LOVE OR RIDE | LESTAPPEN

Chapter thirty-five - the end of the good days

There are scenes in the chapter that are not intended for a younger audience, it is recommended to skip this section. You read at your own risk.

Charles

I look at my boyfriend's face with a wide smile. We are standing on the side of the lake, or rather Max is standing, submerged up to the song cage. I keep my hands on the back of his neck, and with my legs I embrace him around the waist to keep him from falling. His hands are on my buttocks, and although we've already had an argument about it, he said he won't take them away because it touches what's his, so he doesn't see any problem.

"Did I tell you that this is my best birthday yet?" I whisper right at his lips. With a smile he nods his head. For an hour we have been swimming, talking, laughing and kissing. Just like children in love who have only been together for a few days. Eventually it gets colder and I decide to get out of the water. I immediately take off my boxers, wiping my body with a towel, and put on my clothes without commenting on the fact that the boy is looking at me all the time. Zero embarrassment. "I'm changing." I say suddenly.

"I haven't seen you naked dozens of times at all." He parries amusedly, wiping his hair.

The boy also changes his clothes and we gather our things, deciding to go back. As I move toward the car, Max suddenly turns me toward him and connects our lips in a kiss, drawing me to his body.

I don't know how we got in the car. I part my eyelids as I feel hot fingers digging into my sides and see Max in front of me. I spent the whole way kissing the boy. I didn't look where he was leading me and didn't think why. In that moment, he can do anything. I remember through the fog how he sat in the passenger seat and pulled me into his lap. I remember how he slammed the door behind us, grabbed my head and pressed my body against his, not pulling away from my lips. Neither of us wants to waste time.

Despite having him close to me and kissing him greedily, I want more. I feel my pants shrink and feel his hands slide down to my thighs. I can feel his soft hair under my fingertips, his scent and the aftertaste of the chocolate we ate. I need more. Without thinking, I move my hips, rubbing against his crotch. On cue, Max moans into my lips.

I pull away from his mouth and start showering his jaw with wet kisses, while he again slides his hands down to my buttocks and tightens his fingers on them. Our breaths mingle together, as do the sounds of our kisses and clothes rubbing against each other. I leave a trail of saliva on his neck. The boy tilts his head back as I run my tongue from his jaw to his collarbone. His breathing becomes heavier and his muscles tense up.

Again he presses his body against mine, and when I lift my head up, his lips almost immediately come to mine. I slide my hands under his shirt, and he tense up as I run my hands over his stomach. I move my hips again, and he sighs into my lips and clamps his fingers tighter on my buttocks. I can feel the heat that surrounds us.

I pull away, breaking the kiss, and look at him with a smile. I want to cry as he looks at me with desire, yet he does nothing, letting me take control.

I move my lips to his neck again, until I suddenly bite the skin on his collarbone as I feel his sighs again. A trail of my teeth appears at the bite point. Max hisses quietly, tightening his hands on my hips even more.

I grab his trouser belt, and he moves one hand to the back of my head to bring my face to his, kissing me again. All the windows in the car have long since fogged up, but neither of us cares. Without breaking the kiss, I start tugging at his belt. I unbuckle and unzip his pants. Before I can remove his pants, I pull away. I look at his face. His hair is tumbled, there are droplets of sweat on his forehead and he is breathing hard. He looks at me, not understanding why I stopped.