After the Fall

Dancin to the jailhouse rock! (Smut and Fluff)

The candles still make light in the room along with the fire, the moon still being high in the sky. They both have lost track of the time, knowing it is late but they do not stop.

A light coat of sweat covers Lucas body as well as Max's, the constant moving and the fire making their bodies hot. Lucas knew he would be in for a long night when Max had that wicked smile on her face, the same smile she had when she tortured him in Lucas opinion while Holly was sound asleep upstairs. Now Eleven Mike Dustin and Suzie are back, they both heard them come in and Mike made sure to let them know that they were back.

"Shhh." Max hushes quietly in Lucas ear, Lucas being able to feel the smile on her face.

Lucas knew that Max got that massage oil for another reason, that's why he was slightly nervous when Max revealed it to him, now he knows that his suspicions were right. Don't get him wrong, it feels amazing but with the way Max's hand is teasing around his head feels like torture. She coaxed his whole length with the oil to make her rubbing him easier.

Lucas grips the bedsheets, his hips occasionally moving up while he swallows. She knows he is struggling, his panting breaths making his chest rise and fall rapidly while he leans his head on the headboard. "Fuck..."

"Shhhh." Max hushes, her thumb going over Lucas lips. Max strokes him slowly, paying special attention to Lucas head, with every stroke she does up Lucas holds the bedsheets harder, his lips pursing hard while his eyes close. "You look so good right now."

"What...did I do?" Lucas breaths, trying to control his sounds from escaping.

"Hmm?"

"I didn't...oh shit..."

"You didn't what?"

"I didn't do anything." Lucas answers.

Max smiles, going to kiss just below Lucas earlobe. "You're not in trouble Lucas, we're just having fun." Max teases.

Lucas moans softly, his forehead resting against Max's. "Please go faster."

"There's no need to rush."

"Ahh fuck...mpphh." Lucas groans, feeling Max wrap her hand around Lucas head and beginning to stroke his head, the little wet sounds becoming evident.

"Is that how you like it Lucas? Is this how you always did it?" Max teases in his ear.

Lucas nods his head while his eyes are closed. "You're such a tease."

Max laughs softly, going to lightly kiss down the side of his neck. She lets her motions go faster, feeling Lucas buck his hips while he releases a loud groan.

"Max! Fuck..." Lucas drags out, gripping the bedsheets harder, his knuckles almost turning white. It is even more better than when Lucas masturbated himself, this is so much better than that since it is Max's hand working him instead of his own. She studies him, watches what gives her the most reactions which is why she is more so focused on his head. She recognizes that as his sensitive spot, and she also pays attention to the faces that he makes when she strokes him a certain way.

Like the face of complete bliss and the deep sultry moan he drags out when Max strokes him from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to his tip. His head goes back, his eyes slowly closing. Max's other hand slowly runs up his chest, feeling it rise and fall steady like. He tries to buck his hips up but Max pushes him back down.

"Just relax." Max whispers.

Lucas nods his head, feeling himself grow closer and closer to the edge. He wants to buck his hips up, try and move along with Max's but Max prevents it. "Max please, just a little faster." He begs.