Page 51 of Hate To Want You
My eyes fly open at the exact second that he plunges two fingers into my greedy pussy.
“Christ, you are perfection. Can you feel your body squeezing me tightly? Fuck, I wish it was my dick in there.”
He doesn’t stop mumbling dirty things in my ear, and I am loving every second.
“Oh God, Max, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, and he doubles down on the flicks of his fingers until I start to tighten and clench around him, one hand gripping his arm and the other the door handle, so tightly my knuckles are white.
“Yes, baby. Yes,” he croons, kissing me softly as I come down from my release. I slowly blink my eyes at him as he pulls his fingers out, lifting them to his mouth, and staring at me as he licks them clean. Good Lord, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. “You’re so fucking delicious.”
I trail my hand over his legs, brushing the bulge straining against his shorts. “You seem tense, Max. I feel bad that I’m so relaxed, and you’re so…hard.”
He groans, his hand returning to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly. The slight bite of pain is delicious.
“Are you offering to help me?”
I nod eagerly as he opens his jeans and pulls out his cock, stroking it a couple of times.
“This won’t take long.” His words hold a delicious warning. “Watching you come always gets me halfway there.”
“Well, I better finish you.”
I drop my head down and take him in my mouth in one smooth motion until the tip hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking Christ!”
His hoarse curse motivates me. I waste no time, bobbing up and down on his cock, swirling my tongue under the mushroom head before sucking him in deeply once again.
“Good God woman, I’m gonna explode like a fucking rocket if you do that again.”
I look up at him and wink, then do it again. I swirl and suck in a repetitive motion until his hips jerk underneath me and I feel the warm jets of his come hitting my throat. I manage to swallow it down, squeezing every last drop out of him before releasing him with a pop.
“I’m not the only one who’s delicious,” I whisper, winking at his hooded expression. I tuck him into his pants, then lift my thumb to the corner of my mouth and wipe away a drop of his release before sliding my thumb into my mouth and licking it off.
“Christ. You are the perfect blend of filthy and sweet, aren’t you?”
“Only with you.”
I can see his mind wrapping around that confession, taking it in fully and acknowledging just how big of a deal it is. I am me when I’m with him. Fully, completely, me.
Hours later, after hunting for sea glass on the beach and enjoying a picnic lunch from Camille’s café, we pull up in front of Max’s childhood home, and he shuts off the car.
“Here we go. Time to experience the full force of Donnelly chaos.”
“You’re not doing a great job of settling my nerves, Max,” I mutter, eyeing the innocent-looking house.
“You have nothing to worry about. You’ve already met my siblings, and they love you. And my mom will be thrilled to see I’m happy and in a relationship.”
I twist my hands together in my lap. “Doesn’t this feel a little fast? We’ve only been dating a short while and I’m already meeting your family. Are you sure you want to do this?”
Max covers my hands with one of his, then tips my chin up with the other. “I am very sure. I don’t need more time to know you’re important to me, Heidi. But I would never want to push you into something you aren’t ready for. So just say the word and we’ll leave. You’re in control, sweetheart.”
Those three words, that acknowledgment of my feelings, and the support I feel flooding from him is all I need.
“I’m nervous, but I’m excited. Let’s do this.”
His wide grin tells me just how happy he is. Max climbs out of the car and jogs around the front to open my door. He helps me out, but instead of just taking my hand and leading me to the house, he pulls me in close, tucking my head under his chin.
“I mean it, Heidi. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say the word, and we can go.”
