WARNING: The following chapter contains very explicit sexual content (rough/aggressive sex, semi-forced compliance, etc.) and a HELLA out of character Max Caulfield.
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Max wakes up naturally the next morning, her arms wrapped warmly around Chloe. Her eyes flutter open, squinting in the sunlight peeking past the curtains. She smacks her lips and nuzzles Chloe's shoulder tenderly. "Chloe?"
Chloe shifts, burrowing her face into the pillow as a tired, "Hmm?" comes from her.
Max cranes her neck so she can give her a kiss on the cheek. "G'morning, sleepyhead." She rests her chin on her shoulder and looks at her. She forces down a laugh at the sight of her tired face.
"Morning…" Chloe mumbles. She can't help but smile when Max kisses her cheek. She reaches up and rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand followed by a yawn. "Mmm...what time is it?"
Max twists around to reach for her phone. She checks the time and turns back around to her girlfriend, hugging her again. "Five fifty-nine. I gotta go to school soon."
Chloe tries not to let her disappointment show. The feelings sinks like a rock in her stomach. She hates hearing those words. "Need a ride?"
"That'd be nice." Max squeezes her reassuringly. "I'll be back before you know it, I promise."
Chloe chuckles a bit. "I know."
She turns over in Max's arms to face her properly. She gazes into her eyes for a second before looking at her other features. She enjoys the sight of her messy hair first. Her eyes travel downward. She sincerely wants to just trace her finger over her freckles and pull her in to kiss her lovingly. One more day… she reminds herself. Still, she bites her lip at the the thought and seriously considers giving in to the temptation.
Max smirks. "Oh, I know that face. What're you thinking?"
"How much I want to kiss you right now," Chloe admits. Her voice is just barely a whisper and there's nothing joking about it. She traces her fingers over Max's freckles down to where they end on her back. She's blushing as she confesses: "I really want to touch you, Max."
Max shivers a bit, unsure if it's from the slight chill in the room or the imagery Chloe just painted in her head of her hands and fingers roaming over her clothless body. She decides on both. Her eyes close and her grip around Chloe tightens. "Then do so."
"I can't. You know I can't." A teasing smile tugs at the corner of Chloe's lips. Her voice lightens up. "If only you had thought this through."
Max's eyes narrow into slits. She huffs and pushes Chloe away, rolling over and toppling off the bed and onto the floor. "Meanie."
Chloe scoots over to the edge of the bed and props her head up in her hands. She laughs, smiling down at Max. "Says the one who put the rules in place. Maybe if you had it set for one day or two, I'd be all over you right now. Maybe you wouldn't even make it to school. But nooope." The punk gets up from the bed and heads over to her closet.
Max pulls her knees to her chest and groans. "Shut up…" She shuts her eyes and tries to ignore the dregs of burning pain in her core leftover from the events of yesterday.
Chloe glances over at her before she starts getting undressed, pulling her shirt over her head. She opens the closet and takes a change of clothes off the rack. Smirking, she asks as if everything is cool, "You okay over there?" Despite everything, she's enjoying that she's still able to tease her lover without touching her.
Max whimpers a little. "Jesus Christ, stop it." A hand makes its way between her legs somehow and she gasps softly when it makes contact.
Chloe hears her whimper and looks again in time to see Max's hand moving south. "Aw, is SuperMax horny?" She finished getting dressed and waltzes over to her, crouching down. She leans in close, somehow managing not to touch her. When she speaks, it's a breathy whisper. "I'd help you, but… y'know." She grins and stares at her for a second before standing up. "Ready to go?"
Max grumbles and tries to ignore the shivers that run down her spine at Chloe's whisper. "You're so mean to me…"
"Again, says the one that put the rules in place." Chloe turns around, going for the door, and she glances over her shoulder. "Unless, of course… You want to admit you were wrong and lift the punishment for a few minutes…?"
Max bites her lip, plagued with a whorl of indecision and indecisiveness. She touches around her nether region for a moment and as soon as a finger reaches her clit, she can't help but moan. "Fine… but only a few minutes."
Chloe grins. She's ready to take this quite literally, figuring it's only fair to bestow on her what she did to her. She wastes no time turning around and making her way to Max, the brunette standing up to meet her, with a slight skip in her step. Her arms go around her instantly and she captures her lips in a heated kiss. She backs away only for a second to bend down and hook her arms under her knees and pick her up. She grunts a bit as she lifts the photographer off the ground and quickly positions her against the wall. She ducks her head to start kissing her neck. Max groans pleasurably immediately. Her arms snake around Chloe's neck, holding her tightly.
"Mm…" she hums. Her head tilts back to expose more of her neck, her breath already shortening of what is normal.
Chloe moves her legs to wrap around her and starts moving her hips against hers roughly. She picks her head up to nip at Max's earlobe and moans softly at the friction. Her hands start to wander and find their way to her chest, squeezing gently. Max moans and returns the gruff movement with her own hips. Her throat is parched when she tries to swallow. Chloe's name escapes her lips, no louder than the hollow breath of a wind that's lost its haughty flair. Her hands move up to Chloe's hair, combing through the ocean blue locks and pressing her head closer. Chloe smiles when Max says her name. Her breathing is heavier the more she moves against her. She bites her lip when hands find her hair and kisses Max deeply when she pulls her close. She moves one hand from her chest and it ventures downward. It skims the edge of her pajama bottoms.
Max whimpers when Chloe's hand leaves her chest, and as it brushes against the rim of her pants she gasps and her hips jerk forward. "Fuck…" Her thumb strokes Chloe's cheek gently. She gazes at her through half-closed eyes, whispering with considerable strain, "Don't leave me waiting…"
Chloe's smile only grows wider and, just as her hand slips into her pants, she back away quickly. She sets Max back on the floor and turns away from her, her hips having a certain sway to them as she walks over to the bed and picks up her phone to check the time. Her voice is entirely normal, as if what just occurred didn't happen. "Oh, look at that. Six fifteen. My few minutes are up. We should really get going before you're anymore late."
As soon as she feels her girlfriend's warmth rip away from her, Max lets out a cry of protest. Her mouth is agape as she watches Chloe sashay to the bed. It infuriates her even more when she speaks with a level tone. Completely normal. "F-fuck you."
"I love you, too." Chloe grins at her and grabs the keys to her truck. She heads out the door with the same swagger as before, calling back, "Come on!"
Max gathers her things with her hands shaking heavily. It takes a while for her breathing to settle, but the heat in her cheeks doesn't reside for a while. She can already tell it's going to be a long day.
~Later that day…~
Later in the day, Chloe is downstairs in the kitchen heating up something to eat. She taps her fingers on the counter absently when the microwave beeps. She takes her food out and heads to the living room, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. She glances at the clock. Max should be back soon…
Speaking of the devil, Max slams the front door open a few minutes later in sullen rage. She throws her backpack off to the side and storms off to find Chloe. She finds her sitting on the couch and exhales slowly, telling herself to calm down. Chloe jumps when she hears the door slam and looks over her shoulder to see Max approaching.
"Damn, Max, I thought you were David-" Seeing her expression, Chloe's sentence cuts off and she set her food down. She stands up and closes the distance between her and Max, looking genuinely worried. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Max doesn't answer right away. She bundles Chloe up in a too-tight hug. "I don't want to talk about it." She presses her face into Chloe's chest, inhaling deeply, but her usually calming scent does little for her right now.
Chloe looks down at her utterly confused. She still returns the embrace lovingly and kisses her head. "Do you want to go upstairs and lay down?"
Max nods as well as she can while still pressed against her. "Will you lay down with me?" Her angry atmosphere is mostly gone, but it lingers a little, like the fading scent of rain the day after a storm. She loosens her grip on Chloe when she realizes it might be too tight for her liking.
"You don't gotta ask." Chloe smiles warmly at her. She takes a step back and lowers herself to pick Max up bridal style, mentally flipping the rules off in her mind. Carefully, she starts her way up the stairs with Max in her arms.
Max relaxes into her arms and allows herself a moment of calm. The feeling of Chloe's arms bracketed around her makes her feel safe and warm, but the need to do something so wrong suddenly worms its way into her mind. The events of the day did well to piss her off to the point where she was considering doing crazy things. She holds on to Chloe tightly and tries to forget them, immersing herself in the sound of Chloe's uneven breathing and heartbeat in her ears.
Chloe reaches her room and enters, kicking the door closed behind them with her foot. She brings Max over to the bed and lays her down, taking no time in climbing in beside her. She pulls Max a bit closer to her and rests her forehead against hers. She smiles reassuringly when she sees the troubled expression on Max's face. She reaches up and tucks a strand of brown hair behind her ear. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? I won't force you, but it seems hella serious…"
Max can feel her tired head already starting to make the wrong decisions as her hand snakes up to Chloe's waist and rake its nails across the exposed skin peeking from under her shirt. "I said no."
Chloe inhales sharply and shivers at Max's touch. "Alright, we don't have to talk about it…" A closer look into her girlfriend's darkened blue eyes tells her little more, but she can see something in them that she doesn't recognize. One thing for sure is that it causes a tug in her stomach.
Max takes one of Chloe's hand and kisses the back of it almost triumphantly. Her mind is giving way to lust, trading logic and empathy for selfish pleasure. She's wanted nothing more than this all day, from that morning, to the stressful events at school, to now. She places her hand at Chloe's side and brings her body even closer, her mouth barely centimeters from hers. Her eyes narrow at the nervousness in Chloe's gaze. "What's wrong?" she mutters.
It takes Chloe a second to find her voice. She can see the undeniable lust in Max's eyes now. It's a look Chloe has no issue knowing immediately. "I'm just...concerned, Max. You're acting weirder than usual. And that says a lot about you." She attempts another smile.
Max doesn't return the smile. Instead she catches Chloe's lips in her own, swinging her leg over her so she can move on top of her. "Concerned? No need for that." She kisses her over and over, each one gruffer than the last.
Chloe's eyes widen in surprise at the change in positions. She returns the first few kisses, but she turns her head and tries to speak. What Max is doing doesn't entirely bother her, but it doesn't deter her concern either. "Max, seriously… I think you should talk about it…"
Max growls. The noise is cold and unusual coming from her throat. Her eyes narrow and she tilts Chloe's head back to her. "I'm serious, too. How many times do I have to say no?" Her mouth lowers to nip at her jawline.
Chloe visibly winces at Max's growling. She checks her eyes again when Max forces her head back in place. The look in them has intensified tenfold and she finds something animalistic and possessive in them. Her heart starts to pound. Fuck… she thinks. Everything about Max is catching her off guard. She tries not to moan when she feels her teeth on her. "I-I know...but Max, you are really kinda freaking me out here…" She doesn't catch the stutter when she speaks.
Max's voice lowers, becoming softer but far from calming. The growl remains behind the words, a chilling undertone that she wants to but can barely take note of. "Freaking you out? You? You're supposed to be the brave one here." Her hands find their way to hers and clutch tightly. "Don't be afraid."
Chloe shudders heavily. Max's voice has officially done her in. She doesn't realize her breathing has become labored. She scoffs unevenly. "You know I get freaked out sometimes. But right now is something serious. Max, please…" She tries her best to think of anything that would calm her back down. Her efforts come up fruitless and, with a bit of subtle aggravation, she goes limp with defeat in Max's hold.
"Please what?" Max's mouth moves back to hers and begins a vicious assault on her tongue, sliding aggressively and hungrily along it with her own. Her nails dig into Chloe's hands involuntarily. When she feels her body go limp, she's a little surprised but she continues unfazed.
"P-please…" Chloe aimed to get it out, but the unfinished plea dies out when Max kisses her. She can't stop the moan that escapes her and she takes a breath when Max's nails dig into her. Any sensible thoughts have started to dissipate in her head. Instinctively, she moves her hips upward to grind against hers.
Max frowns when she doesn't finish her sentence. Realizing this is an opportunity to get back at Chloe for the treatment she gave her that morning, she lifts her head away from hers; same with her hips. She smirks down at her. "What was that?"
"Mmnh…" Chloe's head goes back and her expression twists up in frustration and thoughtfulness. She's trying her hardest to summon the forgotten words, trying to coax them back to the surface of her mind, but they simply aren't coming. Max's persistence has caused her to lose her train of thought all too quickly. "I can't… I can't remember…"
Max leans back down. Her breath splashes against Chloe's ear tantalizingly, dashing across her cheek. "Ooh, well, I can't do anything until you tell me what it was. It's might've been something important," she croons, not letting the joking tone creep into her voice. One of her fingers start tracing patterns onto her skin. "How unfortunate."
Chloe bites her lip when Max's breath rushes over her. She attempts one last time to bring the thought back to her consciousness. It works somewhat. "We sh-should really...stop…" She may be saying this, but her tone isn't agreeing with her. It's giving away her developing arousal.
As soon as the words leave Chloe's mouth, Max bows her head to be able to sink her teeth into the soft skin of her neck. "Shut up. You know you want this." She almost shocks herself at the harsh words, but she forces herself to continue leaving deep red marks along her neck.
"Fu-uck…" Chloe arches her back. A throaty moan sounds from her. The thought crosses her mind briefly to push Max away, but it's dismissed with another bite to the neck.
"See? You like it. Dirty girl." Max says, starting to cover the areas she bit with warm, delicate kisses to ease any pain caused. Her right hand moves downward, trailing a single finger down the side of Chloe's neck.
Chloe squirms beneath her, swallowing thickly. "Jesus, Max, what… What has gotten into you..?"
Max leaves a harsh nip at the base of her neck. "Do you want this or not?" she hisses. Her hand stops at her left breast and massages gently, quite the disparate sensation from the harsh treatment her neck is receiving.
Chloe knows for a fact that her neck, and most likely other parts of her body from where Max decided to knead and pinch during the entire encounter, is going to be hella bruised by the time they're through. She melts into her touch and bite, moaning breathlessly. "Y-yes…"
Max chuckles dryly. "That's what I thought." Her hand dips beneath her shirt and bra and her thumb brushes against her nipple. She peppers kisses all over her upper body, occasionally pausing to leave a suck or two on her porcelain skin.
Chloe whimpers needily. There's an intense heat growing in her abdomen and it's growing hotter at an insane pace. She absently rubs her thighs together. Her upper body jerks in Max's palm. All of a sudden, Max picks her up by her waist and flips her over so she's on her stomach. She snickers as she sees her most vulnerable side exposed. Her fingers trace down her spine, her lips in hot pursuit. She allows her hand to brush lightly against her ass before pulling away just as fast, a teasing smile spreading across her face.
The bluenette gasps. She shifts beneath Max and her nails claw into the fabric of her pillow. Her muscles tense and release in sync with the movement of her hands. "Shit…"
Max's hand moves down again, this time resting placidly on her ass. The touch, however, soon becomes far from placid as she squeezes. Hard. Grunting, she repeats the action.
"Max!" Chloe cries. She jerks upward. Her eyes snap open; she didn't even realize they were closed. Her jaw falls open in a soundless gasp.
"Yes?" Max purrs. She grins at the effect her actions had on her girlfriend. Reciprocating the administrations once more, she punctuates it with a gentle massage instead.
Chloe drops her head into the pillow and groans into it. "Fuck, Max…" Her hips unintentionally grind into the mattress.
Max's hands suddenly leave her as she gets off the bed. She ducks her head so Chloe can't see the large smile that's plastered on her face.
"What're you doing?" Chloe looks back at her, but doesn't turn over yet. She has no idea what to expect from Max while she's in this state. For all she knew, she would force her back onto her stomach if she turned over.
The photographer moves further away from her girlfriend towards the dresser, stripping out of her pants and underwear as she goes. "Ah, well, I'm getting a thing."
Chloe blushes heavily, not sure if she should be excited or unnerved if it turns out to be what she suspects. She relaxes into the bed again, burrowing her face in the pillow and trying to even out her breathing. If I was asthmatic, I'd be fucking dead by now… she thinks.
"Aw, are you blushing?" Max laughs, looking back. "Sexy." She rifles through the drawers to try and find what she's looking for. Chloe mumbles something, each second that passes taking another fraction of her arousal with it. She can feel it slipping through her fingers. Max finally locates the object of interest and brandishes it grandly. "You want?" she giggles, waving the *strapless strap-on vibrator with a flourish.
Chloe turns her gaze on Max again. Her heart beats impossibly faster. "How'd you know it was there?"
Max laughs again and crawls over to Chloe on the bed. "Oh, did you really think I was asleep when you put it back? Gosh, you're more naive than I thought!" she teases.
Chloe's mouth has gone utterly dry and she licks her lips, attempting to swallow with her dry throat. The thought of how Max plans on using the toy causes her lower half to throb anxiously. Her legs shift again and she moans quietly when her boxers graze her sex. Max kneels down and peels back the offensive clothing all the way down to Chloe's ankles. Her left hand starts pressing the vibrator inside of her and it slips in easily thanks to the wetness that's accumulated at her entrance. A moan eases its way out of her.
"Shit, you're making me so wet, Chloe." She tries to laugh before positioning the tip of the vibrator at the heat of the girl under her. She braces her hands near Chloe's shoulders. "You ready?"
Chloe kicks the boxers off and closes her eyes. Max's moan echoes in her ears. She nods once to answer the question.
Max's hips immediately thrust into Chloe once, and, when she's buried to the hilt, she reaches down and switches the vibrator all the way up to fast. She moans even louder as soon as it starts up, already pounding into Chloe at a ruthless pace. Chloe literally screams her name. She has no time to react other than turning her face back to the pillow to try and muffle the sound she's making. Nothing is coming out of her other than gasps, cries, moans, and low screams. The force of Max's thrusting reverberates within her, a shockwave of pleasure finding its way back to her center every time. The sound of Chloe's pleasured screams sends Max's libido whirling out of control. She groans and leans her head back, her moans mingling with those of her lover.
Max has no problem at all hitting Chloe's g-spot every time she goes back in, and the vibration pulsing against it makes the punk see stars dance in front of her eyes. At one point, Max backs all the way out to the tip and slams back into her with little restraint. It makes Chloe's eyes water a bit but she doesn't mind at all, as it causes her toes to curl. Chloe continues to mewl helplessly, pathetically. Her orgasm is already fast approaching. Brought on by the power of Max pounding into her relentlessly and the steady vibration of the dildo, she never stood much of a chance in lasting long. She moves her hips with Max's, feeling herself grow wetter.
"Ma-a-ax~!" she cries out, the tone of her voice surely giving away what's coming.
Max's breathing is reduced to moist pants, her body filled with warmth. There's immense pleasure shooting through her in waves. She manages to take control of her breath enough to grunt into Chloe's ear, "You're gonna come already?" Moving faster, she laughs a little. The sound of Chloe's skin making contact with hers is driving her crazy, leaving her breathless with euphoria singeing her body. Chloe bites her lip hard, almost hard enough for it to bleed. She can feel the beads of sweat starting to develop on her skin. Her heart is challenging itself to jump out of her chest and her knees, despite that she's laying down, are threatening to buckle. Her mind is going hazy and the cooling sensation has returned, possessing the lower half of her body and slowly working its way up.
"I-I...can't..fuck!" Chloe says. She clutching her pillow desperately, as if her life depended on it.
Max's hips are giving strong thrusts, stronger than she thought possible for herself. She can feel her orgasm approaching and can already tell it's going to be hefty and warm. She presses the front of her body against Chloe's back so her mouth is positioned near her ear. "Don't hold it back, Che…" she whispers before she starts gently kissing at the shell of her ear, giving one soft nip.
Chloe screams. Not even the pillow can muffle it enough. Her legs start to spasm and it travels up her body. Her hips don't stop bucking and grinding when her climax hits her like a train. Except this orgasm is something else entirely. Instead of a dry one, or a simple ejaculation, she ends up squirting a bit. Her scream breaks off into a hoarse cry. A fog covers her head and she forces herself to pull away from the vibrator, letting out another moan when it slips out of her. She hides her face in the pillow, still whimpering and gasping for breath. Her cheeks are flaming from embarrassment, exertion, and shock.
Max shivers as her own orgasm racks her body, forcing out a loud, rough moan to exit her as the energy she had moments before is completely drained from her. She notices the difference of Chloe's climax this time - just barely, though, as she's recovering from the power of her own. She slides the vibrator out of her, biting her lip as she does so. She settles down on shaky legs next to Chloe, pulling her close to her when she sees her hiding herself. "C-Chloe…" She curses herself for stuttering, but her voice is unstable.
"M-Max…" Chloe is trembling a bit. She doesn't take her face from the pillow. She hears Max stutter and can only hope that it's a sign that she's returned to normal.
Max gently takes Chloe's face from the pillow and smiles a little when she sees the dark smattering of red scattered across her face. "Oh, Che… You aren't seriously shy about squirting, are you? Hmm?" She nudges Chloe playfully.
Chloe doesn't meet her gaze at first. "It's...not that.. Well, not completely…" She gulps and forces herself to look Max in the eyes. She can't explain the relief she feels when she sees that the Max she knows well and loves truly has returned. "That was...that was fucking intense, Max…"
Almost instantly, like the flip of a switch, Max's eyes brim over with worry. "Fuck, did I hurt you? God, I'm so sorry! I was… I was out of control! I'm so, so sorry!" She throws her arms around Chloe.
"No! No, you didn't hurt me!" Chloe wants to mentally kick herself for wording it wrong. She immediately kisses Max lovingly and reassuringly. She keeps her there for a good minute or two, moving her lips against hers passionately with a hint of sensual undertone. When she pulls away, her voice is husky and low. "If you hurt me, I would've said so from the beginning. I just wasn't expecting it. Seeing you take control like that?" She chuckles shyly and scratches at her hair. "Hella sexy."
Max blushes darkly, but she returns the kiss eagerly. "You...you really think so?" She kisses her on the cheek. "I'm sorry I scared you."
Chloe nods sincerely and smiles. "'Sall good, babe. And for sure. Remind me to piss you off more often." She gestures to the many hickeys and nail marks that cover her body. "And remind me to cover some of these up. I look like I was mauled by a wild animal. Which, in a way, I was."
Max pushes her away playfully. "Wow, rude!" She laughs. "I can't wait for Joyce and David to see those." She whistles. "David just might go mad, knowing he has two sex-crazed girls sleeping in the same bed every night."
"Dog, I hope they don't!" Chloe covers her face with her hand for a second. "At most, they'll only see the ones on my upper neck. I don't have anything with a collar that high." She smiles at Max. "Sex-crazed? We're not sex-crazed until we do every sex position possible for us to pull off. That's sex-crazed."
Max laughs and punches her shoulder lightly. "We still have time." she jokes.
Chloe, however, doesn't take this as a joke. "We certainly do." She stands from the bed suddenly and picks up the vibrator, running hurriedly into the bathroom to clean it off. She says as she goes, "Don't you dare move!"
Max turns over onto her back and follows Chloe with her gaze. "Right. As if I would." She laughs. "Too goddamned tired to move."
Chloe returns a couple seconds later, again walking with a sashay in her hips. "Tired? But I still need to return the favor." She crawls on the bed and on top of Max, putting the toy down and grinning broadly at Max. "After all," She leans in to whisper in her ear. "I need to make up for this morning. Three days or not, I owe you."
Max's breath hitches, but she shakes her head firmly. "Sorry. Not that easy."
"Are you sure?" Chloe trails her hand from Max's inner thigh up to her chest, barely touching her skin.
Max's eyes flutter closed. She leans her head back and gulps visibly, but she still nods. "No more rule-bending. Nope. Not for me."
"Well, you're not bending them. I'm simply breaking them." Chloe dips her head into Max's neck, nuzzling into her before she kisses her pulse point when she finds it. She can feel the change in her heart rate when she plants her lips against it a second time.
"Mmph~!" Max tries to push her away, but her hand falters at her shoulder and falls to her side. A tiny moan slips out of her and she immediately cover her mouth as it comes out.
"I heard that." Chloe said, a smirk very evident in her voice. She chuckles and her teeth come out to play, nipping at the sensitive skin near the back of Max's neck. A hand comes to rest on her breasts, palming and manipulating the mound of flesh.
A succession of whimpers follow. Max moans louder as she feels Chloe's hand kneading into her breast, her back arching into the palm, and she gives up on trying to resist. When Chloe feels the resolve leave Max's body, she grins. Her body resonates with the demand to take Max. Three days being starved of contact has damn near driven her insane, and the taste she got that morning left her craving more. The craving returned instantly. She revels in the reactions Max gives her. Her kiss becomes a little rougher and her fingers tweak a nipple, tugging eagerly.
A sound comes out of Max, something on the middle ground of a moan and a gasp, and her arms go around Chloe's neck to pull her close. "Mm… Chloe, do that again…"
"Yes, ma'am." Chloe grins and switches breasts, repeating the tug again. She fumbles for the vibrator, just barely able to reach it without parting from Max. When she finally manages to get her hand on it, she slips the toy inside of herself with a soft groan. She makes no move to use it yet and instead starts to trail her lips down Max's jaw and neck. She makes her way down to her breasts and swirls her tongue around a hardened peak as her hand works on the other semi-roughly.
Max moans loudly and grasps at fistfuls of blue hair. Her heart is overwhelmed with warmth and want that pulses in a rhythmic fashion, causing low whines to spill from her lips. Her hands move around to Chloe's back, holding on for dear life. She bites her lip to keep from giving Chloe the satisfaction of getting her to moan so loudly underneath her again.
Chloe glances up and sees Max biting her lip. She slowly takes her tongue away, but her hand keeps going for a bit longer. "What? One moan is all I'm gonna get?" She kneads into Max's breast again before taking her hand away. "You can do better than that." Chloe slinks all the way down to Max's nether region. She pokes her tongue out and, starting from the very top of her slit, she licks a continuous stripe down the center of her body, coming to a halt when she reaches the valley between her breasts.
Max gasps and forces herself to stay quiet. Her hands start to grasp hopelessly at the sheets. She inhales deeply through her nose and a rough shiver sends spasms through her body.
"Does my little Maxie not want to moan for me anymore?" Chloe kisses the space between Max's breasts, smirking at her. "Don't worry, I know how to fix that."
Max squeaks helplessly at Chloe's words. "Do it… make me moan…"
Chloe moves up to Max's ear, her hands gripping her by her waist now. She whispers, her voice guttural and practically dripping with a sensual, loving tone, "I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday." And with that, she uses her body weight to flip the two of them over so she's on the bottom and Max is straddling her. She winks at her, smirking. "Starting with this way."
Max looks down at her, confused for a second. It doesn't take her long to realize what Chloe is telling her to do, though. Biting her lip nervously and placing her hands on Chloe's abdomen to brace herself, she raises herself up and places herself over the erected vibrator. "Like...this?" She lowers herself onto the toy, her head going back almost instantaneously as she moans loudly at the feeling of the dildo filling her.
"Exactly like that." Chloe can't help but lick her lips once more at the view. She grins victoriously. "By the way, you moaned. Loudly. I win." She starts moving her hips, guiding the toy in and out. The motion's caused the part within her to move as well and she let's out an extended sigh, followed by a moan.
Max's hands move to Chloe's waist for a better grip. "Hmph," she pouts. "You're going to be losing by the time we're finished." She groans and starts moving, too, helping Chloe along. She groans louder than intended and blushes. "Shit."
Chloe laughs, the sound breathless. She presses her hands to Max's stomach and splay her fingers out to touch as much skin as possible. She gently curves her fingers so that her nails scrape against her skin every now and then. She picks up the pace a bit, biting her lip in concentration instead of moaning.
Max can't help but gasp at the tingly feeling of Chloe's nails scratching gingerly at her skin. Her moans increase in length and intensity. She grabs both of Chloe's hands and places them over her breasts, tilting her head back and letting out a moan of bliss. "Chloe..? Touch me, please…"
"On it, babe." Chloe says simultaneously to her hands giving her breasts a rough but tender squeeze and running her thumb over her nipples. She starts kneading, an idea sneaking into her mind. Trying to keep her expression in check, she asks, "What's going...unh...through your head right now, Max?"
Max looks down at her, taken back by the question. "W-What?" A blush spreads across her face, no doubt from what she actually is thinking.
"Tell me." Chloe thrusts into her acutely, harshly. "Are you thinking about all the places I could be kissing you right now? The places my teeth could be nipping?" She smirks. She does the same motion again. Once, then twice. "The places my tongue could be dragging along? Tell me."
Crying out at Chloe's sudden power, she grabs onto her and practically screams, "Yes! Yes! All of those things! About how much I want you to fuck me all day, about how it feels to have your tongue inside me, about how I love it when you touch me all over, about everything! Ah!" A stentorian moan erupts from her as the toy shoves into her at a different angle.
Chloe moans at her confessions, massaging her breasts again. She's totally enraptured in watching the way Max moves with and against her, the slight crease in her eyebrows from the intense pleasure, the way her breath catches every time she goes down or Chloe comes up. She can see Max's freckles over the bloodrush in her skin. She can feel her heart beating rapidly beneath her hand. She could stare at her all day. "Max, th-the vibration… I can't reach…"
Max reaches behind her, still bouncing up and down on the dildo, and flicks the switch on randomly, not really caring what setting it's on. As soon as it starts, he hands tighten on Chloe and she tries not to scream. Her hips move faster and each time she comes back down, the sound of their skin colliding makes her grow even wetter. "I… oh, Chloe!"
Chloe throws her head back and lets out a raspy moan. She moves her hands down from Max's breasts to her waist, taking hold there tightly. She tries to gain control of her voice and breathing to speak as steadily as possible. "Imagine...Max, my lips pressed against your collarbone…" She grins, holding back a moan of her own to keep her schtick going how she wants it to. "My teeth carefully biting at your skin as I move downward…"
Max's eyes shut tightly as she imagines. She moans even louder, the careful rhythm she had going with her hips faltering. Her voice comes out tiny and weak and shivers like a tiny aspen leaf being rustled by a breeze. "S-stop it…" Her nails bury beneath Chloe's skin as she holds on for dear life, but Chloe doesn't realize at first as she is too focused on the task at hand. Max tries to drag her tongue across her lips, but it does little to aid the dryness that's taken hold.
Chloe pinches near her ribcage, chuckling. "What, did I bite too hard..?" She uses a single finger to trail down her figure, starting at her collarbone and ghosting lower. "I'm sorry, I'll try to go softer… Here, I'll use my tongue to soothe it." She brushes the pad of her thumb over where she pinched her at an agonizingly slow pace. "Better?"
A shaky sound comes out of Max, except not in the normal way. Instead of just being said or heard, it falls into the air and lingers there, quiet and wet and shimmery, arousal dripping from its tail. "Yes… yes…" Her fingers dig into Chloe hard enough to hurt.
Chloe gasps, taking a mental note of the ten or so new marks she might have come the next day. "Goddamn, Max…" she breathes. "You've turned me into your personal scratching post…" With a bit of struggle she moves the two of them back until she's able to push herself up into a sitting position against the wall. She reaches down and switches the vibration off for a bit, not ready for the moment to start coming to an end. She's having too much fun. She moves her hand down and lets her thumb find Max's clit, rubbing nimble circles over it. "Pretend that's my tongue, Max, lavishing you... " She kisses her. "Tasting you…" Again, this time grinning against her lips.
Max tips her head back and groans. Her steel grip doesn't loosen from around Chloe. When she does start to imagine, she can barely contain the parade of sensual sounds that spill out of her open mouth. "Chloe…" She grabs her head and practically forces her into her neck, her breathing labored and moist. She presses her face into Chloe's sweet smelling hair and breathes hard. Her body is squirming underneath her hands and she can feel warm nectar spilling out of her slowly, only to make the toy wetter than it already is. "Shit, you…. Ah…"
"I what?" Chloe grazes her teeth against the shorter girl's neck. "Coming already, are we? But I was having so much fun…" Feeling the way Max squirms against her, it makes her moan right in her ear. She rolls her hips unintentionally, breathing heavily.
Max cries out. The combined feeling of heat overflowing with pleasure and Chloe's hips moving against her send her reeling into another chorus of moans. And all too soon, she feels a rush of something slamming into her core. She screams as the feeling explodes and blooms throughout her body, traveling up and down her spine and causing her to quiver. Her arousal comes pouring out onto the shaft of the vibrator, soaking it completely along with a moderately sized section of the sheets. She collapses into Chloe's arms and tries to form a coherent sentence. "S-sorry… I couldn't stop it…"
"Ho-ly fuck, Max... " Chloe says. She smiles warmly at her, picking her up gently and kissing her softly. "It's alright, I think it's my fault. I overloaded the fuck out of your senses. Literally."
Max's arms instinctively go around Chloe's neck. She bites her lips as she feels the vibrator slip out of her. Pressing close to her, Max nuzzles Chloe's neck gently. "But I still have to help you…" The sinful intentions of the preceding actions is suddenly revealed as her right hand slinks down and brushes teasingly against Chloe's clit.
Chloe moans quietly. Her hips jerk in Max's hand at their own discretion. "Y-you don't have to…" She's still a bit overly sensitive from the first time, though now thoroughly aroused again after the second.
Max presses harder against the small nub and rubs a single, rough circle into her. "But I want to… don't you want me to?" She leaves a few kisses on her neck.
"I didn't say that…" Chloe moans a little louder this time, resting her head against the wall. "Fuck…"
Max's tongue flicks out almost mockingly. She hums softly against Chloe's neck. "Do you want me to?" Her thumb starts to move slower, too slow to be comfortable.
Chloe gasps when Max's tongue finds her, and she moans when her girlfriend slows down her ministrations. "Max, don't…' Her expression shifts to one of impatience. "Please… don't tease…"
Max pretends to look hurt. "Don't be mad…" Her teeth fasten around Chloe's vein and she moves faster with her thumb, her other hand moving down to stroke her skin gently.
"I'm not - oh, god - mad…" Chloe arches into Max as her moans become more heavy. She moves her head aside to allow Max better access while she somehow takes hold of the vibrator still inside of her and withdraws it with a shudder and a thinly veiled, pleading moan. She tosses the toy away and it's forgotten a second later,
Max wastes no time in replacing the vibrator with her middle finger all the way inside her and curling it, her thumb still working its magic on her clitoris. "Good, I don't like it when you're mad. Only when you're happy." She purposely drags her finger in a rough manner across the roof of Chloe's cavern. "Are you happy?" she murmurs softly into her ear.
A tense moan tears itself from Chloe. She jerks upward and picks her head up, only for it to thud against the wall a second time. She musters what little strength she has left to answer Max's questions. "H-hella…"
Gently, Max moves her ring finger into her as well. She curves her fingers inside of her and pound her at an angle so she can hit her g-spot with ease. He teeth tug softly at the warm skin of her neck, punctuated by soothing kisses. Her fingers and mouth work steadily against Chloe, her eyes shutting in focus. She basks in the warm fervor that's spreading through her.
"Mmm…" Chloe worries her lip between her teeth. She resists, but just barely, crying out Max's name when she hits her sweet spot, instead gasping and trying to see through the stars in front of her eyes. She wriggles under Max.
Max moans at the feeling of Chloe squirming beneath her. Her hand moves faster and her fingers go deeper. She's pouring in so much concentration into her work that she no longer has any coordination to move her mouth against Chloe's. She presses her face into her shoulder and keeps deftly thrusting in and out of her. "Moan for me, Che…"
Chloe does as she's told. She mewls, the sound starting off quiet and growing louder. She does it again. Something is gathering just above her entrance. It's pulling tighter and it makes the bluenette whimper. "Fuck, I thi-think…"
Max shivers at the tone of Chloe's voice. Knowing exactly what's coming, she uses a final burst of energy to pound into her roughly, trying to regain control of her lips enough to bite at the lobe of her ear. "Come on, you can do it," she urges gently.
Chloe doesn't have the strength anymore to try and hold it off. Her hand comes up, cupping her face and bringing her forward to meet her lips with her own, kissing her lazily as a shuddering moan flits into the air from her mouth. She leans into the brunette and her hips jerk weakly a couple of times. She can't keep her lips still to continue kissing her and has to settle for brushing her nose against hers. She can't seem to catch her breath while she comes down from the small, but still satisfying high. Her heart pounds in her ears. "Shit…"
Max keeps her fingers moving for a bit longer to help Chloe ride out her orgasm, returning her kiss with passion. She withdraws her hand after a few seconds and topples over, landing on her back next to Chloe while trying to regain a steady breathing cycle. She clasps a hand over her heart as if that would help slow down its alarming pace. Chloe slides down the bed onto her back and stares at the ceiling.
"Just when we thought it couldn't get any better." Chloe smiles over at Max, but it's worn and exhausted.
Max turns herself over onto her side so she can face Chloe, her smile just as weary. "It's just gonna keep getting better," she chuckles. She swoops down in order to plant a kiss on Chloe's cheek.
The kiss gives Chloe a newfound vigor and she reaches up, pulling Max down on top of her. She snuggles into her as she positions her so she's comfortably draped over her. "Worth me breaking the rules, right?" She grins, already knowing the answer.
Max frowns playfully, but kisses her again. "Jerk," she murmurs before burying her nose in the crook of Chloe's neck and closing her eyes.
"You know you love me. And don't you dare say that you would sell me to Satan for one corn chip." Chloe says, hugging Max tighter to her.
The two can tell that they're gonna be that way for a while. It's not much longer before they both fall asleep, lost in the other's loving embrace and the even, slow beating of their hearts and rise and fall of their chests.
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Thank you guys so much for your support! It means a lot ;P Not to mention that this last chapter got a little… you know. I mean, this is the longer chapter I've EVER written. Eight thousand words! That's insane! I hope you guys enjoyed!
* = Yes, strapless strap-ons are a thing.
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