Page 122 of All the Forbidden Things
“Are you saying I’ve got a bristly clit?”
He laughs, and I feel his hot breath slide across my skin. My belly tightens, and I realise I’m very close to coming.
“Your clit isn’t bristly, Bamm, it’s attached to you, and like the rest of you, it’s perfect. Although, I think I should make a closer inspection just to be sure . . . with my teeth and my tongue and my fingers and my cock.”
He moves us away from the door and carries me to the bed before turning and sitting on the edge, leaving me straddling him.
“That’s a very thorough inspection.”
“All part of the service. Lift your top, I need to see your tits before you leave.”
My eyes move towards the door, checking it’s closed.
“The door’s locked, she’s in a wheelchair, Bamm. She can’t get up the stairs, and she definitely can’t get in here.”
“She might not, but her creepy ninja sister has some kind of witchety ninja powers that make her appear out of nowhere.”
My beanie comes off my head as Max pulls my sweatshirt over it before throwing them both to the floor “Fucking sports bra,” he mumbles while pulling it up just enough to expose my tits.
He sucks my right nipple into his mouth while pulling on my left. My back arches and I groan as his teeth drag across my skin. My fingers comb through his hair, my nails scrape against his scalp, and his hips buck into me.
The crackle evolves into an end of the world, cataclysmic explosion that I feel right down to the marrow of my bones. My internal muscles tighten, and my stomach clenches. I feel it everywhere. And he hasn’t even kissed me.
I mumble random words because my brain is swimming in a pool of lust and sensation and can’t organise itself enough to form a sentence.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Max says into my cleavage at that exact moment the alarm for the gate sounds, letting us know someone has entered the code and is approaching the house.
“Fuck,” we complain in unison.
“That’s probably my mum. I should’ve told her to pick up a cake.”
“What?” I ask in confusion, smiling down at him.
I get a soft smile in return. It shines from his eyes, and he shakes his head. “Mum thinks cake solves everything, especially if it’s from Marks & Spencer.”
“She might be on to something there. The problems of the world could be solved with those M&S chocolate covered, marshmallow tea cake things.”
He’s still smiling up at me. I push my fingers through his hair, moving it off his face.
“Stop talking about my mum and cake while your hot little pussy is still pressed against my hard dick.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, but we need to move.”
The smile leaves both our faces as our eyes take each other in.
I’m overwhelmed with the need to tell him I love him because I do. It’s not sudden, it’s not new, it’s just evolved. The love I’ve felt for Max Young most of my life has grown up, and my feelings and emotions have grown up right along with it.
“I’m gonna miss you, Bamm. When I get to Jay’s, you better be ready for me because I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, talk, or see straight.”
“Can’t wait till Ican’tdoanyof those things.”
“I fucking love how fearless you are. No matter what you’re confronted with, you face it head-on.” His eyes brim with so much emotion that I have to swallow my own.
“I’m only fearless when it’s a cock that’s gonna stop me walking, talking, or seeing straight, and only when it’s attached to you.”
That makes him smile and shake his head. He presses his face into my cleavage again before looking back up to meet my eyes. “We’ve got a month of creeping around, then however long a time of bullshit. It’s gonna get toxic, spiteful, and it’ll hurt like fuck. When all of that is happening, let's just remember these past few minutes and how itcanbe when it’s just us, when we’re allowed to beourus.”
