Chapter Twenty-Three
Twenty-Three
Max didn’t think Stella had planned on sleeping over, but when she fell asleep on the couch, half of his bottle of Moscato gone, all he could do was pick her up and put her in his bed.
This was how he learned a number of things:
Stella snored. Not loudly enough to keep him up, but more of a constant soft rumbling sound.
She talked in her sleep. Single words that included his name (multiple times), spaghetti (only twice), princess (thrice), and a few others he could no longer remember.
She was a cuddler. Even with his massive king-sized bed, she somehow found her way to him in the night.
When he woke up, Stella’s legs were intertwined with his and she had one of her arms across his bare stomach, her breast pressed against his side.
She’d gone to bed without a bra on, and he could feel her nipples pressing through the shirt.
Max, for his part, had no shirt on. He would’ve been completely naked, because that was how he normally slept, but he didn’t feel right climbing into bed with nothing on when Stella hadn’t been awake to consent to that.
So he’d swapped his sweatpants for basketball shorts.
Now, though, as Stella wrapped herself more fully around him, the loose shorts did nothing to hide his morning wood.
It didn’t help that as Stella continued to shift more on top of him, his dick ended up between her thighs.
“Stella.”
He rubbed a hand up and down her back, trying to caress her awake, but it quickly became apparent that that was a bad idea.
All it did was make her sigh happily in her sleep and nuzzle her face in his neck.
Previously, Max thought that his most sensitive spot was the head of his dick or even his nipples, but when Stella’s mouth opened and she placed a kiss on the spot on his neck just below his jaw, he was positive his dick twitched.
“Are you awake?” he asked.
“Only a little,” Stella murmured.
Max glanced over and her eyes were still closed, but her finger began moving along the trail of hair on his stomach, stopping just above the hem of his shorts, before working its way back up again.
Max took her hand in his, stopping her perusal, and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm. This gesture got her to finally open her eyes and look at him.
“Good morning,” she said, with a slow, sleepy smile.
“Morning,” he said.
Stella blinked a few times and then her hand went to her braids.
“I can’t believe I went to sleep with my hair out like this,” she said. “You should invest in satin pillowcases.”
“My pillowcases are satin.”
Stella turned, her hands patting down the pillow beneath her.
“Oh, you’re right.”
Max laughed. “I would hope so. I did buy them.”
Stella turned back over so she was facing him again. And then she quickly brought a hand to her mouth, covering it.
“Oh my God, I didn’t brush my teeth either!”
The words came out slightly garbled through her hand, but he got what she was saying.
“Yes, well, you also promptly passed out on my couch after we made it through only one episode of New Girl,” he said. “Had I known I’d worn you out so thoroughly, I would’ve simply brought you straight back to bed after our shower.”
“Mm, our shower,” Stella said, her eyes closing again. “That was a good shower.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” Stella sounded almost wistful. “The tub was so big, and the pressure from the nozzle was just right. You were also there, which was nice, but wow, I’ve never seen a better shower before.”
“You think you got jokes, do you?”
Max moved over Stella as she laughed, pinning her with his thighs while she squirmed from where his hands tickled up along her sides.
“Stop! Oh my God, I’m so ticklish,” Stella said between laughs. “I can’t breathe.”
Max stopped, interlocking her hands with his and pressing them down into the mattress. The humor in Stella’s eyes transitioned as the mood between them became less playful and more lustful. Stella’s leg shifted under Max, her shin coming up along his crotch.
“You’re hard.”
It wasn’t a question, and Stella moved her leg up and down, gently rubbing against him until she elicited a groan. Stella smiled, let go of his hands, and began sliding down the mattress beneath him. At first, Max wasn’t sure what she was doing, until her face was between his legs.
“Stella,” Max warned, but she ignored him.
She reached for the hem of his shorts, tugging them down just enough to pull out his dick. Max had to use all his focus to remain upright so he didn’t fall pelvis first into her face, but when she swiped a thumb across his tip, he almost lost it.
That, however, was nothing compared to when she stuck out her tongue and licked him. Max had to shut his eyes and dig his hands into the mattress.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Good?” Stella asked. He could hear the pride in her voice, and he knew she knew the answer to that question so he didn’t dignify it with a response.
Instead, he steeled himself and said, “More.”
Stella, he was beginning to realize, enjoyed instruction.
Max grunted as she took him into her mouth.
She didn’t go far and he didn’t push, but the feel of her wet mouth around his dick was enough to drive him crazy.
Stella began to move her head, pulling him in a bit deeper as she found a steady rhythm.
Max’s hips wanted to thrust into her, but he stayed himself, letting her take the lead.
Stella pulled off him, her mouth making a soft popping sound as she did.
“I don’t think I can go any deeper than that,” she said.
Max was readying to tell her that was okay, but then her mouth was on him again. This time she was moving down his shaft until his balls were in her mouth. He hissed as she sucked, her hand moving up and down on his dick, the slickness from her mouth giving her good friction.
“Stella, baby, I’m going to come,” he said.
Rather than say anything, Stella shifted again, taking his dick back into her mouth, moving more quickly, and this time Max couldn’t hold himself.
“Stella, I want to fuck your mouth, okay?”
She pulled off him just long enough to say, “Okay,” and Max let out a grunt of relief.
Stella stayed herself as Max began to move in and out of her mouth, careful not to go too far but just enough until finally—
“Fuck, Stella, fuck.”
He filled her mouth with his orgasm, and Stella swallowed, taking all of it, until he stilled.
Max fell over and Stella moved up beside him, wiping her mouth.
“Well,” she said, turning to him. “Good morning indeed.”