"Just be a good girl from now on," he groans into my mouth. He's impatient as he lifts my legs over his shoulders and thrusts into me, pulsing with sharp pumps that send us both over the edge. We struggle for breath between kissing and moaning. It's not sensual like last time. It's needy. It's fast. It's desperate. He's pinning me to the mattress, thrusting harder and harder.
He groans again, "Fuck, Cassidy."
His thick erection sinks deeper inside me. All the way to the end before sliding back out again. And then in. As he grips the headboard with white knuckles, I wriggle in an attempt to adjust to his girth. "You're fucking beautiful." Those words make my body soften and relax around his. I slide my hand down his muscular back and onto the cheeks of his perfect flexing arse. I'm hot everywhere. He drops oneof my legs as he slides down to lick the tight bud of my nipple. My other leg is still weightless over his shoulder. He growls, "Take me."
The muscles inside me hold his penis like a vice, squeezing with every inward thrust and outward draw. He strokes his hand between my legs, kneading my clit as his stormy grey eyes stare into mine. "Come, Cassidy. I need you to."
I wriggle around and then, out of nowhere, he flips me onto my belly. Lifting my backside, he spreads my thighs and enters me again in sharp, quick pulses.
"Fuck," he growls, "those bathers." I fist the sheets as he lifts me by the hips. Hard pumps. So deep.
"You're so wet, Little One. Such a tight fit but so wet." While he moves in and out of me, his fingers collect the slickness of my arousal and paints it across my bumhole. "I know what you want." Slowly, his thumb inches inside and I bite the pillow. Moaning into the soft fabric, I'm overwhelmed by being so completely taken by him. He's inside me—everywhere. A tickle twists at my clit, making me cry out. And a force rushes down to where he opens me wide. And I come hard around his precise thrusts, squeezing his penis and tightening around his thumb.
"Good girl," he says, pulling his thumb out and tilting my body up until my back meets his chest. His tongue is on my neck. His hands move around to my breasts.
He pumps his hips up into me until he starts to tremble. Groaning, his hips thrust with each grunt of his orgasm. "Fuck."
Breathing hard, we collapse onto the bed. He pulls me into his big arms, wrapping them around me as he buries his head into my hair. We stay like this for several minutes, breathing deeply together.
Tears begin to burn the backs of my eyes because I'm feeling so much right now—too much. It's uncomfortable. The way I want him. The way his presence makes my insides flip around. The way I give myself to him. I begin to shake.
I didn't seek out these feelings for him. I fell into them.
I'm still falling—hard.
I'm in trouble.
Max brushes the hair from my cheeks and shuffles to study my face. "You're crying."
I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut. "No."
"Yes, you are. Did I hurt you?"
"No, Max." I open my eyes and stare through wet lashes. "Not yet."
His brows tighten and he looks sad for a moment. "Don't say that."
I sniffle. "I'm sorry. I am a silly little girl."
His jaw clenches just briefly. "I'm gonna take care of things, okay?"
"Things?"
He pulls me down beside him and we share a pillow, facing each other. "You. I'm gonna take care with you. I'm not gonna hurt you."
"You might not mean to."
"Try not to expect anything and you'll be fine."
My eyes drop as I remember the image of him with the red-headed girl. He doesn’t owe me anything. I know this. He couldn’t have been clearer that day in the pool. Monogamy is worse than polio... Despite this, I'm feeling things. Excitement, yes. But also fear. An emptiness in my belly. A kind of tightening in my throat. "Easier said than done."
He brushes his fingers through my hair. "You're gonna be fine."
"What do you feel?" I whisper. "Likeright now?"
A lazy grin spreads across his cheeks. "Which part of me?"
"I mean inside." I roll my eyes." After you have sex with me, do you feel anything?"
