“Are you judging me, Max Majors?” I ask playfully.
He shakes his head, resting a hand on my bare thigh, my shorts riding up my leg. My body warms to his touch, my pulse quickening, my pussy hot.
God, I’ve been dreaming of this exact thing for so long. Ever since I first figured out how to get myself off back in junior high, I've fantasized that it was Max who was touching me. With his big hands and broad shoulders, taking control of me. Reigning in my wild heart, my untamed desire.
“I would never judge you, Kendall.”
I look over at him, his eyes soulful, honest. His jaw chiseled and so kissable. His forearms muscular, his body a piece of perfection. And when he walks away from me, every single time, my core tightens. He put the booty in bootyogomy. And tonight, he is mine.
“You’ve always been too good to me,” I say, thinking about all those times he has had my back. All those times I needed him to bail me out.
He squeezes my thigh. Hard. “Not tonight,” he says. “Tonight, I’m not playing nice.” He pulls up to his house before I can unbuckle myself and rip off his jeans, giving him the blow job I’ve been thinking about for nearly a decade.
His home is modest but perfect. Green grass, a picket fence - the childhood home he never had. His single mom was a drunk his whole life and she died when he was in high school.
He lived with us for a year after that.
A year where I would dream about him accidentally sleepwalking into my bed.
It never happened, but God, I wished it had.
Now, though, that fantasy seems to be coming true.
Chapter Three
Max
The moment she’s in my house all I can think about is getting her out of those skimpy shorts and crop top. I’ve been imagining this moment for a decade - ever since I started jacking off as a horny teenager, it’s been her and her only. My secret desire.
Those perky tits that seemed to grow overnight had my cock hard as a rock. That round ass she seems to always have in my face causes cum to coat the tip of my cock with a single goddamn glance. And that itty-bitty waist, with hips that were made to hold onto, gives me an instant boner every time she walks into a room.
And tonight, I made a move. The move I’ve been too scared to make for a long ass time.
I don’t want to hurt her, but hell, I’ve got to have her.
“What are we waiting for?” she asks, that saucy tone telling me that this is just about sex for her.
And if that means I can sink my thick cock in her tight little pussy, then I will play along. It has to be just about sex. Or both of us will come out of this crushed. And the last thing I ever want to do is hurt her. Grady and Kendall are the only family I have. Which is why this is such a huge deal.
“Max?” she asks, watching me.
“Come here,” I say, and I close the front door. Locking it tight. Then I turn to the girl I’ve always wanted and pulled her into my arms.
For a split-second, before I kiss her, I see a longing I’ve never seen before in Kendall’s eyes.
But then she closes her eyelids and I draw her mouth to mine, and I kiss her like I’ve always dreamed about.
Her lips are softer than I imagined, her tongue gliding over mine. We explore one another’s mouths with my hard cock between us and growing hunger in my chest. God, I need her naked, spread out on my bed. Her ripe pussy mine for licking.
“Max,” she whimpers, her hand running over my cock that presses against my jeans with a force to be reckoned with.
I look down at her, my hand on her cheek, her ass. “What is it?” I ask.
“I’m just so hot for you,” she tells me.
It’s not the confession, the one I’d really love to hear - that she’s been picturing this moment as long as I have. But I’ll take it, nonetheless. She wants me to fuck her and so I will.
I pull her into my bedroom, her lips swollen from the hallway kiss and she looks around.
“I’ve never been in your room before,” she says, running her hand over my bedspread, taking in the space with new eyes. “It’s so organized, so ...”
“Boring?”
She laughs, opening my closet, as if trying to see if there are any secrets hiding. She leans in, inhaling my uniforms. “Everything smells like you,” she says. My balls tighten at her words. “I love the way your ass looks when you wear your cop clothes.”
I smirk. “You like a man in uniform, is that it?”
She shakes her head, stepping toward me, pulling off her top as she does. She’s not wearing a bra, just like I thought, her nipples hard, her tits the perfect size for me to cup.
“No, I like you in uniform.”
I swallow. Hard, as she steps out of her knee socks, unbuttons her shorts, sliding them off. She’s got on a neon yellow thong and it practically glows against her tanned skin.
“Would you like me to put one on and do a little role-playing?” I ask, teasing. My cock is so fucking hard right now that I’m scared I’ll bust my load the moment she slips off that thong, showing me her pretty pink pussy.
She hooks her fingers over the thong, turning so her ass is my view. “No,” she says, slipping it over her wide hips. “I don’t want you in a uniform tonight. I want you in nothing at all.”
She spins around, a naked goddess, and pulls her hair from the high ponytail. Letting her waist length, straight blonde hair spill over her shoulders.
I step toward her, wanting to pick her up, off the ground, and fuck her against the wall. But she lifts a finger, shaking it as she shakes her head.
I smile. “I know you’re a bossy girl, Kendall, but I’m gonna tell you what is happening in the bedroom. Understood?”
She licks her lips, crossing her arms. Her tits pressing together. She knows exactly what she’s doing and I fucking love it.
I tug off my belt, undressing quickly, and then step back, stroking my long, thick shaft as she begins to whimper.
“What’s wrong, little one?” I ask, pumping my cock the way it needs. I need to come before I sink into her, because I know it’s going to happen fast. Here she is, in the flesh.
“You’re just ... I just ... God, I’m so horny for you, Max.”
“Good, because my cock is thick for you. You see how hard I am?”
She nods, stepping forward. “Can I touch?” She lowers her chin, lifting her eyes. Looking demure and so sweet but I know deep down she’s a wild one.
“Yes, you may,” I tell her. “Get down on your knees.”
She drops her head back, moaning with delight as if I’ve just given her the lollipop she’s always wanted to lick.
Taking me in her hands, she begins to stroke me the way I need. Her mouth opens and she takes me, those full lips suctioning around my stiff cock and I groan, loving the way it feels to get head from the girl I’ve always wanted. And damn, on her knees, naked, and willing, if I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s wanted this a long ass time too.
But that's just my heart talking - dangerous thinking.
Right now, this is no make-believe scenario. This is real. Kendall is giving me a BJ in my bedroom. And damn, it feels good.
She rolls my balls in her hand as she sucks me hard, and I run my fingers through her silken hair and ease my cock deeper into her mouth. She gags and I pull back, but she doesn’t resist. She takes me as deep as she can until she’s bouncing on her knees, loving this as much as my throbbing cock loves it. Which is a whole fucking lot.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, and she begins to suck me off with renewed gusto.
I come, hard, spurting my release into her warm mouth, and she keeps sucking me, my cum sliding down her throat as I finish.
“You okay?” I ask as she pulls back, licking her lips. A huge smile is pasted on her face and I grin, helping her to stand.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile,” she says with a laugh and I wonder just how long she’s wanted it.
Before I can ask, or dra
g her into my bed, my work cell starts ringing. “Shit, I have to take that,” I say when I see the number, reaching for it before walking into the hallway. If I stay here and look at her perfect tits, I won’t be able to concentrate.
A minute later, I end the call, dreading walking back into the room.
“You have to go?” she asks, already reaching for her clothes.
“I’m sorry, they need back up. A car crash on Route 6.”
“It’s fine,” she says, dressing quickly. “Duty calls.”
“I can drop you off at home on my way.” I reach in my closet for a fresh uniform.
She nods, smiling. “Okay, but I’m watching you get dressed.”
I laugh. “Does that mean you’re not mad?”
She comes up behind me, squeezing my butt. “Max, I’d only be mad if you said this bootyogomous relationship was over. So long as I’m the only girl you call for a blowjob, we’re good.”
Chapter Four
Kendall
My body is on fire after Max drops me off. I walk into my apartment and clean it top to bottom in a frenzied, manic response to having gotten on my knees for Max Major.
Was that real life, even?
I’m still feeling a little shaky over the whole thing. I wake the next morning with a massive smile on my face and throbbing need between my legs. I roll over in my bed, the one that has clean sheets for the first time all month, and reach into my side table for my vibe. I turn it on, but quickly realize I don’t even need the battery-operated boy-toy. My mind is going faster than that motor could. My fingers bring me to release the same moment I replay Max’s cum sliding down my throat.
Later, I walk into the skating rink with a dazed smile on my face, my body jelly and my pussy nice and warmed up for whenever my booty-call sends me a text inviting me over. Or maybe, this time, he can come to my place. It’s nice and clean now and I can show him I’m all grown-up. I smile as I enter the break room, thinking of the way he called me little one last night. It turned me on, him taking control like that. It was so not the Max I know.
The Max I know is always so polite, so appropriate. Naked Max was naughty. Kinda kinky. And I liked it. A lot.
“What’s your deal?” Peyton asks, laughing as I toss my bag on the futon. “You look like you just won tickets to see P!nk live.” Her eyes widen. “Wait, did you?”
I laugh and shake my head. We’ve both been obsessed with her music since we were teenagers. Almost as long as my obsession with Max.
“Then it must be option number two, you got laid,” she teases.
“Nope,” I say, lifting my ass onto the counter and grabbing licorice from one of the containers. “Well, not yet anyway.”
That has her brows lifting, and she grabs the licorice from me before I can take a bite. “Okay, spill. Who...oh. Wait. You went home with—”
“Max.” The grin that stretches across my face is almost painful. “Yep.”
“And...” she motions for me to continue, waving the licorice at me, and I pluck it back, taking a bite.
“He kissed me, and then I gave him a blow job—”
“What?” she interrupts. “Oh my god, Kendall. And then what?”
I shrug. “Then he got called into work.”
“Oh.” She lets out a breath, deflated.
I laugh. “It was fine. I’ll make sure he makes it up to me next time.”
“So, what does this mean. Are you two a thing?”
“No. It’s just...hooking up.” I smile, even though when I say it, it leaves me feeling a bit empty. Not because of Max, but because I want so much more.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean I’m all for no strings attached sex, but this is...Max. You’ve been in love with him—”
“You can’t tell him that. Ever.”
“Why not?”
“Because we made a pact. We’ll do this...whatever it is, until one of us starts to have feelings for each other.”
“Um, spoiler alert, but you already broke that rule like ten years ago.”
“I know. But he doesn’t know that.”
“Sweetie,” she says, giving me a worried look. “Just be careful. I like Max. I do. He’s a good guy and he’s always been there to help you out. But has he ever had a serious relationship?”
“No. But I’m not looking for that.” Even I can hear the lie in my voice, but I continue. “I’m young, and I just want to have some fun. What’s it going to hurt to have it with Max?”
“And if Grady finds out?”
“He won’t find out. The only one who knows about this is you.”
“Great.” She sighs. “You know how much I hate secrets.”
“What secret?” Mila asks as she approaches.
“See,” Peyton says, throwing her hands up. “I suck at keeping secrets.”
“Who has a secret?” Camille says, rounding the corner.
“Kendall,” Mila offers.
“Oh, I love a good juicy secret.” Camille is grinning at me. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Max Major.”
I glance at Peyton, who shakes her head. “I haven’t even had time to tell her.”
Camille laughs. “It was a lucky guess. That and I just saw him pacing in the parking lot. Figured something must have happened last night. And after the way he was eye fucking you all evening, I figure the two of you hooked up.”
I sigh. “You can’t tell anyone else. Okay?”
The three of them promise not to say a word, but when Max finally comes in, their giggling gives away that they know.
He’s on duty, dressed in his police uniform, and looking so damn sexy my insides once again turn to mush.
“Hey.” Max rubs the back of his neck as Peyton, Camille, and Mila scatter, but not far enough that they can’t overhear our conversation. “I wanted to check on you. See...” He glances around at my friends, looking uncomfortable. “Can we talk somewhere private?”
I take his hand and lead him to the back office. As soon as the door is shut, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
He chuckles against my mouth. “I guess that answers my question.”
“What question?”
“If you still wanted to do this.”
I pull back and raise my brows at him. “I swear, if you came here to break off our bootyogomy before it even started, I’ll—”
This time it’s him who kisses me. Hard. Needy. Desperate. He lifts me up so that I’m straddling him, and my back is pressed against the door. I moan, running my fingers through his hair.
“Shit,” he growls against my lips. “You make me lose control, Kendall.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, nipping at his jaw playfully.
“It is when I’m supposed to be on duty.” He groans, kissing me again. “I could lay you out on that desk and fuck you right now.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He breathes out a harsh breath. “No.” Slowly, he sets me down. “I want our first time to be...”
I grin up at him. “To be what?”
His jaw clenches. “Special.”
I chuckle. “Careful Major, or I might start thinking you’re getting all sentimental on me.”
He doesn’t laugh, and I see something in his gaze that I can’t interpret before he coughs and takes a step back. “You know me better than that.”
Yeah, I do.
“I came to ask what you’re doing tonight?”
“Waiting around for a booty call from this sexy police officer I’ve been dying to hook up with.”
He grins, and damn it makes my belly flip-flop. “My place?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Mine. But let’s make it an early evening thing, okay?”
His eyebrows lift. “Uh, sure, need me to bring anything?”
I smack his butt before walking out of the office, leaving him to adjust his hard-on before following me out. “I’ll grab dinner. You get the beer. Oh, and,” I turn, giving him a dimpled grin, “how ‘bout you bring
those handcuffs you’re always carrying around?”
Chapter Five
Max
I’m pretty sure a booty call does not usually include flowers and suit and tie, but I was telling Kendall the truth earlier, I want tonight to be special. And maybe that’s a fucked up sign that I’ve already broken one of my rules.
No feelings. No strings.
But of course there are feelings and strings. She isn’t just any woman. She’s Kendall.
So I have a dozen pink roses behind my back, waiting for her to come to the door. And I’m doubting the flowers - the formality of the tie. She wanted a hook-up, not a boyfriend. But here I am auditioning for the part for the first time in my whole damn life.
The second she opens the door, in a goddamn hot pink bathrobe that barely covers her ass, I forget why the hell I was worried. Her smile is like sunlight, warm and inviting, and those eyes, always full of mischief, are locked on me now, ready for anything. Ready for me.
“Wow, flowers, fancy!” she exclaims, taking them from me and smelling them. “They are so pretty. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say as she opens the door wider for me to pass through.
“Where were you coming from?” she asks, looking me up and down. Considering she’s practically naked, I feel more than a little overdressed.
I should have played it cool - but damn, I’m not sure how many chances I might have with Kendall. I want to make the most of whatever opportunity I have.
I follow her into the kitchen where she reaches for a vase. “I just uh, thought I’d get cleaned up for you, is all.”
She turns to me, her eyes widening as she registers my words. Shock. That is what her look says. Shit.
“Well, uh, that's nice, Max.” She looks down at herself, biting her lip. “Sorry, I just thought we were...”
I step toward her, running a hand through my cropped hair. “No, it’s cool, Kendall, I was just wanting to make sure this was ... that you felt comfortable.”
She lifts her shoulders high, then lets them fall as she exhales, as if she is holding so much back. “If you want me to be comfortable, we should probably be naked. I was plenty comfortable last night.”
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