Chapter 23 #2
Opening the lube, I poured some down his crack before coating my fingers.
I massaged his opening, feeling it relax under my fingers, and slid one in up to the first knuckle.
I took it out, put a little more lube on it, wanting to make sure he was thoroughly coated, and pushed back in, deeper this time as his ring relaxed more.
After a few more gentle thrusts, I added a second finger, moving them in and out, scissoring them to help relax the muscles.
Using my digits, I felt around for the one spot that was guaranteed to make Lorde go wild.
My fingers crooked, and Lorde shouted, his chest coming off the bed.
I continued to massage his prostate as I bent down to take his cock in my mouth, but he let go of one of his legs and pushed my head away. “Too much. I’ll…I’ll come if you do that. Not yet,” he growled brokenly and breathless.
His confession made me want to torture him a little more, but I did as he asked, and instead, pulled my fingers out to add a third. I was thick and long, and he would need the extra time and effort.
“I need you in me,” Lorde declared, “Please.”
Honestly, I was at the end of my rope and needed to be in him. Without taking my eyes off of him, I blindly searched for the box of condoms and found them. Sheathing my cock, I added more lube and then moved until I was between his legs, lining my dick up with his ass. “Ready?”
He nodded. “Yes, goddess, yes!”
I pushed in slowly, a lot slower than I did with my fingers, and watched his face closely.
If he asked me to stop, I would, but it would be difficult.
As it was, I had a hard time keeping my eyes open and on his face.
The tight heat surrounding my pole was pure bliss.
The moment I was seated fully, my eyes slid shut, and I reveled in the feeling of being inside my mate. Mine. This man was mine for life.
“Move, Max,” he ordered.
I did. Pulling back until only my tip remained inside him, I thrust in.
Mine. I kept pistoning into him, his tightness sheathing me, sending me to a pleasure plane that surpassed any moment I’d spent with any other man in my life .
Mine. I moved faster, harder, but he didn’t push me away.
If anything, he wrapped his legs around me, his heels digging into my butt cheeks.
Mine. He cried out when I hit his prostate and focused on hitting it again and again.
Leaning down, I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth like my cock was doing to his body. Our tongues wrestled for control, but I wasn’t willing to give it up, not this time. His whimper of pleasure shot a thrill throughout my body. Mine.
Between us, my hand gripped his cock. I wasn’t going to last much longer, but I would not come before him. Mine. “Come for me, Lorde.” I twisted my wrist over his cockhead, felt his dick get larger, his ass get tighter, and he came, coating both of our bodies in his spunk.
Releasing him, I continued to saw into him.
I was close. The pulse beating in my ears, the rightness of this, I couldn’t hold back.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I threw back my head and roared with my release.
This man was mine, I only wish I’d truly claimed him as mine without the condom, and the swan agreed.
It would happen, but we should make sure everything was safe first. Mine.
“Mine,” I declared before retaking his mouth.
“Yours,” he agreed when I finally released him. His hand reached up to caress my cheek. “Always yours.”
Here, right now, I felt complete, and I knew our fates were forever cemented together. They always had been, but now, there was no denying it, no turning back.
Mine.
LORDE
As soon as Max filled me completely…I didn’t know how to explain it.
It was like this last wall or door or whatever between us disappeared.
We were in a new space together with nothing separating us.
It sounded like pure rubbish and idiotic, but that was the best way to describe it.
We were one, joined together forever. Mates. I was his, as he was mine.
In all my years, the experimenting and playing with myself never felt as thrilling and all-consuming as being with Max. I didn’t know it could be so ethereal. It was more than just a physical act. It was mind, body, and soul.
Max shifted off the bed, and I tried to hold him in place. “I’m just getting a washcloth. I’d rather not wake up crusty,” he snickered and escaped the warmth of the bed.
Going out starkers earlier to get the box of condoms had probably not been the most brilliant thing to do, but it had been worth it. The kisses, the rubbing…everything had been amazing, and I wouldn’t have changed anything.
The feel of a warm cloth sweeping up my arse crack and another wiping my stomach had my eyes flying open to find Max staring down at me with a small smile and his striking baby blues. They were what had captivated me from the beginning.
“Was I too rough? Are you okay?” he asked.
Shaking my head, I grinned, utterly chuffed. “No, you weren’t, and I’m fine. I might be a little sore tomorrow, but worth it.” I took hold of his arm and jerked on it so that he fell on me. “You’re worth it.” I pressed my lips to his.
When we ended the kiss, I noticed his frown and the way he bit his lip. “What?”
“I was thinking about what you said.”
“Which part? I’m certain I said a lot,” I joked. Now was not the time to be serious. We could worry about that after we’d gotten some sleep, and the sun came up.
“Your mother—“ I covered his mouth with my hand.
“Tomorrow. Let’s worry about first world problems and the loons tomorrow. And before you tell me it’s already tomorrow because it’s after midnight, I’m well aware of that. I’m saying, let’s forget the outside world for a bit, and after some sleep, we can talk about it.”
I didn’t release him yet, and he nodded, my hand still on his mouth. Feeling his teeth biting me, I rolled my eyes and dropped it. “Very mature.”
“I could have licked it, but I don’t know where that hand’s been,” he teased with a laugh.
Rolling him over, I pinned him to the bed. “I believe it’s been on your person.”
“Has it now?”
“Cheeky bastard.”
“But you love me despite it.”
“I would love you no matter what,” I told him seriously.
“Me too.” Just when I thought he might be serious, he said, “I would love me too.”
Something I learned as we began to wrestle playfully in bed, Max was ticklish on his sides. Not only a little, tickling, incapacitated him, causing him to laugh loudly, a sound I hoped to hear the rest of my days. Max was right, my mother was a huge worry.
Eventually, we settled down and drifted off to sleep.
I had a hard time, fearful of what would happen when my mother discovered I had no intention of following through with anything.
She could very well kill me before she tried to kill him because the only way she would get to him would be over my dead body.
“Sleep, Lorde. Love you,” Max said sleepily, and I peered down to where his head rested on my chest. He hadn’t woken up.
Kissing the top of his head, I did as he suggested, or tried to. I foreshadowed doom in our near future.