Chapter 28 #2
Pouting, I say, “I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
“Another time,” he replies brusquely. “I can’t finish in your mouth today. It’s a momentous day, and needs to be commemorated with good old-fashioned fucking.”
I’m unceremoniously pulled to stand, then thrown over Max’s shoulder again. He slaps my ass lightly, then rubs the spot. “I don’t think I liked that, Max.”
“Okay. Thank you for telling me. I won’t do it again.” I feel the air change as we enter the bedroom, and he drops me on the bed.
“What if I want to try again? Maybe it’s just a today thing.”
Max climbs over me, letting his body fall onto mine. “Then we’ll try again. I might say that I’m in control, but you’re the one running this show, baby. You know I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
I smile, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you.”
He rests his forehead against mine. “Nowhere near as much as I love you. Now strip and go grab the headboard.”
He climbs off me, then pulls the blindfold off. Startled, I squint as my eyes adjust. “Hey! What was that for? I thought we were recreating —”
Max interrupts me. “Baby, I need this to be me and you. Not Kale Kween and Ground Man, or Grace and Everett. I need Max and Layla. I need your eyes on me tonight. I swear I’ll make sure every fantasy of yours comes true in the future, but tonight it’s just us.”
Good lord, this man. I sit up on my haunches to study him. “Seriously, when did you get this much romantic game? I was not prepared for this version of you.”
He smiles tenderly, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “It’s all because of you. Never had a romantic thought in my life until I met you.”
I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’m not taking him for granted. I struggle to rip off my clothes, remembering to put the jersey back on. I scoot up the bed so I can grab the headboard, just like I did in Chicago. It brings back memories of our first kiss. “That’s how I knew it was you.”
“What?” he asks as he slides behind me.
“Your kiss. When you kissed me in the hotel room in Houston, it was so similar to that night in Chicago. I knew it was you.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” he asks quietly, resting his hands on my hips.
I shrug. “Probably the same reason you didn’t.
I was afraid to change our dynamic, both on and offline.
My life has been complete bedlam, and you brought me peace as you and Ground Man.
I struggled to combine the two of you in my head, so it was easiest to compartmentalize you.
This week, when you said you’d fallen for someone, I was so relieved, because I was going to tell you the same thing. I was ready to have you all to myself.”
I hear a rough breath escape him as his hands slide around to hold me. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, Peaches. You’re by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I scoff. “You’ve won an MVP award twice.”
He leans closer to me. “I’d give them both back if it meant I’d get more time with you. Baseball is nothing without you there, Layla. Nothing. You’re the best part of this job.”
Emotion clogs my throat as tears fill my eyes. Shaking my head, I wave a hand maniacally. “No, we aren’t getting sappy and sentimental right now. You promised fucking, dammit. I need a good dicking!”
Max laughs heartily as he places his palm in the middle of my back, pushing me down. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”
It’s a good thing my face is shoved into the bed, because I scream when Max thrusts inside of me.
He sets a brutal pace, hands on my hips as he slams into me from behind.
He’s flirting with that phenomenal line between pleasure and pain, one he seems to instinctively know is the quickest way to get me off.
He’s making all kinds of animalistic noises like grunts, growls, and groans, pushing me closer and closer to the finish line.
“You gonna come for me, Peaches?” he pants. “Gonna let me fill you up? I wish you could see my view, baby. How well you’re taking me, how deep I can go. Your body was made for me. Made. For. Me.”
He reiterates every word with a thrust, and the final word has me arching backwards toward him as my orgasm robs me of the ability to speak. I only vaguely recognize the guttural roar Max lets out as he follows me over the cliff, collapsing on top of me as his cock still twitches inside of me.
It’s a few minutes before I come to my senses, realizing it’s hard to breathe with him on top of me. “Max, I can’t breathe.”
“Shit. Sorry,” he says, pushing up to give me room. I wince as I feel him slide out of my pussy, but when I try to close my legs, his hands stop me. “Wait.”
“Wait for what? Max, you’re dripping out of me,” I whisper.
He’s quiet for a moment before deeply uttering, “I know. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I feel two fingers sliding along my folds, collecting some of his release, and then he shoves it back inside me. “Max.”
“I want part of me to always be inside you, sweet girl. This will have to do until I can get you filled with my baby.”
Holy hell.