Chapter Seventeen
Seventeen
Skyler had gotten Max drunk.
He wasn’t supposed to be drunk. It was the middle of the week, and he was expected in the office tomorrow because he was the CEO and a good CEO was in the office to show his employees that he was a good CEO.
Why did he keep saying CEO?
Oh right, he was drunk.
It took Max approximately three times to get his key into the door and unlock it.
He then proceeded to stumble his way out of his shoes and coat, before promptly falling face first into his couch. This was why he didn’t drink. Or more accurately, why he didn’t drink with Skyler.
When it came to identity markers, Skyler tended to see themselves as a beer pong champion first and a nonbinary person second. Tonight, though, they’d insisted on doing shots because whenever they were together, Skyler seemed to think they were still in college and not in their thirties.
The first time Max had met Skyler, it was at a party during freshman orientation and they’d handed him a cup of jungle juice.
At the time, Max didn’t know what jungle juice was.
The few times he’d drank during high school it was always a beer; therefore, he was very unprepared and hardly remembered that night.
Still, he knew that Skyler got him back to his dorm, and the next day they reappeared with a bag containing Excedrin, Pedialyte, and a sandwich.
They were pretty much attached at the hip after that.
Many people assumed they were dating, because back then Skyler was more femme presenting than they were now, but Skyler had told Max early on they were a lesbian, which led Max to, for the first time, confess he was bi.
That only bonded them even closer, and he was grateful when Skyler decided to move to New York rather than go back to their hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Now, though, Max was wondering why he’d wanted them around and swore he would never go out with Skyler again. It was a lie he’d said so many times it was almost comforting, like a familiar blanket.
In the pocket of his slacks, Max’s phone began to vibrate. He slipped it out and rested it on the arm of the couch, putting it on speaker so he didn’t have to hold the phone up to his ear.
“?Hola!”
Her soft laugh came through first, and Max knew it was Stella.
“Hi,” she said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m slightly inebriated,” he said.
Alcohol always made him too honest.
“Ah,” Stella said. “That explains the texts.”
This made Max blink his eyes open.
“What texts?”
Stella laughed again. “Well, most of them were nonsense. A lot of keyboard smashes with a smidge of actual words in there. And then one that just says, ‘What flower do you smell like?’ It’s lavender, by the way.”
“Oh,” he said. “You may have to remind me tomorrow.”
“Will do,” she said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “So, what were you doing tonight that got you so inebriated?”
Max was drunk, so he couldn’t be totally certain, but he was pretty sure he heard a twinge of jealousy in that question.
“I was with my friend Skyler,” he said. He turned over on his back and placed his phone on his chest, closing his eyes again. “I was supposed to see them last night but got caught up with work things so we rescheduled for tonight.”
“Ah, and did they get you drunk in retaliation for rescheduling their plans?”
“No, they—”
Max cut himself off as he thought about it and then he groaned.
“They probably did do that, yes,” he said, rubbing a hand down his face. “Diabolical.”
Stella’s soft laugh came through again. Max thought about recording it so he could play it on a loop. He then thought that was probably a really weird thing to think. He was never drinking again.
“It sounds like you should probably go sleep this off,” Stella said. “You’re home now, right?”
“Yes, I am safely on my couch,” he said. “Remember when we were both here on my couch?”
Stella hesitated before saying, “Yes.”
“You know, as soon as you left I got into the shower and came almost immediately,” he said.
“I didn’t know that…”
“Yup,” he said. “Just stripped down, grabbed my dick, and that was all it took.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I cleaned my shower right after.”
“I…was not worried about that, but good to know,” Stella said. There was another brief pause. “You know, I would’ve done that for you. I vaguely remember offering as much.”
“Done what?”
Max’s brain was quickly losing its grip on this conversation.
Another pause. “Grabbed your dick.”
The dick in question perked up at that, and suddenly Max was completely focused.
“Just grabbed it or done something with it?” Max asked.
He could hear Stella inhale sharply, and he wondered if he’d made a misstep, but then she spoke.
“I would’ve liked to take it in my mouth,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I would’ve licked you first, just to get a taste, and then taken you into my mouth, seeing how deep it could go.”
Max didn’t even remember unbuttoning his pants, but his dick was now hard in his hand as he listened to Stella.
“And then?” he prompted her.
“And then I would…” She seemed to falter for a moment. “And then I would use my mouth and my hand, moving up and down until you came.”
“I would hold your hair back for you,” he added. “And watch as I let you work, getting me all the way there.”
“And you’d fill up my mouth with your come,” she said in a tone that was almost wistful. “And I’d swallow, taking it all.”
“Fuck, Stella,” he said, stroking his dick.
“Does that sound good?” she asked.
“Better than good,” he said. “I’m about to come right now just thinking about it.”
“Me, too,” she said.
Those two words nearly pushed Max over the edge.
“Are you touching yourself right now, Stella?”
“Yes.” The word came out like a whimper. “I’m so wet already.”
Max inhaled sharply. “Fuck.”
“I want to hear you come,” she said. “I don’t know what that sounds like yet.”
“If you keep talking like that you absolutely will,” he said, his voice rough as he kept pumping his hand up and down. He wiped the bit of pre-come from his tip down his shaft to aid the friction. He was so close.
“You know, I also masturbated that night when I got home from your place,” she said. “I used one of my vibrators and imagined it was you inside me. I think you’re bigger than my toy, though. But just thinking about you while I did it made me come so hard I saw stars.”
“Fuck,” Max breathed.
He moved his hand faster, his hips lifting as he began thrusting into his own hand.
“Don’t hold back, Max,” Stella said. “I want to hear you. I want to know what it’ll sound like when you finally finish inside me.”
And that was all it took. Max groaned as his pleasure spilled out in his hand, his breathing ragged as the orgasm pulsed through him. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Stella’s own moans as she also found release.
“Fuck, Stella,” Max said once he could speak again.
Stella let out a sigh that also sounded like a laugh.
“Well, I did promise I’d make you come,” she said. “Although I was thinking it’d happen in person.”
“Don’t worry, we can still do that,” Max said quickly.
“I can’t wait,” she said. “For now, though, I should probably take a shower.”
Max groaned. “Please don’t make me think about you in the shower.”
“Too late,” she said, sounding as cheery as someone who had just had an orgasm should. “Good night, Max.”
Max smiled. “Good night, Stella.”