Chapter 18 Max
MAX
After a year of fucking agony, I finally feel like I can breathe again, and all it takes is her lips on mine.
I press her into the counter, kissing her like I might die if I stop, and feel ignited when she kisses me back just as hard.
The distance she put between us evaporates in an instant, as my hands slide into her hair and pull her head back roughly, deepening our kiss even further.
Fuck. How many times have I thought about this?
Tried to remember the taste of her? Tried to recall the feeling of her body against mine?
Too many to fucking count, to the point I almost went insane.
Goddamn her.
She pushed me away, told me what we had was nothing, and even though I knew she didn’t mean it, I let myself walk away, because I knew it was what she needed.
I’ve spent the last twelve fucking months knowing I couldn’t have her, and now here I am, once again swirling in her fucking orbit.
My cock swells and fuck, I can’t stop touching her, not when I’m fucking starved of her, not when she’s finally pulling herself together enough to admit she wants this.
My hands reach down and grab her ass, pulling her against me. “Bedroom,” she gasps against my mouth, but I’m already shaking my head.
“Too far,” I grunt, pulling away and spinning her in my hold until I can bend her over the counter. “Need you now.”
Then I drop to my knees behind her and drag her jeans down over her ass, before spreading her cheeks and slicking my tongue between them.
Fuck. These lips taste even better than the other ones, and the moan she lets out sends a shiver down my spine.
Her pussy is already wet, like she was getting off on just my tongue in her mouth, and that does ungodly things to me.
When we first started fucking I could tell she was inexperienced, but I soon taught her what it meant to be fucked. It wasn’t long before she was owning exactly what she wanted, and I loved every fucking second of it.
I lap at her furiously, licking and sucking every inch of her pussy, before massaging her clit with my tongue until she is crying out against the counter.
“Max, please,” she cries, knocking her glass off the counter onto the floor, but neither of us even flinch, not when I’m too far gone on the taste of her swollen cunt.
“That’s it, beg me, baby, it’s the least you could do,” I tease, swirling my tongue round her clit and then pulling it between my teeth. “I mean, you did deny me this sweet pussy.” I drag my tongue back and forth before sinking it into her hole, savoring the guttural moan that rips from her throat.
I alternate between fucking her cunt and swirling her clit with my tongue, while my hands massage her ass, committing it all to memory once more.
“More, Max, please, I need more,” she begs, and I smile against her cunt, thinking about how loud she is going to scream when I fuck her. The thought has me leaking behind my jeans, my cock aching for release.
“Give it to me, princess, come on my tongue and then you can come on my cock,” I tell her, lapping at her clit furiously.
“I want it fucking dripping for me.” I need to fuck her, I need to fuck her so badly that I know I won’t last long, not when I am granted the sweet relief of her slick heat again.
Her hips start to grind against my willing tongue, which lets me know she's close, she always gets demanding when she is. I groan as more of her juices gush against my willing mouth, dragging my tongue up and down her wet slit until her body starts to shake.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, as she falls apart against my tongue and I lap at her taste a few more seconds, before rising to my feet and ripping open my jeans.
I give my cock a few rough strokes, swiping it along her wet pussy, before lining up with her hole and thanking fucking God she still has her IUD.
Then I thrust inside with one sharp snap of my hips, making us both cry out in relief.
She feels even more perfect than I remember, and my cock leaks inside of her.
I grit my teeth as my hands fly to her hips, holding her in place before I fucking embarass myself.
“Max,” she gasps, pushing back against me, and I reach up and fist her hair again, pulling her head back until it’s off the counter.
“I forgot how fucking tight this pussy is, baby,” I seethe, struggling to catch my breath. “How is it that I need you now more than I ever have,” I add, as an afterthought more to myself, my teeth skimming her throat, before she turns her head toward me.
“Fuck me, Max, please, I need you.”
Seven words, that’s all it takes to undo me completely.
I slowly pull all the way back to the tip, letting her feel the loss of every inch, as I lean down and kiss her. “You’re fucking mine, princess,” I whisper against her mouth, before slamming back inside of her, only this time I don’t stop.
I fuck her hard and fast, our skin slapping together and echoing around the kitchen, driving me fucking crazy.
Even pinned beneath me she lifts her hips, sending me deeper with every thrust, and fuck I forgot how good she is at taking my cock.
I give it to her rough, just how we both like, knowing I am the only one to ever do it to her this way, but just as I have that thought, Zack bursts into my mind.
How did he fuck her?
Soft, slow, hard, rough?
Did he learn the secrets of her body like I did?
The thought sends me insane, and I only fuck her even harder.
“God I fucking missed this,” I spit, pulling back and watching as my cock pounds into her and she moans, making me snap my hips even harder.
Her hips are still pushing back against me, meeting my every thrust as she pleads, “Harder, Max, please.” I feel her pussy tightening around me, another orgasm pending, one I know I won’t survive.
“Like this?” I ask, pounding into her so hard that her hips smash into the counter, no doubt leaving a bruise. “You take my cock so fucking good,” I grunt, leaning down and kissing her roughly again, my hand still twisted in her hair.
The kiss is full of heat and need, so dirty that I feel my balls drawing up, as I fuck her mouth with mine.
Her hips start to roll beneath my own, chasing her high, as my thrusts begin to turn erratic.
There are no words to describe how good she feels, not with my cock buried deep inside her and my name being gasped against my lips.
“Fuck, Max, I’m coming,” she cries, her pussy strangling my cock, as I ride her ass even harder.
“Give it to me, baby,” I demand, only making her moan louder, as she explodes around me.
She chants my name on repeat, her pussy taking my cock with ease, until I am coming with a long groan, my hips still pumping until every last drop of my cum has been emptied inside of her.
We’re both sweating and panting, struggling to catch our breath, when she lets out a soft laugh, one I haven’t heard for far too long. “That was amazing,” she breathes, like she can’t quite believe how good she can feel again, but I’m already huffing a laugh.
“Cute that you think we’re done,” I muse, then I pull out of her and drop back to my knees, lapping up my release until she is coming again on my tongue.
After that I carry her to the shower, rinsing us both off and then fucking her again up against the tiles. By the time we make it back to her bedroom she’s had four more orgasms, and when I tuck her back into bed, she smiles at me sleepily.
“I really missed you, Foster,” she breathes, already drifting into a sex-induced nap, and I smile, as I brush a few locks of hair back from her face.
“I missed you too, Royton.”
It fucking killed me to leave her apartment, but there is no way I could bail on the meetings I had lined up, not without a valid excuse as to why.
And I don’t think Zack would take me fucking his sister as a good enough reason.
Especially after everything she told me about seeing Zack at dinner and then talking with Ash at the gym.
Still, my mind is far from focused all day, every thought still on her, and by the time I make it to the end of the day, I am fucking itching to get back to her.
I’m running late thanks to my last client, and all my guys have already gone home.
I pack up my desk quickly, already planning on texting Elle and cancelling on family dinner tonight, when I dip out of my office and notice that everyone has cleared out.
Well, almost everyone. All the main lights are dimmed, but I spot a light at the far end of the hall coming from Zack’s office, and I tell myself to ignore it, that no good will come of what I’m about to do.
Still, I curse and make my way down the hall, not bothering to knock before I push open the door and step inside.
Zack isn’t sitting at his desk like I expect, no, he’s standing in the middle of his floor to ceiling windows and looking out over the city.
He doesn’t even flinch when I enter, not even bothering to turn toward me, as he sips from his amber-filled tumbler and continues to survey the surrounding lights.
“You know Lo used to tell me that all problems could be solved with sex and alcohol,” he starts, taking another pull from his whiskey.
We haven’t seen each other since I tracked him down at the main house’s gym a few days ago, but I know he showed up at Lily’s apartment that night. “I imagine he wasn’t thinking about you fucking his sister when he told you that,” I tease lightly, and finally his head snaps in my direction.
His eyes are tired and bloodshot, the dark circles that used to be present during the war once again prominent, and there is a dusting of hair over his jawline. He looks like shit, and I wished it did something to dull the underlying need always present in the deepest parts of me.