Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned 3)

Shame long out the window, I cry out, “Pull my hair.” Never stopping his violent pace, he reaches up and wraps his fingers into my hair, pulling lightly. But it’s not enough. When I wheeze out, “Harder,” his grip and pace turn cruel.

He hisses out, “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

More painful than expected, I moan loudly as my core contracts suddenly. The pressure builds higher and higher. My core squeezes tighter and tighter. Sweat streams down my forehead and neck as I grit my teeth expectantly, waiting for the impact of the delicious torture I’m being assaulted with.

My body goes numb with perfect warmth as the stars behind my eyes explode, shattering into a million pieces like a mosaic of multicolored glass. Beautiful and painful at the same time. I come around him, moaning, milking him with every pull, and he growls, “Right behind ya, babe.”

His thrusts turn erratic, uncontrollable, and in the state of bliss I’m in, I squeeze him internally, wanting his release. Releasing my hair, he grips my hips and drives into me balls deep once more before his fingers dig into me. A low, guttural sound is forced out of his throat as his cock explodes inside of me, jerking. As he comes down from his high, he slowly pulls out then pushes back in. He does this a number of times and our combined arousal runs down my thighs.

No condom.

At my uncharacteristically calm thought, he states, “Didn’t use a condom.”

I nod, turning back to him, looking over my shoulder, his cock still inside me. “I’m on birth control. I have an implant in my arm. And I’m clean.”

His eyes soften. “Get tested every year at my physical. I’m good.”

I smile a small smile. “Well, all right then.”

Pulling out, he turns me, pressing me back into the counter, his hard, naked body on mine. “Never fucked like that before.”

My smile turns shy. “Me either.”

Max leans down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Never wanted to before you.” He pulls back, placing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “I wasn’t lying, Lena. You drive me crazy.”

I swallow hard. “Crazy can be good.”

His eyes dance. “With you, anything’s good.”

He’s killing me. I must save myself from the sweet! Slipping out from under his arm, I rush toward the shower. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!”

He chuckles behind me and I start the shower, wondering what it would take for Max to love me like I do him.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Helena

Max and I woke early, cuddling and exchanging sweet kisses before we had to pick up Ceecee from Tina’s, where Mama Leokov had been watching all the children the night before. Time kept creeping up on us, but we didn’t care. We’d both showered the night before, and thanks to Max’s overnight bag, he’d packed everything he needed, from clothes, an electric shaver and hair wax, to deodorant and cologne.

If you asked me if I had dug into that bag when he wasn’t there just to smell his cologne, I would tell you to mind you own freaking business…but I wouldn’t deny it. In fact, the second pillow on my bed smelled an awful lot like that cologne. Funny, as I use that pillow as my snuggle pillow.

When it came time to go, I slid on navy sweats, a white tank, a black zip-up sports jacket, and slipped on my sneakers, putting my hair up in a high ponytail, and not a stitch of makeup. Max walked out of the bathroom and I almost died.

By God, he is magnificent.

He strolled out of my bathroom wearing black sweats, white Chucks, and nothing else. I eyed the lean, hard ridges of his stomach, my mouth parting in appreciation. When a tight black tee covered those ridges, I felt myself pout. Max strolled over to me, stopping only an inch away. He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and lifted my face to his. He pressed a firm, meaningful kiss on my pouting lips before pulling away, his golden eyes searching mine. “You keep looking at me like that and we’ll never get going.”

I breathed, “Right,” but my eyes went to his lips.

He stepped away and groaned, “Lena! Fuck. Now look at what you’ve done.” He grasped his growing erection and I laughed softly, covering my blush with my hand. He glared at me. “Yeah. Laugh it up. I’m gonna scare the fuckin’ kids with this shit! So, stop.”

But I couldn’t. I walked over to him and pressed myself into his body, smiling up at him. Placing a hand on his chest, I teased, “You get moody when you’re horny.”

His muttered response was fuel for my ego. “Never been this horny before in my life, not even when I was a teenager.” He reached back to the counter for his black NY baseball cap, placed it on his head, and then glowered down at me. “You got pussy voodoo or some shit, I swear.”

He took my hand and led me to the door, grabbing a hoodie on the way. “Let’s go, cupcake.” He paused at the door, looking back at me with that familiar tender gleam in his eyes. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

Ugh. Swoon.