“Fuck yourself with that finger like it’s my cock inside you. Like I haven’t been the only one imagining fucking you all these years.”
“Max…” An emotion stronger than pleasure tore through my chest. A longing I’d buried for years, hoping it would die, and a hope I never thought to harbor, hearing he’d felt the same.
My fingers swirled and shunted in a faster rhythm, chasing my release. Chasing my pleasure.Chasing his commands.
“Show me that I’m not the only one who’d wished it wasn’t Todd next to you in bed every night. Touching you. Tasting you. Filling up that perfect pussy and making you beg for more.”
My ragged breaths crashed to a halt.
“Oh god.” A cry exploded from my chest, along with every deep, dark fantasy I’d buried inside me. Never would I have admitted those thoughts out loud. Even now, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to form the confession through my lips that I’d wished it more times than I could count. But he didn’t ask me to say it. He knew I couldn’t. Just like he knew my body would willingly show him.
“Yes, Max. Yes,” I chanted as I careened straight toward the edge of release, my hips lifting off the counter to meet my hand, the collision making a wet, slapping noise against my core.
“Look at me, Daze,” Max growled one last command, and his glittering gaze was suddenly the only thing I could see as the periphery of my vision turned fuzzy. “Come all over that ring and show me who you really belong to.”
His possession should’ve shocked me. Worried me at the very least. But with my head cleared of everything except how I wanted him, I could only admit that I did belong to him.And had wanted to for a long time now.
The out-of-reach ache suddenly hit me head-on and catapulted me over the edge. “Yes. Oh god. Yes—Max!”
I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. Darkness stole my vision as my body bucked with wild release. My core squeezed and gushed around my finger. Weeks of pent-up want, years of buried longing overloaded my senses until I was sure the intense rush of pleasure had fried every nerve ending, rewiring each one with only my need for him.
“That’s it, baby.” His low praise filtered back in through the fugue. “You did so good. You were so beautiful.”
I blinked until my vision sharpened, until what was clear was that Max had brought me my release but had held back his own.
Carefully, I slid my hands away from my core and let my legs drape over the edge of the counter one at a time. He watched me, and I wondered what he was waiting for—why he was torturing himself?
Was he not going to let me see him? Was he going to make me leave before he finished?
My racing heart stumbled to its knees in my chest. “Max?—”
“Come here,” he interrupted. He sounded like a piece of metal about to snap, all twisted and strained, too brittle to bend.
I lowered my feet to the floor. My palms clung to the edge of the counter, feeling how badly my legs trembled. I wanted to sink into a puddle, but I needed to go to him. Needed to obey.Needed to know.And if I couldn’t walk, then I’d crawl.
Miraculously, I could walk. One unsteady step in front of the other for the short few paces it took to put me right in front of him.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
My eyes flicked down, watching beads of creamy moisture pool from the tip of his cock and then run down the blunt head to be caught in my bunched underwear. The close-up made my body sizzle with ache all over again.
“Put your finger in my mouth.”
My gaze snapped to his with a sharp breath. I didn’t need to ask which finger he was talking about.
“Let me taste how sweet you are,” he growled. “Let me taste how much you want me.”
I lifted my left hand, my eyes never leaving his as I pressed the tip of my ring finger to his hard lips. With a deep, chest-breaking groan, his mouth parted and drew my finger inside. His tongue coaxed it deeper and licked it clean at the same time. As much as I wanted to stare at the beautiful etch of pleasure over his face, I couldn’t help the way my head lowered to his cock.
He jerked it fast now. Rough and hard and unrelenting. I watched the flesh thicken and the veins swell. The drips of pre-cum spilled faster, and then Max’s lips coasted over my ring, and his teeth clamped down firmly on the flesh on the other side.
I gasped, pain and pleasure spiraling straight to my core. Max sucked hard, and his hips jerked violently. A strangled sound erupted against my digit as he pumped himself one last time, dragging my thong over the head of his cock as he came into the fabric.
All I could do was stare as the fabric filled and filled and filled with his release before spilling cum onto the shower floor.
Never had I experienced anything this hot.And Max hadn’t even touched me.Not until the very end.
His teeth released my finger, and it slipped languidly back through his lips, which gave one final tug on the tip before freeing my hand.
