Chapter Eighteen
Lucy
“Max,” I pant.
I’m teetering on the edge here. I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself back.
It’s been way too long since I felt a man’s touch, and the way those strong hands of his are gripping his dick, I don’t think I can control myself.
My restraint is crumbling the more I stare at him.
This man in front of me has sex written all over him.
What woman can turn a blind eye to a sexy as fuck man wearing a white t-shirt and grey joggers?
It’s like the PIN code to our libido. Don’t get me started on the way he is sitting.
He is lounging back with his legs spread and one hand resting behind his head.
The position has made it so I can see the bottom of his abs and the trail of hair that leads down south, below his boxers.
And his words… holy fucking shit.
“Yes, Sugar? Tell me, do you truly want to keep ignoring this?” He rasps out. I know he is just as desperate for me as I am for him.
My brain is screaming no, but my brain isn’t the one in control right now.
“I can’t,” I begin to say, and see the flicker of hurt flash across his face. “I can’t hide these feelings anymore, Max. I am desperate for you. It hurts far too much to stay away, and I don’t know what hurts more. Being with you… or staying away.”
His face is impassive, as though what I have just told him hasn’t quite sunk in. I stay still, waiting to see what his reaction will be. Don’t get me wrong, I am horny as hell right now, but that isn’t the reason I have given in to him tonight.
Those few days away in London really proved to me just how unhappy I am. Before he came over, I knew that if I never gave us the chance we needed, then I would never be happy. Not without Max. I have tried and tried to move on, and everything has always come back to him.
I may regret this decision to come clean, but for once in my life, I’m not lying to him. Or myself. I’m hurting us both by staying away, and this time, I want to put my own feelings before everyone else.
“I don’t know if this is real. But I’m not stupid enough to wait for you to change your mind.”
Within seconds, he has gripped me around the waist and hauled me across the sofa to him.
I’m now sat straddling his legs, his grip tight, keeping me secure against his chest. Without thought, my hands lift to his cheeks to angle his face so I can take him in.
This beautiful, charming, funny man beneath me looks so vulnerable right now.
I don’t think I could walk away again, even if I wanted to.
“I wouldn’t have lasted much longer without you, Max. I need you.” Keeping my eyes trained on him, I inch forward slowly. He still looks unsure, until I’m so close I can feel his breath against my skin.
Closing my eyes, I wait. Letting him take the lead from here.
I don’t have to wait long at all before his lips are touching mine.
His kiss is hard, filled with longing and pain.
Pain that I hope to never cause him again.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the entrance to my lips for me to open up for him.
His grip becomes so tight on my hips, my core clenches with the need for friction. I pull back, panting.
“I need you inside of me. Now.” To get my point across, I shift my hips ever so slightly back and forward across his thickness. This results in his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“I wanted the next time I had you to be soft and full of love. But Lou, I need you so badly, I don’t know if I can give you that right now.” He groans, using his hands to rock me over his throbbing dick.
“I want you. Hard and fast. I need you to fill me. I need you to make me explode.” I say, surer of this than I have ever been before. “Fuck me like you’ve missed me, Max.”
“Fuck.” He grits out, then his mouth is back on mine. It’s like a duel of who can get closer to the other. “I promise I will, but not until I’ve got you ready for me.” He winks.
He trails his hand lower down my body until his fingers are skimming the edge of my panties.
Thank God I’m only wearing an oversized t-shirt right now.
The thought of leaving this man’s lap to get undressed would be a sin.
With his other hand joining the first, he takes my underwear and shreds it into two.
The rush of cool air hits my soaking centre, making me jump in surprise.
I’ve been wet since before he got here. My battery-operated boyfriend is still under my bed from when I threw it in a panic earlier.
I might have been embarrassed at the state of need I’m in, but Max doesn’t give me the chance. With the palm of his hand, he rubs my wetness from front to back, smearing all of me in my own arousal.
“Fuuuuuck.” He drags out the word, still circling my clit slowly.
The pressure is easing some of my pent-up frustration, but at the same time, driving me wild. Needing more, I start to grind myself onto him, dropping my head back as a moan passes my lips.
“Baby, you look like fucking heaven riding my hand. I can’t wait until you’re doing the same thing to my cock.” His gruff words push me closer to that climax I am desperate to reach.
Holy shit. He hasn’t even entered me, and already I’m so close to an orgasm. My breathing picks up with noises I don’t recognise coming from my lips.
“Max… I’m going to cum.” I whisper out of breath, but still needing more.
“Not yet, I haven’t had the chance to taste you.” He growls, pulling his hand away and flipping me so I’m lying on my back.
I cry out at the sudden loss of him. I was so fucking close. But only a second passes by before he spreads my legs wide and takes all of me in his mouth. He is latched onto me, sucking slightly as his tongue pulses against my clit. I thread my fingers through his hair for leverage.
I’m a writhing mess beneath him, moaning at all the sensations. I’m so turned on that it’s hitting the point of pain, every nerve ending on fire from all the pleasure he is giving me. It’s too much, but not enough at the same time.
He hums against me in approval. He seems to be enjoying this almost as much as I am.
The vibrations from the noises he makes send me over the edge, falling, screaming in sweet release.
My whole body feels the pleasure that rushes through me as I scream his name, but he doesn’t relent.
He keeps going until he has taken every ounce of my orgasm from me.
“That was fucking spectacular. I could eat you for my every meal.” He says as he gently swirls his finger over me. It feels oddly intimate, seeing the look of awe on his face as he stares down at me. “Beautiful.”
I can’t find my voice to speak, so I just continue to watch him. Not once did I panic when he touched me. All I wanted was more. Normally, I would have run after kissing a man, never mind what he just did to me. My body has always known what it wants, and that is, without a doubt, Max.
I am deceased. Lying in a daze of extreme sexual exhaustion, but he isn’t finished with me yet.
“I need to be inside of you, Lou. I have thought about those days with you back in your student house every day. Don’t make me wait another day.” He says firmly, eyes wide as that sliver of vulnerability shines through.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, breathless as excitement starts to build all over again.
The things this man does to me are incomparable. All it takes is one look in my direction, and my vagina is ready to go.
“You. Only ever you.”
Fuck me senseless. I can hear my heartbeat thumping loudly in my ears as it races at his words.
The need to touch him is too much to resist. I slowly edge closer to him as he disregards his clothes.
I don’t stop until I am finally back in his lap.
My bare pussy is flush against his thick cock, and I start to do what I did earlier, rocking forward and back over him.
Only this time, there is nothing between us.
His large palms grab onto my thighs. All I can hear is our breathless moans and the sound of my previous release as he guides me over him. Within seconds, I am already panting, the tip of his beautiful dick hitting my sweet spot again.
“I can’t take it anymore, Sugar. Lift up for me like the good girl you are and take it all.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I lift onto my knees, then leisurely drop down onto him. Taking him in slowly, inch by inch. It is complete torture in the most beautiful way. It’s been so long that I feel full already. I don’t know how he will be able to fit.
“You can do it, baby. Your pussy is clenching me so tight right now, wanting more. Give it what it needs.” He groans out through clenched teeth. His hands are moving up my body to hold me by the waist. I slam down the rest of the way. “Fuck!” he hisses. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Well, I never knew I had a praise kink. But from the way my arousal just coated him, I definitely know now. Arching my body back, I grasp onto his thighs and start to ride him, fast. I can’t slow myself down. I’m hot, horny, and in need of him. It’s been far too long to take it easy right now.
He must feel the same way, his hips lifting to hit that deep spot, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Max!” I cry out as a second orgasm washes over me. He feels even bigger now inside of me, or is it the way I’m clenching around him as I ride out the pleasure?
“Lucy.” He growls back as he holds me still, his cock pulsing as he fills me up with his own release.
What the hell was that? I remember it being good, well, more than good. But this, this was like a full out of body experience. I can’t tear my gaze away from him. We are both trying to catch our breath, lost in our own world. As if only he and I exist.
Exhaustion finally wins out, and I sag forward onto him. His warm arms wrap around me to hold me tight to his chest. I just lay there, my ear pressed against his pec with the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling me into a peaceful daze.
I can’t move, can’t speak. My body is a boneless heap, and his arms are the only thing holding me together. How did I go so long without him? Was I crazy to run away in the first place? It must just be my sex clouded mind talking.
A faint buzzing sound of an incoming call comes from the heap of clothes scattered on the floor. But neither of us makes a move to find out who it's coming from.
Until it starts up again, pretty much as soon as it stopped. Then the other phone starts to vibrate.
“That’s strange, Tommy must have gotten back to the apartment and is wondering where I am.” Max guesses as we finally untangle from each other to get our phones.
Nine missed calls.
Four from Fallon and five from Dad.
Max leans over with a furrowed brow to check my phone after checking his. “Something isn’t right. Mum and Fallon have been calling me too.” He begins to type out a message when another incoming call comes through. “Hi Mum, what’s u…”
I can hear a panicked voice on the other side of the line, but can’t hear what they’re saying.
“Shit, where’s Tommy? Does he know? No, okay, I will go pick him up and meet you there. He’s got to be back by now.”
What’s going on? I check the time to see it’s already after 2 am. Fuck, Dad and Liz should have been back hours ago, and here I am fucking my stepbrother on their living room couch! What the hell is wrong with me?
“I’m on my way. Keep me updated,” he says briskly and ends the call, standing to throw his clothes back on in a hurry.
“We’ve got to go. There’s been an accident outside Harry’s bar.
Maya and Harry are in a bad way, and Fallon is having a breakdown.
Tommy isn’t answering his phone, and he needs to know what’s happening; he’s going to be beside himself… ”
“Listen, calm down. You’re rambling and not making any sense. You go and get Tommy, and I will meet you at the hospital.” I say, trying my best to keep my cool, though on the inside I’m freaking the fuck out.
“Okay, okay,” he comes over to me and tilts my face up to his, resting his forehead against mine. “Promise me this wasn’t just a blip, and that we can talk about it when all this is sorted? I’m scared to leave you in case you run away again.”
“I promise, I won't run from you this time.”