Chapter 15
Charlie
Max slides off the bed and I look up to see him rummaging in his nightstand.
Pulling out the familiar foil packaging, he utters a triumphant, ‘ta-da!” before ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the condom over his cock.
I bring myself up on my elbows to watch him as he does this.
When he’s finished, he looks down at me with a sexy grin.
“You should make yourself more comfortable.”
I shuffle myself to the middle of the bed and flop down on Max’s pile of soft pillows. He watches me the whole time, waiting until I’m situated before crawling onto the bed and returning to his position between my legs.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asks me tentatively.
“Not having second thoughts, are you Max?” I tease.
He shakes his head no, but still looks at me expectantly, waiting for my answer.
“Fuck me, Max.”
He smiles wide as he presses his tip to my entrance.
If I’m being totally honest with myself, I’m worried that he’s going to be too big to fit.
But dear lord I will happily ruin my pussy trying to make it happen.
Lucky for me, Max pushes in slowly, giving me a little time between each inch to adjust until he has filled me.
I can’t help but groan at the full feeling.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Max growls in my ear before pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting his way back in.
Okay, so he fits. He fits really fucking well.
Max starts up a tortuously slow pace as he brings his mouth down to mine.
At this point, I’m panting with how good it feels, and he uses that to his advantage by sliding his tongue in my mouth.
I kiss him back feverishly, clawing my hands up and down his back and he starts to quicken the pace.
We find a good rhythm. All tongues and teeth and moaning as Max fucks me good and deep. I feel myself getting close.
“Fuck. Max. Please.” The words come out as barely more than mewls, but Max breaks our kiss to smirk at me.
“Please what, Charlie? Please let you come?” He still pounds into me relentlessly, not missing a beat.
I can’t answer as I shatter around him. He peppers my neck and collarbone with kisses, remaining inside me but not moving while I come down.
“Well, that’s two,” Max says, smiling down at me.
I giggle and smile back. “That was wonderful.”
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Max says with a smirk and gets off the bed. Standing at the edge of it, he crooks his finger at me in a ‘come hither’ motion.
I make my way over, kneeling in front of him on the bed. “Legs or ass up gorgeous. Your choice.”
It takes a second for his meaning to click in, but when it does, I grin and flop down onto my back and raise my legs in the air. Max smirks, grabbing my legs and resting them on each shoulder.
“Excellent choice Charlie,” he praises while entering me again. My pussy is still slick from the last orgasm and his cock glides into me with zero resistance this time.
I moan loudly. Sex has never felt this good. Never. Like never ever.
“I think you’ve got one more in you gorgeous, and I really want to hear you this time. Don’t hold back, okay?”
I nod up at him and he gives me just one moment before he begins thrusting into me hard.
I can feel my thighs jiggle with the force and for the briefest moment my brain tells me to beg Max to stop.
But then it decides that it feels too freaking good, and it doesn’t care about my flabby limbs right now.
I grip the sheets to stop myself from sliding across the bed and away from Max. He takes this as an invitation to thrust harder and before long I’m moaning his name in a breathless chant. I can feel my orgasm getting closer, and I can feel Max swelling up more too.
He reaches between my legs and strokes my clit and right when I think I can’t take anymore, Max utters the words that completely undo me. “Come for me.”
And I do. Hard. My vision blacks out for a second and I see stars. I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming Max’s name, but I don’t even care. I don’t care how loud I am. How it sounds. How it looks. All I care about is how it feels. And it feels incredible.
“Fuck, Charlie!” Max shouts as he comes right after me.
Max puts my legs down and he lays down on top of me, his legs still on the floor next to the bed. His cock stays nestled inside me while we both pant and come down from our orgasms.
“That was fucking awesome,” Max mumbles into my boobs. I giggle and the movement in my chest has him lifting his head and smiling up at me.
“Yeah, it was,” I reply breathlessly.
“Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” Max plants a kiss to my chest before climbing off me and padding over to his ensuite bathroom.
I don’t move. I don’t think I can. When Max returns, now condomless, he laughs. “There’s no way you’re comfortable like that.”
“Every position is comfortable when your limbs are made of jell-o,” I inform him.
“Fair enough,” Max laughs. He scoops me up and sets me down the right way on the bed. He crawls in beside me before pulling the covers over both of us.
I turn over and snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around me and sighs contentedly. “I hope you had fun,” he murmurs.
“So much,” I manage to mumble back before I drift off into a dreamless sleep.