Could It Be Us? | Maxley |

➳ 13

CHAPTER 13

Max

Bradley made me feel so needy. To be fair, I wanted everything. I wanted to feel his neck, his chest, his thighs. Everything. First, however, I wanted his lips. His fingers were gripping every strand of hair I have like it was second nature. He was the one pulling me closer. His moans were quick and sharp. They rang through my ears. I really liked hearing him like this. My ability to make him sound so beautiful was truly my greatest gift. "Max," he moaned in my mouth. My hands were roaming his legs. My hand found the lever to let the seat drop down. I wouldn't have anyone see him like this besides me. I pulled his shirt over his head. I kissed his neck and trailed down. "Uh," he groaned as I kissed his chest.

"So pretty, darling," I whispered before going back to kissing his chest. I let my mouth drop down to his abdomen. His fingers tightened their grip in my hair.

"Stop playing around," he mumbled.

"What did I tell you, Bradley? I only want to hear you speak if you're moaning my name. So, either I'm not doing a good job, or you're being bratty, darling." I looked up at him from below. His hand was covering his face. "Stop that," I ordered. He dropped his hand. His face was completely flushed. I kissed his waist. I pulled his blue dress pants down to his ankles. He pulled my hair tightly.

"Please, Max," he gasped. His fingers move down to the back of my neck. "I want you," he said quietly.

"What?" I stopped.

He shook his head. "I won't say it again."

I heard him clearly yet I didn't believe it. Right now? Here? In a parking lot? I shake my head slowly. "Not here, darling." I kissed his thighs. "It doesn't matter how badly I'd love to. You deserve better treatment than the backseat."

"You," he breathed heavily. "Can't do nothing, Max. Please, do something ..."

"Hm," I pondered. "Grab my shoulders." He doesn't bother asking why. First, I pressed my fingers to his mouth. He let my fingers inside. I grazed his tongue, and all the saliva we mixed together earlier. I pressed deeper, getting ahead of myself. Bradley didn't tell me to stop, which only encouraged my wicked desires more. I let my fingers toy with his mouth. I dragged one finger across his lip, coating it in his wet saliva. God, he was perfect like this. His ears were red and he was panting heavily.

I pulled my fingers out and looked deeply at him. I pressed two fingers to him. "Tell me to stop if you can't take this." He nodded slowly. I pushed them inside. He threw his head back and groaned. It was painful, I'm sure. Let me go deeper, I silently beg him. "Are you okay, darling?"

"Shut up! I got this," he mustered finally. "Faster, Max, please." I did as he says. He was tugging on my hair, and damn, it felt good. I wanted him to feel even better than this. While he was moaning, I played with the head of his dick. He gasped. "Not both," he moaned. "Max!"

"Does it feel good," I asked. I kissed the tip. "Tell me, darling."

He was sweaty, shaky, and moaning. "I—ah," he moaned. "It feels amazing," he whimpered. He scratched my shoulders and back. "Keep—going!" He was close. Perfect.

I deepened my fingers and slid them out. I repeated this motion until his whole body was having a reaction. He pushed himself down on my fingers. His chest heaves up and down quickly.

I was taking him fully, his dick twitched in my mouth. I went quicker. I took my lips off his dick. "If you don't say my name while you come, we'll have to repeat this process, darling."

I pushed my mouth back on, and his body vibrated. He pulled my head in. "Ugh—Max," he shouted. He pulled me in and out a few more times after he came. "Max, fuck." There were tears welled up in his eyes.

"You're beautiful like this."

He pressed the palm of his hand to my mouth. "Shut up," he whispered. I licked his palm. He retreated his hand. "Gross!"

"I was just licking your dick, I can't lick your hand?"

"That's different," he pushed me away. "And because of your hornyness we're going to be late." He pulled his pants back up and pulled his shirt over his shoulders. "Get dressed."

"What, you don't like me like this?" He blushed. In a swift movement, he pulled me in and kissed me.

"I'd rather have you like this to myself, yeah? Put your fucking shirt on." I laughed.

"Whatever you say, darling."