Page 78 of In The Dark
“Lean back a little, baby,” I whisper, and she does. “And spread those legs as wide as you can. Like you’re showing off your pussy to the world. It’s such a good pussy, too. Pink. Wet.” I increase my pace, nodding when she lets out a loud cry. “That’s the spot, isn’t it? That’s so good, Max. Don’t think about it. Just enjoy it.”
“Your fingers are so big. I always feel so full, even when you’re not fucking me.” Her legs open wider, and she whimpers. “My clit. I need you to touch my?—”
“I’ve got you.” I press on her clit with my thumb. She reacts instantly, her body jolting awake as her hips buck off the bed. “Fuck. So responsive. Stay still, Max. I promise I’m going to give it to you.”
“I need more,” she begs. “I can take more. I want to come. Ineedto come.”
“Loop your arms around my neck. That’s perfect.”
I know she’s looking forward to what happens in the woods, but I want to make sure she enjoys this too. Her pleasure is the most important thing in the world to me, and I could spend the rest of my night here touching her like this.
The squirting would be an added bonus, not something I need, but I’m still going to try.
I fall into a rhythm, listening to every sound she makes. Max sighs. She moans. She trembles, her fingers digging into my hair.
“Wait. Hunter. Stop. Please. It feels?—”
“That’s normal, I promise.”
“I’m going to?—”
“You’re not. It’s different.” I pull my fingers out of her and circling her clit with quick strokes. I glance up at the mirror in front of us, the one on my dresser, watching as her limbs convulse. She gasps and writhes, unable to sit still. “That’s it.Fuck, Max. You’re doing it, baby.”
She sobs, giving in as she drenches the sheets. My cock throbs at the sight of her release, the wet spot under her thighs and the way she stares between her legs, mouth open.
I keep my fingers against her clit, the pressure rough and fast. She tries to break out of my hold but I don’t let her, giving her another orgasm that makes her collapse against me in a rush of another round of her ejaculation.
“Book. Book,” she cries out, and I stop immediately. I pull my hands away from her and move off the bed, kneeling in front of her. “No.No. Come back.”
“I’m here. I’m right here.” I take off the mask and kiss her knee. “I didn’t go anywhere, angel.”
“I need a second.” Max lies on her back, trying to control her breathing. I rub her foot, trying to help her decompress, when she lets out a giggle. “What the hell happened to me? That was…intenseis putting it lightly. JesusChrist.”
“Don’t bring him into this. He’d be appalled.” I smile and sit up on my knees, leaning over her. “Hi, angel.”
“I… I made a mess. I thought I was peeing and?—”
“I can’t speak from experience myself, but apparently that’s how it’s supposed to be. Did you like it?”
“I don’t know? I didn’t like feeling like I was about to piss on your bed but I didn’t hate it? It’s not something I want you to doto me every time we’re together, but I wouldn’t mind every now and then.” She sits up on her elbows. “Didyoulike it?”
“Yeah. I swear I almost came in my pants watching you make a mess on my bed. It was unbelievably hot.”
“Oh my god.” Max covers her face, and I laugh. “I made such a mess.”
“Stop being embarrassed. That’s what the washing machine is for. You remember I have no problem doing laundry, right?” I take her hand in mine, running my fingers over her knuckles. “Do you want to call it a night?”
“No.” Her eyes meet mine. “I told you I wanted you to chase me, Hunter. I still do.”
“Catch your breath, then I’ll let you loose so I can try and catch you.” I grin. “We’re just getting started, angel.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
MAX
An hour and a snack later,Hunter leads me to the back porch. There are no lights on out here, and trying to see into the distance is difficult. I’m glad I wore sneakers to the bar tonight, because imagining trying to traverse over limbs and stumps in heels is a recipe for disaster.
“Any rules you want to play by, Max?” Hunter asks, kissing my neck. He ditched his mask back in his room, and he looks casual in his loose-fitting jeans and plain white shirt. “What’s off-limits?”
