Sorry Max Pt 02

Giving myself back:

Rhys had basically left straight after his words had sunk in, the feel of his cock being removed had two effects; it made me suddenly remember I was meant to be in a monogamous relationship, what I had done was akin to couples' treason and made me aware of an almost uncomfortable hole in me I wanted plugged up right away, with Rhys if I'm being guiltily honest.

"Don't you dare put your clothes on til I leave" he had demanded pointing a finger at me; and all I could do was sit there red-faced in submissive embarrassment, with a matching red and thoroughly used hole.

He had gotten up and slid into his pants, putting away his swollen cock and watching it disappear behind the fabric, made me pout indignantly, jealous he was now dressed and embarrassed I was not and internally screaming at him leaving me a naked, fucking mess on the couch.

I waited, sitting on the couch bare for all to see, my abused wimp still flinching every now and again as if it wanted more... it did want more. It confused me, he hadn't even cum, he simply fucked me over the edge of control and then dipped. I had no idea why. He didn't stay to see Max, he didn't try to continue our little romp, he just left as if nothing happened, hugging me and saying "I'll be hearing from you" before planting what was obviously a victories and cheeky kiss on my lips.

My brain couldn't comprehend it,

what was that all about?

I had thought,

was I no good? Did I bore him? Was he really so good at sex he didn't even think I would make him cum? What did he mean by "ILL be hearing from YOU" wasn't the bet that I was at his behest?

My brain played on a roll like that from the moment the door shut behind him and I realised he was all I could think about while I sat there, his thoughts, his feelings, his motives, his cock.

The only reason I snapped back from reality and my thoughts broke away was I looked at the clock, Max was due home in 30 minutes. When I could bare to face myself, I left the living room, picking up my clothes and throwing them in the laundry basket, I hid my soaked panties at the bottom of the pile of clothes that were in there

Ill sort that tomorrow

I told myself.

I went into the room to get another set of pyjamas and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror of our built-in wardrobes. I stopped and stared at myself then sat on the edge of the bed. My post orgasm high fading fast replaced by guilt, the ever-constant images of Rhys slowly dispersing as Max began to take their place. I would have sat catatonic for hours to sort out all my feelings, if I wasn't on such a time crunch.

Tell him, tell Max! it's the least you can do, set him free

demanded my loyalty.

Fear washed over me at the thought.

Max doesn't need to know

I countered

I'll just give him the best time of his life when he gets home,

I compartmentalised

everyone gets what they want! And it'll be a one-time mistake, surly Rhys was only jesting about being at his beck and call like some two-bit hooker.

Then the seedling of an idea took place, in case the guilt couldn't be assuaged.

I got dressed hastily and skipped my way to the kitchen with renewed vigour, I cracked the fridge to notice there was not much of anything in there to cook with.

I got my phone out and opened the uber eats app, I ordered

the lock

, Max's favorite bear and two pizzas to be delivered, supreme on original crust, just how he liked; with a side of garlic bread and my favorite, meat lovers; I chuckled sadly to myself at the irony.

I had the glimmer of hope blossoming inside myself,

this will be the only mistake I make

I promised myself. At the time I believed it, guilt and shame were eating me wholesale now that Rhys had gone. That's not to say a goofy smirk wasn't plastered on my face or that my body wasn't feeling the euphoric and delightful aftershock of my first ever penetrative orgasm and if I may be so blunt; the best sexual experience I had had up to that time, but this would go into my memory bank as a one time, unbelievable and unforgettable little adventure, all to myself or as most of the women who end up in the same position I was in would categorize it- "a mistake".

I looked up at the clock, Max would be home soon, I felt giddy, almost renewed; like I would have a truly come to Jesus' moment at the site of Max and realise how stupid I had been tonight.

I heard the jingle of Max's keys a few minutes later as he unlocked the door and my heart both fluttered in joy and skipped a beat simultaneously as if he would walk in and notice something was off, something that would give away my secret.

As he entered, he held two pizza boxes in his left hand and his work bag in his right. Max's smile spread across his face as he lay eyes upon me cutting through the clear and honest tiredness of his work day; those sad eyes with that all-face encompassing smile.

"You grabbed Pizza?" I asked confused; surprised we were on such the same wavelength he grabbed Pizzas on his way home.

"No" he replied with a chuckle "some guy was waiting at the front, checking the address and was about to knock when I showed up, so he just asked if I lived here and gave them to me, is this dinner?"

"Yeah!" I looked to his hands and behind him and must have had a puzzled look

"Beers are still at the door" he explained with a nod of his head back through the doorway, obviously picking up my confusion "I don't have enough hands to carry them"

"Right" I comprehended before walking forward, going on my tiptoes and planting a kiss on his lips, suddenly realising mid-action, I had yet to brush my teeth after Rhys had ploughed away at my mouth like it was his personal fleshlight or even used mouthwash... it felt nasty and cruel and was a bit of a turn on at how bad it was.

I must have had a taste because he scrunched his face only for a second, as if wondering what the taste was; before, hunger or exhaustion overtook his care for finding out and he entered the dining room, putting the pizzas on the table.

The next hour was Max winding down, he put music on shuffle in the background and dimmed the lights to the living room, we sat laid out on the living room floor, my idea, to steer clear of the couch where Rhys had "won me", he drank two beers and ate 4 slices of his pizza and his whole garlic bread.

I smashed my pizza completely.

"Man, I love a girl who can eat" he stated proudly admiring my finished cardboard box. I kitty cat crawled over the box to my man.

"That's not the only thing I'm hungry for" I replied suggestively, reaching over to grab his cock, he was soft in his pants;

yep, definitely smaller than Rhys is soft

blurted my brain before I internally shook my head to run away the thought. I began to vigorously rub his cock through his pants. Leaning my head up to kiss him

"Oh yeah" he chuckled as our lips mashed together, "What else are you hungry for?" he asked out of the side of his mouth

I bit his lip, before my eyes looked down to the answer, my hands grabbing each side of his pants to pull them down then and there.

"Wait, I haven't had a shower, I probably smell like sweat" he responded, putting his hands over mine to forestall me.

"I like your smell, it's my smell" I confirmed, locking eyes with him, lust building in them as he starred back, his hands loosening from mine.

It was the least I could do, he wasn't the only dirty one after all.

His pants slipped off breezily after that and his cock sprung into view, it was gently swelling, the cock of the man I love, swelling up to meet me, even after a long day's work.

He reached his arms down and pulled his top off, he sat naked in front of me, his brown hair falling to his eyes before he flicked it out and those dazzling sapphires stared deeply into me. His perfection, his body that was mine lay bare before me as it had been so many times before and I felt giddily ready to put the night with Rhys behind me.

He reached out past my shoulders and down my hips to grab my shirt and pull it over my head, flinging it aside as my breast burst into view and his cock flinched again

"I'll never get bored of that view" he gasped out with delight and an accompanying shy grin; he always had that look, as if it was the first time he was seeing me naked all over again, even though we had done this 1000 times.

My soft, and elegantly manicured hands wrapped around his engorged cock and I began to stroke it up and down, although his size didn't fill my palm like Rhys; he was common and familiar in my grasp, his hands in turn reached down to cup my breasts, lingering across my nipples ever so gently.

Goosebumps crawled up my skin and that comforting reassurance that only Max's presence could bring me washed over me like a warm shower. His eyes lingered on every crevice of my body, as if it were sacred or hallow, each touch and slide of his hands as if he was rubbing it over a smooth granite sculpture of great worth; at the time though I felt worth less than a common street walker; but Max didn't make me feel that, he made me feel like I was 1 in 8.2 billion, his alpha and omega, his everything in these very moments and in all the moments we shared, sexually or spiritually intimate.

How did I ever do anything that could jeopardise this

I thought crossly at myself;

time to make up for that!

I leant down and began to kiss the top of his purple headed cock, it flinched once as I did so and he let out an ear soothing moan, as a small teardrop of precum, oozed from his shaft, as if inviting me to have a taste, and so I obliged.

I pulled down so his cockhead was exposed and wrapped my lips gently around them, my tongue lashing out at the cum drop, thirsty for Max to wash away Rhys; but as I took him further my mind betrayed me. I felt sick suddenly my body wanted to feel my mouth being pushed to its limit, but Max's cock fit perfectly within my mouth with no effort at all; it was a comforting feeling...but lacked the excitement of earlier.

I began sucking in a rhythmic motion up and down, slurping on it as much as I could and spitting til it was covered in thick saliva, I wanted Max to feel good, I wanted to please him and be pleased by him I wanted to

literally

blow away the thoughts of Rhys that seemed always waiting to intrude my inner voice.

"Hey, why do you get all the fun?" he breathed out raggedly, his orgasm already on the rise "Lie down" he compelled tapping the section of soft carpet beside me.

I lay down and lifted my leg so my knee was in the air and could feel my pussy peel apart as I spread my thighs to give Max access, he dove down with enthusiasm as we were in a side on sixty-nine positions.

"Wow, you must be super horny; you're so fucking wet down here" he explained before his tongue dove into me. Shock and horror overtook me with a shuddering force almost instantly as I remembered I simply got changed after Rhys left and hadn't even showered. I wanted to tell him to stop, I didn't want him to have to taste Rhys and I, but it was too late he was lapping me up and I knew he would ask questions if I got him to stop; or so I told myself. So reluctantly with admittedly, some sort of sick arousal I let him continue to eat out the mixture of Rhys and me, my pussy getting wetter at the very thought of it.

What the fuck is wrong with me...

"That feel good?" he asked with a mouth full of my mound, as my pussy tightened up.

Again, I couldn't tell him it was because for some sick, sadistic reason having him eating me after Rhys had taken my wimp in ways most women only got to dream of, was making my brain feel disgust and unbelievably turned on. The disrespect of this to Max fed the fires of self-hate deep within me, but the feelings of stimulation across my body dropped it down to an afterthought.

I pulled my lips off the end of his cock with a slurp "fuck yeah it does" I jeered him on and he dove back in with purposeful excitement, his tongue finding every nook and cranny to salivate over.

"You like how I taste?" betrayed my voice coming out smoky and seductive, Max was eating me out like his life depended on it and the sadist in me needed to know if he unknowingly liked the taste of Rhys on me just as much as I liked the taste of Rhys, some part of me thought his answer in the positive would simply lessen my guilt, but it did more than that-

"Fuck yeah, you taste amazing" he had confirmed licking me all over like I was an ice cream in summer heat and he had to stop me from dripping.

My body shuddered at his response and pushed me to the brink of orgasm when I pulled my pussy away; I didn't want him to make me cum with his tongue, not tonight...

"Fuck me, Max!" I begged as the hole between my legs throbbed to be filled and taken to orgasmic heights.

I gave him a head start, and I'm already super horny, he should get me there no problem

I thought happily.

He's going to be so happy that he made me cum from fucking me

I celebrated pre maturely, which seemed to be the theme of the night.

Max ate me for a few more seconds, which I was fine with as I marinated in the bliss before he rolled me on my belly in the middle of the living room. He spread me legs with his knees and positioned his cock at the lips of my pussy, he rubbed once up and down my slit and I yearned for him to stuff me full.

Yes take me Max, take you girlfriend, you sexy soul!

He pushed in with a thrust of his hips and his cock slid in with zero resistance....and... and.... it wasn't far enough... my anticipation evaporated almost at once, and the cock sure grin of Rhys flashed in my head, as if he were in the room watching and about to make a snide comment.

"Deeper Maxy, fuck me deeper" I begged like the useless whore I suddenly felt like, hoping his loving cock would rid the room of Rhys' apparition. The words hurt just as much to moan out as the feeling of not being filled in like before.

He thrusted as much as he could with what he had been bestowed, but was woefully shy of the depths in which Rhys's cock had traversed.

I pulled off him momentarily to roll so I was facing him

"I want to see your face while you fuck me" I whimpered, hoping seeing the love of my life would help my pussy to behave itself.

I clawed out grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in close to me, pressing my lips hard into his with as much vigour as I could, hoping it would erase the images that danced in the back of my mind

I love Max

I kept saying in a mantra to myself, kneading the words into my brain to override its feral and perverse starvation for Rhys in this moment.

One time mistake

I added to the repertoire of internal mantra's

Max had my thighs in his hands now caressing my ass and pulling my hips into him as he plunged away; My tongue danced giddily over his and I shut my eyes. The kiss was nice, but then I heard it break through.

Go deeper please!

burnt my inner voice through my self-focusing chants, derailing my brain into thoughts of Rhys's phenomenal cock momentarily, until I re-sattled the horse so to speak.

"I love you Max" I confirmed with confidence out loud, which he responded to in kind.

He thrust as hard as he could, but try as he ought, he couldn't reach where I needed him to, where Rhys had found it so easy to conquer, to reach, to massage, to tickle, and he wasn't just shy of the mark where it felt heavenly for a cock to rub inside me, he was woefully falling short. I bucked my hips harder and harder and as hard as I could; chasing the ever-illusive orgasm, the one he built with his tongue fading with each failing thrust.

Max noticed my efforts and doubled his, ploughing back in turn and pushing with all his might to get some extra millimetres.

He needs all he could get

barked my snarky side.

I unlocked lips with Max and pulled his head into my collar bone so his ear was adjacent my lips "harder Max, fuck me harder, please" I squealed out indignantly; I needed his help to drown out the other voice.

I could feel him speed up and pull harder on my ass for leverage, but it wasn't working.

come on Max

cried my brain, my interior cheerleading of Max's efforts slowly burning out, replaced by ever more vivid images and memories from only a few hours ago of Rhys, effortlessly and casually turning my insides out and frying my brain with the most toe curling, breath taking and pussy clenching fuck, I had ever been bestowed in my life.

Tears were welling in the corners of my eyes as my frustration hit a fever pitch, I wanted it I wanted to feel that feeling again that full, stretched orgasm against a rock-hard cock, I wanted to feel Rhys.

My treacherous inner voice was only interrupted when Max groaned in my ear "Babe, fuck babe, I'm gunna cum"

No, no, keep going

demanded my inner voice as angry and disappointed as my starving wimp felt.

He groaned loud and deep and I could tell he was orgasming, but not how I usually could, I usually felt his cock stiffening as it shot his load into my girl, but today...I couldn't, I couldn't feel Max at all, and the way he had slid in at the start of our session with no resistance, I was suddenly terrified Rhys had ruined Max for me, and had stretched my pussy to far with his monster rod.

But that's not how it works right?

My brain argued, as Max rode his orgasm, my mind elsewhere almost instantly. S

urly you can't actually stretch out a pussy?

I felt myself getting nervous at the thought

with how hard Max was going, I would usually feel more though right? It wouldn't surprise me if Rhys had changed me, he was huge... it'll go back to normal it has only been a few hours after all.

"Oh my god babe, that... was ...awesome" panted Max out between breathes catching my attention "you were crazy tonight".

He looked up from my collar bone to smile down at me, but then it disappeared replaced but an odd look momentarily, that's when I noticed, I wasn't smiling back, I put one on as quickly as I could.

"Yeah" I moaned out blatantly, with as much alacrity as I could muster to throw him off; although, awesome was not the adjective I would have used so much as disappointing or anti climaxtic.

"Did... you enjoy it?" he asked, my obviously, half-enthused response, not quiet hitting home.

So, I feigned harder "Of course, that was awesome lover" I gushed using his own word, unable to find my own to placate him before pulling his head in and kissing him, and I could feel his cock gently sliding out of my hole as he lost his erection to the post orgasm.

"Man, you got tears in your eyes" he chuckled "You must have had fun".

"Yeah, hahah" I chuckled agreeably and insincerely, despair sweeping over me as I wiped the tears of frustration away.

He was sweating and hot and his blue eyes held mine as I reached a hand down to stop his load from dripping out onto the carpet.

"I love you Soph" he declared exhaustedly turning his head to the side planting it into the cleavage of my breasts, his right hand gently stroking my ribs as he lay there. With the hand not on my pussy, I placed the other on his head stroking his hair and taking a breath in, his common scent so comforting, so...Max, I kissed his head and lay mine back as the two sides of me; bitter unfulfilled Soph, and deeply and wholeheartedly in love Soph, fought relentlessly to flood my brain with insults and loving platitudes.

Coming to terms:

We showered together and went to bed after our romp, Max completely exhausted from the feeble effort he put into fucking me and from the 12 hours of pay he had worked just as hard for, with a better outcome no doubt.