Chapter Thirty-Three
Thirty-Three
Max woke with a start, but he didn’t know what had woken him.
“Stella, are you home?”
Stella, whose head was resting on Max’s bare chest, began to stir, but her eyes remained closed as she snuggled in closer to Max. Outside the room, he could hear someone, presumably Stella’s roommate, moving around the kitchen, opening cabinets.
Max wasn’t sure what to do here. He hadn’t woken up in someone else’s bed in years, and he was unsure of the protocol. Would Stella want him to sneak out without being seen, or would she not care? They were all adults, after all. He was probably overthinking this.
Max tapped Stella’s shoulder, but she didn’t budge.
He considered shaking her awake, but that seemed aggressive, and truthfully, she looked so relaxed against him that he couldn’t bear to disrupt her sleep.
He got the feeling that with this whole Sprint Week thing she needed the rest. They did also wear themselves out pretty good last night as well.
He grinned at the memory. Watching Stella make herself come last night was something he’d likely replay in his mind for the rest of his days.
“Shit!”
Something clattered to the floor in a crash, and Stella’s eyes popped open. At first, she looked at Max slightly bewildered, as if she couldn’t remember how he’d gotten there, and then she relaxed against him again until another crash came from the kitchen, causing Stella to pop up again.
“Chelsea’s home,” she said.
Max wasn’t sure if Stella sounded resigned, angry, or scared. Whatever it was he was hearing, it certainly wasn’t joy.
“Do we not like Chelsea?” he asked carefully.
Stella sighed as she began to extract herself from him.
Max grabbed hold of her, pulling her back into him.
Last night, after they showered, she’d thrown on a Jonas Brothers concert T-shirt of all things—and nothing else.
Now, as he shifted them both so she was on top of him, she inhaled sharply as his morning wood rested comfortably between her legs.
He’d put his boxers back on last night, but that was the only thing keeping his dick from where it really wanted to be.
“I can’t believe you just get like this every morning,” Stella said.
Her voice was low, presumably to ensure Chelsea wouldn’t hear them, although surely she must know they were here because his coat and shoes were still out there. Regardless, he followed suit, lowering his voice to a whisper.
“It’s not every morning,” he said. “It just happens to be every morning I’m with you. I wonder why that is.”
“Hm, I couldn’t begin to guess.”
She leaned down and rubbed her nose against his playfully before kissing him. It started out innocent enough, but then Stella deepened the kiss, moving against him as she did so. Her pussy rubbed against his dick, and he moaned in her mouth, gripping her hips to keep her still.
“Stella, you’re going to make me combust in these.”
“Would that be a bad thing?”
“I have no other underwear here.”
Stella smiled wickedly. “Go commando.”
And then she was moving again and Max no longer had it in him to try to stop her, not when she felt this good grinding against him.
He slipped his hands up under her shirt as she began to move faster against him. Max cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, and Stella gasped at the touch.
“Shhh,” he said gently. “Now’s not the time to be loud, baby.”
Stella could only nod and bite her lip as she kept moving.
Max let go of her breasts, moving his hands back to her hips and holding her as she moved against him.
He was happy to let her take the reins and use his dick to come, but the friction was working for him, too, and he found himself moving with her.
Max pressed himself against her wetness, which he could now feel through his boxers.
That feeling was enough to push him over the edge and he closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to hold in the sound as Stella kept moving until she, too, found her release against him.
When she fell down beside him, breathing hard, they were both a mess, and even if Chelsea hadn’t heard anything, it’d be obvious as soon as they walked out what they’d been doing.
If Stella was worried about it, she didn’t show it as she looked over at him with a content smile.
“So,” she said. “I guess I should probably introduce you to my roommate.”