Page 153 of Sorrow & Strangers

You up?

I should feel guilty for what I want to do, but I have all this pent-up energy. I want to fuck Max, and getting back at the stranger is just a bonus. Plus, Max is using me for sex too, so what is there to feel guilty about?

Anticipating his response, I walk in the direction of the gym. It’s late, so I know it’ll be closed, but I’m half convinced Max lives there. He always seems to be there.

Do Not Fuck

Yes.

Grootslang Apartments. 14A.

Huh, I was wrong. I type his address into Nexus Maps and notice his apartment is right next door to the gym, which absolutely tracks.

I stop outside the apartment building and just stare up at it. I shouldn’t do this because of the stranger. It’s not fair to Max, but I want the release. I need to work through this shit, and I need to have sex with someone who won’t make me think of the stranger and what he makes me feel, what he makes me want.

Max buzzes me in within seconds of my pressing the button next to 14A. He’s on the fourth floor, and I decide to take the stairs, hoping that maybe I will talk myself out of doing this on my way up. But when I get to his floor, I’m still pretty set on fucking him. I knock, and the door swings open. Max smiles brightly and starts to say something, but I pounce on him and slam my lips to his. He stumbles back, his hands going to my hips to steady us both. I yank at his clothes feverishly, desperate to banish all thoughts of the stranger. I don’t want to imagine how his hands would feel instead of Max’s or how it would be to kiss him.

I yelp as we fall backward onto his bed, Max’s body hovering over mine. He takes my lips again as I wrap my arms and legs around him and roll us. Sitting up, I straddle Max and pull my shirt off, watching his eyes flash green in appreciation as I rock my hips, grinding against him. He pulls me down and claims my mouth, then with a powerful twist of his body, he spins us, pulling me beneath him. He shoves at our shorts until we’re both completely naked.

He pulls back and looks down, rolling on a condom he’d pulled from his pocket. The moment he has it on, I push him back onto the bed.

“My turn to take control,” I say, straddling him again.

“As you wish,” he says with an absolutely lewd grin. He lies back and puts his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging and his beautiful body on full display.

I shift and lock the head of his cock just inside my pussy. My muscles clench around him as I slowly sink down his rock-hard length. Max’s moan is deep and desperate. His massive hands grip my hips, but he doesn’t interfere when I lift until only the tip remains bathed in the heat of my core before slamming down on him again. Max arches against the mattress, and I start to ride him hard and fast. His arms bulge, the berserker begging to come forth, but he keeps a leash on it, allowing me to maintain control.

“You want to unleash?” I pant, watching him struggle as I dig my nails into his abs and move faster on him.

“I got it,” Max says through gritted teeth, arching to meet me.

“Unleash. Please . . .” I whisper, the delicate muscles of my center spasm­ing around his shaft.

Max groans, his eyes locked on mine. “You sure?” he grinds out, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Please,” I moan. The word has barely passed my lips when Max lifts me off him and flips me. I’m face down on his mattress, and I cry out at the loss of him filling me. He snarls in response and yanks my hips up, lifting my ass in the air to bury his cock inside me once again. His thrust drives the air from me and makes my eyes roll back. So deep. His hand is on the back of my head, pressing me into the mattress, and I can’t do anything but take his brutal thrusts.

My orgasm crashes toward me, a roiling, almost threatening thing. Max pummels into me, and I know the backs of my thighs are going to be bruised. The thought brings me even closer to the edge, and I dig my nails into the mattress, trying to hold back. But Max snarls, and there is something in the primal sound that breaks all the bonds grounding me and sends me hurtling into my release. Max’s roar of pleasure answers my cry, and his thrusts turn ragged as he cums. His hands are the only things keeping me up as his thrusts slow and then stop. His chest heaves against my back as he carefully withdraws and rolls off me. I moan, my knees slipping from beneath me, my body melting bonelessly into the mattress.

“Damn,” Max pants breathlessly, spanking my ass.

I shift, turning my head to look at him.

“I mean, damn,” he says again.

I lean up on my elbows, languidly stretching my back. Max smirks at me. “What?” I ask.

“Damn.” Max shrugs.

I roll my eyes and look at my manicure.

“Did I hurt you?” Max asks, and when I look at him, his smirk has dissolved.

“You didn’t hurt me at all. You turned me on.”

Max smirks again. “Hot.”

I roll my eyes and slip to the edge of the bed, but I stop and blink when I realize that what I thought was an actual bed is, in fact, a mattress on the floor. “Are you joking?” I ask, looking at him in disgust.