YOU 2 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 113.

The moment Max's lips touch mine, my body ignites. I moan into her mouth and I am rewarded with an equally feverish moan from her. My fingers thread through her hair and tug harder, not able to control myself or my need for her. I know she is holding back and it's driving me crazy, both in a good way and bad. My hands move from her hair down to the hem of her black t-shirt, gripping the fabric and pulling it up and over her head. The second the kiss breaks, Max leans back slightly.

"Charli.." She pleas.

"Maxxy.." I counter and run my fingertips over her inked skin. I have missed the way her hard muscles strain against her skin, the way the intricate black ink swirls and decorates her perfect body.

"I can't take advantage of you." She moans as I swipe my tongue over her bottom lip.

"You aren't. Just stop talking." I half laugh and she groans as my hand reaches down to palm her through her jeans.

I know that she can't resist me and that pleases me more than it should. I never thought I would be in a situation with Max where I have all the control, it's amusing really the way we have switched roles. She is so hard and so turned on, I climb off of her and reach for her zipper.

Max's POV.

Her small hands reach down to unbutton and unzip my jeans. My mind is racing and I know how wrong this is but I can't help it. I want her, need her. Long for her. I have to have her and she gave me to option to leave or fuck her and there is no way I am leaving her if I have another option, any other option. The words that came out of her mouth sounded so unnatural falling from her full lips, so strange but so hot.

When my pants reach my ankles I shake my head. I am not thinking clearly, I am not thinking rationally. I am wasted, completely gone for this usually sweet, now wild woman that I love more than I can stand.

"Wait.." I say again. I don't want her to stop but I have to at least put up a little fight so I can ease my guilt.

"No.. no waiting. I have waited enough." Her voice is soft and teasing as she pulls my boxers down and grips me in her hand.

"Fuck.. " I can't stop her. I am not sure if I could even if I wanted to. She needs this, needs me, and drunk or not I am selfish enough to take it if this is the only way I can have her want me.

She drops to her knees in front of me and takes me into her mouth. "I.." I can't even form a sentence.

When I look down at her she looks up at me, batting her lashes. Fuck she looks like an angel and the devil at once, so sweet and so god damn dirty as she works her tongue around me, swirling and flicking.

"Does that feel good?" She smirks and I almost come from her words.

I nod, unable to speak, as she hollows her cheeks and sucks harder. Taking more of me into her sweet mouth.

I don't know when she will stop, and as much as I don't want her to stop, I want to touch her. To feel her.

"Stop." I beg and gently push her back by her shoulder.

She shakes her head and tortures me by moving her head up and down at a dangerous speed.

"Charli.. please." I moan and she laughs, sending a deep vibration through me and luckily she stops. If she wouldn't have, I would have came down her throat.

"You just taste so good." She smiles and wipes her now swollen lips with the back of her hand.

"Fuck, where did this dirty mouth of yours come from?" I ask her as she gets up off of her knees.

"I don't know.. I always think these things I just never have the balls to say them." She says and moves towards the bed.

I almost laugh from her saying the word "balls" it's so unlike her but tonight she is in charge and she knows it. I can tell she is enjoying this, having me at her complete and utter mercy.