly is there to tell?”
Taking a deep breath, I shimmy up the bed, taking the blanket with me. The last thing Gracie needs right now is to see any more of my nakedness.
“We’re in love. We have been for a very, very long time.” I admit, my eyes are watering. “Can you believe we were actually going to tell you all later tonight?"
“And you’ve been keeping this to yourself this whole time? Does anyone else know?” She asks, the pity in her eyes is making me want to cry even more.
“We told our parents when we were younger, and it all blew up in our faces. But other than them and Sara, no one else knows.”
“Shit, Lucy. This is a lot for you to carry all alone. I never would have guessed it in a million years!”
“I don’t know what to do. It seems like the timing is never in our favour.” The tears finally fall, silently trickling down my face.
“I have known about you two for all of two minutes, and I could see how much you mean to one another.” She says, taking my hand in hers. “Whenever you’re ready, I promise to help you do it.”