My legs begin to buckle the faster he goes, my stomach tingles and sweat beads across my skin. I'm so close. I drop my head forward onto his chest, I feel it rise and fall with every breath he takes. The walls of my pussy clench around his fingers, and just as I'm about to come, he slips them from inside of me.
"Max?" I question in frustration, my body too heavy to lift my head. I feel him kiss the top of it, but he doesn't say anything. His hands grab the sides of my jeans, and he slides them downmy legs. This time he drops to his knees as he lifts one foot out of the leg, and then the other. I rest my hands on his shoulders, using him to keep me steady.
"Max, please," I beg. He looks up at me and smiles, then leans forward and wraps his mouth around my pussy, his tongue slipping between the folds. His hands grip the back of my thighs, his fingers digging into me as he sucks my skin into his mouth, his tongue lapping up the cum already dripping from me.
I feel my legs begin to shake as my hands hold on tighter to his shoulders. "Oh god," I cry out. "Yes, more." I feel my stomach swirl in anticipation and need. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes rapid. I feel my orgasm building and I grab his head, pulling him closer to me, as close as I can. His mouth and nose are buried in my pussy, and I'm worried he can't breathe, but he shows no signs of struggle as his tongue laps and rolls around inside of me, my walls clenching with every swipe.
My body shakes and shudders, sweat drips off me, and my breathing is erratic as my orgasm rushes through me. I cry out, "Oh fuck," as my legs buckle, and Max grips me tighter, holding me in place as he continues to suck and drink the cum from my body. Just when I think I'm going to pass out from the adrenaline running through me, he stops, pulling his mouth away from me and standing. Seconds later, he crashes his mouth onto mine before I even have a chance to react. As his tongue pushes through my lips, I'm surprised when I'm forced to swallow my own cum. But the biggest surprise is how much I seem to like it; how much it seems to turn me on.
As he grips the back of my head, his hand pulls at my hair. "Fuck me, you're incredible," he tells me breathlessly. "God, I fucking want you so much. Can I fuck you, Nova?" he asks, his eyes full of hope and desire.
"Oh god, yes. Please," I tell him, desperate for him to be inside me. He gives me a chaste kiss and then guides me into the running shower, his eyes never leaving mine as he walks me back until my shoulders hit the cool tile wall. As my hands grip his sides, he curls his hand around my thigh, lifting my leg, and I hook it over his hip. I bite my lip and tip my head back as his fingers dig into my skin.
"Max, please fuck me," I beg.
He leans down, his lips connecting with mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, running along the top of mine before he pulls away, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before letting it go. He shuffles closer to me, and I feel his hand gently graze my stomach as he lowers it between us.
My heart races with anticipation, and my stomach summersaults with need as he slowly guides the tip of his dick into my pussy. I suck in a breath at the contact, my fingers digging into his sides.
"Fuck, baby. Are you okay?" he asks, and I nod, unable to form words, and my body prickles with heat. "Words, baby, I need words," he pleads with me as he teases me, not pushing any further in.
"Yes, I'm okay. Please, fuck me, Max," I beg, my voice laced with desire. It's all he needs, and I cry out as he pushes all the way in. He holds still for a few seconds, giving us both time to adjust.
His breathing comes out in ragged breaths as I feel his muscles tighten. He grips my other thigh and hoists my other leg around his hips. I lock my ankles behind him, but my hands grip his shoulders, my grip tight as I worry I might fall, or he might drop me.
"Relax, baby, I've got you," he breathes out. "You ready?" he asks, and I nod, unable to speak. His fingers dig into my thighs as he slides so far out and then pushes right back in again. I wrap my arms around his neck, tipping my head back and tightening the grip my legs have around him.
He thrusts in and out, his speed increasing with each one. I bite my lip as I feel the tingle begin in my stomach. Heat prickles over my body and my toes lock as my orgasm builds. "Oh,” I breathe out, and he moves one of his hands to my clit and rubs his thumb over it.
The combined sweat and water covering our bodies makes me feel like I'm slipping, and I tighten my grip around his neck. He leans forward, running his tongue over the pulse point on my neck before wrapping his mouth around it and sucking. I'm locked in placed, my head tipped back, my body wrapped around his.
His breathing becomes shallower and faster as he thrusts into me so hard and fast and slams me against the wall. I can't hold it any longer, my nails dig into his back, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes through me, my body shaking and my muscles contracting.
He pulls his mouth away from my neckand his eyes lock with mine. His hand that was rubbing my clit is now wrapped around the back of my neck as he tilts my head to get a better look at me. "You're fucking gorgeous, Dragonfly, and you're mine," he bites out, and I watch as his eyes flicker. Suddenly, his fingers dig into my neck as his orgasm rushes through him.
Chapter Sixty-Five
The last few days have been amazing. It's like we've been living in a bubble and the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Both her and Mason are so much more relaxed here. They have been relaxed at the clubhouse, but there's always been this look in their eyes, this darkness that follows them around. But here, all that seems to have faded away.They fit right in too. My dad loves them, and they love him.
I take a sip of my coffee as the back door opens and my dad appears, holding his own cup. "You okay, son?" he asks as he takes the seat next to me.
I glance behind him, through the window on the now closed door, to see Mason is sat at the table, drawing as usual. Nova is at the sink, washing the dishes frombreakfast while my sister chats to her. I didn't want her to think she had to do anything here, she's been forced to take care of everything in her uncle’s house, cooking, cleaning and taking care of her brother. All on top of working in the diner just so her aunt and uncle can take her wages from her. But after I tried to stop her from doing the dishes yesterday, she explained that she wanted to do it.
"I'm good, Dad. I'm really good. You're okay with us still being here, aren't you?" I ask him. Besides Nova and Mason and Georgia, I have Tongue, Prospect, and two of Arthur’s guys here. Not that his guys come in the house much, but they are still around. He's been alone for so long, having this many people around must be hard.
He smiles around his cup as he takes a sip of his drink. "Yeah. It's been good having you all here. There's so much life back in this house with you all being here. I didn't know how much I missed it, how much I needed it." He takes another sip of his drink and then holds it in his lap, his eyes scanning over the huge garden him and my mum spent so much time working on,her sunflowers still blooming.
"When do you all have to go back? Will it be safe for Nova and Mason to go with you?" he asks, knowing what they have been through. He already knew some of it before I got here. I'd called him a few times in the weeks that they were in the clubhouse. And when we got here, I told him the rest. He would never have asked Nova anything, but she wanted him to know, she said he had a right to know why there were so many people, and the risks that surround her.
I blow out a breath. I'm not ready to leave our bubble, but I know we have to. "I spoke to Prez this morning. You know the club have been working with Arthur and Andrea to sort out the shit with the wills. They got the call just before they called me, and it’s done. Andrea is now Mason's guardian, and Nova, well, because she's twenty, she doesn't need one.”
I take a drink of my coffee and turn to face him.
"Arthur arranged for a restraining order against their aunt and uncle. He's not allowed within one thousand feet of them, her work, or anything associated with the club or Arthur andAndrea." I watch my dad, waiting for him to respond, but he simply nods without even looking at me, his eyes still focussed on the garden.
"What's on your mind?" I ask him.
He turns to face me, before taking a quick glance at the house, then turning back to me. "So that’s it? Custody sorted and a restraining order in place and we're leaving it at that?" I know what he's asking, and I would love to give him the answer he's looking for, but the truth is, I don't know.
