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“ Max… please— I, I can’t! Please, Max— god!”
“Not quite sweetheart, but I’m glad you can see the similarities between us.” Max smirked, looking down at the writhing body of Grace Chasity.
In a split second, Grace tried to focus her eyes on his before they rolled back and she was sent into her third orgasm of the night.
“That’s it… good girl .” He crooned, not slowing the steady rhythm of his fingers against her, cheeks flushing at the sight of her legs shaking and her erratic breathing and her hair splayed out on the pillow.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this…
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Max Jägerman had been desperately in need of a reality check. He knew that much.
Well, he knew that much before , when he caught the almost manic look in his eye in the reflection of something after making a group of freshman losers scatter like marbles in the hallway. It made him look like someone else… someone he knew.
But something changed when a gaggle of losers made him feel the most appreciated he’d ever felt, and then proceeded to save his life after he almost fell through a rotten floorboard nearly three stories above ground.
When he’d recovered his footing and the six of them had safely left that nasty— probably haunted Waylon place, the others had fixed him with nervous eyes, flitting all over the place like they were trying to find the escape in a lion enclosure.
The lineup in front of him was as followed— Stephanie Lauter, Micr- Peter Spankoffski, Richie Shitlips— fuck— Lipschitz, Phlegmwa- Ruth Fleming, and Grace Chasity.
Suddenly it clicked in his mind just why they looked terrified to stand within any distance of Max Jägerman.
It hadn’t even been two days since he beat the fuck out of Pete in the alley behind Pasqualli’s. His eye was still green and purple. It had been even less time than that since he checked Richie into a row of lockers on his way to class, and even less again since he shouted at Ruth, telling her she’d have better luck fixing her face with a bear trap instead…
So yeah. It was safe to say that Max’s reality check came in the form of a near death experience, and ironically the nerds who saved his life (there was a small part of him that knew they hadn’t planned on this outcome… he opted to ignore it for his own good).
Since that day, nearly a year ago now, he’d been working on being better. Steph— who he’d known for long enough to confide in, more than the others at least, was helping him. She’d suggested he start seeing a therapist to work towards undoing the damage his father had dealt to his emotional psyche and the trauma that accompanied it. She’d also suggested he start joining her and the others for movie nights in her dad’s cushy “mayoral movie room” to get to know the others better and apologize.
It had been a long ten months, and a lot of work, but slowly, Max found himself accomplishing goals he never thought possible.
He graduated high school, for starters. He wasn’t valedictorian by any means— Pete had claimed that title with his freshman year report card alone— but he’d done it.
Even stranger, he found himself regarding Pete, Richie, Ruth, and Grace as… friends. Of course he knew that they still weren’t completely trusting of him, but they could see that he was really trying.
His relationship with Grace in particular was… tense.
In the past, Max had absolutely no problem with letting Grace know how attractive he found her… telling her what he’d like to nail on a cross and all that…
(That one didn’t go over so well)
And in return, Grace had certainly never had an issue with detailing exactly how repulsive she found him and how when he’d finally feel remorse for his actions, it would be while he burned in hell… but there was always something else.
He knew he wasn’t imagining it, the unfamiliar flicker of something in Grace’s eyes when he made a crude comment or smiled the right way, arm gently brushing against her light coloured cable knit sweater. He could tell that she felt it too, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not.
Since graduation, she’d been trying to loosen up a bit. Having actual friends allowed her to let her extreme Christianity to take a backseat to her teenage experience. It didn’t mean she wasn’t religious— she definitely still was, but she stopped organizing mass protests outside the mall, stopped berating Steph and Pete for holding hands before marriage, and even got Richie a gift during Hanukkah.
But since working his way into their odd little friend group, Max had noticed how Grace tried to avoid him now more than ever— she’d tutored him for a few months out of pity when he shamefully admitted he was failing algebra in March, but outside of their study sessions (held in the school library with plenty of witnesses- thank you very much. ) she had essentially refused to meet his eye, never lingering long enough to let the tension sizzle, and only speaking to him when absolutely necessary… it stung more than he thought it could.
Things came to a head one evening in August, when Steph invited him to a “game night-slash-sleepover” at her place with the others. He agreed, despite his worry that he would make things uncomfortable, and Steph assured him that they would all have a good time.
He brought drinks. A peace offering of sorts, as Steph took his overnight bag to one of many guest rooms. They all agreed that a little bit of healthy drinking would make for a nice night— except for Grace who considered leaving until Steph offered her a mug of hot water (“It doesn’t matter if I’m nineteen, Steph. Canadian rules do not apply !”).
They started tame, playing silly high school “icebreaker” games like “would you rather” and “two truths, one lie” and fuck, it was fun. Max found himself at ease around them, and he felt a burst of gratitude when he realized that they all looked relaxed around him .
Once the clock passed midnight and they’d moved into “paranoia” and “never have I ever” territory, they were well and truly tipsy (even Grace was loosening up, despite having no alcohol in her system) and Ruth suggested they play “spin the bottle”.
Leave it to her of course, to enter horny game territory. But nonetheless, they played, spinning an empty beer bottle on the ground and exchanging innocent and tentative kisses (with the exception of Ruth who, finally free of her headgear, tried to makeout with everyone the bottle landed on) (and Steph and Pete who got to let out some much needed passion after a lucky spin).
It seemed like Grace was getting lucky every time. Not once did the bottle land on her. She was sitting tall and smug, glad she didn’t have to “swap spit out of wedlock” or whatever her thoughts may have been.
Then, it was Max’s turn.
He reached forward and grabbed a hold of the beer bottle, still pointing his way (he’d just had to kiss Pete, to both of their chagrin and the laughter of their friends) and gave it a carelessly strong spin.
The room watched with bated breath as the bottle rattled around on the floor, deciding on a victim. It was almost like how Max himself had been once , he thought bitterly. No rhyme or reason, just random selection.
As the bottle slowed to a stop, he looked up to find his chosen partner picking at her short nails on the sofa, not even watching the bottle land on her.
“Grace…” he whispered, trying to get her attention in a gentle way.
She looked over at him sharply and noting the distinct blush on his cheeks, she let her eyes wander to the bottle neck, now pointing directly at her. She opened and closed her mouth for a moment, trying to find an excuse perhaps, even as her cheeks unwillingly tinted pink.
The others watched the interaction with the joy and excitement of a group of teens who had gossiped about this before and would absolutely be gossiping about this later.
Max couldn’t look at them. Hell, for once he could hardly look at Grace— he was going to ruin this. Whatever this even was!
“Come on, Chastity , pucker up!” Ruth called from her spot on the floor with a smirk.
“We know you want to!” Steph teased, her head resting against Pete’s shoulder.
Grace’s face screwed up a little, and Max felt his stomach drop just slightly.
“Grace, you don’t have to. It’s okay, it’s just a game… no stakes in not playing.” Max offered, trying to ease the obvious tension in the girl's body.
After a moment of consideration, in which Max had time to realize that he’d definitely sobered up by this point, Grace tentatively joined them in the circle on the floor.
“You’re right, it is just a game. No stakes…”
And with that, she turned to him, grabbed the sides of his face, and kissed him.
The gasps of his friends were muffled by the ringing in his ears, the blood rushing to his face (and well… other places too) as he fumbled with his hands, not knowing where to place them in fear of startling (or offending) Grace.
Suddenly she pulled away and before Max could worry, Grace slid one of the hands on his cheek down to his neck.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me back?” She asked, and before she could tease him again, he pulled her back in, more forceful than the first time.
Max wasted no time getting used to the feel of Grace’s lips against his own. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, using the hand on the back of her head to pull her closer.
He felt dizzy . He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough air, couldn’t get enough of her.
The overwhelming sensation of butterflies in his stomach was horrifyingly new. Max had known he had a crush on Grace for well over a year now, but he’d always hid from the idea that it went deeper than surface level.
She was beautiful , that much was clear, but it was so much more than that; and now that he was finally kissing her… well fuck it was everything he’d ever dreamed of.
Subconsciously, Max slipped an arm around her waist and adjusted his position, leaning forward so they bordered on lying down.
Grace shivered, moving a hand to catch herself above the floor and making a soft noise of approval against his lips. The sound sent sparks up his spine and suddenly he was hyper aware of the other sounds in the room, their friends' voices creeping into his perception.
“— should we go somewhere else?”
“ Fuck no! It’s getting good!”
“I need more alcohol for this…”
Despite every instinct screaming at him to keep going, keep going, god keep going, Max pulled away from the kiss.
Breathing heavily, he watched, mesmerized, as Grace slowly opened her eyes— hazy and darkened with uncharacteristic heat. Her gaze flickered between Max’s eyes and Max’s lips and back to Max’s eyes and back to Max’s—
“Finally! We thought you two would never fucking grow a pair.” Steph shouted, startling them apart and snapping them back to reality.
Neither of them responded, unable to form words in the faces of their friends, until Grace jolted backwards— pulling away from Max and attempting to catch her breath.
“I- uh…” she stammered and Max watched her eyes as she seemed to go through the five stages of grief in a millisecond. Her eyes landed on his again, and something changed in her stare.
“I want to play another game.” Grace announced, only slightly too loud, as she stumbled to her feet, maintaining eye contact with Max the whole time.
“Uhh… what?” Pete asked incredulously, frantically looking around the circle to see if the others were seeing what he was seeing.
“Yeah Grace, care to share with the class?” Steph smirked, trying and failing to stifle a laugh at the state of the other girl.
Max looked up at her, now standing above him. He knew he must’ve been blushing. Grace extended her hand to him and her eyes darkened again.
“It’s called Seven Minutes in Heaven .”
She hadn’t finished the sentence before Max was on his feet, nearly tripping over himself to follow her as she dragged him down the hall towards the guest room.
As he rushed after her, a tiny voice that he hardly registered as Ruth’s spoke from the movie room—
“I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
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The door had barely closed before Max had Grace pushed against it and they were making out once more.
She couldn’t contain her gasp as Max started kissing a path down her jaw towards her neck. He hummed low against her warm skin and it sent shivers down her spine.
Grace’s knees buckled beneath her as Max nipped at a sensitive spot below her ear, and the way he caught her with a strong arm around her waist pulled a high pitched moan from her lips. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed at the sound, and Max was quick to pull it away, drawing back from her neck to smirk at her.
“Don’t cover your mouth— I wanna hear you, baby.”
Grace slowly nodded, looking up to meet his eyes, breathing heavily. She reached forward, grasping the sides of his letterman jacket and pulling him into a searing kiss.
Max gripped onto Grace’s hips, gently smoothing his thumbs over her hip bone, relishing in the shudder he got in response.
His jacket fell from his shoulders, and he realized with an uncharacteristic jolt that Grace had pushed it away, trying to rid him of the clothing.
Suddenly he was struck with uncertainty. He didn’t want Grace to feel obligated to go any further, nor did he want her to make decisions she’d later regret and repent for.
For the second time that night, Max pulled away from the kiss, cursing himself yet again for being so stupid as to let her go when he saw her try to chase his lips.
But he had to make sure.
“Grace, are you okay with this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… or, or make you feel forced to do something you don’t want to…” he said quietly, feeling her shaking breath fan across his face.
“Max Jägerman.” She replied, determination lighting in her gorgeous, dark eyes. “I want you. More than I think I should. I want you so badly, and…it scares me.”
Her confession had him stepping back slightly in an attempt to give her space, but before he’d really had the chance, she held him tighter, and he couldn’t really fight the smile creeping onto his face.
“My head and my heart are telling me very different things, but what I want is to follow my butterflies and face my fears. So, I’ll tell you what, you won’t be forcing me to do anything. I want you, Max.” She finished in a whisper, staring deep into his eyes.
Max took a shuddering breath and let her words sink in. Grace wanted him . Maybe there was a God.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Grace Chasity.” He groaned before peppering kisses against her lips. Her laugh was fucking angelic, and just as he thought it could never get better than this, she guided him forward and walked him to the bed.
“Maybe not, but I have some ideas on what you could do to me…” she smirked, shoving him down against the pillows and crawling into his lap.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned down, kissing the dazed expression off his face sweetly.
This is it, he thought, I’m either dead or dreaming.
“Can you.. take this off?” She murmured, tentatively rolling the edge of Max’s t-shirt between her fingers.
“Course, Grace.” He smiled, sitting up to pull the white shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. Grace blushed, trying (and admittedly failing) to not stare at his torso.
“Do you want to take yours off?” He asked.
She blinked owlishly for a moment, almost like she was processing his question and filing through the possible consequences.
Slowly she reached down, and pulled the soft, purple knit sweater up over her head, dropping it at her side and leaving her in just a baby blue bralette.
With shaky hands and shaky breath, Grace fidgeted with her hands, trying to do anything but cover herself instinctively.
“Hey, not here to make you uncomfortable, babe…” Max promised, smoothing a thumb over the back of her hand.
Her eyes refocused at his touch and she laughed nervously. “I’m sorry… I’ve just… I’ve only ever been told that this will send me to hell unless there was a wedding band on my finger and now I’m thinking… Am I a horrible sinner for wanting this?”
Max felt his heart break a little, sitting up to face her more directly. He laid his hands on her denim covered thighs and pulled her into a hug. It was genuine and warm and Grace sighed.
“I don’t know God the way you do, Grace. I can’t say for sure that I even believe he’s real, or watching over us or… yeah. But, I don’t think you’re a horrible sinner for acting on a natural human instinct. If you want to have sex, you want to have sex— simple as that.” Grace went to protest but Max kept talking.
“Okay, maybe it’s not as simple as that to everyone, but my point is that I think God probably wants you to live life to the fullest and if that happens to involve gettin’ it on, I think you should… allow yourself the freedom to do so.” Max pressed a kiss to Grace’s bare shoulder, rubbing a hand up her back softly as she let herself laugh lightly.
Grace pulled back and looked into his eyes, searching for something.
“Thank you, Max. I’ve never heard you talk like that before…” She hesitated before cupping his face in her hands. “I think you’re more intelligent than you give yourself credit for.” She grinned when he shrugged off her compliment sheepishly.
Grace ducked her head to catch his eye again. “Is it bad that I found it hot too?” She smirked and he tilted his head fondly.
“‘Me? Or God wanting you to get your freak on?” He joked with a grin. Grace laughed out loud before tugging him in close.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss, but it wasn’t long before it became heated once more. They experimented a bit, sliding their tongues together, and judging by the moan Grace let out, they were doing something right.
Max reached one arm behind him on the bed and rolled his hips up against her own. Grace gasped into the kiss, so he did it again.
She tested the waters, grinding herself down to meet him halfway and they both moaned, breaking the kiss to find a better rhythm, panting into the shared space between them.
Grace felt the foreign shape of him hard against her and a burst of something— pride, smugness, lust, hunger, anticipation?— fizzled in her lower abdomen.
Abruptly, she pulled away and stood up from the bed, only to start clumsily taking her jeans off before she could overthink it.
Max stared in awe at the stumbling girl stripping down for him. He never imagined he’d be in this situation with Grace (lie- he imagined it a lot , but he never thought, deep down that it would actually happen), but now, it was real and fuck he was whipped.
“Well? I can’t be doing all the work here!” She exclaimed, gesturing towards Max’s still clothed lower half— visible bulge and all.
He’d been lost in thought, honestly imagining Grace buying the matching bra and underwear set she was wearing. She must’ve been bright red picking out the most modest options in the store.
She certainly was now as he stared at her.
Snapping out of it at the sound of her voice, Max stood up too, kicking off his jeans and leaving them on the ground.
In one stride, he and Grace were nose to nose— as close as they could be with their almost six-inch height difference.
She threw her arms up over his shoulders and he slipped his hands around her waist, squeezing gently when she shivered. Her eyes were dark, hazy, gorgeous, and Max needed her now.
He bent at the knee, just enough to move his hands from her waist to her thighs, and lifted her effortlessly. She yelped in surprise, wrapping her legs around his hips and letting herself be carried back to the bed.
He tossed her gently against the soft sheets and crawled over her. Her eyes widened and her cheeks heated.
Max started kissing down her neck again, drawing needy moans from Grace’s lips. He found a spot right above her collarbone that made her gasp and stayed there, sucking and nipping on it until it was red.
He did this a few times: kissing until he found a spot that drew a response from the girl beneath him, then leaving his mark.
Max worked his way down, kissing everywhere he could reach from her jaw to her sternum. By the time he reached her covered breasts, she was already gasping for breath.
She looked gorgeous; bathed in the warm lamp light and covered in blossoming bruises—eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows knit together.
He kissed gently over the soft cotton fabric of her bra, brushing over her nipples with his thumbs and watching her reaction to the sensation.
“Let me take it off…” Grace sighed hazily, reaching down to remove the offending piece of fabric. Max just watched, letting her set the pace as she bared her chest to him at last.
Once the soft blue fabric was tossed to the floor, and Grace Chasity lay on display beneath him, Max felt well and truly speechless.
She really was beautiful . He skimmed his fingers up her ribcage and watched as she shivered.
After a moment, when he still hadn’t mustered the courage to touch her (a typically uncharacteristic feeling for Max), Grace ran her fingers through Max’s curls, garnering his attention.
“Max. I wouldn’t bare my body to you if I didn’t want you to touch me.” She groaned frustratedly. Max met her gaze and was stunned at how pretty her eyes were. He opened and closed his mouth for a moment, trying to cohere his thoughts.
“All those rumors during school… whispers of how good a lay you were. How you could have any girl you wanted, and have her screaming. All that talk about the great Max Jagerman– how he fucked… things I touched myself to the thought of… Are you really going to prove me wrong?” Grace asked, her voice low and condescending as she tugged softly on his hair.
Oh. Max’s jaw slacked. His grip on her sides tightened and she smirked at the visible effect her words had on him. With his cheeks flushed and his breathing heavy, he lunged forward to capture her lips in a rough kiss. He thought he might’ve felt Grace giggle against him and he quickly took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled it, taking pride in making her moan.
It was like a flip had switched. Max wasted no time moving back down to her breasts and taking a pink nipple in his mouth. Grace gasped and cried out when he bit down on it gently.
He growled, moving to the other and giving it the same treatment, before trailing his lips down further. He kissed and nipped along her navel, leaving reddening marks in his wake.
Grace kept one hand in his hair the whole time, threaded in his curls, while her other hand gripped the pillow above her head tightly.
Once he reached the hem of her underwear, he moved further down, spreading her legs apart and sucking hickeys on her inner thighs. Grace squirmed and whined, bucking her hips. Max pushed her hips to the mattress, using his forearms to effectively pin her thighs to the side.
When he was satisfied with the collection of bruises littering Grace’s smooth, pale skin, he tucked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear and tapped his thumbs against her hips.
“Off?” He asked, his voice shaky and dark. She shuddered and nodded.
“Words, baby.” He whispered, snapping the elastic against her hip. She jolted and blushed.
“Max. Take them off.” She answered, her firm tone lacking bite, not nearly as capable of chastising him as she was mere minutes ago.
“There you go…” Max tugged the fabric down her legs and discarded it alongside the pile of their miscellaneous clothing on the floor.
Grace Chasity, in all her divine glory, lay naked on the bed, gazing at Max with a hunger he’d never seen before. Her half-lidded eyes were lust-filled and gorgeous, her lips rosy and bitten, her body covered in his marks.
As his eyes shamelessly wandered down her figure, taking in the moment, Grace fidgeted underneath him, anxiously awaiting what was to come (and if the evening was to go as planned, it would be her…as many times as possible).
“You really are a dirty girl , aren’t you?” Max mused, taking in her soaked pussy, slick and shining in the lamp light.
Grace let out a high pitched moan and instinctively tried to squeeze her thighs together. Max held them in place.
“Oh, Grace…” he smirked. “I thought you wanted to be on display for me? You seemed so confident earlier… or did you just want to get yourself off to the thought of me… again.” Max taunted, looking down at her with a wolfish grin.
“You’re sure doing a lot of talking right now for someone whose reputation precedes him.” Grace taunted back, albeit breathlessly, attempting to rile him up further.
Max raised an eyebrow, whistling lowly.
“Careful Chasity… we’re only just getting started.”
Without giving her time to think of another response, Max spread her legs further apart and leaned down, flattening his tongue against her core and finally tasting her.
Grace gasped sharply, her nerve endings on fire already. It was unlike any sensation she’d ever fantasized about, as Max ate her out with reckless abandon.
He zeroed in on her clit and sucked hard, flicking the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. Grace cried out louder than she had all night, and Max looked up at her smugly.
She tasted sweet and in the back of his mind, Max acknowledged through the haze just how incredible Grace was. Despite the power trip he was floating on, he was endlessly whipped for her and shocked that she wanted him so badly that she was dripping for him.
He moved one hand from her thigh to join his mouth at her pussy. He stopped his ministrations against her clit and she moaned at the loss. He ignored the way his dick twitched at the sound and waited until she opened her eyes to look at him before speaking.
“You okay with fingers too?” He asked through heavy breaths.
Grace nodded clumsily, her brows raised and her lips parted. After a split second she realized he’d want a verbal answer and sighed out a shaky “yes… please.”
Max smiled at her before pressing a kiss to her clit— smiling wider when she jolted, and collecting the arousal between her legs with his fingers.
“Good girl…” he praised, voice raspy and warm.
Grace’s jaw dropped open. Her whole body seemed to shudder in response and Max took note of how different this reaction was to any other he’d pulled from her thus far.
He smirked before diving back in, carefully sliding a finger inside her as he lavished her clit with his tongue.
After only a few minutes or so, Grace was falling apart above him, moaning and whining, her voice squeaking gorgeously as she got louder. Max loved her voice. He could listen to her moan for him all day— he could listen to her all day, no matter what.
“Max I’m… gonna-“ she cried out. Max didn’t slack, ignoring the way his jaw began to tire as she struggled to piece her sentence together between moans, teetering on the edge.
“I think I’m gonna- oh fuck! Max!” She cursed, the word was unfamiliar on her tongue, but then she was cumming on his tongue and suddenly he believed in angels.
Her fingers tightened in his hair as her thighs trembled. Max inhaled sharply at the tug and doubled down his efforts as he worked her through her orgasm.
Once she gasped and jolted back from the overstimulation, Max pulled away from between her legs to catch his breath and offer her a gentle smile.
Grace’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and blissed out. Warm brown irises met blue and in an instant, she reached up to cup his cheek, pulling Max towards her and into a deep kiss.
Either she was into the idea of tasting herself on his lips or she was too far gone to care, but Max didn’t mind either way. He brushed the tips of his fingers up her body, relishing in her whimper as he lightly thumbed a pink nipple.
Grace broke away from the kiss and licked her lips curiously. Max smirked and watched the realization in her eyes of what she knew he was thinking.
“Don’t even say it.” She blushed, her voice shaking and raspy.
His smirk broke into a grin and Max couldn’t help but laugh a little. She knew him well.
Dirty girl.
She shoved his arm lightly, and he rolled to the side, pulling her with him so they lay face to face on the bed.
“How are you feeling?” Max asked after a moment, letting Grace refamiliarize herself with the world.
There was an unreadable look in her eyes as she studied his face. Her brows furrowed, but her lips quirked into a cute smile.
“Not that I’ve got anything to compare to… but I think you might be better than the rumors say you are.” She smiled. Max couldn’t help but blush when she looked at him in such awe.
“I’m glad I could be a good first…” he trailed off, getting lost in the sincerity for a moment before thinking of something cool to respond with. “I mean, that was only a taste of what I can do.”
Okay. Well, not cool per se, but Grace snorted and making her laugh was worth it.
“How could God deny us the freedom to indulge in pleasure like that whenever we want? I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like that before. That was incredible.” She said, confusion and wonder addling her voice.
“I don’t know if there’s an answer to that… but uh, I’m guessing it feels just as good before you put a ring on it as after so I say why not enjoy yourself, right?” He replied, a bit sardonically.
Grace just pulled him into another kiss.
Max was surprised when she licked at the seam of his lips, trying to deepen the kiss. She pushed forward, swinging a leg over his, and his dick twitched- reminding him with a jolt that he was still very turned on and very hard.
Grace shifted her weight so that Max rolled to his back and she could straddle his hips. She broke the kiss to run her hands down his chest, feeling the firm muscles and soft skin.
Max groaned, subconsciously grinding up against her. Grace yelped and her hips stuttered, still a bit sensitive despite the way that gorgeous lust returned to her eyes.
“Sorry…” Max soothed, rubbing a palm up her thigh.
“Don’t be.” Grace said, fidgeting with the elastic on his boxers.
He tracked the movement of her fingers on the fabric and wondered how they would feel wrapped around him. He swallowed, trying to keep his composure as he looked back up at the girl atop him.
“Do you want to go again?” He asked quietly.
Grace nodded, humming out an “mhm” almost shyly. The look in her eyes had his stomach erupting in butterflies.
“Okay,” he smiled (he was thinking more along the lines of “ fuck yes” but still). “What did you have in mind?” He continued, planting his hands on Grace’s waist and flexing his fingers against her skin.
She hesitated for a second, meeting his eyes.
“Don’t you want me to… you know..” She asked, tilting her head sweetly as she looked back and forth between his eyes and the tent in his boxers.
“Grace, tonight is about you. I’d happily get you off a hundred times before me if it meant you felt good.” He reveled in the blush staining her from her cheeks to her chest and she cleared her throat nervously.
“In that case… I’m not sure.” She chewed on her lip, lost in thought.
“You liked when I went down on you, yeah?” Max asked. Grace sputtered at how nonchalantly he spoke, as if his words didn’t shoot straight down to her core.
“ Yes” she practically moaned. Max’s hungry grin did nothing to ease the pulsing between her thighs, as he hooked his hands around her legs and gently guided her forwards and up his lap.
Grace made a confused noise as she struggled not to fall on top of him. Max shifted so that he lay further down on the pillow, bringing Grace closer to his face.
“Come on up then,” he said with an eager smile. She looked down at him with wide, dark eyes. Her cheeks were red , but her heavy breathing gave away her intrigue.
“You mean.. you want me to… you-” Grace stuttered.
“ Yep.” He replied, moving down the mattress again so that Grace’s hips hovered above his head, and without further warning he leaned up, licking a stripe through her wetness.
She grabbed onto the headboard with a shudder, thighs spasming around Max’s face. He took it as a sign to continue and worked his tongue across her clit, even more sensitive since she’d cum already.
High, breathy moans and pleas filled the room and Max’s ears as he brought her closer to him and back to that edge.
It’d taken less time than before to have Grace shaking and stuttering. Max couldn’t help but think that if their friends hadn’t known what they were doing by now, they certainly would after this.
It only spurred him on further, to pull those gorgeous sounds from Grace. A small, ego driven part of him wanted their friends to hear them. To know how good he was making her feel. A year ago, Max would’ve chalked it down to wanting to bang the biggest prude in school to prove that he could, but now? Now he just wanted to prove that he was worthy of Grace’s affection— he wanted to show her and everyone else that he could be good too.
In a moment of either freakish timing or telekinesis, Grace reached down to run a hand through his hair in appreciation, whining out a breathless “ so good”. And the shiver that worked its way down his spine seemed to be reciprocated as Grace’s hips stuttered and she came with a moan and a sigh of Max’s name.
He peppered kissed against the bruises he’d earlier scattered across her inner thighs as she lifted her hips and caught her breath.
Grace released the headboard (and Max’s hair) and crawled back down the bed to lay on top of him, kissing him once more and— okay she had to be at least a little bit turned on by tasting herself on his lips— Max sighed, running his fingers through her wavy hair, still somehow beautiful after two rounds of sex.
“I could die like this.” Grace murmured contentedly into Max’s shoulder.
He laughed lightly, eyes sparkling as he stared at her. The blush across her cheeks made her look radiant, and the only thing prettier were her lips, which pulled into a soft smile.
“I’d prefer you didn’t die..” Max replied, jostling her shoulders gently. “You’d never get to do this again.” He smirked.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” She joked with a deadpan expression, but Max could tell she meant it.
She shifted her weight against him slightly, and almost jumped as her thigh brushed against Max’s erection and he groaned. He’d managed to not pay so much attention to it, so he could prioritize Grace’s pleasure, but she’d drawn his attention right back to it and realized he’d probably never been this hard.
“ Oh! Let me help you with-“ she said, sitting up and straddling his thighs.
“Grace, it’s okay you don’t have to-“ Max started, but she shushed him with a finger to the lips.
“ Max,” she sighed lustfully (and he wondered how she managed to take his breath away every time she said his name). “I want to.”
He wasn’t going to argue with that.
Her fingers toyed with the elastic of his boxers and he lifted his hips so she could pull them down his thighs.
Max watched her face. Her eyes widened in… surprise? Intrigue? Either way they widened and a dark blush covered her cheeks as his dick sprung free from its fabric confines.
Tentatively, Grace reached out and traced a finger up the vein on the underside of his dick and almost jumped back when it twitched in response.
“Sorry…” Max breathed heavily, far too gone for someone who’d barely been touched.
“Don’t be, I just.. this is— I mean this is new.” She gestured to the appendage in front of her.
He found it sweet how careful she was being with him. Realistically he knew it was coming from a lack of experience, but it was still endearing.
“Grace, you still don’t have to-“ he started again, to no avail.
“ Max Jägerman. ” She hissed. “I know I don’t have to . I’m getting you off because I want to.” The rasp in her voice was heavenly, and if the precum leaking from his tip was any indication, she’d be achieving her goal soon.
Assuming the moan he let out was a response, Grace wasted no time licking a stripe up her palm and wrapping a hand around his length, testing the water with a slow, languid stroke that sent a shiver up Max’s spine.
She did it again, studying his reactions. Max almost jolted off the bed when she twisted her wrist slightly.
He had half a mind to wonder if she was purely guessing on what to do, but it didn’t matter because he was embarrassingly close and Grace seemed ecstatic to hear him whine and see him thrust his hips into her fist.
“Faster-“ he sighed, reaching up with both arms to clutch at the pillow above his head.
Grace’s stomach swirled at the sight of his biceps flexing. She obliged, moving her hand faster against him, using his precum as lubricant, and reveling in the way his eyebrows knit together and his jaw dropped.
“ Fuck, Grace… just like that .” Max moaned out.
Max’s voice was wrecked, and it only spurred her on further. She worked him in her hand, squeezing and twisting and doing whatever drew the prettiest noises from him.
Within minutes, Max was writhing beneath her, as best as he could with Grace’s thighs pinning his hips down. She gave a particularly good stroke and he threw his head back with a stuttering breath.
“I’m close, shit fuck I’m close—“
Grace watched him with dark eyes as he fell apart under her and hummed enticingly.
“Max, you look so hot like this, you’re doing so good.”
Her words tipped him over the edge and he came into her fist like this was all some sort of fucking wet dream. He bucked his hips as she stroked him through his orgasm until the overstimulation was too much and she pulled her hand back, wiping her palm against the boxers around his thighs.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then Grace took two of her fingers, still covered in his cum, and sucked them into her mouth, tasting him, and yeah— it had to be a thing for her.
Max was fucking speechless.
He’d never felt suspended in bliss like he did now— satiated, breathing heavy, head fuzzy and eyes fixated on the blushing, dark eyed girl on top of him.
“ How are you so good at that?” He asked with a sigh.
Grace’s eyes darted downwards, and after deciding that starting at his pecs was not a good idea, she met his eyes again.
“I don’t know…” she whispered. “Do you feel good?” She asked, pushing a probably-sweaty curl away from Max’s forehead.
“Are you kidding?” He replied, words teasing but voice soft. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before…”
“Well then, I’m glad.” Grace said with a gentle smile.
Max could feel his cheeks growing hot and wondered how horribly red he must look.
“Jeez, Chasity, don’t go getting all soft and sappy on me after that .” He laughed nervously, trying to shove away the butterflies in his stomach as her smile grew wider.
“Who, me?” She asked with faux innocence. Max could see it now, behind her eyes, the hazy heat that still lingered and he could swear it was infectious, as a shiver rippled down his spine.
“Who else?” He replied, half lidded eyes meeting her own.
Grace hummed and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth with an intention that set the room ablaze.
“I think I’ve got one more in me…” she spoke in a low, enticing voice.
How she was able to keep at it like this, Max had no clue. But even as the clock neared three in the morning, he was in no position to deny Grace of anything she wanted.
“Oh yeah?” He teased, aiming to see where her mood and confidence were pointing.
Wordlessly, Grace rolled off of Max’s thighs and back onto the bed. She beckoned him over with one finger, and when he situated himself on top of her, she pulled him down into a searing kiss.
“I want you to get me off again.” She started, breaking the kiss and holding his jaw. “Using only your hands.” She continued, running her fingers down Max’s biceps.
“I want you to take control from me.” She finished with a smirk, watching as Max processed her words and mirrored her expression.
“Oh it’s on.” He growled, dipping down to take her bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a tug.
They made out fiercely, and Max found himself forgetting his tiredness from before. As Grace got more and more handsy, playing with his hair and feeling his muscles shift underneath her touch, her words rang in his ears.
Take control .
He could do that. He’d already done that tonight, but something about Grace that he hadn’t anticipated was her ability to match his energy.
So with that, he rested his knees on either side of her for balance and pulled her hands away from his body, pinning them to the pillow on the sides of her head.
Grace gasped as her range of movement became limited. Max grinned down at her.
“You think you can behave and keep your hands to yourself?” He asked quietly, darkly. Grace’s eyes widened slightly. But just for a moment, before the glint in her eye returned.
Max reiterated by pressing her wrists further into the pillow and bringing a knee between her legs to press against her. She shuddered and instinctively tried to grind against him. He pulled back.
“Let’s try that again. You’re gonna be a good girl and behave for me. That is, unless you don’t want to cum again?”
That did the trick. Grace nodded dumbly and after stilling to prove that she wouldn’t move her hands from their place, Max let go and skimmed his fingers down her torso.
Once he got his hands on her, it was no time at all before she was whining and moaning his name. Max was grateful for her sensitivity— the result was the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard.
He knew she was close after only a few minutes. By now, he’d been able to notice a few of her tells. Her thighs were twitching and her eyebrows furrowed. Her hands clenched into fists from where they remained up beside her head on the pillow, fingernails indenting the soft skin of her palms.
Grace’s jaw hung open and with a high squeaking moan, Max knew he had her.
“ Max… please— I, I can’t! Please, Max— god!”
“Not quite sweetheart, but I’m glad you can see the similarities between us.” Max smirked, looking down at her writhing body.
In a split second, Grace tried to focus her eyes on his before they rolled back and she was sent into her third orgasm of the night.
“That’s it… good girl .” He crooned, not slowing the steady rhythm of his fingers against her, cheeks flushing at the sight of her legs shaking and her erratic breathing and her hair splayed out on the pillow.
The moments that followed were a blur.
Grace pulled her hips back from Max’s hand. He rolled off of her and onto his side. Her eyes squeezed shut as she took shallow breaths, trying to pull oxygen back into her lungs.
She fluttered her eyes open and turned her head to look over at Max. Their eyes met and he smiled gently at her, reassuring. She returned it— a hint of embarrassment creeping into the blush on her cheeks.
“Hey,” Max spoke softly. “Welcome back.”
She smiled wider, but covered her face with her arms, rolling her eyes fondly.
“Thank you.” She muttered, the sound muffled as she tucked her face against her shoulder.
Max placed an arm over her waist and pulled her closer.
“You’re welcome? Not sure I know what I did but…”
“Shush. Yes you do.”
“Okay… maybe I do, but hey. Did you have fun?” He asked patiently.
Grace peeked out, meeting his eyes again. She slowly relaxed her arms and sunk into his embrace.
“Heck yes.” She sighed. Max could see how hard she was fighting the urge to try to hide again. He softened his hold on her waist to give her some space, should she choose to leave.
“Good. I’m glad…” he smiled. “That’s all that matters to me. Well, that and…” he trailed off, suddenly feeling unsure of taking this conversation in the direction his question would lead.
Grace nodded for him to continue and he took a deep breath.
“Do you regret this at all?”
Grace frowned slightly and Max felt his heart sink. Despite her assurance throughout that she’d wanted this, the thought lingered in his mind that she would think of him horribly after the fact.
“Max…”
He braced for the worst.
“I don’t regret a single thing.”
Oh.
She smiled sympathetically at him. The weight he felt lift from his shoulders was likely visible.
“You don’t?” He asked, feeling more exposed than he usually felt when naked.
Grace turned to him fully, placing a hand on the side of his face and stroking her thumb against his cheek softly.
“You have done more for me tonight than you will ever know,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Max leaned into the touch, soaking in her words.
“If High School me could see us right now, I know she would freak— in every sense of the word.”
They laughed, imagining Grace even a year ago seeing their naked bodies tangled on the bedspread and shouting at the top of her lungs— effectively scarred for life and utterly repulsed.
“But now? Max, I don’t regret this for the world— and there’s no one I would’ve rather done it with. Even that ashamed, repressed girl would agree… though she would never admit it.” Her gaze was sincere, and Max’s heart felt a lot lighter.
Grace let her head rest on his chest and he wrapped his arm tighter around her.
Once her last sentence sunk in, however, he spoke again, his smirk evident in his voice.
“So you did like me in High School!”
“Let’s not get the story twisted, okay Nighthawk?” She laughed, snuggling further into him.
Her cheeks burned against his skin and he could tell by the blush that he was right, but Max let her have the last word as he cuddled against her and let his eyes drift shut.
Maybe it was supposed to go like this…