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Had Max known what was going to transpire by the time she finally made it home, she definitely would’ve left work hours earlier, consequences be damned.
Looking back, she really should’ve known better. She should’ve realized that of course Chloe was going to react the way she did. Max was technically the one who started everything, after all. She’d been the one who’d sent that first text, only an hour into her shift, sipping a lukewarm cup of coffee as vague thoughts of Chloe drifted across her mind and tempted her into leaving early. And she would’ve, if her stupid coworkers hadn’t been so incompetent that they needed her to fix their own mistakes.
You got a package delivered, btw, Max had said. Simple, informative small talk was all it was meant to be.
But she hadn’t even been able to finish her coffee before Chloe had texted back, and Max could think of nothing else as she stared at the attached picture — Chloe, in front of their bathroom mirror, a hand pressing down the top of her sweatpants to reveal the flat expanse of her stomach and the bright blue strap-on proudly standing between her legs.
i know. how’s it look?
Max couldn’t even respond, too focused on dragging her eyes over the curves of Chloe’s abdomen, too busy admiring the way one hand held her phone as the other had a thumb slipped beneath her waistband with confidence. She carried herself like the strap itself was part of her body, like she knew it was exactly what Max wanted to see. And, of course, it was.
Evidently, she didn’t text back fast enough, as her phone buzzed not a moment later with another message from Chloe.
well??? I’m ready to DELIVER this PACKAGE to u, hint hint.
After saving the photo, for totally normal reasons, and not at all to refer back to it on the rare nights she slept alone, Max decided to play into Chloe’s game.
Keep it on. I’ll be home soon.
But it had been a lie — unintentional, yes, but a lie all the same. Already feeling antsy and turned on, Max had been forced to get back to the mundane responsibility of her shitty job, quickly getting swept up in the hustle of a capitalistic nightmare. When she was finally able to leave work and return to their quaint apartment, hours had passed.
The sky had darkened to deep purple and black, the moon now a beacon of pointed light where it hung above their apartment building. And given the flashes of light spilling from between the curtains and the muffled curses amidst gunfire, Chloe had already busied herself in front of the TV by the time Max was able to slide her key in the door.
Thankfully, though, she’d listened. Max could tell just by the tension in the air and the dent in her pants that she would be in for a long night. It would’ve been a lie to say that the thought of it didn’t send a spark of excitement straight down to her stomach.
Chloe’s legs were slightly spread apart as she sat on the couch, one heel firmly resting on the coffee table as the other lounged on the floor. A headset sat on her head, the microphone blinking green to signify that it was still on.
When Max set a hand on her shoulder, Chloe nearly leapt from the couch, the controller dropping from her grasp. Her character immediately got sniped from some guy across the map, but she didn’t even care, already whipping around to stare at Max with a terrified look.
“Holy fuck, dude! Heart attack much?” Taking a gasp of air, she eased back down from where she’d halfway stumbled off the couch, rolling her shoulders to ease some tension. “How long have you been standing there creeping on me?”
“Just got here,” Max answered, stifling a giggle at the extreme reaction. “Sorry, I’m super late, I know.”
“Yeah, that’s putting it lightly. Jesus, what time is it? I figured I wouldn’t even see you until tomorrow.” Chloe dragged a hand through her blonde hair, picking the controller from where it had fallen as she waited for her character to respawn. “Got some food in the fridge if you’re hungry. Mind if I—?”
“By all means, keep playing.”
Max retreated into the kitchen, though she still idly watched Chloe from the corner of her vision. Her girlfriend’s posture was lax, her arms on full display given that all she wore was a plain tank top and the same gray sweatpants from her earlier picture. And even though Max may not have felt particularly hungry enough for dinner, she was quite thirsty in an entirely different manner.
Their fridge wasn’t particularly full, but Chloe had cooked enough earlier for there to be leftovers. While Max was never one to turn down a home cooked meal, she elected to save it for later, settling on just a cold drink instead to help loosen her nerves from a long week at work.
“Hey, bring me a beer while you’re in there?” Chloe called, not looking away from the TV.
Max scoffed, but she plucked a second one from the fridge to join the one she’d gotten for herself. “Now you really sound like a dad,” she countered.
She’d barely cracked the top of it and taken a sip by the time Chloe hummed her response, and it took everything in her to not choke on the liquid.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you called me daddy,” Chloe stated.
Max paused, nearly tripping over her feet before she caught herself, gripping the cold can in a fist as her brain ran circles around itself.
Is that what Chloe wanted? Did she need to respond? Surely it had been a joke, and Max needed to shut it down before everything spiraled from there. But, fuck. Was she into that?
“Oh, shit.” Chloe laughed sharply, the TV light reflecting a pale glow that lit something mischievous in her eyes. “You’re totally thinking about it, aren’t you? Damn, Caulfield. Freaky.”
“Shut up,” Max snapped, rolling her eyes as she fell to the couch, slouching into the cushions in hopes of it masking her embarrassment. “And your headset better be muted.”
She passed the beer to Chloe, all but tossing it at her as Chloe only laughed and set it on the table after taking a long swallow.
“Of course it is,” Chloe assured. “You really think I’d let these girlfriendless losers listen to you discover a new kink?”
“Ugh, that’s totally not—!”
“Shh, shh. Let me keep my fantasy.” Chloe gave her a sly wink before she turned back to the game, leaning with her elbows on her knees as she unmuted her headset, cursing at someone on the other end for missing another shot. “Dude, have you even played before? Practice your fucking aim, dumbass.”
So Max let the topic drop, not exactly wanting to dissuade the idea that maybe she was possibly into that. And she tried to pay attention to whatever militaristic, boring shooter was on the screen, but her gaze kept wandering over to Chloe — whose eyes were glued to the game, a deep picture of concentration between her brows, tongue just barely poking out between her lips as she hounded her teammates through the mic.
There, Max had an idea. A good idea. Maybe even a great one.
She wanted attention, and the best way to get that was to take it.
Max slid from the couch with ease, placing her now empty can on the table next to Chloe’s still halfway full one. Even though she could tell that Chloe was only a few kills away from winning the match, she saw the flicker of intrigue pass over her girlfriend’s face when Max’s knees touched the floor in front of her.
She sat there for a second, licked her lips, then gingerly set the palms of her hands against Chloe’s knees, making room for herself between them as her heart started racing with anticipation.
Chloe very quickly clicked the mute button on her headset. “What are you doing?” She gave Max a pointed look before she returned to the controller, thumbs darting against the buttons.
“What does it look like?”
Max’s hands traveled from knees to thighs, pausing in trepidation as she inched closer to her goal. She could feel the warmth of Chloe’s skin emanating from beneath the fabric, holding the promise of what was yet to come.
A minuscule smirk rose on Chloe’s lips, then it vanished just as quick. “Like you’re trying to make up for absolutely ghosting me today.”
“Well?” Max asked, smiling softly. “Is it working?”
“Hmm, you’ll have to try harder than that.” But Chloe spread her legs all the same, relaxing back into the couch as she let Max trail her hands higher and higher.
The flashing lights of the TV behind her were only a little distracting as Max finally tugged at the waistband of Chloe’s sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to reveal the edges of the harness.
Chloe shifted her position, her shirt lifting up an inch as she kept an iron grip on the controller in her hands, but Max noticed the way her fingers tightened as soon as she touched her lips to the sliver of skin that showed at her stomach. The more she nipped and kissed down towards the bulge of Chloe’s pants, the more shots she started missing, until Max could hear the muffled complaints of her teammates sounding from the headset.
But Chloe didn’t seem to care. Her chest rose and fell harder with each breath, until Max made sure Chloe’s pants hit the floor at her ankles, and her girlfriend deftly kicked out of them.
“How about…now?” Max groveled like she needed Chloe more than she needed air, and she wrapped a hesitant hand around the base of the blue dildo, pressing it down where she knew it would grind against Chloe’s core.
After that, Chloe finally looked at her — really looked at her, with her eyes lowered and mouth slightly ajar. Her shoulders tensed when she adjusted the strap with one hand, fingers brushing against Max’s as she directed it towards her. The corners of her lips lifted up into a smirk, refusing to let Max have the upper hand.
“Maybe. You gonna suck it?”
Without looking away from her, Max summoned all her confidence and touched the strap to her mouth, poking a tongue out to run across the blunt tip of it. She pressed down on the base as she kissed along the side of the shaft, her free hand falling down to her own pants and touching at the steam just to have something solid to hold against herself.
When she licked back up to the tip, she opened up and set the weight of it against the flat of her tongue, drawing it into her mouth just a touch. The realization of what she was doing hit her with a strong wave of desire, and Max shifted slightly against the hand between her legs.
She saw the exact moment Chloe’s gaze faltered and the controller fell from her grasp, a hand tangling in Max’s hair instead. She thumbed a comforting gesture across Max’s cheek as she took more of it in her mouth, one hand still gripped at the base to keep it steady.
“Fuck. Such a good girl.” The praise fell easily from Chloe’s open mouth, her hips lifting just barely from the couch as Max bobbed her head up and down at a tortuously slow pace.
A rush of arousal struck down to her lower stomach as Chloe groaned, her head falling back against the couch. Max watched the tense line of her throat as she swallowed, her hand touching down against Max’s head in encouragement. It wasn’t enough to be forceful, not like Max wanted it to be, but it spurred her on enough to take more of it into her mouth, where Chloe’s free hand formed a fist at her side, holding herself back.
Max swayed on the floor, aching for any kind of stimulation against her core. She pulled off the toy with a wet pop and kissed against the side of it. “Please…um. Please be rough.”
Finally, both of Chloe’s hands reached to the top of Max’s head and coerced her back down onto the strap, sinking half the length in her mouth in one stroke. That time, Max really did moan, almost choking against the intrusion as she shoved her hand beneath her own waistband and circled against the dampness of her underwear.
“God, Max, that’s—”
Chloe broke off in a gasp as Max nudged the base of the strap harder against her clit, massaging it downwards to match the same rhythm of her sucking. Her hands clenched in Max’s hair, jerking up into her with a desperate sense of urgency that had Max dripping onto her own fingers.
She swiped over herself in clumsy circles as she choked down another inch. But just before it touched the back of her throat, Chloe pulled her off of it, and Max was left gasping for air as a trail of spit connected between her tongue and the toy.
“I don’t wanna come yet,” Chloe panted, her hand flexing in restraint. “I need to be inside you. Get up here.”
She wrenched off the headset that had somehow managed to stay in place the entire time, tossing it somewhere to the corner of the couch to join the controller, then she tugged Max closer by the back of her neck, commanding her forward until their mouths crashed together and Max was scrambling to straddle her lap.
They fell into each other like they were made for it, with labored breaths and lips pressing together like oxygen didn’t matter at all, like they couldn’t get enough of each other. And maybe they couldn’t.
“Been thinking about you all day, you fucking tease,” Chloe growled.
“So fuck me,” Max said, her voice nothing more than a strangled whine. “Now.”
“Mm, I don’t think so.” Chloe bit at the sensitive skin below her ear, her breath just as warm as her roaming hands. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
Max whined, low and pleading in her throat. She knew Chloe would fold under enough pressure, if she acted desperate enough, if she whimpered enough, if she tugged and clawed at their clothes until everything was striped away and both of them were left bare on the couch. So she shuffled out of her pants, then ripped both hers and Chloe’s shirts over their heads, throwing them on top of the forgotten headset.
She grabbed Chloe’s hand, shoving it down to touch against the wetness soaking through her underwear, pressing herself onto Chloe’s fingers until they slid between her folds and created friction against the damp fabric.
“Here, please,” Max begged.
Chloe circled her entrance in slow, harsh strokes, then lifted Max’s hips so she could slide the mess of her underwear fully off. And when Max’s core touched against the cold texture of the dildo between them, she twitched and bit against her tongue to keep herself quiet.
“Better idea,” Chloe announced, hands palming at either side of Max’s now-naked body. “I want to watch you fuck yourself on my dick.”
She kissed against the side of Max’s breast, encouraging her into a slow grind against the toy between them, until Max couldn’t remember anything about herself other than the raw need that felt like a hollow cavern inside her.
Desperate for relief, she grabbed hold of the strap and raised herself onto her knees, setting it at her entrance as she began to sink down. Given how turned on she’d been the entire day, it slipped in with ease — though the stretch of the hard shaft was slow and almost painful as she patiently waited for it to bottom out.
“Ah, it’s—it’s too much.” Max whimpered, her entire body on fire.
“You can take it. Nice and slow, baby.” Chloe’s eyes were fixated where their bodies met, watching as the strap sank farther through her slick folds like it was the greatest thing she’d ever witnessed. “Keep going.”
The whispered encouragement and the gentle bites against her collarbone were enough for Max to rock forward all the way, never having felt as full as she did in that moment. It was thicker than their last one, and it curved at just the right angle to hit against that spot inside her that always made her go a little bit crazy.
When she was fully seated, she gave an experimental thrust — a small movement that was barely more than a slight rock forward. But it was enough.
She tightened her thighs around Chloe’s waist and lifted herself up, walls fluttering at the stretch. A hand braced itself on Chloe’s shoulder for support as her other curled a fist into short hair, wanting to drag her nails down Chloe’s skin until she was branded as hers.
Chloe met Max’s slow thrusts with one of her own, crashing their bodies together in heavy strokes that made her toes curl and legs shake.
“Is that good?” she asked, voice nothing more than a low mumble.
Max couldn’t speak, couldn’t think; she increased her pace, the exertion of lifting and grinding herself now starting to burn in the muscles of her thighs. But she kept chasing her own pleasure, wanting Chloe to see the way she needed her, wanting Chloe to pick her up and pound her into the mattress, wanting Chloe, Chloe, Chloe.
“Answer me,” Chloe continued.
A palm met Max’s ass with a sharp sting, the force of the impact grinding the strap deeper inside her. Then, like it hadn’t happened at all, Chloe brushed a strand of hair from Max’s face and kissed down the line of her jaw, the same breathless sighs falling from her own mouth as her lips found their way to Max’s nipple, enveloping it in the wet heat of her mouth.
“Yes,” Max sighed, fingers digging red marks into Chloe’s skin. “Good. So good.”
Both of Chloe’s hands had shifted to Max’s waist, steering her along as soon as she noticed the way Max had slowed. Chloe held the weight of her aloft with strong arms, bucking her own hips up to meet each time Max sank down.
She could feel herself throb around the toy, a sob tearing from her throat as the inevitable orgasm built slowly.
“That’s it, almost there.” Chloe pawed at the swell of her ass, forcing Max to rock back and forth as a finger maneuvered between them to rub circles around her soaking clit, pushing her over the edge.
And Max fell, her chest meeting Chloe’s as she crested her peak with a strangled whimper. Her walls pulsed against the thick shaft, milking it for every drop of pleasure it could afford.
Chloe quivered beneath her, face tightening as she bucked up one last time and found her own relief where the toy grinded between them, holding Max as close to her as she could.
The air grew still and quiet around them as they both came down from their shared release, the only light in the room being the TV behind them, now showing the looping title screen of the video game.
On weak legs, Max lifted up just far enough to remove herself from the toy, wincing when she trembled at its absence, already missing the closeness and warmth it gave.
“I think…I think you lost your game,” she said after a breathless laugh.
Chloe hummed against her, trailing her hands over the expanse of Max’s back and running a soothing line up her spine. “Nah, pretty sure I won.”
Max lazily kissed at Chloe’s throat, the closest part of her she could reach, savoring the taste of her sweat and the scent of her skin. It wasn’t like she cared about the game, really.
“You don’t have to be a sore loser,” she said. “Wanna go for a rematch?” She curled her fingers into the damp hair at the back of Chloe’s head, grinding her hips even as she was still coming down from her high. The wet length of the strap rubbed through her folds, each slide forward ending with a harsh press against her clit.
“You need it bad, huh?” Chloe palmed at Max’s waist, pulling her down harder onto her lap and sending a jolt of excitement through her. “Thought you were just teasing me on purpose earlier.”
“N-not my fault,” Max stammered. “I just…got caught up at work.”
“Yeah? Was it more important than this?” A hand found its way between Max’s thighs, where two fingers slid against her dripping, swollen entrance.
Max tightened her fist in Chloe’s hair, tugging their mouths together until Chloe swallowed the moan that spilled between them.
“Never,” she whispered, the word sounding like a prayer coming off her tongue. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About what you do to me.”
“And what exactly do I do to you?” Chloe’s fingers teased her with slow, intentional strokes, her mouth like an iron-hot brand where it kissed down the center of her chest.
Everything, Max thought, though she couldn’t hardly think at all. “You, uh—” She stifled a moan as Chloe’s fingers slipped inside, curling against her softly. “I just—I just love you.”
Chloe exhaled a slight laugh against Max’s skin, looking up at her with disheveled hair and red lines across her shoulders. “Corny as fuck. But I love you too.”
Before Max could even pout, Chloe withdrew her fingers and grabbed hold behind Max’s thighs, flipping their positions and pushing her down until she was laying flat on the couch with Chloe hovering over her, smug grin painted across her face.
Short, blonde hair drifted over Chloe’s eyes, tousled and unruly in just the right way that Max felt her heart stutter in her chest. A tongue darted out between her lips, then Chloe sank down to kiss against Max’s lower stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathless.
Chloe nipped just below her belly button, then again at her inner thigh. When she looked back up, her fingers had already traveled to grip onto Max’s legs, shifting them apart and holding her down onto the couch.
“Uh, I’m gonna eat you out, obviously.” She rolled her eyes like Max had just asked the stupidest question. “Gotta return the favor.”
“You—oh, okay—”
Max’s head fell back against the couch, a hand digging into Chloe’s hair as the broad length of her tongue ran across her entrance. And if she hadn’t been thoroughly soaked before, she definitely was now.
Her nerves were electrified when Chloe’s lips wrapped around her clit, lightly sucking at the sensitive bundle as she used two fingers to spread her open. A string of low curses fell from behind Max’s clenched teeth, her hips straining to reach more and more of Chloe’s agile tongue as it worked her closer to completion.
Just as she felt the onset of her orgasm, her walls constricting around the teasing tip of Chloe’s tongue, she pulled away, leaving Max gasping for air and squirming against the hold on her legs.
“What—why’d you stop?” Max made a keening noise, not caring how desperate she sounded.
Chloe swirled her tongue around her core, lapping at the wetness that spilled from her. “Hm, what did you say earlier? Please be rough? Yeah, you should do that.”
A warm flush crept up Max’s neck, so she shoved Chloe’s head down to where she needed her most, ignoring her girlfriend’s quiet laughter that soon turned to a satisfied hum as Max tightened her hand in a fist atop Chloe’s hair.
If she wanted rough, Max could do rough. Maybe. She could at least try.
She scrapped her nails against Chloe’s scalp, coaxing a strangled moan out of her that thrummed against Max’s clit and sent another rush of arousal pouring onto her tongue. Each time Chloe moved to pull away, Max tugged her back into place, grinding against her as her tongue plunged in and out, until it mostly felt like she was fucking herself with Chloe’s mouth, instead of the other way around.
“Fuck, right there,” Max gasped, one hand reaching behind her own head to hold onto the armrest for support.
Her heels dug into Chloe’s back, her thighs clenching tight around her ears until she worried that Chloe might not be able to breathe. But her mind was pulled away from the thought as the pulsing of her core grew to an unbearable level and Max crashed over the shore with a ragged sigh, loosening her grasp on Chloe’s hair as her body sank into the cushions.
It took only seconds before Max’s eyes drifted closed in relaxation, a pleasant buzz rising in her bones as Chloe’s weight settled on top of her like a blanket, warm and soft and comforting. She could feel the beating of Chloe’s heart where their bare chests pressed together, always in sync, always connected, like their skin and blood didn’t matter, just the souls that filled their bodies.
Breaking their silence with all the tact of a roaring train, Chloe pressed an open mouthed kiss against her chest as she said, “More.”
For a moment, Max didn’t think she’d heard her correctly, the gears in her head still spinning slow and lethargic. But Chloe cupped against her waist, dragging her back to the present moment with a hungry kiss against her lips that lasted for long enough that she grew dizzy just before they broke apart.
Max felt a twinge deep inside herself, a pleasant tightening of her already well-used muscles. “You want more? How?”
“I always want more,” Chloe clarified, licking at the sweat that had cooled against Max’s neck. “I could have you every day and it’d never be too much.”
“You do have me every day.” Max tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a raspy sigh when Chloe bit down against her pulse point.
“So, what? You wanna stop?”
“…I didn’t say that.”
“That’s what I thought,” Chloe replied. “Now stand up. I’m too old to be fucking you on the couch like this.”
Max stuck out her bottom lip, shifting her hips and curling a hand around Chloe’s jaw until she was the only thing in her line of sight. “Can’t you help?”
Though Chloe kept her stern expression, Max could see right through the facade. She pulled Max into her arms and lifted her into the air, heavy hands clutched under her ass to keep her upright.
She led them towards the bedroom, stumbling only when Max teased and sucked against the side of her throat, drawing patterns against Chloe’s back with the blunt edges of her fingernails. But even that wasn’t enough; Max wanted to make things harder on her.
“Such a good boy,” she whispered into Chloe’s ear.
And Chloe let go of the breath she’d been holding with a low sigh, kicking open the door and setting Max roughly onto the bed. She landed on messy blankets and soft pillows, arms raising to pull Chloe back on top of her, where their lips found each other with a fiery heat.
For awhile, they savored the feel of each other, hands stroking skin and lips roaming the planes of their bodies, until the thick tension of the bedroom grew too tangible to fight off any longer and Max was consumed by the depth of her desire.
She hissed and tightened a hand in Chloe’s hair when she sucked Max’s nipple into her mouth, teasing the sensitive peak with the edge of her teeth. A violent desperation ignited in her chest as Chloe swirled her tongue around the erect flesh, licking and nipping at it like she was starving, fingertips teasing at her other breast.
“Fuck, Chloe, I need—” Max couldn’t stop the way her legs tensed together, doing anything she could to satiate the pulsing between her thighs.
Letting out a huff, Chloe used a knee to spread Max’s legs apart, revealing the aching wetness of her core, still flushed from earlier.
“Beautiful,” Chloe whispered, fingers dancing through her folds and feeling the swollen pulse as Max drew her in closer. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
On any other night, the admission would’ve made Max melt into herself, a fierce blush running up her cheeks. But she was too far gone to do anything other than grab hold of the toy strapped between Chloe’s legs and touch it against her entrance, already aching to feel the stretch of it again.
“Please,” she asked, fingers scratching against the middle of Chloe’s shoulders, right where she knew she liked it. “Just fuck me.”
“Have you earned it?” Chloe flicked her tongue against Max’s nipple again, just light enough for her to cry out in frustration.
“Chloe, don’t be a tease,” she rambled, a tight coil threatening to snap within herself, even as her girlfriend maintained her own perfect sense of composure. “I promise I’ll be good for you.”
Chloe moaned when Max tugged at the hair on the back of her neck, her own hands exploring the length of Max’s thighs in teasing strokes, still refusing to give her what she asked for, keeping her on the edge of anticipation like that was the real game she’d been playing the entire time.
“God, you’re…gonna kill me like that, Max.”
But Max knew how to ruin her. She knew how to get what she wanted — what she needed.
Cupping a hand around Chloe’s jaw, Max tugged her closer until their lips were brushing against each other. There, she notched the strap against herself, giving it gentle strokes as it pressed against her dripping core, wishing it was real.
“Please, daddy—”
Chloe’s mouth crashed into hers with a groan as their tongues met in a heated dance. With nothing more than a dangerous flash in her eyes as they pulled apart, Chloe languidly slid inside from base to hilt, clutching a hand against the sides of Max’s throat for leverage, not strong enough to hurt her, but with enough pressure that she felt herself involuntarily tighten around the toy.
“Is this what you wanted?” Chloe panted as she kept the rhythm of her hips slow and even with strong, deep thrusts.
“Yes, god, yes.”
Max urged her on as her hands traveled to Chloe’s waist, digging into her hipbones to pull herself closer. Her mouth fell open, fingers scrambling for purchase against Chloe’s skin as she thrust upwards to fuck herself on the toy.
Even despite Chloe’s unhurried, leisurely pace, each hard snap of her hips forced a pleading moan to fall from Max’s throat.
The intense pressure of the toy dragging against her inner walls had her arching off the bed, neck straining to the side in hopes of enticing Chloe to bite against the flushed skin there.
“Faster, daddy, I—fuck—” Max broke off into a whine, a harsh throb aching between her legs as Chloe slammed forward.
Falling into her own desires, Chloe’s hot tongue licked a trail from Max’s collarbone to ear, her own breathing labored as she pressed a hand down against Max’s hips to keep her still, to keep her right where she wanted her, helpless against Chloe’s movements.
“Not so fast, Max. You wouldn’t want me to stop, would you?”
To make good on her threat, Chloe pulled back until just the tip remained inside, where Max felt herself clench around the sudden emptiness.
“No, please, don’t pull out,” Max begged. Her hips canted up, craving it more than she could put into words, but Chloe’s hand kept her firmly in place against the mattress.
“Yeah? You need me to fuck you?” Chloe lifted Max’s hips until she was seated firmly inside her, repositioning them to where she pressed Max down into the mattress, bending over her. “You want me to give you a baby?”
Max frantically nodded, her cheeks hot as tears budded at the corners of her eyes. She was wound up tighter than a spring, ready to explode at just the slightest touch, if only Chloe would keep going, would keep fucking her like she belonged to her.
“Yes, harder, fuck me harder—” Swept up in the moment, her back arched, lifting herself where her breasts moved with each impact of their thrusts together.
More than anything, Max loved seeing the raw hunger reflected on Chloe’s face, the way her jaw tensed as she concentrated on not losing herself before Max found her own release, the way her eyes roamed Max’s body like a wildfire consuming anything it could touch.
Max raked her nails down Chloe’s back, a dull ache spreading through her core with each quivering stroke forward. Above her, Chloe’s mouth fell open, both hands grasping at Max’s waist as the toy stretched her out. She dug her fingers into Max’s skin, leaving red circles she knew would still be there in the morning — but the twinging jolt of pain only spurred her closer to the end.
“Daddy, please,” Max pleaded, words falling from her mouth without any thought behind them. “Please, put a baby in me—”
“God, Max…” Chloe lifted Max’s leg higher to drive deeper, the new angle sending stars dancing behind her eyes, the swell of her orgasm reaching her with a fragile fury.
She felt a rush of wetness spill around the length after a sudden spasm, dripping down to soak into the sheets below, but Chloe kept going, kept the steady pump of her hips until a stifled groan fell from her throat and her body slowly stilled.
Max could hardly breathe, could hardly move, could hardly think of anything other than holy fucking shit, but Chloe was there to catch her, sucking Max’s bottom lip against her own and stealing the air from her lungs as they both came back down.
Chloe wordlessly soothed her with the soft, comfortably intimate press of their hips together, then gently removed the strap from Max and unlatched it, tossing it to the floor to clean up later.
And, god, they’d have to clean the entire apartment now. Not even considering the fact that the sheets were thoroughly ruined, she’d never be able to look at their poor couch the same way again.
But it was worth it.
The sound of their shared sighs was the only sound that filled the room as they both collapsed down onto the bed, limbs tangled together as they struggled to find the energy to speak.
Eventually, as she always did, Chloe spoke first. “Hey, Max?” She tossed an arm behind her head, lounging back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. All she was missing was a cigarette hanging from her lips.
“Hm?” Max cracked her eyes open only a bit, still pleasantly dazed. She tugged the blanket from the foot of the bed and draped it over them both, making herself comfortable beneath the soft cotton.
“You tired yet?”
“Mhm.”
“Kay.” Chloe kissed against her temple, smoothing down her sweaty, ruffled hair. “Could you…uh. Call me that again sometime?”
Max’s face felt hot at the memory. “What, daddy?”
“No, the other—” Chloe stopped herself, clearing her throat and looking away, a matching pink tinge across her cheeks just like Max had. “Well, yeah, that too. But…”
“Oh.” Max realized from just the look on her girlfriend’s face, her own heart soaring at the sight. She stroked a hand down the center of Chloe’s chest, savoring the feel of her sweat kissed skin and lithe muscles. “You mean good boy?”
Chloe didn’t say anything else, but she nodded.
“You’re so cute sometimes,” Max said through a growing smile.
“Just sometimes, huh?”
“Don’t push it.”
Chloe’s reserved expression made way for a shameless grin. “Or what?”
Without further warning, she tackled Max back onto the mattress, kissing any part of her she could reach between Max’s halfhearted attempts to get her to stop.
“Chloe, come on,” Max huffed, giggling despite herself. She turned herself onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow. “I’m, like, so sore you wouldn’t believe.”
“Dude, you think you’re sore? Try grinding against a piece of hard plastic for hours. It’s not for the weak, my bruises are gonna have bruises.”
Max gave her a pitying look that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Then fingers trailed a soothing path down her still shaky thighs, where Chloe’s hot kisses turned affectionate against the column of her throat.
“Fine, fine, you’re off the hook this time,” Chloe relented. “I’ll buy you a Plan B tomorrow?”
A muffled laugh sounded from where Max laid against the pillow and she gave a weak kick against Chloe’s leg. “Shut the fuck up. You’re ridiculous.”
She kept her foot pressed against the warmth of Chloe’s skin beneath the blanket, peaking out at her with flushed cheeks. Something lingered at the tip of her tongue; something raw and real and so big that it had the potential to blow up everything good in their lives. But Max voiced it anyway, willingly giving it the power to ruin her.
“Actually, what if…what if we did have a kid?”
Chloe looked down at herself before shooting Max a strange look, halfway between bashful and brazen. “We’re missing a very vital piece of the equation here.” She used a hand to make a wide gesture between her legs. “I know I’m good, but I’m not that good. But, hey, I’m always down to keep trying.”
“No, you dork.” Max dug her toes into the muscle of Chloe’s leg, tickling her as long as she could before Chloe pinned the offending limb to the bed, both of their cheeks now flushed from more than just sex.
“We could do it some other way,” Max added. “I’ve been reading.”
They’d been together for a decade, and had been best friends for even longer. So, sure, Max had done some research. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be a parent, not when she had the love of her life at her side. And Chloe would really, truly make the best mom.
“You’ve been reading about how to make a baby? Max…”
Max rolled her eyes and ignored the smug look on Chloe’s face. “Don’t make it weird.”
“Sorry, sorry. It’s not weird.” Chloe relaxed down against the mattress. She stroked a hand along the side of Max’s jaw, down past her shoulders and across her chest before she settled a palm against the flat of Max’s stomach. Butterflies danced beneath her touch, electric and full of promise. “I love you. I’d love to have a kid with you.”
She kissed her lightly on the forehead, so gentle that it was hard to believe what they’d been doing just minutes before.
“Seriously?” Max asked. “Like, you’re not just joking around?”
Chloe laughed, soft and sweet. “Yeah, Max. Seriously. Bring on the babies.”
Max touched her own hand against the back of Chloe’s, pressing them both against her stomach and intertwining their fingers as she gave her a loving peck on the lips. When Chloe leaned in to capture her in another earnest kiss, Max turned her head to the side for it to land on her cheek instead.
A strange sense of pride rose in her as she leapt to her feet, a newfound energy inspiring her to get moving. She ruffled the top of Chloe’s hair like how she always did to Max when she wanted to tease her.
“Great,” Max said with a cheeky smile. “Our first appointment is Monday.”
Chloe blinked at her with a dazed look on her face. “Uh. Wait. What?”
But Max had already turned on her heel and made her way to the bathroom, leaving behind a sputtering Chloe alone on the bed.