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Max was exactly where she wanted to be.
She wore only a tank top and cotton panties as she laid underneath Lucas, her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips attached to his. Her hair was tossed and her eyes were hungry. She tightened her grip and melted further into him. It felt like they were the only two people in the world, as cliche as it sounded. He made her into a romcom protagonist these days.
She whined softly as Lucas gave an experimental grind against her core. She felt him smile into the kiss. A second later, he pulled away. Her eyes snapped open and she panted lightly.
“I have a theory,” he said, his voice somewhere between desperate and proud. "A hypothesis, if you will."
“Mmm?” Max’s fingers idly traced along his shoulders. She raised an eyebrow at him. Her body felt heavy, eager, a pleasant throb humming between her legs. She needed it to become more, and if the next thing out of his mouth was something stupid she was going to flip this whole thing around and take him herself, she decided in that moment.
Without warning, Lucas rolled over to lay beside her. He propped his head up with one arm like the romancer he was. He was shirtless. Max couldn't keep her eyes focused on his face.
“I think I could make you come without ever touching you inside.”
That wasn't what she was expecting to hear. Max snorted and rolled her eyes. She hesitantly placed jumping him on the backburner, vaguely curious to see where this went. “Yeah, okay, Sinclair. You’re good, but you’re not a wizard.”
He shifted until he was half leaning over her, a hand coming to rest across her abdomen and on her hip. She smiled softly at the contact. Max blinked at him a few times. His dark eyes were sparking a playful challenge. “I’m not talking about not touching you. I’m talking about only touching you right here…”
He placed a single finger over top of her underwear, somehow at nearly the exact right spot. Max gasped and bit her lip without meaning to.
The confidence in his expression was absolute when she met his eyes again. It sparked a flicker of doubt in her own certainty. “You’re bluffing.”
“Am I?” Lucas replied immediately. His hand drifted down, his knuckles just barely brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Your body is smarter than your brain, Max. It knows exactly what it wants. I just know how to ask it nicely.”
“You’re talking about it like it’s a separate person,” she muttered, but her breath hitched as his knuckles skimmed higher.
“It kind of is, after everything,” he said, his voice softening. “And it deserves some dedicated attention. Can I?”
Max sighed dreamily, exaggerated. “Yes, oh great and powerful Lucas! Touch me.” she said dramatically.
His index finger landed, not on her core, but on the crease where her thigh met her hip. He drew a slow, maddening line inward, stopping just short of where she was already beginning to ache for him again. Her hips gave an involuntary, tiny jerk.
“See?” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s listening. And you’re not even naked yet.”
“That’s just a reflex,” she insisted, but her voice was weaker.
He swiftly moved his hand and pulled her underwear down. Max lifted her hips for him just enough to help, eyes fixated on the ceiling. He dragged the article down her smooth thighs one handed. It wasn't long before he was returning his attention where it belonged. Max let out the tiniest whimper as he dragged one finger through her folds, gathering wetness like honey.
“A reflex that gets you wet,” he countered. His finger went for another stroke, not landing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, but instead teasing the outer lips, petting them softly, spreading the slickness he found there. “Look at you; you're already ready for me, and I haven’t even started.”
“Lucas…” Her breath caught in her throat and her face already felt hot.
“Shhh.” He pressed a soft kiss against her temple “Just feel.”
“Cheeseball…” she mumbled. Lucas ignored her and shifted lower on the bed, settling between her legs. He didn’t bury his face there. He simply watched his own hand as it worked. His focus was total, intense. It was a study. An experiment she was the sole subject of.
He used two fingers then, his middle and index, to gently part her. A flush of heat, part arousal, part self-consciousness, swept over her. He was looking at her like she was a puzzle he’d already solved, and he was just waiting for her to catch up. Max shivered and her face was undoubtedly pink.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, almost to himself. She almost smacked him, but instead she simply threw an arm over her eyes and sighed. Then he touched her.
At first it was just his thumb. A soft, dry pad against the very peak of her clit. Max gasped. It was a direct, electric connection. He didn’t move it. He just applied the slightest, most perfect pressure. Lucas held it there, letting the sensation build from a point of contact into a low, insistent thrum. It was like he had fucking planned this.
“It’s all about the pressure,” he explained like he had planned this whole procedure step by step days in advance. His voice was clinical but his eyes were burning. “And the rhythm, but you have to find the right spot first.” He adjusted the angle minutely, the barest tilt of his wrist.
A sharp, sweet jolt made her thighs tense. “Stop dissecting me- Oh, fuck.”
“There it is,” he mumbled reverently, a note of triumph in his whisper.
Lucas began to move. It wasn't quite a circle, just a slow, deliberate, side-to-side rocking. The friction was intense, a focused heat that began to spread, tendril-like, through her lower belly. Her arm came down and her hands fisted into the sheets. Max’s eyes squeezed shut.
“No,” Lucas said, his voice firm but gentle. “Eyes open, Max. Look at me. I want to see you believe me.”
She forced her eyes open and tilted her head down just enough, her gaze locking with his. He held it and all she could see was the confidence he had and the assurance he would hold her through it. There was a loving certainty to the way his thumb kept up its relentless ministrations. The pleasure was so concentrated Max couldn't breathe. There was nowhere for her mind to wander, no deep fullness to focus on, no secondary sensations. It was just this one brilliant, burning point of contact and Lucas’s eyes telling her it was enough.
“It’s… it’s too much,” she panted, her hips beginning to rock in tiny, desperate arcs like her body was trying to increase the pressure, change the angle to chase something it couldn't name.
He used his other hand to settle firmly on her hip, holding her still. “It’s exactly enough. I’ve got you.”
Lucas increased the pace slightly. The slick, soft sound of his thumb moving over her swollen flesh was obscenely loud in the quiet room. Her breaths became impossibly quick, shallow pants. Whines and whimpers got stuck in the back of her throat. Max realized that she was at the mercy of his relentless, targeted friction.
“I don’t… I can’t just from this,” she whimpered, even as her back began to arch off the bed.
“You are,” he stated, his thumb never faltering. “You’re shaking,” Lucas said fondly. She was, she realized. A fine tremor had taken hold of her legs and her hands were tangled in the blanket like it could keep her anchored. “Your breathing is fucked, babe. You’re so close you can taste it, and I’m just touching you here.”
He punctuated his words with a firmer, faster stroke. A broken cry escaped her. The world narrowed to the fire between her legs and the anchor of his gaze. It was an intimate, vulnerable torture. He was proving a point, and her body was betraying her, agreeing with him with every frantic beat of her heart.
“Lucas, please…” she sobbed. Max couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She threw her head back into the pillow, knees jerking like she was trying to crawl away from the touch and merge herself with it at the same time.
“What do you need?” he asked, his voice rough with his own arousal while his eyes carried an innocence like he wasn't breaking her down and putting her back together. He was still, impossibly, just using his thumb to bring her to the edge and keep her teetering on it.
“I need… I need to come,” she confessed, the words ripped from her like each one was a struggle. She cried out again. Tears rushed from her eyes down her temples and into her hair. It was getting tangled from all her writhing.
“Then come,” Lucas said gently. “I know you can, babe, prove me right.”
The unwavering belief in her was what pushed Max over. The tight, hot spring snapped. Pleasure, sharp and bright and shockingly intense, erupted from that one focused point. It wasn’t the deep, full-body quake of an orgasm from penetration; this was a sharper sensation that made her cry out. If she could see anything past the tears filling her eyes she could have gotten a laugh out of the dorky, admiring look on Lucas’s face at her keening sound of disbelief.
Her body bowed as the waves crashed over her. It was one after another in a way she wasn't used to. Max sobbed; her vision was swimming. Through it all, his thumb never stopped its perfect motion, drawing out the spasms until she was a shuddering, boneless wreck. She was just putty in his hands.
Finally, blessedly, he stilled his hand, but didn't remove it. Lucas stayed a warm, possessive weight against her oversensitive flesh that kept her whimpering. Max was crying in earnest now, gulping for air.
A full minute passed like that before Lucas pulled away. He crawled up her body and gathered her against him like a ragdoll. She felt him pressing kisses to her hair and her wet cheeks, but it was all fuzzy.
“See?” Lucas whispered into her ear, his own voice thick with emotion and pride. “I win. In conclusion, the hypothesis is true. Do you think more testing is required to prove it's replicable?” he mumbled huskily against the top of her head.
Max buried her face in his neck, her body still twitching with aftershocks. “Hu-sh” was the only word she could manage.
He held her tighter, chuckling to himself. They rested for a bit, until her breathing leveled out to something closer to normal. Lucas rubbed her back firmly. “Do you want a showe-” He was cut off by her shaky hand falling to his boxers.
“You aren’t getting away with that so easy. Let’s see how you fucking like it.”