chapter twenty-nine
Max
MY TIGHTLY REINED-IN control is hanging by a thread. Having Lily on such blatant display, sprawled on my bed, her long, golden-brown hair spread across the pillow, her breasts encased in black lace, legs obscenely wide open and showing me every inch of her glistening pink pussy, all that runs through my head is one single word. A word I never thought about in regards to a woman until this one.
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
Jesus, I feel greedy with wanting her. She wants to come, I can tell. I see her clit protruding from the folds between her legs, can see the creamy white drops clinging to her skin, coating the inside of her thighs. She’s so turned on I can smell her, the scent of her arousal thick in the room, making my nostrils flare. My cock threatens to burst out of my fucking jeans at any moment and I take a deep, hissing breath, closing my eyes for the briefest moment as I tell myself I can do this. I can get through this for a few more minutes.
I want to break her. Completely break her and then put her back together again so she knows that she’s mine and no one else’s. My dormant possessive nature has come roaring to life, and my overpowering need to take her and make her understand her place in life—by my side, beneath me, over me—is making it hard for me to focus.
Her soft whimper gets me and without thought I unbuckle my belt, undo my jeans, and take them off, pulling my boxer briefs with them, kicking off my shoes. Until I’m naked and my cock is so hard it fucking hurts. I’m aching for her; my entire body is strung tight with my need for Lily.
I go to her, not missing how she watches me with those big, luminous eyes, and she doesn’t say a word as I crawl onto the bed until I’m hovering above her, my hands braced on either side of her head and sinking into the pillow, my hips nestled between her spread legs, her lace-covered breasts in front of my face and tempting me.
Dipping my head, I press my mouth to the valley between her breasts, breathing deep her fragrance, kissing her there. Licking her. She arches against me on a blissful sigh, her hands going to my hair, holding my head in place, and I let her. I may prefer control but I let her guide me, show me what feels good.
That’s all I want to do, make her feel good, make her feel safe. I’m here for her always. Her giving up control to me completely is one way she can know that no matter what, I will take care of her. And I will. Better than anyone else has ever in her life. This girl was made for me. I want her to know it.
I rain kisses across the tops of her breasts, licking at her nipples, sucking one deep into my mouth, lace and all. She lurches and tries to pull away when I nibble at her flesh but I hold her still, gripping her with my hands, wanting her to take my gentle assault. She moans my name, tugs my hair tighter, and I bite her harder, needing to remind her who’s really in charge here. She cries out, lifting her hips, my cock brushing against her belly, and I can tell she’s close to losing it.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” she chants and I lift my head, studying her. She’s so beautiful, her cheeks tinged pink, her eyes closed, her lips falling open. “Please, Max, please.”
Realization hits and I feel like the world’s biggest asshole. “Lily.” Her eyes snap open when I say her name and she studies me, her gaze cloudy, her delicate brows lowered. “Do you have condoms? In your purse or …”
She snaps her eyes shut on a grimace. “No,” she wails, sounding positively in pain. “Oh my God, no. Tell me you have one in your wallet.”
“I don’t.” I don’t usually pack condoms in my wallet. Safety first and all that shit, but hell, carrying them around makes me feel like I’m on the make, like I expect to get laid. “But I’m clean.”
Those eyes open again, full of confusion and hope. “So am I,” she admits softly. “I’m on the pill, too, so …”
“I’ve never been with another woman without a condom,” I tell her, because it’s the damn truth.
“I’ve never been with another man without a condom, either.” A shuddery breath escapes her and I swear I see the shimmer of tears in her eyes. “I’ve been with a lot of men, Max. Not as many as the media likes to portray, but I’m no saint.”
I hate thinking of her being with any man, but I’m not an idiot. I can’t expect her to live the life of a saint while waiting for me, for Christ’s sake. That’s completely unbelievable and wrong of me to even consider. Those men aren’t important, though. The only one who matters in her life now is … me. “I’m not a saint either, baby. You know this.”
“I just don’t want you to … judge me. Or think I’m a slut.” She presses her lips together and squeezes her eyes shut, but I see the tears clinging to her thick lashes.
“You’re a woman.” I press my mouth to her forehead in a tender kiss, wishing I could reassure her, make her feel better. Her tears tug at my heart, pierce my made-of-steel soul, and I kiss her temple, her cheek, kiss away the few tears that escaped. “You’ve done things, lived your life. I can’t expect anything less.”
She parts her lips, ready to say something else, but I kiss her, silencing her. I tangle my tongue with hers, drink from her mouth slowly, earning a low, sexy moan that comes from deep in her chest. Christ, I can’t get enough. My cock is insistent, ready to take her, fuck her hard until we’re both screaming with our release. I’m desperate to take my time, treat her right, give her body all the attention and love it deserves, but I can’t.
I won’t last long, I want her so bad. And I’ll probably be a disappointment to her after the long wait, but the thought of being inside her without a condom … so I can feel everything, every clench and release and burn … oh yeah. I’m ready to move this to the next step.
“I want to fuck you bare,” I tell her, thrusting my hips against hers, nice and slow. “I want to feel it when you come on my cock.”
“Yes.” She closes her eyes and arches her neck, her breasts brushing my chest. The girl is on fire for me and I’m eager to quench her need. “Please.”
“You want this?” I lift up so I’m on my knees, straddling her hips, and I take my cock in hand, giving it a stroke. Then another.
She opens her eyes to stare at me, her gaze dropping to where I’m touching myself. “Tease me with it,” she demands, her voice low and sexy as fuck.
I do as she asks, dragging the head of my cock in her drenched folds, back and forth across her clit, driving her wild. Her long, agonized moans only fuel me further and I continue my torment, circling her clit, teasing her flexing entrance, sliding my cock in, just the tip. Driving myself fucking crazy with wanting her. I’m not going to last much longer if I keep this up.
“More,” she demands, keening when I slip back inside her. “Please, Max. I’m begging you.”
I love it that I’ve made her beg. She needs me. Can’t get enough of me. And that’s exactly what I wanted, what I needed. To see her complete and total submission, but there’s one more thing I want from her.
“Lily.” I reach out, touch her cheek gently with a soft drift of my fingers. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You. Only you.”
“Is this my pussy?” I tease her again, slipping inside her one inch at a time, then withdrawing just as slowly, the pace torturous both to her and to me.
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my hips, anchoring herself and sending me farther. “Is this my cock?” She reaches for my dick, her fingers skimming my length, teasing at her pussy and making me shiver.
“Fuck yes, baby. All yours. Just like you’re all mine,” I tell her just before I sink deep, all the way inside her body until my balls brush against her ass and it feels like I’m touching the very deepest part of her.
I fuck her mindlessly, my sole focus on giving her the desperately needed orgasm she’s craved since we ended up in my bedroom. She claws at my back, her legs clamped tight around my hips, her mouth hanging open and pressing against my neck. I feel her hot breath, her damp lips, her tongue and teeth sinking into my skin. She’s as caught up as I am, lost to the sensation of our connected bodies, my cock sinking into her depths, striving toward my orgasm and hers.
Reaching between us, I stroke her clit, circling it, and she gasps, the clench of her pussy at my touch making my vision go hazy. I don’t want to come. Not yet. I need to make sure she comes first. My girl is desperate to get off and I don’t want to disappoint.
“Max.” She whispers my name against my neck, sending shivers all over my skin. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, baby,” I tell her as I increase my pace. She’s so wet it’s easy to sink deep and I pump inside her with long, even strokes. Heat rushes over me, making me falter, and my mind goes blank. I’m close. So damn close and I shut my eyes tight, my hips pumping, my cock full of come and ready to explode …
“Can I …” A strangled sob escapes her when I press my thumb against her clit. “Can I come, Max? Will you let me?”
I go completely still, lifting my torso away from her so I can stare down at her face. She’s asking for permission. Hell, I forgot I told her she couldn’t come unless I said so.
She drags her eyes open and she looks so damn beautiful my heart cracks. Her mouth is puffy from my kisses. Her lids are heavy, her cheeks flushed, her hair a wild tangle about her head. Her skin is covered with the lightest sheen of sweat and she looks completely undone. Nothing like the woman I saw in Maui, not even close to the woman I saw in the numerous photos on the internet. And nothing like the quiet, angry woman I’ve been with the last few days.
Right now, like this, she looks like mine. Like she belongs to me and no one else. That she’s asking me for permission tears me up inside. Makes me feel like a fucking king.
I gentle my touch on her swollen clit, flicking it this way and that, toying with it, toying with her. Her inner walls clutch me tight, strangling my dick, and I exhale loudly through my nose, my gaze meeting hers as I continue to touch her. “I want to feel you come around my cock,” I murmur, studying her, wanting to see her reaction.
She lifts her hips, her gaze never straying from mine. “I need permission first.”
“I’m giving it to you.” I start to move, slipping my cock inside her, still teasing her clit. “Come for me, Lily. Let me feel you. Let me see you.”
Her breath catches and she starts to close her eyes but I pinch her clit hard, making her gasp. Those eyes fly open wide, frustration swimming in their depths, and I ease my fingers away from her clit. Remove my hand completely. “Grind yourself on my cock, baby,” I command as I haul her in close, our connected bodies brushing against each other. “Fuck me as hard as I’m going to fuck you.”
She rubs against me unashamedly, using my body for her pleasure, and I let her. Hell, I revel in her. Her head is tossed back though she still watches me and I don’t look away. I know she’s close, I can feel her entire body start to tremble, can recognize the signs that her orgasm is imminent. Her breaths come in short, hitching gasps and I urge her on with filthy words, wanting to see her fall apart, wanting to witness this moment.
“Max …” She drags my name out, her eyes still on mine, and then her body is consumed with shudders, her hips jerking against mine. Her pussy milks my cock as her orgasm sweeps over her. I cup her cheek, bring her mouth to mine and kiss her, our eyes staying open as we stare at each other. Her orgasm goes on and on as she shivers and shakes, cries out incoherent sounds. Her pussy is so fucking wet as she comes on my cock and when she whispers my name again, that’s it. That’s all it takes.
I push her into the mattress and fuck her like a savage. I’m grunting with every shove into her pussy. Again and again and again. I fuck and fuck and fuck until I’m shouting, my come blasting inside her body, filling her up, dribbling out, coating her pussy, and she clings to me. Never lets me go. Never tries once to break free.
Proving once and for all that she’s mine. We belong together.
And now that I’ve found her again, I’m never going to let her go.
“I GUESS THAT WASN’T anything close to what you consider making love, huh,” I say casually, though inside I’m worried how she might answer. She’s lying in my arms, her head tucked between my neck and my shoulder, her hair tickling the side of my face.
I’m exhausted from the day, from the explosive sex Lily and I just shared. Remembering how she asked me to make love to her and instead, I fucked her like a beast and commanded her to do whatever I said.
How can she even stand me?
“It was perfect,” she murmurs as she drifts her fingers across my chest. “You gave me what I needed versus what I thought I wanted.”
Relief filters through me, strong enough to relax muscles I didn’t realize I was holding so stiffly. “And what was that?”
“You.” She lifts up, resting her hand on my chest so she can look me directly in the eyes. “I like the way you take complete control over me. I never … I never believed I could be into anything like that but with you, it’s all I want.”
I’m quiet for a moment as I absorb her words. “I feel like you were made for me, Lily. That we were made for each other.”
She smiles. “I feel the same way.”
I cup the back of her head and bring her down so I can kiss her. “I don’t want you to ever leave my side.”
“You’ll eventually have to go to work, Max,” she teases.
“Mmm, princess, I’ll just bring you with me.” I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers, making her moan. “That’s a damn good idea, you know,” I say when she breaks away from me first.
“What do you mean?” She moves away from me, but not too far since my hand is still curved around her head. “I can’t go to work with you.”
“Why not? Levi and I have been talking about going into partnership together but neither of us has made the move. We can put together a more detailed tech side to the business and you can be a part of it.” I’m tense, waiting for her answer after finally getting up the nerve to ask her. Why would she ever need to work? She has all the money in the world. She doesn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of her life and she’d be fine. More than fine.
She actually blushes and shakes her head. “I’m not good enough. Your friend will probably think I’m some amateur playing at computers.”
“You’re good enough.” I tighten my fingers in her hair and give her head a little shake. “Don’t ever say that you’re not. When Levi infiltrated your computer, he was impressed with your skills.”
“He was?” she asks breathlessly.
“Yeah. And I think you being an eventual partner in my business could benefit all of us.” I bring her head down to mine once more, kissing her hard. “Plus, that means you’ll never leave my side.”
Her smile is slow. Tentative. “Do you mean it?”
“I fucking mean it with my whole heart, Lily.” I made sure and said her name so she’d get just how serious I am.
“You want me to work for you.”
“With me,” I correct.
“And be a part of your tech team, where you’ll pay me for the skills I learned by doing … illegal things,” she continues.
I laugh. “Yeah. How do you think Levi got his start?”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Of course. Most expert hackers start out doing things they’re not supposed to. That’s how they became expert hackers.” I kiss her again because I can’t stop myself. I’m addicted to her lips. I’m addicted to everything about her. “Say yes, baby girl. Be my partner in everything. Please.”
She smiles and drops another soft, lingering kiss on my mouth before whispering, “Yes.”