by Helen Cooper
Maxwell stared back at her wordlessly, allowing her to make all the moves. She pulled his shirt off and waited for him to do something but he just smiled at her, as if to tell her that the show was all hers. She pushed her breasts up against his chest and leaned forward to kiss him. She kissed his lips and then all over his face and finally down his neck and to his pecs. She licked his nipples and kissed down his stomach to the top of his trousers. She moved over to the side of him and undid his pants, fumbling with the button and rubbing his crotch through his pants. She smiled as she heard his intake of breath and then pulled his trousers off. He was wearing a white pair of boxer briefs and his cock looked hard and stiff as if it were fighting to break loose of his Calvin Klein’s. She decided to keep his briefs on for now and got back on top of him.
He looked at her with narrowed eyes and moved to pull his briefs off. “No.” She stopped him and moved his hand away. “This is my turn.” She smiled at him shyly and leaned toward him to kiss him again as she positioned herself on top of him. She felt his covered cock between her legs and started grinding herself against him as she kissed him hard. After a few minutes, Maxwell could no longer contain himself and she felt his hands on her ass, moving her up and down on him faster and harder. She felt her pussy pushed into him so hard that she could barely stand not actually feeling him skin to skin. She quickly stood up and pulled her thong off and pulled his briefs down. She got back down to straddle him and positioned his naked throbbing, hard cock between her legs and continued grinding on him.
He groaned and pulled her towards him as she teased him with her naked body, sliding along his cock. “Sophie,” he moaned into her ear and she paused as she felt the tip of his cock enter her pussy. “Please.” He grabbed her ass to push her down on him but she wriggled away and smiled at him. She continued sliding up and down on him and felt her pussy grow heavy and wet. She wanted to feel him inside of her badly but she also wanted to tease him.
Before she knew what was happening, Maxwell had flipped her onto her back and his long, hard cock was sliding into her with force. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he growled into her ear and she complied relishing the feeling of his cock in her hard and deep. He fucked her with abandon, thrusting in and out of her with such force that she felt like she was going to burst into a million pieces from the wonderful complete feeling he was giving her. He then rolled over so that she was on top and grinned up at her. “Fuck me, now, Sophie.”
She looked down at him and started to swivel her hips. She felt his cock in different parts of her body and she started moving with even more abandon until she was bouncing up and down on his cock with fervor. She closed her eyes as he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit as she rode him. She had never felt such intensity before and screamed as she felt one his fingers also pinching her nipples. Her whole body felt frazzled and she felt her pussy trembling on his cock, as she was about to come. His fingers started rubbing her clit fervently as she rode his cock. She found herself slamming down onto him harder and harder, wanting to feel his cock and his fingers between her legs as she came furiously, collapsing on him from exhaustion as her juices flowed. She lay there for a few seconds before feeling herself getting wet again. His fingers were still playing with her clit and he grinned at her as he moved her hips back and forth on his still hard cock. He pushed her off him and pushed her to the ground on her knees before he came up behind her and entered her again. She felt him slam into her from behind while grabbing her breasts. Then she felt him pull out of her, flip her onto her back and spurt his cum all over her mouth and breasts.
She licked her lips and was surprised that she enjoyed the taste of his cum on her mouth. He looked down at her with a devilish smile and moved his cock towards her mouth. “Why don’t you lick it clean?” He grunted down at her before he stuck his cock in her mouth. She took it eagerly and sucked the tip like it was a lollipop, trying to get every last drop out of him. She felt him growing hard in her mouth and she continued to suck hard, hoping to make love to him again. He pulled himself out of her mouth and bent down to kiss her.
“No.” He smiled at her. “No more.”
She pouted and looked at him in disappointment. She was still feeling horny.
“I’ve been a bad influence on you.” He grinned half-heartedly. “Let’s just watch some TV and chat.”
“I don’t want to watch TV.”
“Put this on.” He gave her his shirt and he pulled on his briefs. He grabbed her panties away from her as she went to put them on. “No.” He smirked. “You don’t need those.” He threw them across the room and grabbed his phone. “Let’s order some food: Italian, Chinese or Sushi?”
“I don’t want food.” Sophie glared at him, while delighting in the feel of his shirt next to her.
“Sophie.” His voice was low and warning.
“Chinese, please.” She sighed and her stomach growled. “Sweet and sour pork with fried rice and egg drop soup.”
“That sounds good.” He kissed her on the nose and called in the order.
“Hey Maxwell,” she called him over to him softly. “What did you call me for earlier today?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He looked at her grimly.
“I want to know.” She caught his eye and kept it.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy the night, okay?” He pulled her towards him and kissed her forehead. “Now let’s watch TV.”
They settled in front of the TV and watched Chopped. Sophie snuggled up to Maxwell and pictured this being her everyday life.
“Eww, that looks gross.” Maxwell’s voice jolted her out of her daydream of them as a happy family.
“Yeah. I hate liver.” She looked at the screen and smiled. The contestants had to make a desert with liver and white chocolate.
“I know.” He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. “I remember that summer you grabbed a big bite and stuffed it in your mouth.”
“Only because I thought it was steak.” She laughed.
“Only, it wasn’t a big juicy filet.” He laughed along with her. “It was a nasty piece of liver.”
“And I spat it into my serviette when no one was looking.”
“And then you threw it into the toilet and clogged it up.”
“And you lied for me and said it was you.” She smiled up at him. “That was super nice of you, Maxwell.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to get in trouble.” He smiled down at her.
“I know.” She grinned. “And then that night, I snuck to your room and shared my Snickers bar with you.”
“And scared my girlfriend out of the room.”
“You weren’t supposed to have girls in your room.”
“Well, when you are nineteen, you will sneak in as many girls as you can.” He laughed and started tickling her. “I should really get you back for all the girls you scared out of my room by sneaking up in the middle of the night.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have become my confidant.” She shrieked with laughter as he tickled under her arms and rolled around on the couch. She felt his hands still and he pulled her towards him.
“Am I still your confidant, Sophie?” He stared into her big green eyes, searching for an answer.
“No.” She bit her lip. “Well, kinda.”
He sighed. “I want to know something.” He played with her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
“Ok.”
“So the guy you told me about back in Winterside. Do you still love him?”
She looked at him in confusion. “What guy?”
“The guy you wrote about. The one who made you sad.”
“Oh.” She looked away and played with the hair on his chest.
“Is that a yes?” His voice sounded sad and she turned to look at him, something in his voice made her heart start racing.
“No.” She paused. “Well, yes. I still love the guy I wrote about.”
“Oh, okay.” He pulled away from her. “He
’s a fool.”
It was in that moment that Sophie did what she should have done that first night. She pulled him towards her and caressed his forehead. “He is a fool, Max. But that fool is you.”
He looked at her in confusion and suddenly a light appeared in his eyes as he realized what she had said. “You love me, Sophie?” His voice was disbelieving.
She looked down, embarrassed that her secret was now out. “Yes. Yes. I love you.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him pull away from her. She felt bereft and saddened at his withdrawal from her. He stood up and started pacing back and forth.
“I have to go.” He turned to look at her with bleak eyes.
“Whatever.” She turned away from him too hurt to pretend anymore.
“Sophie, please.” His voice was pleading.
“What?” she screamed at him. “What do you want from me, Maxwell? You sleep with me. Treat me like shit. Sleep with me again. Treat me like shit again and now you want to leave after I tell you I love you.”
He stood there with a scared look on his face. She laughed manically. “Now you think I’m having a breakdown or something right. Well you can fuck off Maxwell Van Harkel. Fuck off and don’t come back.” She screamed at him with tears running down her face and she started hitting his chest as he walked towards her and took her into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Sophie. I didn’t realize.” He looked at her with pain in his eyes. “I didn’t want this to happen.” He held her close to him and she sobbed into his chest. She felt exhausted and tired and she no longer wanted to deal with all the thoughts in her head.
“It’s okay.” She finally lifted her weary head and stared at him. “You can go now. I’m okay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t want this anymore, Max.” She sighed. “You make me feel used.”
“What?” He looked at her like a wounded deer. “That’s never been my intention, Sophie.”
“It doesn’t matter. Please Max.” She yawned and Max felt his heart soften as he stared at the helpless and tired girl he had loved for as long as he could remember.
“No. I’m not going.” He picked her up into his arms, his hands resting against her naked pussy and carried her to the bed.
“Max.” She squirmed in his arms until his fingers were crushed against her clit. She sighed and tried to stop herself from rubbing herself gently against his fingers. The touch of him in her most intimate spot was almost too much to take and she felt herself growing wet.
Max smiled to himself as he carried her to her room. He knew what she was doing but pretended to ignore it. He shifted her in his arms, pretending to get a better balance on her but he was really readjusting his fingers so they were splayed directly against her pussy. The next time she shifted to adjust herself, one of his fingers pushed into her pussy opening and she squealed out. “Max.”
“Yes?” He shifted her again and this time he stuck another finger into her so that he was slowly fingering her as he carried her. He could hear her start to moan and he lay her down carefully on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing.” She looked up at him wordlessly waiting to see what he was going to do next.
“Close your eyes.” He ordered her and stuck his fingers in her again. She obeyed him and spread her legs open. He fingered her and pulled his briefs down, allowing his hardened cock out of its cage. He removed his fingers and slid himself into her and her eyes popped open.
“Oh.” She mouthed at him as he slowly pushed his cock into her deeply and then withdrew it again. She watched as he pulled it out and allowed the tip to rest on her clit. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down on her clit until he could feel it throbbing and then he slowly entered her again, allowing her pussy lips to tighten around him as he pushed his way into her. He continued entering her slowly and withdrawing from her until she groaned. She reached up and pulled him down on the bed.
She sat on top of him and guided his cock into her and then she rode him hard and fast, until this time they both exploded in passion together. She collapsed on top of him and kissed his chest as she fell asleep. He waited until she had fallen asleep to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him.
“I love you too, Sophie.” He whispered to her softly. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 12
Sophie kept her eyes closed when she awoke. She had had the most marvelous dream and she didn’t want to wake up out of that world. She had been sitting on the front porch of a house in a rocking chair with a baby girl on her lap. In the front garden, there were two young boys throwing a ball with their dad, her husband—Maxwell. After the game, they had all come running up to the porch to beg for cookies and milk and Max had taken the baby from her and kissed her. She had kissed him back with passion and seen the love and devotion shining from his eyes before they had walked into the house. And then she had woken up. She wanted to go back to the reality of her dreams. If only, there was a way for her to do that.
She felt an arm snake around her stomach and she stilled as she remembered that Maxwell was here with her. Only the circumstances were very different from her dream. She wondered how long it would take him to act like a jerk this morning. She could almost laugh at the shock in his face last night after she had told him she loved him. He had looked like a deer in headlights. She would always remember his face the night he broke her heart. She was a fool. She wished she hadn’t told him she loved him; at least then, she would still have her self-respect.
As she felt his hand move up to her breast, she jerked away from him and jumped out of the bed. She walked quickly to the bathroom without looking at him and turned on the shower. The dream had made her realize that she didn’t want to play this cat and mouse game with Maxwell anymore. It wasn't fair to her. She wasn't going to let him sleep with her and take Alexis to dinner. She deserved better. She vowed to herself that she would be strong from here on out. As she washed her hair, she thought about Ella and wished that she could talk to her. Ella didn't even know that she was pregnant. She had a feeling that Ella wouldn't be shocked. She seemed to be in the middle of her own scandalous affair. Sophie felt positive that Ella was sleeping with Joseph, and it made her immensely sad; her friend was too sweet to be a mistress.
“Sophie.” Maxwell banged on the door. “Are you nearly done? I have to leave soon.”
“Of course you do,” she mumbled as she washed the shampoo out of her hair.
“Sophie.” He banged hard again. “Please open up. I have to leave in five minutes.”
Sophie ignored him and starting humming to herself. After a few minutes, the banging stopped and the room went silent. A few seconds later, she heard the front door bang shut and she scrubbed her skin until it was a tingling red. She felt the tears running out of her eyes. Tears that she didn't even know she was holding in until they were streaming down her face. She had secretly hoped that Maxwell would try harder, that he would wait for her to get out of the shower so that they could talk. That maybe he would tell her that he loved her too, maybe even propose to her so that they could be a family like in her dream. Her mind flashed back to the headline she had seen the day before that declared that he was in engaged to Alexis.
As she walked back into her empty room, she stared at the tousled sheets and clothes on the floor and she knew that something wasn’t adding up. If he loved Alexis so much, why was he coming to spend the night with her? And they hadn’t yet had a conversation about the baby, at least not a serious one.
She sighed as her phone started ringing and she saw it was Maxwell. She was going to ignore it but anger got the better of her and she grabbed the phone. “What?” she snarled upset.
“Whoa, what happened to you, Soph?” His voice was soft.
“Nothing. I’m just surprised you are calling me so soon. You normally fuck me and bail for at least 24 hours.”
“What?” He sounded confused.
“After you
bed me, you don’t talk to me for at least 24 hours.” She spoke slowly. “Comprende?”
Maxwell sighed, “Sophie, it’s not what you think, wait hold on a second.” Maxwell covered the phone with his hand and Sophie could hear a woman’s voice in the background. She pressed the phone as hard as she could into her ear so that she could hear the conversation better but all of the words sounded muffled.
“Sophie?” Maxwell came back to the phone; this time is tone was brusque. “We need to talk. There are some things we need to sort out.”