Chapter Eighteen
Lucy
“Max,” I pant.
I’m teetering on the edge here. I don’t know how much longer I can hold myself back. It’s been way too long since I felt a man’s touch, and the way those strong hands of his are gripping his dick, I don’t think I can control myself. My restraint is crumbling the more I stare at him. This man in front of me has sex written all over him.
What woman can turn a blind eye to a sexy as fuck man wearing a white t-shirt and grey joggers? It’s like the PIN code to our libido. Don’t get me started on the way he is sitting. He is lounging back with his legs spread and one hand resting behind his head. The position has made it so I can see the bottom of his abs and the trail of hair that leads down south, below his boxers.
And his words… holy fucking shit.
“Yes, Sugar? Tell me, do you truly want to keep ignoring this?” He rasps out. I know he is just as desperate for me as I am for him.
My brain is screaming no, but my brain isn’t the one in control right now.
“I can’t,” I begin to say, and see the flicker of hurt flash across his face. “I can’t hide these feelings anymore, Max. I am desperate for you. It hurts far too much to stay away, andI don’t know what hurts more. Being with you… or staying away.”
His face is impassive, as though what I have just told him hasn’t quite sunk in. I stay still, waiting to see what his reaction will be. Don’t get me wrong, I am horny as hell right now, but that isn’t the reason I have given in to him tonight.
Those few days away in London really proved to me just how unhappy I am. Before he came over, I knew that if I never gave us the chance we needed, then I would never be happy. Not without Max. I have tried and tried to move on, and everything has always come back to him.
I may regret this decision to come clean, but for once in my life, I’m not lying to him. Or myself. I’m hurting us both by staying away, and this time, I want to put my own feelings before everyone else.
“I don’t know if this is real. But I’m not stupid enough to wait for you to change your mind.”
Within seconds, he has gripped me around the waist and hauled me across the sofa to him. I’m now sat straddling his legs, his grip tight, keeping me secure against his chest. Without thought, my hands lift to his cheeks to angle his face so I can take him in. This beautiful, charming, funny man beneath me looks so vulnerable right now. I don’t think I could walk away again, even if I wanted to.
“I wouldn’t have lasted much longer without you, Max. I need you.” Keeping my eyes trained on him, I inch forward slowly. He still looks unsure, until I’m so close I can feel his breath against my skin.
Closing my eyes, I wait. Letting him take the lead from here. I don’t have to wait long at all before his lips are touching mine. His kiss is hard, filled with longing and pain. Pain that I hope to never cause him again. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the entrance to my lips for me to open up for him. Hisgrip becomes so tight on my hips, my core clenches with the need for friction. I pull back, panting.
“I need you inside of me. Now.” To get my point across, I shift my hips ever so slightly back and forward across his thickness. This results in his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“I wanted the next time I had you to be soft and full of love. But Lou, I need you so badly, I don’t know if I can give you that right now.” He groans, using his hands to rock me over his throbbing dick.
“I want you. Hard and fast. I need you to fill me. I need you to make me explode.” I say, surer of this than I have ever been before. “Fuck me like you’ve missed me, Max.”
“Fuck.” He grits out, then his mouth is back on mine. It’s like a duel of who can get closer to the other. “I promise I will, but not until I’ve got you ready for me.” He winks.
He trails his hand lower down my body until his fingers are skimming the edge of my panties. Thank God I’m only wearing an oversized t-shirt right now. The thought of leaving this man’s lap to get undressed would be a sin. With his other hand joining the first, he takes my underwear and shreds it into two. The rush of cool air hits my soaking centre, making me jump in surprise. I’ve been wet since before he got here. My battery-operated boyfriend is still under my bed from when I threw it in a panic earlier.
I might have been embarrassed at the state of need I’m in, but Max doesn’t give me the chance. With the palm of his hand, he rubs my wetness from front to back, smearing all of me in my own arousal.
“Fuuuuuck.” He drags out the word, still circling my clit slowly.
The pressure is easing some of my pent-up frustration, but at the same time, driving me wild. Needing more, I startto grind myself onto him, dropping my head back as a moan passes my lips.
“Baby, you look like fucking heaven riding my hand. I can’t wait until you’re doing the same thing to my cock.” His gruff words push me closer to that climax I am desperate to reach.
Holy shit. He hasn’t even entered me, and already I’m so close to an orgasm. My breathing picks up with noises I don’t recognise coming from my lips.
“Max… I’m going to cum.” I whisper out of breath, but still needing more.
“Not yet, I haven’t had the chance to taste you.” He growls, pulling his hand away and flipping me so I’m lying on my back.
I cry out at the sudden loss of him. I was so fucking close. But only a second passes by before he spreads my legs wide and takes all of me in his mouth. He is latched onto me, sucking slightly as his tongue pulses against my clit. I thread my fingers through his hair for leverage.
I’m a writhing mess beneath him, moaning at all the sensations. I’m so turned on that it’s hitting the point of pain, every nerve ending on fire from all the pleasure he is giving me. It’s too much, but not enough at the same time.
