Chapter 27 Peaceful #2
My hands fumble with the hem before pulling it down. "I've been all grown up for a while."
He sighs. "You just look... different."
"I'm not," I assure him.
Konnor reaches for the corner of my mouth and wipes something off. He shows me his finger, which has a bit of tomato sauce on it. "At least you still eat like you."
My face radiates heat. "Oh my God! Bronson, why didn't you tell me I had sauce on my face?"
Bronson laughs. "I thought you were saving it for Max."
Konnor cringes at Bronson's words, but doesn't comment. Two pretty girls approach Bronson and he gives them his attention while I catch up with my big brother.
"You were so good," I say, gazing up into his lovely emerald-green eyes. "You look so good. So strong."
He grins, his boyish double dimples on display. "Thanks, Pipsqueak. I feel pretty good."
"Cassidy feels good too," Max taunts, walking toward us. He stops just shy of Konnor and looks down his nose.
I frown up at him. "Menace, stop it."
"With that, I'm out of here." Konnor wraps me in his big arms and squeezes. He speaks into my hair. "I love you, sis. Come home soon and spend some time with us."
As Konnor walks away, I turn to face a cocky looking Max. "Why? Why do that?"
"I can’t help it. He's so easy to wind up.
" Max pulls me to him and presses his lips to mine.
My mouth opens for him, allowing his tongue entry.
I never can stay mad at him. He's playful.
I consider for a moment whether he's being playful with Konnor, treating him like he does his own brothers.
Taunting harmlessly. I wonder whether he knows any other way to interact.
.. I'm not sure... because now I'm being dragged back to Max's tongue.
And my legs buckle. And he lifts me to straddle his waist. "Excuse us," he says against my lips as he walks us towards the toilet block.
We move into the disabled bathroom and he locks the door behind us. He's impatient, rushed—as if lust has been building through him for hours and is now ready to erupt. He unbuttons my jeans while I run my fingernails down the taut muscles of his abdomen.
"Did you like watching me play?" he says against my lips.
I'm already moaning and rubbing myself against him. "Yes."
He spins me to face the mirror. I grip the cold ceramic sink with both hands as he yanks my jeans and knickers down. They bunch around my ankles. He pulls me towards him and kneels behind me, his tongue licking my lips from behind.
"Beg me, Cassidy."
"Max, please." I push back into his face, inviting him to take what he wants. I can’t believe how shameless I am with him.
He massages my bum cheeks, then spreads them. My face goes bright red when I feel his fingers replace his tongue so he can fervently lick my bumhole.
He works my body well, jaw rough against my skin, tongue greedy, fingers curling to massage the muscles inside me.
Oh my God.
"Max."
My legs tremble and shake. My bum flexes against his tongue. My thighs tighten around his hand as I come hard over his fingers.
His mouth moves away and his fingers slip from inside me. Standing quickly, he tugs down his pants. He fists his penis and not wasting any more time, he thrusts his thick hard ridge into me.
I cry out.
"Good girl. Now watch me fuck you."
He studies me in the mirror, his eyes near black with arousal.
He buries himself deep, draws himself out, and drives into me again and again.
I gasp and then moan with each slap of his pelvis.
I can feel him everywhere. My cheeks are blotchy and pink.
My body is thrown forward and then pulled back.
I grasp the vanity with all my strength, my hands growing numb.
Max's grip on my hips tightens as he pumps into me fiercely.
It's near impossible to stay upright. My eyes flutter shut, the sight of him overwhelming my every sense.
The pleasure is so intense. A destructive force thrashes through me with every thrust of his hips.
"Open your eyes," he growls.
My eyes flicker open. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls until my back bows and my chin rises, revealing my neck and the pulse that runs rampant through it.
"Fuck." He grunts. "Take me, Little One. Take all I have to give you."
I watch his gorgeous face. It's tight and intense. His eyes are a wicked storm of danger and ecstasy—brows drawn in, teeth bared and pressed together. "Good girl. You're doing so good."
I brace myself against the sink, mewling his name. "Max."
Grunting, he pumps me with more force. And then he lets out a deep, long, almost excruciating groan as his cock pulses with his orgasm.
His head dips back, mouth open and panting. I try not to collapse into an overwhelmed puddle at his feet.
He finally finds my eyes in the mirror. "Are you okay?"
I swallow and nod. It's all I can manage. As he looks down to where he fills me, he watches his cock slip from between my thighs. I straighten and slowly turn to face him, my ankles tied together by my jeans.
His mouth is still open. His breathing is still laboured. He stares at me with those lovely, wild ocean-blue eyes of his and strokes both hands through my hair before cupping my cheeks. "Was I too rough?"
Moving into his gentle touch, I shake my head. "No."
His eyes narrow. "If I'm ever too rough, you have to tell me to stop."
I nod. "I will."
He grins, and I love that I'm the only woman who gets to see this side of him. "That was unreal," he says.
We clean up, Max taking care of me like he always does.
As we exit the room, he entwines our fingers.
Several people stare at us. My eyes dart to the grass and I don’t look up.
My cheeks feel hot with embarrassment. I was loud.
Max was loud too, but his head is held high, completely unaffected by the attention we have.
"I'm so embarrassed," I murmur as we walk to the car.
Max just laughs. "Don't be. You sound beautiful when I fuck you."