Chapter 22 Lily #2
“I think about him fucking you, about what it looked like, felt like.” He uses his hands to rock me against his cock, the fabric between us completely maddening, and from the smile on his face, he knows it too.
“I also think about fucking him while he is fucking you, about how it would feel to slam inside of him so hard that you can feel it through him.”
Fuck.
My orgasm is right on the crest now and he’s barely even touched me, but the images he is painting are too real, too raw. It’s like he is reaching inside of my mind, pulling the illicit fantasies that I have never let myself speak out loud right outside of my head.
“Oh god,” I cry, rolling my hips down into him, chasing the high that only he and Zack have ever given me, until it all becomes too much.
“That’s it, so good for me, you like the idea of that almost as much as me, don’t you?
” he grits out, letting me ride out my release against him, and I have barely come down before his hands are fisting my underwear.
“How expensive were these panties?” he asks, watching me carefully, as I try to catch my breath.
“Very,” I pant out, only making him smirk wider.
“Good.” Then he shreds them in two, tossing the flimsy fabric aside, before lifting me slightly so he can open his jeans and shove them down. “Now ride me, princess, let him hear exactly what the fuck he is missing.”
Any response I may have had is cut off, as he slams inside me with one rough thrust, making me cry out in relief.
I make quick work of ripping off his shirt, before pushing him back against the mattress and letting my hands trail down his abs.
His body is so fucking perfect, even with the few scars it bears, and I can’t get enough.
I want more, need more, and I know he is more than happy to give it to me.
I brace myself on his torso, allowing myself to slide up and down his length with slow, purposeful grinds of my hips that I know drive him crazy. “Fuck, baby, you are so fucking perfect for me.”
His words shouldn’t thrill me, shouldn’t send thoughts of another man through my mind as I ride him, but we both knew what this was when we first started. No matter how deep our feelings are now for one another, we still have a need for Zack, and right now Max is stroking that need perfectly.
“Max,” I cry, rocking myself a little faster, relishing in the way he grinds his jaw.
Pushing up until he is once again seated, he grips my hips and grinds our bodies together, as I pant into his mouth.
“More, please, I need more,” I beg, making him groan, as one of his hands slips down between my ass.
“You want this filled too, don’t you?” he taunts, swiping some of my wetness up over my back hole.
“My girl is so greedy.” His fingers circle my hole, until one of them pushes past the tight ring, making me gasp.
“You’d look so fucking pretty filled with two cocks,” he continues, taunting me with his words and teasing me with his fingers, as I continue to ride him.
“Yeah? And which hole belongs to you?” I breathe, rocking myself against him, my arms wrapping around his neck, so every grind of my hips has my clit rubbing against him.
“Fucking all of them,” he grunts, kissing me possessively, as his finger slides deep into my ass. “Don’t get confused, princess, your brother could walk in here right now and fuck you raw with me, but you’d still belong to me.”
Fuck.
His words have goosebumps rising along my skin, as I move back and forth between his cock and finger, feeling how thoroughly he owns me.
I don’t know how I ever thought I could deny this, not the first night we were together, or every night since. I felt it, even before he was bold enough to make his move, even when I tried to ignore it, it was there, just like it is with Zack.
“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” I whisper against his lips, only making him growl, as his hand grips my hip even tighter.
“Fuck, princess, I said talk dirty to me, not fucking ruin me,” he groans, kissing me passionately, before dropping us both back against the mattress. “I love you too, baby, so fucking much and I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Again his words fuel something inside of me, and I feel myself ready to fall apart.
“For what? Loving you,” I snort, teasing him slightly, but my laugh turns into a moan as he slams up into me roughly.
“No, for taking my cock like it was fucking made for you, brat,” he confirms, slapping my ass roughly. “Now come for me, and make it nice and loud to piss off your brother.”
I writhe against him hard and fast, sweat trickling down my back, but I don’t stop, I can’t, not when this is the best high I’ve felt in the last year.
Max doesn’t just love me, he’s the reason I’m still whole, because every time I fell apart, he was there to pick up the pieces.
“Max!” I cry, falling apart in an entirely different manner, as my orgasm rushes through me.
“Fuck yes, that’s it,” Max groans, taking control of my movements, as he guides me up and down his length, his finger still fucking my ass. “You’re fucking strangling me, baby.”
My entire body is trembling as I gush against him, but it doesn’t stop him, he’s relentless in his movements, gripping my hip tightly, as he pounds into me from below, chasing his own release.
I know when he finds it because his entire body tenses, his movements less controlled, until he is spilling inside of me with a roar.
“Fuck!”
He doesn’t stop until every last drop of cum has been wrung from his cock, and we are both sweating and breathless. Then he is kissing me again, ravishing my mouth with his until I feel like my head is spinning, and for the first time in months, the only thing I am thinking of is him.