Chapter 2 Lily
LILY
FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO
“Stop looking at me like that, Foster,” I snap, glaring at him over my coffee cup, but Max only smirks knowingly.
“Like what, princess?” he asks innocently, his very tone sending a delicious shiver down my spine, but still he acts the epitome of casual.
We’ve been fucking like dogs in heat for the last two weeks, and still he can bring a blush to my cheeks with just that one term of endearment.
What started as a drunken crossing of lines, as we denied our attractions to the same person, has soon turned into something else entirely.
His green eyes sparkle with defiance as he watches me, and I fight not to shudder under his intense appraisal.
I’ve always found him attractive, hard not to, but I never imagined us like this.
And now somehow, in such a short space of time, I can’t imagine us any other way.
“Like you’ve seen me naked,” I clap back, and his smirk widens.
“Is that what we’re calling you bouncing on my cock this morning?” he asks far too loudly, cocking a brow at me, and my eyes widen in disbelief.
“Oh my god, will you keep it down,” I scold, flicking my stare around the coffee shop and praying that no one heard him, but Max only laughs.
“And here’s me thinking you liked it when I’m vocal,” he teases, his hand disappearing under the table before I feel it brush across my knee.
“I seem to remember something about you begging for more dirty talk when I fucked you against the shower wall the other day.” His hand dances up the inside of my thigh before I snatch it up with my own, pushing him away.
“Yeah, well, I can’t be held accountable for what I say when your monster of a cock is inside me,” I toss back, straightening my skirt, and Max leans back in his chair to watch me.
“Monster, huh? I like the sound of that,” he beams, and I roll my eyes, fighting against the flutter of something unusual in the pit of my stomach. “I like it even more when you scream my name when you’re coming all around it,” he adds, still not caring if anyone hears him, and I huff a laugh.
“You’re insufferable, do you know that?”
“I think you mean insatiable,” he corrects, as I push back from the table with a glare.
“I’m going to the bathroom, you fiend, and then we can leave,” I tell him, walking away before he can respond, because I suddenly feel in desperate need to splash some cold water on my face.
Heading down the hallway, I find the women’s bathroom and push inside, making quick work of going to the toilet and then washing my hands.
When I meet my stare in the mirror, I find my cheeks completely flushed, and I silently curse Max for the effect he has on me.
When I turn and reach for the door, it bursts open before I can even wrap my hand around the handle.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask Max, as he pushes inside, closing the door and locking it behind him.
“I need you now,” he demands, slamming his lips to mine and shoving me back against the sinks.
He kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth and massaging it with my own until he is groaning deeply.
His hands find my hips and he picks me up, pulling me up until he can wedge me between the edge of the sink and his body.
“Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?” he grunts against my mouth, before his lips travel down my jaw until they can sink into my jugular. “You drive me fucking crazy, princess.”
I gasp as his tongue skims my throat, his hands already fumbling with his pants to release his cock.
He’s hard and leaking, and doesn’t waste any time in reaching beneath my skirt and shoving the fabric of my underwear aside.
Then I watch in sick fascination as he licks the full length of his hand from palm to fingertip, drenching it in spit before shoving it between my thighs.
“Max, please,” I cry, as his dark and skillful fingers glide through my now slick pussy, and his answering groan makes me shudder.
“Please what, baby?” he asks, teasing my clit with the pad of his thumb, as he shoves two fingers inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, riding his hand, and he watches me with rapt attention, like I am the most fascinating thing he has ever seen.
It’s like it doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it’s still like the first time, every time. Like we are just as desperate, just as needy, and I can’t wrap my head around it.
“I’ll fucking give you anything,” he groans, pulling his fingers from my cunt, before fisting his cock and spitting on that too. He jerks himself a few times, before lining himself up with my entrance. “Hold on tight for me, baby, this is going to be rough.”
Then he slams inside of me and I cry out in relief.
“Oh God!” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck so I can hold onto him, as he starts to fuck me hard and fast.
“Not God, princess, say my name when I’m fucking you,” he demands, gripping my hair and pulling it tight until my stare is locked on his. “Tell me who owns this tight cunt,” he adds. “Tell me how much you love my fucking cock.”
“Max,” I choke, my orgasm already cresting. “Don’t stop, please, you feel so good.” He kisses me again, hot and messy, wrapping my hair round his fist, as his other hand grips my hip to keep me in place.
“That’s it, good girl, you love taking my cock, don’t you?” He pounds into me at a pace so relentless that the mirror on the wall behind us starts to rattle.
There is no doubt in my mind that if anyone is on the other side of that door, they know exactly what we are doing, but I don’t have it in me to care. Not when I can feel every inch of him thrusting inside of me, not when the high of pleasure he gives me is just out of reach.
“Yes, I love it,” I cry, my body beginning to shake, and he grunts against my mouth.
“And I love this tight little cunt.” He pushes me back, forcing himself deeper inside of me, as every snap of his hips start to smash against my clit.
“Now come for me, princess, I need to feel you strangling my cock.” The hand on my hip slips between us and starts frantically circling my clit, until I explode around him with a scream.
“Max, fuck,” I cry out, my body going tense in his arms, as he picks up his pace even faster.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, picking me up and spinning us until my back hits the door, and then he is fucking me even harder.
“I’m fucking addicted to this pussy.” His hands fist my hips so roughly that I’m sure my skin will be stained in fingertip-shaped bruises tomorrow, feeling so far from casual that I can’t help but kiss him again.
The hot swipes of his tongue and the pounding of his cock send me wild.
The sounds of our skin slapping, the door rattling, and our moans and groans swirl together in a symphony I could listen to forever.
My first orgasm barely ends before another one pulses through me, and then Max explodes with a curse, thrusting into me a few more times, before he collapses against me and the door.
“You’re fucking perfect, princess,” he huffs, pulling back and trying to catch his breath, before he kisses me softly with a smile.
When he pulls out and slides my underwear back in place, I feel his cum spill out of me, and he watches me knowingly as I start to straighten myself back up. “You really are insatiable,” I tell him with a shaky laugh, and he shrugs.
“Only for you.” The three words slip out of his mouth so fast that I blink back a little in surprise.
“Don’t tell me I tamed the wild Max Foster,” I tease, more than aware of his past reputation, but we both know what I’m really talking about.
“Hmm, something like that,” he muses, tucking my hair behind my ears before he nods his toward the door. “Now come on, before they call the police on us for indecent exposure.”
I laugh as he opens the door, not feeling any panic at his mock threat, as he leads me back through the shop. “I’m not worried, I know Logan would happily bail me out and then high five me for the reason for my arrest.”
Max laughs deep in his chest, opening the door for me. “And what about me?”
I only shrug, staring at him with pleasure and mischief-filled eyes. “I’m sure you’d enjoy a night in jail, I bet the prisoners would be more than happy to drop the soap for you,” I wink, and he spanks my ass sharply, as he walks us back to his car.
He opens another door for me, but then blocks my path before I can get in, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “You’ll pay for that later, princess,” he tells me and I smirk.
“Looking forward to it, Foster.”