Chapter 25 Max
MAX
By the time she slips into her room my entire body is burning with fucking need.
I thought my cause of death would be the tiny fucking bikini she chose to wear today, while I was forced to keep my hands to myself.
But no, it turns out the cause of my death will be not knowing what she and Zack did in that fucking cave.
Just the thought of it has driven me halfway to madness for most of the day, and don’t even get me started on that damn dinner.
The two of them could barely look one another in the eye without her blushing, or him grinding his jaw.
It wasn’t the time or place to ask her what happened then, but it sure as shit is now.
“Hey, sorry, I was walking on the beach with Jace.” Is how she greets me, like I give a fuck about her palling up with Conrad on the fucking sand.
It doesn’t matter that I know he is probably one of the very few people on this earth that can actually get through to her, understand her, right now he’s not the man I’m concerned with.
“Good swim today?” I ask, sipping the drink I poured myself as I get right to the point.
Once again her blush is instant, her eyes staring mine down, as she begins to untie the straps of her dress from behind her neck.
“Zack got me off in the pool,” she replies matter of factly, as if she is commenting on the weather, but still my cock jerks in response.
“Is that what you wanted to know? Is that what’s kept you silent and possessive all through dinner?
” she adds with a scoff, and I can see I’m being treated to the bratty side of her personality tonight.
Well, two can play that game.
“Take off your dress and get on your knees.” I let my command hang clear in the air, as her movements halt and her gaze snaps to mine.
I watch as she absorbs my demand, her body reacting to my words before her mind has even had a chance to catch up.
Her chest heaves with a quick intake of breath, her nipples pebbling beneath her dress and her thighs pressing together subtly, but still she remains frozen in place.
Her hesitation only entices me more, knowing that it will make her submission all that much sweeter.
I lean back in the chair, taking another sip of my drink as her mind works overtime, piecing together whatever is happening here.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I ask, spreading myself wide so I can watch her carefully. “Did you think just because you let your brother touch you that you don’t still belong to me?” She knows my question is a taunt, but still she rises to it, just like I knew she would.
“I know I belong to you,” she snaps, probably not realizing the thrill her words shoot through my veins.
Fuck. How long have I waited to hear her admit something like that so freely?
She’s mine now, but still I hear what she isn’t saying, too.
She does belong to me, but she also wants to belong to him.
Zack is a thorn between us, that has been there since the beginning, but that was when we thought we both couldn’t have him.
That was before he drunkenly took her to bed, before he kissed me.
Neither of us know what it means for us now, except for the fact it’s just reignited how much we still want him.
So why am I jealous he got to touch her?
Or am I jealous he touched her and not me?
“Then fucking show me, take off that dress and get on your damn knees, I won’t ask again.”
Her hands move on instinct now, pulling down her dress from where she already untied it around her neck, slowly sliding it down her body inch by glorious inch.
She’s only wearing a strapless red bra and thong underneath, the color looking delectable against her pale skin.
I can’t help but study every inch of her, as if I don’t already have her entire body committed to memory.
She’s the most perfect thing I have ever fucking seen, and then she does as she’s told and drops to her knees.
Fuck.
My cock is already rock hard, has been since she stepped out of that pool earlier with her flushed fucking cheeks, and as she starts to crawl toward me, I feel myself leak at my tip. Fuck, she’s every man’s dream, and from the smirk on her face she fucking knows it too.
“Like what you see?” she taunts, and I almost fucking groan at the sight of her, as I let my palm slide down and grip my cock.
“I think you know the answer to that, princess,” I hiss, jerking my cock so she can see exactly what she does to me, gripping myself even tighter.
“I fucking love what I see,” I tell her, watching her until she finally reaches me, her eyes looking up at mine, waiting for her next instruction.
“Now shut up and put that pretty mouth on me.” My voice is low and filled with desire, and like the good girl I know she is, she obeys instantly.
Her hands are steady as she takes over my grip, wrapping her delicate fingers round the base of my cock and squeezing firmly.
Then she holds my stare as she leans forward and spits directly on my tip, just the way she knows I like, using her fingers to spread her saliva down my shaft, pulling a hiss from me.
Only when my cock is thoroughly soaked does she finally put her mouth on me, drawing out her teasing until she is making me groan.
I watch as her mouth closes around me, my cock thickening even more against her tongue, as her wet mouth sucks me deep inside.
I let her work me over for a while, letting her set the pace, until I am done with her teasing.
My hand reaches out and grips her hair, guiding my cock in and out of her throat with rough movements, savoring her gags and moans.
My mouth opens, just about to praise her, when there is a quick knock on her door, three short raps against it, letting me know who it is long before Zack’s voice cuts in. “We need to talk,” he states firmly, and my smile is instant, especially when I watch as Lily’s gaze goes wide in a panic.
She moves quickly to try and pull herself off me, but I tighten my grip, keeping her in place as I call out, “Come in.”
Zack doesn’t hesitate at the sound of my voice, pushing inside without pause, only to freeze when his eyes land on us.
From his angle by the door he’s got a perfect side view of the two of us, me with my legs spread wide, and Lily on her knees with my cock in the back of her throat.
I don’t relent in my movements, not pausing as I continue to guide her up and down my length while he watches.
“What the fuck?” he finally chokes out, but his eyes remain fixed on the forced bob of her head as she swallows me down.
“What’s the matter? You can get her off, but she can’t get me off?
” I ask, arching my brow and daring him to try and deny this.
“She is mine after all,” I add, just to be an asshole, and Lily tries to pull back, no doubt to try and placate things, but I keep her firmly in place.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I grunt, thrusting up into her mouth until she gags, before fixing my stare back on her brother.
“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” he scoffs, shaking his head, his eyes still fixated on her. “Why are you doing this, she’s my…”
I cut him off before he can even finish his bullshit sentence.
“She’s your what?” I ask, making him pause as his eyes finally meet mine, and I smirk with another groan.
“Go on, finish that thought, I know we’d both love to hear your answer.
” I let my words hang in the air between us, knowing this is the moment, this is the point that could change everything, and to my delight he remains silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
When I look back to the girl who has us both caught in her trap, her eyes are already on mine, sparkling in delight at this new development.
She doesn’t resist against my hold now, isn’t trying to pull away, no, in fact she is giving me the best head of my fucking life.
And I know it isn’t just for my benefit, it’s for his.
She wants to show off for him, and it only turns me on more.
“Well, are you waiting for an invitation, Royton?” My eyes stay on hers, but my words are for him, and she knows it.
I’m done playing whatever this fucking game is with him, and I won’t let him lead my girl on, not when I know how much he wants this. But still, he has to be the one to choose this, choose us.
Lily keeps sucking my cock, moaning at the taste of me and my rough hold, and when the silence continues to linger, I let my stare move back to him.
Zack still hasn’t moved, too transfixed at the show before him I’m sure, even if he would try to deny it, but I see more than most. I note the dilation of his pupils, the bob of his throat, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s so turned on right now that I know he is going to snap at any moment.
“Have you had her mouth yet?” I ask, pulling his stare to mine, as I reach down and stroke her face, brushing my thumb against her swollen lips where they are wrapped around me.
He’s shaking his head before he even realizes it, opening his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.
He has to clear his throat to be heard, his eyes still on hers, as he finally pushes the door closed behind him.
“No, I haven’t,” he chokes out, and I use my hold on Lily to angle her head, so she can look at him as she blows me.
“Oh you should fucking feel it, it’s almost as good as her pussy.
” My words have his eyes darkening even more, his tongue peeking out to trail along his lips in anticipation.
“Or are you just watching my dick sink into her mouth, wishing it was you on your knees?” I taunt, relishing in the way he looks desperate to take her place.
“Why don’t you show him how I need it, princess?
” I add to Lily, my eyes still on him, and she obeys instantly, picking up her movements and letting me move her faster up and down my shaft.
She sucks me perfectly, my cock hitting the back of her throat on every thrust up into her mouth, and I can see her brother is completely hypnotized by her movements.
Not that I can blame him, she looks fucking perfect with my fat cock between her swollen lips, and fuck I can’t wait to see her swallow Zack down too.
“Fuck, princess, that’s it,” I groan, tipping my head back, but keeping my eyes on Zack, as she paints my cock with her tongue. She keeps taking me to the back of her throat over and over, giving me exactly what I need, until I feel my balls drawing up in pleasure.
I’m so close to unloading down her throat, especially given the audience we have, and I can’t stop myself from gripping her head even tighter. I’m locked in and ready to go when Zack mutters words that have me falling over the edge.
“Come in her mouth,” he demands, his voice now clear and full of command. “I want to watch you unload down her throat.”
And with that I explode, my movements turning sloppy, ropes of cum spraying her tongue and the back of her throat, as she struggles to swallow me down.
I’m still pumping my hips into her mouth when Zack stalks across the room, grabs her by the back of the neck, and drags her up until her mouth can collide with his.
Then he is kissing her. Zack is kissing her, but he’s tasting me.