Chapter 38
MAX
Ever since last week, things have been weird.
Not in a bad way, but in a way that has me feeling like something has been said.
It came after Zack went for drinks with his dad, and then Lily had lunch with her mom.
I don’t know what happened, but I know it’s something.
Lily seems way more settled, and Zack has been in our bed every night, so I can’t exactly complain, but still things seem to be at a standstill.
We still haven’t defined our relationship, or all said how we really feel to one another, and it’s driving me crazy.
So I have decided to take matters into my own hands and use a play from my girl's handbook. I’m stalking Zack in the one place I know he can’t escape me.
His office.
“He’s on the phone,” she tells me, barely even giving me a second glance, as she reaches for the bagged treat I put in front of her and I nod.
“It’s okay, I told him I’m coming,” I lie, keeping my smile in place and heading toward his door without stopping.
When I push inside, he is pacing by the long floor to ceiling windows behind his desk, and I hear someone’s voice droning on through the speakerphone on his desk.
Zack turns when he hears his door, looking like he is about to curse out whoever is interrupting him, before he spots me.
His eyes soften at the sight of me, a look that makes my stomach swirl, before a hint of confusion crosses his stare.
I make sure to reach behind my back and lock the door, thankful his windows are already tinted to the privacy setting, which I’m sure was for the purpose of whatever this call is.
I can tell from his entire demeanor that he is pissed off, and when he’s like this, he doesn’t like his staff seeing it. It’s so typical of my best friend to shield his stress and anger from everyone, but he’s never been able to hide it from me.
“No, that simply isn’t good enough, tell them to lower the price by twenty percent or the deal is off,” Zack snaps, walking back toward his desk, his eyes never leaving mine.
I don’t listen to whatever the other person says in response, my focus is only on him.
On how beautiful he is, how powerful he looks, and how he finally belongs to me.
“I don’t care, get it done and call me when it is,” he adds, before jabbing his finger down onto the cut off button, effectively ending the conversation.
“Hey, is everything okay?” he asks instantly, sitting back in his desk chair and unlocking his computer, still not dropping my stare.
“Does there have to be an emergency for me to come and see you?” My tone is only mildly teasing, as I make my way across his office toward him, and this time he smiles slightly.
“I mean, usually, yeah,” he grunts, and I have to swallow a laugh, because I guess he’s not wrong, so I hold my hands up in mock defeat.
“Everything is all good, I just thought I’d come see you,” I tell him firmly, and he arches a brow at me as I begin to round his desk.
He tracks my movements until I reach him, tipping his head back to look up at me, and fuck he’s so handsome. I have gone so long without letting myself truly look at him and appreciate how stunning he is, that sometimes he takes my breath away.
Leaning down, I place both my hands on the arms of his chair and bring us nose to nose. “Well don’t let me distract you,” I muse, teasing his mouth with a gentle kiss. His breath hitches, and just knowing I have that kind of effect on him makes me giddy.
“Max.” One word, a warning, a delectable red flag that I ignore, as I let my mouth explore the length of his jaw, with just enough pressure to tease him. “I have hours of work left,” he sighs, his defiance clear in his words, but still he leans into my mouth and silently pleads for more.
“I know, just pretend I’m not even here,” I tell him, kissing down to the pulse point on his throat, dragging my tongue along the edge of his collar.
“You ignored me easily enough for all these years,” I add, taunting him with my tongue and my words, and he grunts, reaching out to grip my chin, dragging it back up so he can face me head on.
“Ignoring you would be impossible,” he breathes, holding my stare, and the intensity of his words makes my heart beat faster in my chest.
Swallowing the emotion, I kiss him hard, not just because I want to, but because I can, because he’s mine, even if we haven’t defined what we are. He kisses me back just as roughly, and it’s everything I’ve ever needed, and still isn’t enough to sate my desire for him.
“Fuck, Max,” he curses, ripping his mouth from mine, panting heavily, as my tongue laps at my swollen lips.
“Don’t tempt me,” I pant, and his eyes darken in response.
We haven’t fucked yet, not given his new found sexuality and his lack of experience in that department, but I’ve had a hell a lot of fun training him.
Never in my life have I had my dick sucked as much as I have in the last few weeks, and it’s glorious.
Of course I’ve returned the favor, Lily and I even working together sometimes, while I’ve gone about prepping his ass.
I can tell he wants to ask for more, still not used to giving up control, but instead he reaches up and straightens his tie. “I really do have work to do.”
“Then work, baby,” I tell him with a wink, dropping to my knees between his spread thighs, reaching for his belt buckle.
His eyes widen in disbelief, his hands immediately trying to stop mine in their tracks, but he should know better than that by now.
He opens his mouth, no doubt to reprimand me, but I pull out his cock and palm it roughly, effectively silencing him.
He watches me with rapt attention, as I lean over him and spit directly onto his crown, using my hand to spread it up and down his shaft. I start to twist my hand up and down and he whimpers, one of his hands flying to my head, as our eyes align.
“Fuck me, Max,” he hisses, his words lighting me up inside.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I muse, letting my palm get slick with my spit and his precum, as I drop my stare to his big, beautiful cock.
It still feels insane having him warm, hard, and aching in my hand, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and lapping up the fresh bead of liquid at his tip, groaning as his taste explodes on my tongue.
It doesn’t matter that I have sucked it every day for the last couple of weeks, every time it still feels like heaven.
“Max,” he groans again, but before he can continue whatever he was going to say, the phone on his desk starts to ring.
Our eyes lock and I can see the panic in his stare. “You better answer that, boss.“ I offer him a wink, as I slide the full fat tip of his head into my mouth.
His head drops back, eyes rolling, as the call rings out and then immediately starts up again.
He curses, hands tightening around my head and chair, before he gives up and reaches out to answer the phone.
“Yeah?” he snaps down the line, still watching me with his undivided attention.
He makes a few noises of agreement down the line, when I know for a fact he isn’t listening to a thing they are saying, before he finally adds, “Still not good enough, fix it or I’ll find someone who can. ”
The second he ends the call he lets out a strangled moan, thrusting up into my mouth so I can suck him deeper. My teeth scrape along his shaft, something I know he loves, as I bob my head up and down, before pulling off with a wet pop.
“Do you have any idea how many people want to be you?” I ask, swirling my tongue around his thick head, as I let more of my spit spill down him.
“Right now, yeah I can imagine a lot of people would want to be me.” His words are strained, sounding almost desperate, as I take him back into my mouth, gliding my tongue along his underside.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he praises, the words sending warmth through my entire body, as I preen under his possessive tone.
I love this. Love sucking him, love being on my knees for him, love taking the most powerful man in this building and reducing him to a panting mess.
I just love him, and fuck, if I didn’t have his cock in my mouth I would scream it at him.
So instead I suck him harder, taking him to the back of my throat until he looks like he is losing his grip on reality.
Knowing he needs more, I use my free hand to pull down his pants, letting my hand move between his legs and spread him wider.
I play with his balls, feeling them hot and heavy in my hands, before I slide down to his taint.
“Fuck, I wish we were at home,” I tell him. “I want you splayed out in my bed so I can eat you like my own personal feast.” I’m fucking desperate for more of his taste, to drink down his cum and then spit it on his ass until it’s nice and sloppy, and ready to be fucked.
Between him and Lily I’m in bisexual heaven, and I never want to come down. I never imagined I could fall in love with two people, but when they are the most perfect people on the planet for you, it’s hard not to.
Sliding my hand further down, he spreads his legs wider, dipping down in his chair so my fingers can slip between his crack, until they can slide over his hole.
“Yes, Max, fuck.” He pants the words out almost breathlessly, offering himself up to me, and I might just be delirious enough in my lust to take it.
“Want to fuck this tight hole, baby, want to put my cock inside it and make it mine,” I tell him, in between slurping my mouth up and down his dick, and feeling him pulse on my tongue.
“Yes, yes, fuck yes, please,” he whimpers, so I keep licking and sucking, while my fingers massage his hole, sliding my mouth up and down his magnificent length.
Precum spills into my mouth, only edging me to take more, as I slip one of my fingers inside of him.
It goes in with ease after all the prepping we have done recently, and fuck my cock burns with the need to feel him wrapped around me.
To have him tighten around me while I fuck him long and deep, until he is spilling with my cum.
“Gonna let me wreck you, aren’t you, baby? Gonna be so fucking good for me and beg to take my cock.” He nods rapidly at my words, barely able to form a coherent thought, as he leans back fully in his chair and pushes his hips more toward me.
Fuck. Shirt still on, pants half down, and sitting on his throne with my mouth around his cock and my finger in his ass, he has never looked better.
The sight has me doubling my efforts, moving my finger faster, working my head back and forth more and more until I feel his body start to shake. “Max,” he cries, tightening all over. “I’m gonna come.”
The words are barely past his lips, before I feel him spray the back of my mouth with his salty release, and still I don’t stop.
I suck and suck, pulling every last drop of delicious cum from him, until he is a whimpering mess beneath me, and only then do I pull away.
Except I barely fall back before he is gripping me and slamming his lips back to mine, kissing me senseless.
I know he can taste himself on my tongue, because he groans, kissing me harder, and fuck I think my cock is about to explode.
I’m grinding myself against his chair, fucking his mouth with mine, until he pulls away from me and drops his head to mine. “Fuck me,” he demands, trying to catch his breath. “I can’t wait any longer, Max, we have already wasted so much time, I don’t want to waste anymore.”
Staring at him in disbelief, I start to shake my head. “Clear the rest of your day, let’s go home and…”
He cuts me off. “No, I want you to fuck me, right here, right now. I need you, Max.” He kisses me again, wounding me with his words more than he realizes, to the point I have to once again swallow those three little words and change them to something else.
“I’ll fuck you,” I whisper against his lips. “Now take off your clothes.”
I won’t make him ask me again, whatever he wants I will give him. He’s already got my heart, just like his sister, and now like her, he will get everything else too.