Bella was warm. Warmer than she should be in a motel room she was 98% sure the door to the outside didn't fully reach the floor. As she came more awake she became more aware of the very warm, very hard, very large, very MALE body folded around her. One large arm was under her shoulders and the other draped over her hip, holding her close to...what Bella HAD TO assume was a flashlight that Max had smuggled into their bed.
She and Max had fallen asleep last night in separate spots on the queen mattress. But due to the sheer size of Max's body and Bella's ass, they could only reasonably remain so far apart for so long. Clearly, at some point in the night, they had migrated towards each other. Typically Bella didn't sleep well when she didn't sleep at home, but she felt well-rested and cozy. It was a shame that she would have to move. Shifting a bit, careful not to wake Max, her eyes SHOT open when she realized that Max had not brought a flashlight to bed but had simply woken up with morning wood.
Bella knew it wasn't for her, it was more of a natural response to sleeping close to someone's body, but in this beautiful moment between asleep and awake Bella could pretend. She could pretend that this successful, handsome, kind man wanted her. Really wanted her. And god that felt good. Losing herself a little, she ground her hips backward, moaning slightly at the hard length she could feel against her ass.
"Fuck, don't stop" Max's grumbly morning voice broke through her lusty haze and Bella froze. Maybe he wasn't fully awake yet. Maybe he was dreaming, and he thought she was someone else. She couldn't bring herself to crane her neck around to check if Max's eyes were open or if they were still closed and fluttering in sleep.
But before she could fall into a full panic attack, the large hand on her hip spread and pulled her closer to the warm shape of Max's Big Spoon. "Bella" Max whispered brokenly in her ear "please don't stop. You feel so good."
Well, there went the theory that he didn't know it was her. Glancing around the room to be sure Maddy and Rae were nowhere to be seen, Bella tentatively ground her ass into Max's hard dick. Giving herself over to this sleepy heat that was building between them. Circumstantial boner or not, it had been too long since Bella let someone touch her and she was frankly tired of overthinking things all the time.
Slowly Max's hand started sliding down over her hip, to rest on her stomach. Bella shut out the self-conscious thoughts that immediately started to perk up in her brain, and reminded herself that she had looked this way when they fell into bed last night, there was no point in trying to hide her body now. Max had already seen it. Fuck he had already held it. There was no point in trying to suck her stomach in or will away a few pounds in her fupa. If he didn't want to touch her, he wouldn't. But if he did...
As if he had a direct line into her thoughts, Max's hand started moving again, rubbing her stomach in soothing circles and pulling her back against his groin even tighter, nestling his hardness between her ass cheeks in the process.
The most pathetic little whimper escaped from Bellas's lips and if it hadn't been answered with an absolutely guttural groan from Max she would have been embarrassed. However, as it was, the sound seemed to unlock something in Max and he moved swiftly, pushing himself up on those big strong arms and maneuvering himself so he was hovering over Bella. His eyes full of dark intent, they just looked at each other for a few long moments. Bella's sleep tank had ridden up and her shorts had twisted around her body during the night and she was sure she looked like trash, but even if she had time to pull herself together, she knew she couldn't hold a candle to the casual morning sexiness that Max just naturally exuded.
The air around the cocoon they had made in the thin, scratchy motel bedding seemed to still as Max slowly lowered his big body between her legs, blanketing Bella entirely in his hard warmth. She groaned as he settled on top of her, his hand stroking her hair back as their foreheads rested against each other.
"Mornin.'" Max grumbled, his lips practically feeding her the words. Bella's hands naturally floated up to twist her fingers in his beard and he groaned at the slight tug she made.
"Hi." Bella replied shyly. This whole thing felt so surreal, and weirdly not because she felt strange about being physical with Max, but because it felt so natural. She could see herself settling into the comfort of his arms and sleeping for a few more hours or snuggling up against his hard chest and his soft t-shirt sharing sleepy morning secrets. Bella knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she just couldn't bring herself to get out of the bed. To remove herself from the temptation that was Max's sheer physicality.
She liked Max. Not the Max that she had met on that terrible first date. That Max was so worried about what everyone else wanted from him he couldn't even hold a conversation about his own interests.
But this Max.
This Max was the type of man a woman could lose herself in. A man whose arms could trick a her into thinking he held all the answers. That he was her safe space. He could easily feed her all sorts of lies to get her to give up her own sense of self for his, and she would lap it all up. Quite willingly if he kept looking at her the way he was looking at her right now. That was what was dangerous. How good he made her feel.
He was so kind, and so thoughtful. He liked her. That much was obvious. Even if he wasn't romantically interested in her, they got along well. Sometimes he even seemed to know what Bella needed before she did. She smiled to herself remembering the secret Red Bull he had saved for her the night before.
Poor Max had been trying to be perfect for everyone else for so long. He had to be so tired. Maybe there was something she could help him with. After all, they were friends, right? Friends who had kissed once before and had already slept in the same bed.
And friends....helped each other.
Before she could talk herself out of it, Bella slowly slid her hand down Max's chest. Feeling the strength of his pecs and passing over the slightly soft belly below to the waist of his sleep shorts. Her fingers dipped slightly below the elastic to play with the curly hairs she found there. Waiting for a sign from Max that this was what he wanted. That he wanted HER to take him in her hand and give him pleasure.
And luckily, that's what she got. The second her fingers brushed over the bulge in his shorts, Max inhaled quickly and thrust his hips up to press his cock, still covered by his soft shorts, into her palms.
"Fuck, Bells" he groaned, lighting Bella's blood on fire with the use of the nickname. "Can I touch you? I need to touch you. I want to feel you." He barely waited for Bella's tight nod of approval before putting his strength to good use. Flipping them both so Bella sat on his lap, straddling his hardness on her knees. Her sleep shorts were barely a barrier to the ridge her hips found there. Simultaneously sinking down onto his strong thighs and sliding her hands to the back of his head to hold him close, Max lowered his lips to hers.
