"Max!"
"Move your hands and look me in the eye when you tell me all my hot-for-my-high-school-tutor fantasies were real."
She moves her hands, but instead of admitting it, she kisses me. Her soft lips move over mine, teasing and testing. When she pushes her hands into my hair, I wedge my arm between her and the couch, rolling us so she’s on top of me.
Sadie runs her tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I open willingly. We’re frantic, tongues dancing over each other, desperate for more. My hands drift down her back, grabbing her ass hard as she grinds her hips into me. When I run my fingers under her tank top, her breath hitches briefly, but she bites my bottom lip before soothing it with tiny flicks.
Sliding my hand up further, my fingers wrap around her rib cage, and my thumb grazes her peaked nipple. A small moan releases from her throat, and I buck my hips up. It all feels so good, so right that it’s almost too perfect.
Pressing tiny kisses down her neck, I glance up at her. She’s a mess, in a good way—her hair is wild from air drying, lips swollen from being thoroughly kissed.
"Can I?" I tug on the hem of her tank top, and she quickly nods. With both hands, I slide it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Running my fingers along the edges of her triangle bikini top, I lean forward, pressing my lips to the salty skin directly over her heart.
"More, Max," she demands as she reaches behind her head and unties the string.
The triangles fall to her stomach, revealing her handful-size breasts, with tight pink nipples that are begging for me.
"Fuck, Sade. You’re stunning."
I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling her back to me for a searing kiss. After only a moment, I release her lips, sliding my tongue down her neck until I’m sucking one of the tight buds between my lips. Sadie’s breaths are heavy, slow puffs of air interspersed with sounds of approval as I spend equal time on both nipples.
She’s grinding into my cock, riding me like there aren’t several layers of fabric between us. It’s too much to take—the sight of her, how perfect she is with those breathy little moans. I don’t want to stop. I need to see her like this—falling apart in my hands.
"Sade, I have to—"
"Don’t you dare stop, Max." Her eyes dart to mine, they’re glassy, dazed.
Following her lead, I continue my assault on her chest, biting lightly then blowing gentle puffs of air on the marks I’m making. Sadie’s legs start to shake, but she doesn’t stop rolling her hips. Her mouth pops open, jaw going slack like she’s seconds from ripping apart at the seams. She’s enchanting, divine, like nothing I’ve ever seen—and as much as I’ve tried to hold out, I fall into oblivion—her name on my lips.
"Max, did you just?" Sadie stiffens as her eyes widen, and her lips tip into a grin. "You know?"
I run a hand down my face. "Sure did. And I’m not even a little bit ashamed about it."
Sadie snorts before leaning in to kiss my forehead. "Looks like you owe me one."
twenty-one
Sadie
The Mirror of Truth
Max literally came in his pants last night, and it was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. To have someone so into you, so in the moment that they simply can’t hold back—I’m riding a high I might never get over.
And it’s strange because for the entire afternoon I didn’t stress about work. Not once did I wonder if Levi had returned the youth coaches’ emails, or if he’d gotten suckered into committing to something for Cooper’s team that’ll be hard to pull off.
I woke up feeling a little mixed up, like my insides were revolting but happy at the same time. It’s not guilt, just a mild buzzing that’s made its way under my skin—a trepidation stemming from dipping my toe over the line.
Max
Hey, so I may have given Ollie your number.
Thanks?
Max
No, it's a good thing. But could we maybe keep what happened last night out of the conversation?
A burst of laughter rolls through me as my phone pings with a new notification. If he doesn’t know that I’m not an over-sharer by now, I’m not sure he ever will.