To Die For - Davidson King Page 0,67

him onto the couch. He smiled as he adjusted himself, and a second later I was hovering, holding myself back from ravishing him.

“I want to be gentle, I do but—”

“Please don’t.” And damn, just hearing those words, I almost came.

I reached down to my jeans on the ground and took out a condom and a packet of lube I had brought with me in hopes he’d want this as much as I did.

“It’s great how prepared you are.” Sparkles was breathless, and I loved how I did that to him.

“I’ve missed feeling you, tasting you. Damn, Sparkles, I hate this so much.” I tore open the lube and handed it to him. As I slid the condom on, I watched as he squeezed it on his fingers and started fingering himself.

“Shit,” I whispered. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

He smiled and with his other hand pulled me closer. “Fuck me, Max.”

That was all I needed to hear. He slipped his fingers from his hole and I replaced them with the tip of my cock. Slowly I pushed in, loving how he moaned so wantonly for it.

When I was all the way in, I didn’t move for a moment. I simply kissed his lips as he wrapped his legs and arms around me. I was surrounded by Sparkles, and I never wanted to leave this spot.

“I want to feel you for a week, Max.” I pulled away, Sparkles’s arms sliding from my neck.

“Oh, you will.” I took his hands in mine, pushed them over his head, holding them in place as I fucked him slow at first. When he was begging for more, I began thrusting faster until I had a punishing pace going.

Sparkles’s legs were wrapped around me tightly, and while I could feel him struggle to get his hands back, I marveled at his surrender when he smiled as I held them over his head, making it impossible for him to move.

“Harder, Max.”

Sweat poured down my face and I loved the sheen that covered Sparkles’s whole body. I pulled almost completely out and slammed into him. I did this a few times before releasing his hands and lifting him, so he was sitting on my lap.

“Fuck yourself on my dick,” I growled.

He grinned, and with his hands on my shoulders, he started to move. I slid my fingers over his powerful legs, loving the feel of the flex as he rode me hard and fast.

I wanted this to last forever, but there was no way I could hold on anymore. “I’m coming,” I shouted as I held his hips and came. His head flew back, and ropes of come painted my chest as his orgasm shot through him.

When he collapsed against me, I adjusted us so I lay on the couch, his body on top of me. We were a mess, and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to stay like this forever…just like this.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lane

“There,” I said as I made one last swipe of my makeup brush over Max’s cheek. “You look hot as a skeleton.”

“Ghost Rider, not a skeleton.” He rolled his eyes and moved to get his jacket to complete the ensemble.

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you, but Ghost Rider is a skeleton…on fire.”

I loved these carefree moments with Max. Not seeing him for days was killing me, and I hadn’t realized how much I was falling for him until we were together again.

“If I had red hair like Shane, I could make it look like fire.” He shrugged.

“Okay, big guy, you get out there and be ready to save the day from drunken horny boys. I have to go make myself into a marionette.”

He moved closer to me, and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but at the last moment I stopped him. “You’ll smudge your makeup—it’s not totally dry yet.”

“I’ll have to remember that next year, so I don’t wear anything that will mess up my face when I kiss you.”

Next year. He planned on us being together next year, and I couldn’t explain how much I really loved hearing that.

“Go on, before Atlas comes looking for you.” I pushed him away lightly, and he laughed.

“Okay, see you out there.”

After he left I got busy getting my costume on and makeup done. The whole time I thought about what Max and I just did, I realized how much I needed him. I should’ve found it terrifying, but I didn’t. I loved being with Max, and my heart was