Page 50 of Cruel Shame

Maxwell and I took the spiral stairs in silence, and we continued to his room at a rapid pace. A thousand scenarios raced through my mind, each as nauseating as the other. What if Elizabeth told Maxwell’s parents that every word she had uttered on television was true? What if they outlined a plan to put Mr. Burgh behind bars to save Elizabeth’s reputation?

My pulse pounded in my ears, drawing out the sound of my footsteps. Absolutely anything could have happened over the weekend.

As we climbed the stairs, I shook off those thoughts. If there was an even bigger conspiracy than the one already happening, Maxwell wouldn’t have smiled. He also wouldn’t have withheld the information until now.

We continued down a familiar, empty hallway. It was the one Maxwell had led me down the day he and Orlando wanted to make that sex tape. My heart thrummed with anticipation of the news, and maybe a reunion. The weekend with Kendrick had turned out well, but I wasn’t used to a guy using his fingers and tongue and leaving it at that.

Maxwell opened the door, and I stepped into a freshly cleaned room. An elaborate quilt in varying shades of gray lay on his bed, and a plastic bag sat on his desk. I was about to ask what he discovered over the weekend, but his lips descended on mine.

A jolt of excitement shot through my insides. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and threaded my fingers in his hair. His lips were eager, forceful, claiming—exactly what I needed. My core clenched with need, urging me to kiss back with equal passion. I curled my tongue around his and pressed myself against his glorious hard body.

Maxwell groaned into the kiss and cupped my ass with his large hands. “I missed you so much.”

“Me, too,” I murmured.

His lips drifted to my jaw and down the column of my neck, each urgent kiss sending tingles to nipples and heat between my legs. When his hardness pressed into my belly, it sent my head spinning with desire.

In all the times I’d been sexually active, I’d never had this soul-deep yearning for another person. Maybe my time in Richley showed me how much I’d achieved since coming to Templar—a loving grandparent, fantastic friends, and three gorgeous boys who wanted me in their own different ways and were happy to share. None of that mattered right now. If didn’t get that cock inside me right now, I would die.

Releasing my fingers from his hair, I slipped my hands beneath his heavy blazer and slid my fingertips down the contours of his chest. Maxwell hissed through his teeth as I grazed his nipples and groaned as I fumbled with his belt.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah.” I unbuckled the belt, unzipped his pants, and palmed the hot, heavy weight of the huge cock straining against his boxers. The huge organ pulsed against my fingertips and my core pulsed in response.

Maxwell’s face went slack as I pulled down my tights and knickers in one swipe.

Toeing off my school loafers and stepping out of the puddle of undergarments, I stared up into his glittering, silver eyes. “Are you going to stand there gaping or fuck me against the wall?”

Instead of launching himself at me, he backed toward his desk, his gaze fixed on my bare thighs. My lips parted to ask why he would walk away at a time like this, but he opened the top drawer of his desk and extracted three condoms.

I exhaled a relieved breath. Of course.

Maxwell threw the first at me and placed the two in his blazer jacket.

I tore off the foil with my teeth and pulled out the rubber sheath. “Come here.”

He was in front of me in an instant. I shoved his boxers down, unleashing that gorgeous, huge dick. Even without gripping it around the base, the organ stood flush against his lower abs with the thickest, reddest, mouthwateringly moist tip. Angry veins protruded from an even thicker shaft, creating a network of patterns I longed to explore with my tongue.

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees and worship at the altar of Maxwell’s erection, but the hot blood coursing through my veins and heating my core urged me to continue my first plan.

With fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling, I unrolled the condom over his bulbous tip. Maxwell groaned, the deep, reverberating sound making my core muscles quiver with need. Once I’d fully sheathed him, he pulled me toward the bed.

“No.” I dug my heels into the wood floor. “Against the wall.”

His silver eyes blazed. “Your unpredictability is what I love most about you.”

My heart soared. Somewhere in that sentence, he said he loved me, but the heat coursing through my veins told me it could wait. What I needed was a guy who could pin me down and give it to me good and hard. What I needed was Maxwell.

With a growl, he hooked his hands beneath my hamstrings and backed me against the wall. I clung onto him like he was the only thing keeping me sane, and moaned as he glided his dick against my sopping, wet slit.

“S-stop teasing me,” I said with a moan. “Fuck me, now.”

Maxwell laughed. “Eager?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

With a low moan, he pushed into me, that glorious, huge tip stretching me open. Sensation rippled down my inner thighs and straight to the molten pit of my core. I leaned against that wall and stifled a groan. Going slowly was all very well. It helped my muscles adjust to the sheer size of Maxwell’s dick, but the only way I could leave this room satisfied was with a good, hard pummeling.