Max wasn’t home now, however, and it had been three hours since you’d gotten off work. He hadn’t replied to your texts or the two phone calls you’d made to him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little worried.

To pass the time until he came home, you decided to make yourself some dinner. You found a thawed chicken breast in the fridge and cooked it with some vegetables before eating it in the living room, watching a few reruns of Pawn Stars. By the time you’d watched three episodes and had finished not only dinner, but a small piece of pie for dessert, it was nearing ten thirty at night and Max was still nowhere to be seen.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips when you heard your phone ding, signaling that you had received a text from someone. You were hoping that it was Max telling you that he was on his way back, but your anticipation was dashed when you read Craig’s name instead.

Max is with me. His phone died, don’t worry. We’re bringing him home now.

You briefly wondered why Craig would have been around Max today since the singer, as far as you had known, was in Arizona. The band had a couple of weeks off tour until the next one would start, and you knew that Max’s friend wanted to spend that time with his on again, off again girlfriend as well as his kids.

You texted him back letting him know that the key to the deadbolt was in its usual hiding spot since you were planning on going to bed. You’d waited up for as long as you could, and Max was usually pretty understanding when it came to going to sleep early. After all, you were the one who had a day job, not him.

With questions in your mind and an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, you locked the deadbolt before setting the house alarm. You said goodnight to the dog, making sure his food and water bowls were full before you started getting ready for work. You had no doubts that Max probably wouldn’t be home until four or five if they were driving here from Craig’s condo outside of Phoenix.

Sleep didn’t come easily for you but as you slept, you couldn’t stop dreaming about Max. This month marked three years that you’d been together, and though things like this still upset you, they were the best three years you’d ever shared with someone else. Max was an amazing boyfriend to you despite the unconventional relationship. He spoiled you with dinner out when he was home from tour, and more often than not there were gifts waiting at home for you when he was on tour.

It was the kind of relationship you’d always dreamed about, and a little side trip on his part to Arizona wasn’t going to ruin that.

A loud crash in the living room caused you to wake up, your eyes wide and heart racing fast. The dog was growling outside of your bedroom door, letting you know that something wasn’t normal.

“Max,” you whispered his name before swallowing hard when you realized that your boyfriend wasn’t yet in bed next to you. You reached for the mace spray in your nightstand before pushing the blankets off, slowly getting up.

This was the most fear you had ever felt before. Last summer, your apartment complex had gone through a string of break ins. Ever since then, you had been paranoid about someone coming into your apartment.

You walked into the hallway slowly, shaky fingers clutching the baseball bat to your chest as you tried to find the intruder. A lamp in the living room was now on, but you knew that you’d turned it out before bed.

“W-Who’ here?”

You heard a few footsteps in the dining room and spun around just in time to see a shadow walking into the hallway that led into the living room. Fearful tears were starting to form in your eye. Finally, the shadow came forward and you felt a breath of relief pass your lips as Max’s familiar face came to view.

“You weren’t waiting up for me,” Max murmured to you as he reached to hold your hand, leading you towards the couch.

You arched your eyebrow and folded your arms over your chest, shaking your head. You could sense that the two of you were about to have an argument. The last thing you wanted was to fight with him, especially since you had work in the morning.

“Baby, it was late when I got the text,” you mumbled to him. “I have work and I had to go to bed.”

Max didn’t say a word to you as he tucked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your legs before he bent you over the couch.

“That’s not an excuse,” he finally told you, slapping your thigh before he slid his tongue along your knee. “Is it?”

You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip as you tried to close your legs. You knew that he wanted to play, but you were too tired already. There were only a few hours left until you’d have to get up to get ready for work. Max arched his eyebrow and shook his head.

“Love, don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve stayed up late to wait for me before,” he shook his head before he slid his tongue further up your thigh. You couldn’t stop your breath from hitching in your throat this time as he kept your legs wide with his hands, his mouth moving closer and closer to your pussy.

“Max, stop,” you mumbled. “Let’s go to bed. We can play—”

“We’ll play when I say we do,” Max growled, shaking his head before he slid his tongue along your clit, circling it slowly before he sucked it into his mouth. The last thing he was going to do was listen to you tonight. It was obvious what he wanted tonight and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.

“ Lwithout me, then you tried to stop this,” he murmured before putting his mouth back to you. A moan left your lips and you closed your eyes, squeezing the couch cushions.

“Max,” you gasped his name. “Shit.”

“Don’t,” he growled, pinching your hips with his fingers before he started eating you fervently. He wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

You couldn’t stop yourself from arching up against his mouth. Max growled, shaking his head and pinning you down again. He clearly wanted control of the situation and at a time like this, you weren’t going to argue him. You had to admit, you loved it when his dominant side came out to play.

He worked your folds with his mouth for several minutes, not stopping as he tried to get you even more turned on before he slid two fingers inside of you. You gasped, your eyes widening as you writhed against his strong grip.

“Fuck! Max!” You cried his name out. He smirked, loving the fact that he was getting you closer to your orgasm. He kissed your thigh, his eyes on yours.

“Cum for me,” he demanded, kissing your thigh as he pumped his fingers in and out of you fast and deep, curling them against your spot and causing you to cry out loudly. Another moan left your lips and you swallowed hard and arched again, unable to stop yourself. You were so turned on. You whimpered, your whole body starting to shake as he went back to using his mouth.

“C’mon,” he growled against your hip. “Cum for me, [Y/N].”

My rock hard cock snapped against my stomach. I grabbed  it and  felt myself twitch slightly as I began teasing myself by playing with the tip, slowly sliding my thumb against the small slit. I moaned her name and slid my hand down my shaft, wishing that my hand was her. I wanted her to be sliding down my body, maybe using that lovely little mouth of hers. That's the best way to wake me up in the morning - just put your mouth around my cock and bob your head. [Y/N] does it almost every morning for me. I started sliding my hand faster as precum started seeping out.  I occasionally tease myself by rubbing my thumb against my tip. Before long, I was extremely sensitive and my thoughts about her weren't making it any better. I moaned her name as I continued to stroke and tease myself before releasing all over my hand and my floor, my head falling back onto the pillows as my eyes closed.

  Third Person Point of View

  You had been watching Max masturbate and the entire time, the only name he said was yours. It was making you extremely frisky, and as you heard him scream, you bit your lips as he released all over his hand and the floor, driving you absolutely wild. You walked over to him, shaking your hips as you got closer to him. You grabbed the hand that he had just released into and started teasingly sucking on his fingers, licking the cum from his palm. He moaned more and watched with dark eyes as you licked some of his cum up off of the floor. 

  "Why are you wasting all of this, Maxie?" You teased as you kissed him, using your tongue to make him taste some of his own cum. "Nice orgasm, but I can make you cum twice as hard." You purred into his ear as you nipped his earlobe gently, causing him to moan, his cock twitching slightly.

  "How do you plan on doing that, [Y/N]?" He asked seductively, a hint of need edging his voice. He was still lost in his own lust and you could tell just by looking into his eyes. He whined as you continued to tease him.

  "Well, I could always use my mouth to make you cum for me," you teased as you trailed kisses from his neck down to his chest, flicking each of his nipples with your tongue and  making him twitch underneath you as you smirked, looking into his lust-clouded eyes. His face was scrunched up in  pure bliss as you continued to trail kisses down his body, nipping his hipbone and making him arch his back and twitch even more.

  You finally leaned your head down to his lap and licked his tip with your tongue, causing him to moan your name. His moans were the most attractive thing that you have ever heard and didn’t fail to turn you on. You licked up and down his shaft teasingly making him buck his hips up as you smirked.

  "Patience,  Maxie," you teased as you slowly slid his cock into your mouth. You started teasingly bobbing your head up and down while circling his tip once and a while with your tongue.

  "Fuck... Ohh... Mmmm, just like that..." He moaned as he bucked his hips upwards. You went a little faster, taking a few more inches into your mouth and curling your lips over your teeth so that you wouldn’t bite him. He finally growled your name loudly and twisted his hands into your hair as he forced you to deepthroat him, no longer patient enough to play your game of cat and mouse.

  "You're so good at this, [Y/N]. Where'd you learn how to do this?" He moaned, getting more vocal as you continued to deepthroat him, occasionally gagging on his length. You could feel his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to releasing into your mouth.

  He moaned once more as you took just his tip into your mouth licking it roughly. He released just like that, filling your mouth with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed most of it, loving the bitter, salty taste. Then you went up to his lips and kissed him sweetly, a smile on your face as you curled against him 

"That was the best thing that I’ve ever felt. You give the best blow jobs, [Y/N]." Max smiled as he came down from his screaming and moaning high, kissing you back.

"Thanks, Max," You replied simply as you closed your eyes and kissed his cheek.

You remained cuddled up to him like that for a while as you thought about what you had just done with a smirk on your face. Getting him off was your favorite thing, and as long as he was off tour for a couple of months, you were going to take advantage of your time together.

"Hey, [Y/N]?" He asked sweetly. 

"Yeah?" You answered.

"I love you."

“Hey, Princess,” a chipper voice spoke behind you, causing  you to whip around, coming face to face with a pair of bright green eyes, long hair, and despite the schools numerous rules against them, piercings and tattoos. It was none other than Max Green, ‘bad boy’ extraordinaire and the  constant pain in your ass.

“Maxwell,” you nodded politely, continuing your way to class and hoping that he wouldn’t try to follow you. Late last year, he’d developed a thing for you and he’d harassed you all summer long since he was your neighbor. You’d been hoping that he’d drop it by the start of the school year, but clearly that hadn’t happened.

 “Hey!”

Max scrambled to catch you and slipped an arm around your shoulder. You resisted the urge to lean into his arm, not even wanting to think about why your mind was thinking about letting him hold you. Without missing a beat, you swept his arm off and turned to glare at him. People were starting to stare, and that was the last thing you wanted right now.  

“What do you want, Maxwell?” You snapped, not even pretending to be polite anymore. All summer you’d had to deal with him and now he was following you in school, too. It wasn’t what you wanted to handle.  

“Not, much,” he grinned at you, not letting go of your hip. “I just thought I’d get your answer on Friday night.”

 You frowned, arching your eyebrow and momentarily forgetting how annoying he was because of how confused you were suddenly.  

“Friday?” You inquired, giving him a quizzical look. “What’s going on on Friday?”

“I asked you on a date, Princess, and you told me you’d give me an answer later,” he grinned smugly at you. In an instant, you realized what he was talking about and you groaned, your head tilting back.

“I told you I didn’t think I’d want to go on a date with you, Max,” you corrected him. “How do you get ‘maybe’ out of that?”

He shrugged again, the smirk on his face as confident as ever.

“So, I’m going to take that as a yes. Great,” he smirked. “Dress in something you won’t overheat in. See you then, Princess.”

He didn’t say another word or give you a chance for a comeback as he walked towards the exit doors. You frowned, shaking your head. There was no way you were going to go on a date with Max Green. He was trouble, and you wanted no part in his weird world. The first bell rang for class and you scurried, not wanting to be late as you made your way towards Homeroom.

The next few days passed by quickly and before you knew it, it was Friday afternoon. School this week hadn’t gone by too slowly, and you were glad you’d have the weekend to recoup. With a pile of homework and a few projects for Yearbook due on Monday, you knew that time would go by fast.

Friday night, you were just sitting down in your bedroom to get started on a World History essay that was due when your mother knocked quietly on the door. You looked up as she stepped inside and frowned at the smile on her face.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t tell your father and I that you had a date tonight,” she told you. Your eyes widened and you groaned as your head fell back.

“I didn’t think I did,” you grumbled back. “I told him I was busy.”

Your mother scoffed, walking over and shutting your history book, shaking her head.

“You haven’t gone on a date the entire time you’ve been in high school, [Y/N]. It’s one Friday night, and you’ve got the rest of the school year to work on your history projects and Yearbook. Your father and I think it’s a great idea, and he seems like a creative guy.”

“Yeah, creative,” you mumbled under your breath, standing up and grabbing your hoodie off the back of your chair. You already knew that there was no way your mother would let you stay home. You were being forced into going on the date with Max.

By the time you walked downstairs to the living room, it was eight thirty and you were hoping your parents would give you an early curfew. Your father just smiled and patted your back.

“We trust you, [Y/N]. Just be back by midnight,” he told you as he and your mother walked into the kitchen, leaving you alone with Max. You groaned as you looked up at him, shaking your head. You didn’t understand why he wanted to go on a date with you so bad. He could have any girl in school that he wanted. Everyone liked him because he was the troublemaker.

“You’re dressed perfect for what we’re gonna do,” he grinned, reaching down to grab your hand. He didn’t say another word as he pulled you to his car – an old, beat up black Mustang that looked like it had seen better years.

You didn’t even want to know where he was taking you, you thought to yourself silently as he opened the passenger side door for you. You got in and folded your arms across your chest. You may have to do this, but there was no way you were going to pretend to enjoy it.

He drove for about fifteen minutes before he got off on an exit not too far from your house. You knew it wasn’t in the best part of town, so you were more than a little nervous as he parked his car in a dark lot outside of a club that advertised itself as having the world’s best strip show.

“We’re not old enough to get in here, Max. And even if we were, I don’t really want to see strippers,” you mumbled, shaking your head.

Max just laughed and tossed a fake I.D. into your lap.

“Sure we’re old enough,” he scoffed. “You’re twenty-one tonight, baby girl. And as for strippers…that’s not quite the show you’re gonna be seeing tonight.”

His words caused you to look up, your eyebrow arched again as he got out of the car. Where was he going to be if you were the only one watching the show? This was seeming like a worse idea with every second that passed.

Max walked around the car and opened the door for you before leading you in through the back door. You were greeted by a dark room with neon lights on the sides of the wall. You could see two stages set up in the room. One of them was clearly for strippers while the other looked more like a miniature band stage.

“C’mon, I want you to meet a couple of people,” he smiled at you, holding your hand as he led you towards the door that led behind the stage. You saw a group of people standing in front of the stage and bit your lip. You’d heard that Max was in a band, so maybe he was going to play a show and wanted you to see it?

When he introduced you to a group of guys that were getting their instruments ready, you realized that that was exactly what this was. Suddenly, things didn’t seem so bad. There were worse ways you could be spending your evening, you thought to yourself as Max grabbed a bass from a beat up case.

“I know how much you like music,” he murmured. “I heard you listening to it through your bedroom every night this summer. So I figured maybe I’d play for you? This is our first big show,” he grinned.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that this wasn’t really a big show. In the main area of the building, you could see maybe forty people standing, waiting for the music to start. All of them were excited, but you could tell that Max was the most thrilled. He took on a whole different personality when he was in his element, you decided.

Hell, he even looked kind of attractive.

“It’s time,” the singer nodded at Max before he smiled at you as he walked past you to the side of the stage. Max grinned as he leaned in to you.

“Kiss me for good luck?” He smirked.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Maybe if you impress me with your amazing skills, you’ll get a kiss after the show,” you teased him. You didn’t really mean anything by it, though Max was clearly accepting that challenge by the look on his face as he joined the rest of his band on stage.

The entire show took your breath away. They only played four or five songs, but they put everything they had in to each and every one of them. Max was the most mesmerizing to you. Suddenly, he wasn’t just your annoying neighbor or the school troublemaker. He was someone who had a goal in life; someone who had passion and knew what he wanted.

You couldn’t help but feel the dislike for him giving way to attraction as he exited the stage, sweat dripping from his face and a huge smile on his face as he put his bass back. When he was finished, you handed him a towel that you’d found on a table and smiled at him.

“That was really great, Max,” you smiled. “I mean that.”

Max, your boyfriend, wanted to stick on the bus.

“I’m sure, baby. I don’t know if I could stay sober if I went out, especially since I know all the dealers and shit,” he mumbled, kissing your fingertips. “But you go. I want you to have a good time. That’s why I brought you out on tour with us.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you leaned in to kiss him gently. His sobriety clearly meant a lot to him, and for a moment you contemplated staying with him. Being alone in Las Vegas was no fun, especially when all your friends were out partying.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and squeezed your hands gently before he looked up as Craig cat-called into the lounge.

“Yo! Let’s get going, [Y/N]! We’ve only got a couple hours left ‘til bus call!”

You groaned, but the grin on your lips was unmistakable as you got up, grabbing Max’s jacket and joining Craig. You knew that your boyfriend would be just fine on his own and tonight, you planned on giving him one hell of a private party.

“Where are we headed?” You asked, biting your lip as Craig wrapped one of his arms around your shoulder with a smirk.

“The clubs, of course!” He grinned. “You’re gonna get waaaaaaasted!”

You rolled her eyes playfully and bit your bottom lip as Craig dragged you towards one of the clubs in question. All he had to do to get in was show his ID. Before you knew it, all of you were sitting in one of the VIP lounges and there were several drinks on the table for you to choose from.

“How the fuck did you manage that?” You asked, arching your eyebrow. Craig just grinned and took two of the shots.

“We’re kinda famous, kiddo,” he teased as he handed you one of the shots. “Take it! C’mon, you know you want to.”

The truth was, this was the first time you’d ever actually gone out partying with them. Most of the time you didn’t go out with them because Max was always left alone and you didn’t like it when he didn’t have someone with him. After all, he didn’t bring you out to be with his best friends. He wanted you with him a lot. But tonight was different, and you were definitely relieved that you got to let loose a little bit.

You didn’t hesitate as you swallowed the shot, your eyes wincing and your stomach cringing as the alcohol slid down your throat. It burned, you realized, but it was such a good feeling that you knew you wanted more. Craig laughed when he saw the reaction as he handed you another one.

“There you go, babe.”

Two and a half hours later, everything was a blur. Your mind was spinning and everything you looked at seemed to be moving in circular patterns.

“You gonna make it back to the bus, babe?” Craig asked you, his arm supporting your weight. He was drunk, too, but not nearly as much as you were. “Should we call Max?”

You shook your head and giggled as you tripped on a homeless man’s leg.

“Nope,” you grinned. “He’s sleeping probably. I’m gonna wake him up in the best way he’s ever felt.”

“TMI, babe, TMI,” Craig laughed.

You were surprised he managed to remember the way to the bus, but when you got there you stumbled on as quietly as you could manage. Your whole body was a little cold as you moved towards the back of the bus, landing with a loud crash on to Max’s bunk and directly onto his body, causing you to giggle loudly.

“[Y/N]?” Max mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay,” you giggled, kissing his neck sloppily before you reached to start unbuttoning his jeans. “I want you,” you breathed against his skin.

Max let out a small groan and ran his hands along your back. You could already feel him starting to get hard underneath his jeans. He looked up when the sliding door to the bunks opened and groaned when he saw Craig.

“Go away, man. I’m about to get some,” he growled. Craig just laughed and shook his head as he moved into his bunk.

“This is gonna be too good of a show, man,” he laughed.

“Ignore him,” you breathed against his skin, moving your lips down his chest towards his stomach. “Who cares if he watches, baby? It might be kinda hot.”

You could tell that Max was still a little apprehensive so you unbuckled his jeans for him, sliding the zipper down before you yanked the jeans off. You nearly fell off the bed as you did so but Craig caught you, helping you back onto the bunk before you pushed Max’s legs wider. He was still hard and you smirked as you rubbed him.

“Oh,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut before he turned to glare at Craig. “Not one fuckin’ picture, dude.”

You were too busy pleasing Max as you ran your hands down his sides to care about Craig’s response. A few moments later you wrapped your lips around Max’s length, your eyes trying to focus on his as you sucked. Max let out a small moan and you grinned as you scratched his thighs.

He was definitely loving the way you were treating him, you realized as you started bobbing your head up and down. You were hoping to get him off with just your mouth tonight. After all, he hadn’t been able to go out and party with you.

“God, baby girl,” he whispered, his fingers threading themselves through your hair. “Feels so good. Oh, don’t stop. Fuck.”

You grinned around him before you pulled your mouth off so you could breathe for a few moments. Your hand pumped him fast, your lips now kissing and nipping at the skin on his lower stomach before you felt him pulling you up.

“I want inside you,” he growled, pinning you underneath of him and reaching for his belt. Your eyes stayed on his as he wrapped the leather around your wrists before he tied them to one of the boards on the bunk, causing you to grin.

“Getting a little kinky, huh, babe?” You slurred. He just let out another small moan as he nipped your neck before yanking your skirt down your legs and tossing it onto the floor. He didn’t really care where it landed and as he slid inside of you hard, you realized he didn’t care anymore that you had an audience.

“O-Oh,” you groaned, your eyes fluttering shut, head falling to the side as he held your hips hard as he moved deep.

Both of you faintly heard a couple of clicks from the other side of the bunk, but you were both too caught up to care that pictures were being taken as Max leaned over, his breath hot on your skin as he kissed you roughly.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He whispered to you roughly. “Say it.”

You were a little too drunk to comprehend what he was saying until one of his hands reached for your neck, holding your face so that you were looking at him. His free hand gripped your hair, holding it tight as he kept his eyes on yours.

“Say it,” he growled roughly. “Say you’re fucking mine, [Y/N].”

His demand only turned you on more as you nodded as much as you could. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you swallowed hard.

“Fuck, Max, baby. I’m yours,” you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed again. “So close…”

Max grinned, kissing you hard one more time before he bit your bottom lip.

“Cum for me then, baby.”

His words were enough to trigger your release and you cried his name out, not caring how loud you were or who might hear you as you released. Max groaned, his hand tightening in your hair as he sped his hips up. He slammed in as hard as he could, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bunks before he groaned, his body seizing as he pulled out just in time to release on your thigh.