Chapter Forty
Lucy
I haven’t felt this free in such a long time. Thinking about it, I couldn’t name the last time I felt like this. It’s strange, in the best possible way, being out in the open with Max. I absolutely love it.
His gaze hasn’t left me once since we got here. I’m not stupid. I know exactly what my dancing is doing to him, what it always does to him. It’s the main reason we have so much sex in my studio. He fucking loves it.
Being out in public like this, though, it’s a different feeling altogether.
The last thing I want is for anyone to find out, for now at least. I would never admit it out loud, but the excitement of being caught is something new to me.
Is it wrong that I get off on the thrill of it all?
I do want our secret out there, so we can act like a normal couple, but at the same time, it’s nice.
Knowing our love is just between us, no outside voices chiming in. It’s just me and Max.
We have danced and laughed for hours. There hasn’t been a moment that his hands weren’t on me. Gliding up my back, caressing my hips, pulling me in close. I’m so riled up I could jump him right here in the middle of the other couples dancing.
“Look.” He says, pointing out towards the sea. “The sky is just starting to lighten. Let’s go, I want to show you something.”
Without saying a word, I let him guide me out of the club and back onto the main street. Although the sky isn’t as dark as earlier, it’s still dark enough for me to barely see where I’m going. He leads me towards a small gap in a wall, and on the other side, there is a narrow path.
“I know I have joked about it in the past, but you have serious creepy vibes sometimes,” I say as he continues to pull me along after him. “Where the hell are you taking me?”
“Don’t you trust me, Sugar?” He calls over his shoulder, his beautiful smile aimed right at me.
“Always.”
“Then shut up. We will be there in a second.”
He isn’t joking.
Only a second later, the path opens up and we’re now standing on our own, secluded cliff edge.
It comes out at a point, with nothing to see other than the sea and sky.
For a moment, it takes my breath away. I have never felt so at peace as I do right now.
The gentle breeze coming in is blowing my hair in every direction, and I must look like I’ve been electrocuted.
But I'm going to go with windswept and interesting.
“This is the place,” he starts, taking a deep breath as he stares out at the now purple sky, “the place where I would go to escape the world. When everything was just too much. When I would feel so alone in this world. The place where I would think of you.”
“Oh, Max.” I let out a breath of my own, my throat thick with emotion.
“I’d sit here and wonder where you were. If you were happy. If you had moved on. If you were somewhere, at the same moment, thinking of me too.”
He’s still not looking at me. His focus is solely on the rising sun, and fuck, I want him to look at me.
Instead, I take a step beside him and slip my fingers through his.
My heart is racing. For such a strong man, he hides behind his humour.
I always knew how much he struggled with his father leaving, yet I went and did the very same thing.
“Max, I never moved on,” I murmur. “I tried. Trust me, I did. Every time, I couldn’t go through with it. Sara would laugh and say to get over you, I needed to get under someone else. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be with someone else when my heart was always with you.”
Finally, his head turns to look at me. I can’t quite decipher the look he is giving me, though. His eyes are wide, and his jaw slack. I’m not sure if it’s awe on his face, or complete and utter shock.
“You… you have only ever been with me? You’ve never slept with anyone else?” He asks, his voice deeper than usual.
I don’t need a mirror to know my face and neck are turning an embarrassing shade of red. I can feel it as it travels up my body. I never planned on telling him my ‘issues’, and now that I have, I feel so vulnerable.
“Mmhmm.” I hum in response, unable to form the words aloud now they’re out there.
“Lucy. I need to hear you say it. Tell me that I am the only man you have ever slept with.” He growls as he pulls me into him, so that my body is flush with his. “That I am the only man to have ever had the pleasure of touching you. I need to hear you say the words.”
His gaze burns into my very soul. His hands clenching the fabric of my skirt. I still can't speak. I’m worried that if I do, I might just cry.
“Please, baby.” He begs.
“You are the only one, Max,” I whisper. “There has only ever been you.”
He lets out a loud groan as he tips his head up to the sky.
It’s light enough now that I can see all of him.
The stubble along his strong jaw, the flecks of blue in his piercing green eyes, even the little scar along his cheekbone from one of his many fights he’d had in school.
I have memorised so much of his face, yet it still gives me butterflies each time I look at him.
“You don’t understand how much I fucking love that you are mine, Lucy. In every way possible.” He jerks me closer again, his hard cock grinding up against me. “I didn’t think it was possible for me to love you anymore, but you always surprise me, Sugarplum.”
Dropping his hands lower, he grazes the bottom of my arse before yanking me up to straddle him. My arms automatically wind around his neck as I now stare down at him.
“I love you, Max. I never stopped.” I pant out, my eyes watering as emotion overwhelms me.
“I never stopped loving you either.” He replies, before taking my lips with this.
As soon as his skin touches mine, I am completely lost in all that is Max.
His touch, his warmth, his smell. All of it consumes me.
My body is alight with the happiness that being with him like this always does.
Nothing is enough for me right now. I need him inside of me, the connection that it brings to make me feel whole again.
It’s been less than a week, and I’m acting like a starved beast.
“Max.” I whimper his name into his mouth.
He knows exactly what it is I need.
He lowers me back to the ground and spins me, so my back is against his chest. His hand comes up to scoop my hair over my shoulder, leaving one side of my neck bare.
My heartbeat is thumping so loud in anticipation, I can feel it everywhere he touches.
Gently, he leans in and leaves soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of my neck.
I shiver in delight and rock myself back into him.
“Sugar,” he growls, not moving from the crook of my neck.
With one hand, he cups my breast as the other trails down my back. Once he gets to the hem of my skirt, he lifts it above my arse. Giving my cheek a quick, firm squeeze, he hooks his finger under the string of my thong and yanks them down my legs.
The moment the cool air hits my already soaking centre, I gasp out loud. But Max is only just starting. Using his knee, he spreads my legs apart, making the ache for him even more unbearable. Then I hear the sound of his zipper lowering.
Holy shit.
My whole body is pulsing with need. Need for him to fill me.
To take the ache away and replace it with pleasure.
With the palm of his hand, he presses me forward so I’m open, ready, and waiting for him.
I spread my legs slightly further apart and brace my hands on my knees.
I can feel the heat of his cock as he slides it through my folds, lubing himself up for what’s to come.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m not going to last long. Right now, I need to be inside of you.” He groans out just before sliding all the way inside of me.
A low moan leaves me at the intrusion. In this position, he feels so deep. I have never felt so full. He rocks into me slowly at first, taking his sweet arse time and groaning in response.
“Fuck, baby. You were made for me. This pretty pussy only belongs to me.” I shudder at his words. He knows damn well how much he turns me on by speaking this way.
“Max. I need you. To fuck me. Now.” I grind out.
I’m so close to the edge, but I need more. So much more.
“My greedy girl.”
I can hear the smile in his words as his grip on my hips tightens. Without missing a beat, he picks up the pace, fucking me the way I love it. Fast and hard.
I’m panting and toeing the line of bliss within no time at all. With the help of his hands, I meet him for every thrust, my moans getting louder and higher-pitched. His dick seems to feel even bigger now, or is it that my walls are clamping him so tight? Either way, I fucking love it.
He reaches a hand around my front and pinches my clit.
I can’t contain the scream that leaves me, my orgasm crashing into me like the waves only a few meters away from us.
I’m dragging in lungfuls of the sea air, as I ride out the rest. I was so lost in the moment, I didn’t even register that Max had cum too.
He doesn’t pull out of me, though. He just uses his hand to gently follow the path of my spine.
When he does eventually pull back, he spins me back to him and takes me into his arms. My legs can barely hold me up after that.
A small chuckle leaves his lips.
“What?” I ask, smiling up at him.
“We missed the sunrise.” He beams down at me.
Looking up at the sky, I realise how bright it is now. How could we have missed that? It just goes to show how much he consumes everything around me.
“Max, you are my sunrise.” I say, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek, “But, how the hell are we going to sneak back now?”