Page 53 of Headstrong Like Us
I stop moving and look between him and the door.
At least it’s locked and won’t break open like in Scotland. Where Jane walked in on us. Personally, shit happens. I’d usually let that roll off my shoulders.
But Maximoff is private about his sex life, and to have someoneseehim and me in the act bothered him a little bit. Not to mention, it was hiscousin.All I could do is be there for him. And I know he didn’t want to make Jane feel worse than she already did.
Right now, he buries his face in the pillow, not prepared for this shit.
I don’t pull out. He has a firm hand clamped on my ribs like,do not.
Yeah, yeah, I’m not going anywhere.
“Farrow? Moffy?” Lily calls, his mom speaking against the door.
Shit.
Maximoff barely blinks out of a sex haze.
I call back, “Everything okay, Lily?”
“Yeah! Some RSVPs came in the mail. I’ll set them by the door!” She sounds unaware of interrupting anything. As fun as it is living with his parents, this is a huge fucking reminder that we need our own place.
“Thanks!”
As her feet drift off, I rub Maximoff’s thigh. “You good?” I whisper.
“Hmm…” His eyes still pinch closed, and I’m wondering if he’s even processed who was on the other side of that door. I don’t mention it, wanting to stay in the moment.
It takes a couple more minutes to work back up. Slowly. Carefully. Our breathing growing heavier with each passing second. I move slightly inside Maximoff, and his muscles constrict in taut bands. More tears slip out of the creases of his eyes, his mouth back open with a guttural moan.
And my eyes are wet with build-up of feeling that just avalanches.This is insane.
“Holy…fuck,Christ,” Maximoff cries deeply.
I shift us so his forearms fall to the mattress. His chest pressed against the Spider-Man comforter. I shove my hips forward, and my two hands grab his hands. I lace our fingers, my chest melded to his back. I flex my ass with each pump.
“Fuck,” I groan, riding a high.
We’re on another level together.
He turns his head, and we kiss as I thrust. Until he growls in a choke, “Harder.”
I ram deeper, hitting his prostate on repeat. He comes so fucking hard, hands-free, that I feel his body tighten and release beneath me.
I erupt. “Fuck.”Fuckfuckfuck.I detangle our hands and grip his waist. I milk an explosive climax, watching my cock slide in and out of his ass.
I hear him groan out into the pillow, “Come on me.”
Maximoff.I smile and press a kiss to his deltoid. “You’re too slow with your command.” I gently ease out. “I came in you already.”
We’re drenched in sweat. I kneel in front of him, one of our hands threaded together, and I locate a towel in the nightstand.
Maximoff grabs it out of my clutch, and he pulls himself up against the headboard. “More like you’re too fast.” He cleans off.
My brows lift. “You came first.”
Maximoff tries to hide a growing smile. He’s very satiated. “Did I?”
“Wow, I really fucked you well—”
