Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned #3)(64)
Author: Belle Aurora

I was soaked. As in, soaked. My panties were officially a write-off. He gently bit my nipple then laved it with his tongue, knowing the perfect amount of pain to inflict to make it feel good. I was beginning to feel spoiled. With his arms around me, he pulled me deeper into his mouth as he sucked and bit and licked me. The pressure was starting to build. I didn’t want it to end so quickly. Leaning back slightly, I cupped his cheeks, bringing his face back to mine for a deep, tender kisses, and he took them like a starving man needing those kisses to survive.

My cheeks flushed pink and my body burning up, I needed more.

Sliding off his lap, I stood in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the elastic of my panties. He got the hint. He got it real quick. His fingers gripped the hem of the small panties and tugged them down my legs.

I was naked. And I loved it. I felt powerful. And that was rare. The way Max looked at me made me feel sexy. The man had no poker face. He liked what he saw. His twitching erection also liked what it saw. It was his turn to stand and he stood tall. His olive skin looked good enough to lick, so I did.

Leaning forward, my lips hovered at his nipple a split second before I placed my lips around it, biting it gently. His stomach jerked and a low growl sounded in his throat. I wanted to show him what he had done for me. Clearly, I had.

I rested my fingertips on the elastic of his boxers. This was it. This was where it got serious. I mentally prepared myself. I was ready for it. Hooking my fingers through the elastic, I slid the silky boxers down, slowly. As the material passed his hips, his erection sprang free and my lips parted. I wanted it in my mouth again, but there would be no time today. I needed Max, and I needed all of him.

He gently laid me down in the center of my bed and covered my naked body with his, warming me. My hands roamed his body as his lips searched mine. He was such a contrast to me. I was soft. He was hard, everywhere. I was pale. He was bronzed.

As his hand trailed the length of my leg, he grasped behind my knee, lifting my leg up onto his hip. Gently nudging my other leg, I spread enough for him to fit in the space between them. He lowered himself onto me a second time, but this time, it felt different. His hot, hard length rested between my wet folds and it was incredible.

He peered down into my face, shallowly thrusting against my wet flesh. He knew what he was doing, and I was grateful for it. I would not be faking an orgasm today! Yay, me!

Lowering his face to mine, he bit my bottom lip gently, then muttered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

My nipples hardened against his chest, and I know he felt it, because he pressed his chest firmer to mine with a content sigh. Reaching down, he fisted himself. He brought the hot tip of his cock to my wet entrance and gently worked my arousal onto him. He didn’t thrust like a mad man. He pushed the head of his thick length into me, precise and controlled.

A gasp tore from my throat. I frantically reached up to grip his shoulders as my eyelids fluttered closed. Panting, I begged, “More.”

Max had a hard time holding onto control. The muscles in his arms and stomach jumped and jutted about as he let out a strained, “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

He pushed further into me, an inch at a time, and it was equal amounts pleasure and pain. But I felt his worry as his body stiffened over me. “Am I hurting you?”

The truth was it did hurt a little, but I knew it would pass. I didn’t want him to stop, so I said the only thing I could to fuel him on. “Oh God, it hurts so good. More. Don’t stop.”

A light thrust pushed him past the halfway point and I moaned out loud at the delicious friction. He worked himself in further with shallow thrusts until I was almost completely impaled. “I’m gonna stop there. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

Lifting my eyes to his, I glared at him. “I want it all.”

He smiled softly down at me. “Next time, baby. You haven’t been touched for a long time, and I—”

Gripping his shoulders tight, I lifted my hips then thrust downward, his entire length spearing me. We moaned and groaned in unison. My heart raced. My breathing hollowed. He felt amazing. And he was inside of me. All of him. Breathless, I looked up, his golden eyes hooded and intense. I breathed, “Fuck me.”

And he did. He started thrusting, and a delicious throbbing started in my core. I thought I’d faint dead away from the intense pleasure of it. Max thrust harder, the sounds of our flesh connecting echoing throughout the room. I lifted my face and he met me halfway, taking my lips in deep, wet kisses reserved for the type of passionate sex we were having.

He gripped my hips, pulling me up into his thrusts, and the world around me faded away. My eyes closed for a single second before an unexpected orgasm shook me. My eyes shot open as my body went numb with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Gasping, my lips parted. A low guttural moan was torn from me. My core contracted, hard, and I began to pulse around him.

I watched Max bite the inside of his cheek, his jaw ticking as his thrusts turned animalistic. He pounded into me, as if unable to stop himself. Basking in the delicious glow of my orgasm, I lifted myself up onto my elbows and kissed his mouth, my tongue trailing his bottom lip.

He growled, face pained, and I knew he was close. Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against him as he thrust into me. His arms tightened around my back, pulling me impossibly close. Panting into his ear, I whispered a hoarse, “You feel so good inside me.”

His body shuddered violently. He stilled, tipped his head back, and roared, pulling out a split second before he spilled warm come onto my stomach.

No condom. Shit.

I’m sure we’d discuss our carelessness later on, but right now, we were both semi-comatose. Eyes closed, his chest heaved as if he’d run a marathon. Sounding tired, he mumbled, “So good. So fucking good.” His sleepy eyes opened to peer down at me. “You’re incredible. And on a completely unrelated note, I think I love you.”

I chuckled. “You can’t declare love during sex.” Grinning up at him, I added, “Those are the rules.”

He laughed long and rough. With his cock resting on my pubic bone, he lifted his hand, palm up. I lifted my own hand and we high-fived, both laughing at the ridiculousness of it. Sighing serenely, he stood and walked out of my room. I admired his taut butt for only a moment before he came back with tissue. Then I admired his front. He wiped me down with a gentle hand before throwing the tissue into my bedside trashcan and climbing into my bed, molding himself to my back.