Chapter 30 Max
THIRTY
MAX
If this experience is what punches my ticket to hell, I can’t be bothered to care.
How can I, when two men are touching me? When they’re stroking me, teasing me, a filthy fantasy brought to life.
Hunter rubs the head of his shaft against my lips and my mouth parts, delighted when he rests the heavy length on my tongue.
I taste his saltiness, closing my lips around him and sucking him to the back of my throat at the same time Leo kisses my hip.
The two competing sensations are dizzying, my body not sure which to react to first.
My feet drag across the sheets, desperate to open my legs wider. Aching for them to get deeper, imagining what it’s going to feel like when Leo holds me down while Hunter buries his cock somewhere else.
This has never been who I am. I never considered a threesome before, my mind unable to work out the logistics of limbs and hands and mouths, but these two make it effortless.
Hunter slides in and out of my lips, saliva hanging to the corner of my mouth.
He matches the tempo with his fingers, every sense electrified when Leo draws slow, steady circles over my clit.
He pulls his hand away from the fraction of a second, his touch returning with wet fingers and more intensity.
I put one hand on Hunter’s thigh, tracing up and down his muscles. The other reaches for Leo, flat on his chest, and I can feel his heart racing.
I’ve gone most of my life without being worshiped by one man, let alone two, but here I am: spread out on the bed like I’m their favorite meal, waiting to be devoured.
“Enough.” Hunter pulls out of my mouth and I blink, looking up at him. “Any more and you’re going to make me come, angel.”
“Would that be so bad?” I ask with a sly smile, and he pinches my nipple.
“When I want to fuck you? Yeah, it would be.” He looks at where Leo is touching me and lets out a low, pleased hum. “Is he good at that, baby?”
My cheeks heat. I don’t want to compare the two of them because they’re so different: Hunter is sure of himself.
A couple flicks of his wrist and I’d fall apart, a wet and weary mess.
Leo is more timid, a little shy, but I like it.
I like how he’s watching me, learning which pattern I like the most. When he finds one I enjoy, he works my clit with determined, eager circles.
He brings me to the edge then pulls away, making me groan, frustrated and wanting more.
“Yes,” I grit out. “But he’s teasing me when all I want to do is come.”
“That’s not very nice, is it?”
“No. He’s—ah.” I sit up on an elbow when Leo gives my clit a hard slap. “Shit.”
“You said she liked it rough,” Leo says, pinching me, and my body is revolting against me.
My skin is splotchy. My breathing picks up, and I’m close.
I’m so close, seconds away from splintering into a million pieces, but he pulls his hand away again, and I almost scream.
“It’s not fair you two get to have all the fun. ”
“I think we should let Leo have a taste, don’t you, Max?
” Hunter kisses my cheek and lifts me off the mattress so he can slide behind me.
With both hands on my knees he spreads me open, hooking his legs over my thighs so I can’t move.
He grabs my arms and holds them above my head, pinning them to the headboard.
“Eat her out until she comes, man. You can probably get her twice. I’ll hold her down. ”
The anticipation alone could make me finish. Both of their big, strong bodies are in control, owning me. I’m entirely at their mercy. Theirs to use, theirs to play with, and Leo gives me a wide grin before he positions himself on his stomach between my legs.
He spits on my clit and uses his fingers to spread the saliva around, only stopping to push three fingers inside me. I gasp at the surprise, expecting his tongue, and my hips buck off the bed.
“Holy shit, Hunter. You weren’t kidding. I can feel her pulsing like you said she did. And she’s unbelievably tight.”
“So hot, right? Keep going. She can take four.”
Leo adds a fourth finger, and I feel like I’m levitating off the bed. Transcending to some place far beyond here, because it’s magical. Absolutely heavenly when he alternates the gentle thrusts of his hand with the flick of his tongue.
I’m being greedy. I’m trying to move as much as I can, but Hunter doesn’t give me an inch.
My orgasm starts at the base of my spine, spreading to the front of my body, low in my belly.
It grips me, refusing to let go when Leo slaps my clit again and sends me free-falling, blinding pleasure ripping through me.
I cry out and try to close my legs, certain I can’t take anymore, but I’m overpowered. Rendered useless when Hunter covers my mouth with his big hand and says, another one. She’ll give it to you.
And I do. The second orgasm hits me faster than the first, Leo’s tongue parting my pussy and lapping at me like I’m the key to his salvation. He pins me down too, arm over my stomach, the other cupping my ass, and when his thumb brushes against my hole, I forget my name.
“Switch places with me,” Hunter says, and his body is replaced with something new. Less broad, let fit, but just as nice. I blink up at Leo’s face and he grins at me, lips wet from all his hard work.
“You’re really good at that,” I whisper, and he blushes.
“You think so?”
“Yeah. You’re patient. Women like that.”
“Thanks, Max.” He carefully peels a piece of sweat-soaked hair away from my eyes. “I think Hunter is jealous.”
“He’s always jealous.” I give him a sated smile and look down at Hunter between my legs. He’s stroking his cock, fist jerking up and down with his eyes on me. “It’s your turn.”
“Did you like that, angel?” Hunter asks, holding himself above me. “Not too much?”
“No. Just right.”
“Good.” He pulls down on my bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“I’ve been ready since you left earlier tonight.”
He laughs and lines himself with my entrance, a hand resting next to me on the bed. “I’m going to tell my boss I can’t come to work anymore. I have a very needy, very hot woman in my bed who needs my attention.”
“As you should. I—” I gasp, his shaft easily sliding inside me. “That’s a good spot.”
He grunts and drives into me, each of his movements rougher than the last. Leo struggles to hold me down and I whimper, a thrill rushing through me when Hunter hooks one of my legs around his waists.
He gets deeper, his thrusts turning frantic, like he doesn’t think he can hold on much longer.
As if every minute he’s in me, he’s going out of his mind, and I smile, squeezing tight around him.
We stay like that, our tempo perfected and knowing each other’s bodies. He’s not gentle but I welcome it, glad he gives me exactly what I want.
“Goddamit, Max.” Hunter groans, fingers pressing into my knee. “You’re exquisite, angel.”
“I think you’re pretty great too.” My voice hitches, breath catching when he grabs my other leg and wraps it around his waist. The angle is new, intense, and he lets out an honest to god whimper when I touch my chest. “I can’t wait until you fill me up, Hunter.”
“You always know the right things to say.” He straightens his spine and closes his eyes.
Again and again his cock disappears in my pussy, and I never want him to have anyone else like this.
I want it to be me, and only me, and when he looks down at me, I know he’s thinking it too. “I’m going to come, baby.”
And he does. Loudly, messily. It’s nothing like his normal composure, bordering on unhinged as he finally slows the snap of his hips until he’s stationary and panting.
“Are you okay?” I ask, touching his neck. He shivers when I check his pulse and shakes his head. “That makes sense. You are getting old.”
Hunter growls and pinches my nipple until I groan. “Watch your tone,” he says, but there’s no bite behind it. Not when he hangs his head and laughs. “You’ve murdered me, Max.”
“How the tables have turned.” He pulls out of me and I wince. “God. I need a shower before I go to school.”
“Which is soon.” Hunter bends down and gathers me from Leo’s arms. “Thank you for joining us, man. This won’t be a regular thing, but I think Max enjoyed herself.”
“Very much.” I smile shyly at his best friend. “Promise not to make things weird between us?”
“Never.” Leo ruffles my hair and climbs off the bed. His erection presses against his jeans, and he clears his throat. “I’m going to take care of things. You two enjoy the rest of your night. Morning. Whatever the hell it is.”
He practically sprints from Hunter’s room and I laugh.
“Did he have that bad of a time?” I ask.
“The opposite. Hey. Be honest with me, angel. Are you okay? I feel like we went from zero to one hundred there and—”
“It wasn’t too much. I promise I’m doing just fine. I enjoyed every second of that.” I tug him onto the sheets, laying on my side. “You’re right about it not becoming a regular thing, though. I had a great time, but I like things with you the most.”
“I’m glad I won’t have to fight my best friend over your virtue.”
“What is this? Victoria England?” I sigh and close my eyes. “Thank you for indulging me, Hunter.”
“I’ll give you anything you want, baby. Which includes a shower before you get ready for work.”
“I want to sleep all day.” I put a pillow over my face to block out the light. “I’m too tired.”
“You’re playing a pivotal role in the future of America. It’s almost the weekend. You can sleep then.”
“Fine,” I say around a yawn. “Will you rinse off with me?”
“Cleaning you up is one of my favorite things.” Hunter scoops me into his arms, and I giggle when he nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Bath or shower?”
“Shower. If I get in the bath, I’ll never get out.” I hide my smile in his chest. “You’d never be able to get rid of me.”
“That would be okay. Getting rid of you is the last thing I want to do.”
Hunter rinses me off in the shower and wraps me in a fluffy towel. When I get dressed for work, he stands on the front porch, waving to me as I pull out of the driveway, and I already can’t wait to see him again.