Page 77 of Cruel Hearts

He groaned in response and continued keeping me suspended in bliss. Tingly heat swirled around my clit, picking up speed while it spiraled up to my belly and down my inner thighs. Breathing hard through my clenched teeth, I rode out the sensations, trying not to attract the attention of the other passengers outside.

It was like having a volcano between my legs. A very sexy wet volcano being worshipped by natives that wanted it to erupt. The heat of my core rose to an inferno, and wave after wave of sensation pumped out in a series of intensely pleasurable spasms.

After the last spasm had ebbed into a more chilled-out level of bliss, I let my thighs go slack. “That was amazing,” I said between several ragged breaths. “I could do this all night.”

Maxwell raised his head from between my legs. “Good, because I don’t intend to stop.”

I lay on my back, tangled in my school uniform, and panting as though I’d run a marathon. Blissed-out and spent didn’t begin to describe the bone-deep euphoria. No amount of heavenly kush had ever helped me achieve this state. The events of the day and the threat of the Liddells became as distant as the Milky Way.

Maxwell’s gaze flickered down to my breasts, which still lay trapped beneath my wedged-up bra. I thought he would set upon me like a beast and take what he wanted. Fuck knows he earned the right.

Instead, he met my gaze with a heart-warming smile. “Let’s get you out of that uniform.”

Over the next few minutes—minutes, not seconds—Maxwell took his time removing my clothes. As he exposed new expanses of flesh, he kissed and sucked and licked me until my core dissolved into molten heat.

It was exciting. Exquisite. Excruciatingly sensual. The best lovemaking of my life, and we had the whole night to indulge ourselves without disturbance. Maxwell had awakened every nerve ending, and my body cried out for more.

“Enough,” I rasped.

The fingers pulling on my nipples loosened their grip, and he raised his head from my collarbone. “What’s that?”

I licked my dry lips. “Inside me. Now.”

“If you insist.” He reached across to a cabinet on the bed and pulled out a condom.

Maxwell had probably taken other girls on this fancy train before and knew that the luxury rooms would be stocked with everything a gentleman needed for the long journey to Scotland. I pushed away those thoughts. It wasn’t like I was a virgin, and it wasn’t like we had promised each other fidelity. At some point, I needed to explain that I wanted to pursue things with Orlando as well as with him.

After tearing off the foil wrapper, he raised his hips off mine and unrolled the condom over his massive cock-head. The poor thing looked choked within the confines of its rubber sheath.

“Need any help?” I asked.

He rolled it all the way down the base. “I’ll let you play with it later.” He positioned the tip of his erection at my slick, hungry opening and stretched me open. “It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to pound you into the mattress.”

My muscles clenched around his girth. “Pounding is good.”

“You’re so hot and wet and tight.” He continued sliding into me, the delicious slow torture of being stretched open sending shockwaves of pleasure that stretched up to my nipples and down to my toes. A moan tore from my lips.

As he sheathed himself to the hilt, Maxwell raised himself up onto his elbows and stared into my eyes. My muscles pulsed and spasmed around his length, molding me around the thick veins and ridges of his erection.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

He rocked in and out of me with slow, deliberate strokes, each movement riding the waves of my previous climax. I clung to his arms, which strained with all the tension he held in his body from fucking me so slowly.

“Max,” I whispered.

His eyes softened, and he brought his lips down on my forehead. Because of our height differences and we were in the missionary position with him penetrating me so deeply, kissing each other on the lips was tricky. But we had all night and had broken through every last remaining barrier.

“Say my name again,” he growled.

I bucked my hips. “Max.”

His movements quickened, each thrust pushing me to higher levels of pleasure. I’m not sure what I babbled at him, but he fucked me harder. Tiny explosions detonated around my core, sending out exhilarating chain reactions all along my limbs. My muscles clenched around him, as the sensations built and built until they tightened so hard it almost hurt.

“Oh, fuck,” he said from between clenched teeth. “I’m close.”

“Me, too.” I jerked my hips against his, building up the most delicious friction.