Page 37 of Surviving the Break
We reached the bedroom and began ripping at each other's clothes, stumbling to the bed.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week,” he said.
“Me too. Ever since that night at my place, my hand hasn’t been enough,” I confessed in between kisses.
We fell onto the bed naked, rolling around, pinning each other, biting and licking frantically. Dizzy from lust. I slammed him on his back. “Fuck, Max. You’re so damn sexy.” I ran my hands down his flat stomach, dipping my finger into his navel, then making my way through his trimmed pubic hair to his thick muscled thighs. Couldn’t decide what to do with him first. I nipped lightly at his groin area while rolling his testicles between my fingers. “I’m obsessed with your ass.” I spread a cheek with one hand and swiped my flattened tongue all the way through.
“Yessssssss….” Max cried.
Before I could settle in good, he tugged me up the bed and switched our positions. His eyes were on fire. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to warn me before you come because I want to catch it all in my ass. Do you hear me?” he asked.
“Fuck yes.” This round would be quick and dirty; we’d both been waiting too long. Max got the lube and made quick work of opening me up before applying a healthy amount to his intimidating cock. I poured some on my fingers. I hooked my legs around his waist, and he slid into me, stopping halfway to confirm I was okay. “Fuck me already,” I growled. That was all he needed.
My back arched off the bed as he struck my prostate on the first stroke. “God, fuck me with that fat cock.”
“You like that?” he asked, hitching my legs higher so he could sink deeper.
“Love it,” I punched out. He pistoned into me without repent, and when I reached around to open him up, he moved harder and faster.
“More!” he yelled.
I gave him another finger. My cock bobbed painfully, but I was too focused on the killing my ass was taking and the way his ass sucked on my fingers to do anything about it.
“More, Ash. Give me...another one.” Sweat ran down his face and chest as he worked, grunted, and thrust harder. I inched closer and closer to the headboard with every jab of his cock.
Four fingers deep now. Max simultaneously fucking into me and backing up onto my hand took me to the edge. “Uggghhhh,” I grunted, when a particular strike of his dick sent sparks flying from my opening straight up my cock, sending a wet trail of rolling down it. My hips moved as fast as his. I grabbed his hair. Administering just the right amount of pain he liked. “You fuck my tight ass so good, baby. I’m going to fill you up until you leak. I’m gonna shoot into your gut. You want that, Max?”
“More than anything,” he whimpered.
We were so out of control, our kisses no longer hit the mark. He pinned me by the throat to keep me in place as he fucked me. I jackhammered into his rear with my slicked fingers. The bed moved, and the pictures on the wall rattled from the force of our fucking. Max fucked me up against the headboard. My cock looked dark and mean. “I’m almost...there, Max. Now, right now,” I shouted. Max pulled out, straddling my hips quickly; he lined my cock up with his pucker and came crashing down. I came instantly. “Oh...God,” I moaned. His thighs were tense, gripping my sides, and he remained flush against me, ass clenched tight like he didn’t want me leaking out. My hold on his waist was punishing as I squirted thick, salty ropes of semen straight into his channel.
“Ahhhh...ahhhhh,” Max breathed. Eyes closed, head thrown back, jacking himself at a furious pace.
As my orgasm ebbed, he shot his load all over my nipples, neck, and face. Max dropped down to my chest, licking me clean. Lapping at my mouth like a gentle wave. “Roll over, baby,” I said, tapping him on his side, needing my mouth between his ass. I planned to be the death of him.
15
MAX
Ash and I lay tangled in one another, enjoying our after-sex wind down. I sprawled on top of him, my chin resting on my hands, folded across his chest. “What you did tonight for all those women truly amazed me, Ash. If not for you, many of them might have gone to bed hungry.”
“I need to do more,” he sighed. “We need to come up with an answer for post-pregnancy housing. So far, we’ve been lucky. All the girls that have come through our center have found some place to go before they deliver.” My mind went to Camilla, but she’d gotten on her feet after landing a job. “That won’t always be the case.” He kneaded my shoulders.
“There has to be other programs that offer low-to no-income opportunities.”
“Yeah. But the waiting lists are as long as skyscrapers, and they don’t primarily cater to mothers with newborns.”
“Getting the property should be easy enough. I can help with that and any build-outs needed. Being able to sustain the property once it’s running will be the problem. Let me speak to my uncle—The Center’s founder—and see what other grants and vouchers may be available that you aren’t aware of.” I traced his mouth, and he nibbled my finger.
“Thank you,” he whispered before tilting his head. “What went through your mind the first time you saw me?”
“What an arrogant prick.” We laughed. Ash was cocksure even in his silence.
“Tell me more about your mother,” I said, and his eyes lit up.
“She’s selfless, and she loves children. A nurturer and caretaker.” His tone was sentimental. “A fountain overflowing with love, and her supply never depletes. She gives it away in abundance.” He gained a faraway look. “My father walked out on her when he found out about the pregnancy. Then resurfaced, sporadically, during my adolescent years, only to vanish soon after. Having to take care of me on her own never made her bitter. Always grateful to have me no matter the circumstances.”
You’d never know that Ash had ever seen a moment of heartbreak or struggle in his life. He opted to see the silver lining and to be open to every and anything. I said the first thought that sprang to mind. “I’d like to meet her.” Immediately, my heart shriveled behind my breastbone. Would I be meeting her as a friend or as theboyfriend? Were we the latter? We’d gone from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. From me pushing him away to me not wanting to be away from him.
