Page 35 of Covet (The Red #3)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Gabby

Listen to Don’t Cha

by The Pussycat Dolls his cruel gaze practically dismissing my depraved surrender. “Yes.”

“If I do, I make the rules.”

Dampness tracked down my thighs. I was so turned on and ready, my body shuddered. “No. I still make the rules. But I promise, this time, we won’t stop.”

I knew Max didn’t really want to be in charge.

He wasn’t like Adam, who craved control.

No, Max was at his best when he was told what to do, just like he’d been used to his whole life.

It was nothing shameful but I wouldn’t be able to explain it to him without him getting defensive.

I’d watched and analyzed all of his actions for months and figured out what he was truly missing.

Why he sought out others to fuck, and ways to blow up his safe, orderly life.

God, we were so alike. He was perfect. If only he could see it.

“Forget it.” He turned to leave.

“Please, Max. I need your thick, hard cock to split me apart; to make me come like only you can.”

I noticed the sweat on his brow and the giant monster in his pants. “But you still want to be in charge?”

“Yes.”

Seconds ticked by. I rolled my hips with invitation, sucking on my index finger, then slowly rubbing it in slow circles around my clit. His jaw clenched. His eyes burnt fire.

And then he moved.

“You’re a bad, dirty whore, Gabby,” he growled, yanking off his shirt and pulling off his pants. “I’m not taking your bullshit tonight. Understood?”

“Yes.”

He was finally naked, fully erect, and angry as a venomous snake. My body wept and melted underneath his glare. “What do you want?” he demanded.

“Lick me, Max. Make me come in your mouth.”

He refused to answer. Just settled between my legs, dipped his head, and ate me out.

My cries were loud and endless as his delicious tongue expertly attacked my pussy, dragging against my puffy labia, sucking on my clit, nibbling just enough to warn me. I threw my head back and forth on the pillow and dug my toes into the mattress. “Yes, yes, more!”

“Greedy slut,” he growled, using his thumbs to part me wide so he had full access. Oh, the torture went on and on, until he was flicking my swollen clit over and over, pushing me close to the edge and then?—

I came hard, exploding into tiny pieces as I ground my pussy against his face.

He never stopped, sucking and flicking and extending my orgasm into endless, shattering moments.

When I finally slumped on the bed, sated, he was kissing my mound, stroking my thighs, praising me for being his good cum slut.

“Condom,” I whispered. “Now.”

He sheathed himself quickly. Stared down at my naked body, damp with sweat, nipples hard, still asking for more. I loved the way he looked at me. I wasn’t on any pedestal for him; I was in the mess, writhing and naked and wet for him.

“Look at me, Max.”

He did. Our gazes locked and I reached up, palming and squeezing his pulsing cock, getting him even harder. “Come inside me real deep. Then don’t move.”

He looked as furious as he was aroused. I knew Max both loved and hated taking my orders.

His cock pushed in, splitting me apart with his girth, and I gasped at the perfect fit of him inside me.

When he was buried to the hilt, every muscle in his body locked tight.

I rocked back and forth, teasing him with my slick swollen cunt, but damned if he didn’t break. Just stayed still like I told him.

“You’re perfect,” I crooned. “My good, filthy boy. I was meant for your cock, wasn’t I? Wasn’t, I?”

“Yes,” he grit out, beads of sweat popping on his forehead. It was excruciating torture to keep still and not move. But I knew patience would pay off for both of us.

I reached up and dug my nails sharply into his shoulders. “Now, fuck me slow. I want to feel every inch of your beautiful cock sliding over me.”

He groaned and began to move. I knew Max wanted to ignore my orders and just bang me wildly, and half of me craved the same thing. But this was bigger than a quick satisfying fuck. I wanted more, and to see how much I could push to make it even better for him.

The sounds of our ragged breath and wet slapping of flesh filled the air.

The perfume of sex drifted to my nostrils.

My entire body thrummed with need, as he pushed me closer to another orgasm, perfectly dragging against my aching clit, pausing for a few seconds, then pushing back in. The rhythm tested us both.

“Gabby, I need more. I need to?—”

“Not yet, baby. Play with my breasts and don’t stop.”

His fingers rubbed and teased; plucked and squeezed my hard nipples until they were rosy red and so sensitive I was ready to come. Watching Max’s face only upped the arousal—his tight focus and strained muscles told me he was close.

“Now, Max. Fuck me hard, as hard as you can, but don’t come until I’m done.”

Immediately, he gave a roar and snapped his hips, thrusting in and out of my pussy with a ferocity and single mindedness that was earth shattering.

I didn’t expect him to obey. No way was he going to be able to control himself after this session, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted my release with a greed I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

He changed angles, pinning me tight to the mattress, and my body shimmered in response as he hit my G-spot. “Right there!” I moaned. “Oh, God!”

He went after me like a man possessed; chanting my name as he violently fucked me until I was screaming, letting go into an almost painful orgasm that went on and on. My body writhed beneath him as I shattered into pieces, savoring every second.

I blinked hazily up at him. And realized he still hadn’t come.

“Permission?” he asked hoarsely.

He’d obeyed. He needed things I could give him; things he’d never admit to another.

In that moment, I fell hard for Max.

“Yes, baby,” I crooned, arching up in offering. “Take what you want and come.”

God, he did. I watched every expression flicker across his carved features. He hammered me and finally let go, jerking wildly as he came, his golden hair like a crown on a filthy king.

It was a while before he slumped on top of me with a groan. I flung my hand over my head as I lay on my back, breathing hard and giving him space. He inched away and collapsed beside me. “Holy shit.”

I laughed. “Ditto.”

He reached for my hand and interwined our fingers. Surprise and pleasure coursed through me. I figured he’d be out of here, half dressed, desperate to put distance between us. Instead, he seemed in no rush to leave. Shadows danced across the wall and we lay in comfortable silence.

“I’ve never done shit like that before,” he said.

I moved to face him. “Not surprised. Most men wouldn’t even allow themselves to go there. I love that you weren’t afraid. That you know what you like.”

He studied me and I wondered what he saw. What caused those flickers of unnamed emotion to gleam from those gorgeous baby blues. “You’re different from anyone I’ve been with.”

“So are you.”

His grin was lopsided. “You’re kinda like a guy. Not big into talking or emotional summaries. You don’t give a shit.”

I grinned back. “Because I don’t. I like what we’re doing here. I want to show you all sorts of things you may like.”

Hunger and need reflected back so I knew he was on the same page. “Landon will tell Elle about us. The rest will know. What do you want to say?”

I traced the line of his sulky mouth and he nipped at my finger. “That we’re exploring? That it’s casual? Whatever you want. Neither of us is ready to slap a label on this or figure out rules. There are no rules.”

He nodded. “I’m good with that.”

“Good. I won’t be hurt if you leave or stay. Let’s be honest with one another and agree we don’t need to bullshit.”

Mischief lit up his face. He grabbed me and placed me on top, my legs spread, his dick already hard again. “I’m not ready to leave and I’m not done with you.”

I rubbed myself against him shamelessly.

“Then be a good boy and do what you’re told.”

He gripped my hair and pulled me in for a rough kiss.

I let him.

And wondered what would happen next.