Her Titans by Genevieve Jasper
Maxton
18
“That’s weird, Madelaine didn’t say she was going out,” Atlas remarks and I’m instantly tense. I was sadly excited to see Madelaine, but when we pulled up to our house it was completely dark. Quince rolls his eyes as we get out of the car and head to the front door.
“It’s fine, everyone. Chill.” He opens the door and steps back to let us in. Coloured lights flash around us with a yell of “Surprise!” and everyone rushes us, clapping me and Atlas on the back.
When I manage to extract myself from the crush of people, I see Madelaine in Atlas’s arms with her tanned legs wrapped around his waist. She catches my eye and wriggles from Atlas’s hold, jumping into my arms next. I’m still stunned I actually get to touch her, so I hold on a little too long and she pulls away, grinning.
“Happy Birthday, Maxton.”
She’s wearing high-waisted loose shorts with a baggy cami tucked in. It’s all black and highlights all the golden skin left on display. She looks incredible, and her hair is loose and wild around her shoulders. She looks so carefree and relaxed.
“Did you do all this for us?” I ask, looking around at the open area that’s been transformed.
“Any excuse for a good balloon, eh?” she laughs.
We wander towards everyone else who has moved back towards the party. There’s a huge balloon arch over the patio doors leading to the pool that’s covered in floating decorations reading ‘Atlas’ and ‘Maxton’. Inside, there’s catering and more decorations, and there’s a bar set up on the terrace outside next to a DJ. There must be at least 100 people here. I spend some time wandering around as people grab at me to wish me a happy birthday and chat. I’m at the bar to grab a refill on my ‘Maxton’ cocktail when I spot Madelaine through the crowd. Before I can head over to her, someone sidles up in front of me.
“Should one of the birthday boys be on his own?” A girl drawls, stroking my chest. “Fancy a dance? I’m sure I can cheer you up.”
Before I can answer I’m shoved from the side, my drink spilling all over my shirt. I turn, ready to rip someone a new one and see Madelaine with an innocent expression on her face.
“Oops, sorry,” she says lightly, sounding anything but. “I’m Madelaine.” She extends her hand to the girl who regards it suspiciously but shakes it in hers.
“Kate,” she replies. News to me.
“Nice to meet you, thanks for coming.” Madelaine continues. “How do you know Maxton?”
“We hooked up at a club before.”
We did?! Oops, I definitely didn’t recognise her. I keep my face straight and don’t show the surprise but notice the slight tightening of Madelaine’s expression.
“Oh, cool,” she says easily. “Well, have a great time!” With that, she wanders off into the crowd.
“Excuse me,” I tell the girl. Kim? I head after Madelaine but lose her in a sea of heads on the makeshift dance floor as I’m caught up by some more friends.
A little while later I spot her with Atlas, chatting with the guys we went for dinner with.
“Lorenzo was our partner in crime,” Madelaine is explaining. “We couldn’t have done it without him.” She mock-salutes, which gets a laugh out of him.
“Anything to put a smile on these grumpy bastard’s faces,” he replies, nodding his head towards me. “Plus Quince didn’t give me a choice.”
Madelaine doesn’t turn as I come up behind her. “Speaking of the devil, I should make sure he’s enjoying the spoils of our labour.” She gives everyone a smile and wanders off.
Atlas gives me a confused look. “What did you do?”
“I have no idea,” I say, watching her walk around the pool into the house.
“Well, go and apologise, dude,” Lorenzo instructs. “She threw you both an epic party.”
“Thanks for the advice,” I tell him sarcastically, following Madelaine into the house.
“Are you okay?” I ask when she stops to peruse the food table and I catch up to her.
“I’m fine. Where’s Kate?”
“How would I know?” I ask, pulling her away from the table for a bit of privacy.
“She looked like she wasn’t planning to leave you alone,” she says when we’re in a quieter corner.
“Are you mad at me for that?”
“I’m not mad,” she says and I believe her. There’s hurt in her eyes rather than anger.
“Did I do something?” I ask, cupping her cheek in my hand and tilting her head so she has to meet my gaze.
“I don’t enjoy watching other women paw at you.”
“I don’t care what other women do, you’re my girl.”
“Didn’t look like she knew that.”
Realisation dawns on me, and I know I’m an idiot. “Shit, I should’ve made it clear to her as soon as she tried anything.”
“Yeah, you should’ve.”
“In case there’s any doubt, you are the only one whose hands I want all over me. You can put them anywhere on my body, any time you want.” I smile down at her, leaning into her mouth. She smiles back at me as I press her into the wall, kissing her with everything I have. I try to convey the depth of feeling I have for her in that kiss, and it soon heats as I press my thigh between her legs and she arches her body into me. I’ve forgotten there’s anyone else in the room, let alone an entire party, as I snake my hands around her waist.
“For fuck’s sake, this is my karma,” Quince interrupts us. I pull away from Madelaine reluctantly and turn my head to look at him.
“You don’t have to watch.”
“As if I could look away. Me, and half the party.” He gestures behind him as people avoid my gaze. Good idea. “Anyway, it’s cake time.”
“Yay!” Madelaine squeals, clearly not caring how many people saw us making out in the corner like teenagers. She grabs my hand and leads me back outside to stand with Atlas where everyone sings Happy Birthday to us, and the biggest cake I’ve ever seen is wheeled out. Yes, wheeled out. Madelaine looks so happy that I just go with it, losing myself to the fun of the evening.
The party is winding down and I’m looking for Madelaine, more than ready to take her to bed for the night. We’ve spent the night dancing and laughing with everyone, and I swear she’s been teasing me on purpose, rubbing up against me any chance she gets. Quince sees me searching and puts me out of my misery. “She went to her bedroom,” he tells me with a sigh. I clap him on the shoulder and head that way.
“It’s Max,” I call, knocking on her door. She shouts for me to come in but I’m not ready for what I walk into. She’s standing with her hand leaning on the wardrobe doorway and I scan her slowly from head to toe. Her hair is still loose, but she’s freshly washed her face, her natural beauty more than enough to make her glow. She’s wearing a simple red satin bra that showcases her breasts to perfection. I groan, already so hard it’s getting painful. A matching suspender belt sits around her waist, just above those red satin panties. It’s attached to sheer stockings that cover her endless legs down to stilettos. Fucking hell. I’m actually speechless. A Titan, taken down by one spectacular woman.
“Jesus Christ,” I say out loud when I find my words.
“You like?” she asks, spinning to reveal the criss-cross of ribbon over her ass cheeks.
“I love,” I say, trying in all honesty not to drool. She walks over to me and I meet her halfway, gripping her nape in one hand and her ass in the other, pulling her into me. Just as our lips are about to meet, she whispers, “We should wait for Atlas.”
“We really fucking shouldn’t,” I mutter.
She laughs, not making any genuine effort to stop me. “This is technically his birthday present.”
“Fine.” I’m a rational man, I can control myself. I lead her over to the bed, standing her to face it and bending her over at the waist. This is definitely a position we will be revisiting. I snap a photo of the top of her ass, cheeks wrapped in ribbon with that bow sitting at the top, and send it to Atlas as Madelaine straightens up and spins to face me.
“He’s got two minutes.”
“How about I distract you until then?” she asks, as she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Madelaine…” I lose my train of thought as she undoes my trousers and pulls my hardness out into her soft palm. She doesn’t reply as she licks the bead of pre-cum from the head of my cock. It feels like it’s pulsing, I’m so turned on. She licks again, this time along the underside, and wraps her lips around the tip. I run a hand into her hair as she gives me a few tentative pumps with her mouth, then sucks and pops off the end.
“I want you to do it,” she says. I can’t piece one thought together, seeing her on her knees like this.
“Huh?” I ask her.
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Holy shit, belle,” I groan, tightening the grip in her hair. I tilt her head back slightly with my hold and she opens her mouth, taking my cock as I slide it in slowly. She holds onto my thighs as I push in, testing how far she can take me. I pick up speed just as Atlas comes to stand next to me. I didn’t even notice him coming in. She looks up at us both, desire in her eyes, and I have to pull out so as not to end the party early. I crouch down and kiss Madelaine passionately, her hands coming up to grip my biceps.
“You are perfect.”
I help her back up to her feet and Atlas wastes no time in claiming her once she’s upright, grabbing her waist right over the suspender belt and kissing her.
“Happy Birthday to us,” he says as he steps back, twirling his finger to encourage Madelaine to spin. “Fuck, baby, you’re incredible.”
She grins bashfully and reaches her arms behind her to undo her bra clasp. It falls away and her breasts sit perky, nipples hard. Next goes the suspender belt and Atlas and I stand statue-still, more than content to watch the show. Madelaine steps out of her heels, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll each stocking down, torturously slow until they’re both off. She stands again and shimmies out of her panties, letting them fall to her feet before stepping out of them. We’re both enthralled, taking in every inch of her bare skin. She starts fidgeting now that she’s fully nude, and Atlas grips her chin in his fingers.
“You don’t even know how stunning you are.” He trails his fingers up her stomach and runs them lightly over the curve of her breast, grazing over her nipples, making her breath hitch. “What do you want to do?”
She looks confused at the question. “I’m not sure.” Atlas’s fingers continue trailing a soft path over both breasts and Madelaine rubs her thighs together slightly.
“Did you like Max fucking your mouth? Taking what he wanted?” he asks and her lips part as she nods. “You need to tell us if you don’t like something, okay?” She nods again. “With words, Madelaine. What’s your favourite colour?”
“Black,” she replies, a frown appearing between her brows.
“You say black if it’s too much, okay?” His fingers continue skating over her skin and she releases a breathy yes. He releases her, stepping back to undress himself. I’ve already gotten rid of my trousers and reach over my shoulder to remove my shirt. Madelaine turns to me slightly and I take the opportunity to kiss her, running my hands over her bare back.
“We mean it, we’re only happy when you’re enjoying yourself,” I reiterate.
“Okay,” she replies, pupils blown with lust. I release her to search the bedside table, hoping for lube. Bingo. Atlas sits himself on the edge of the bed and pulls her back so she’s stood between his thighs, facing me.
“Take Max in your mouth again,” he instructs as I stand in front of her. He holds onto her hips so she bends at the waist, taking me in without preamble. Atlas leans forward and buries his face in her pussy, causing her to moan around me. I groan at the sensation and thrust myself into her mouth, in and out, fucking it like she wanted. Atlas continues his work from behind until she’s panting and moaning all over my cock.
“On your knees,” I say, pulling myself from between her lips.
“Facing me,” Atlas adds. Madelaine does as we ask, and I kneel behind her. Atlas pulls her hair into a ponytail, holding it in one hand, and as she takes him into her mouth, he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck, baby.”
I squeeze the lube onto the top of her ass and watch it run down between her cheeks, holding myself in my fist and following the trail with my cock.
“Is this okay, belle?”
She releases At and nods but he cups her cheek. “Words, baby.”
“Yes.”
Grabbing a cheek with my other hand, I line myself up with her slick entrance and my thumb with her backside, slowly pushing both in at the same time. She arches back with a moan and Atlas uses her ponytail to direct her back into his lap.
I pull myself nearly all the way out and slam back in, taking long, hard thrusts into her as I circle my thumb. Her orgasm comes out of nowhere and she tightens around me, pulling away from Atlas to scream. We wait for her to ride it out and then I pull out completely, swapping my cock to her back entrance and my fingers to the front.
“Push back when I push in, Madelaine,” I tell her, slowly pushing my cock in just past her ring of muscle and two fingers into her slick opening. I still halfway, wanting to check on her. “Are you okay?” She doesn’t answer, and I panic. “Madelaine?”
“Yes! Move, Maxton!” she demands, so I push the rest of the way in as she moans her pleasure. Atlas grabs her hair again and ups the ante, pushing himself further into her mouth as I thrust into her over and over, mirroring my actions with my fingers. I’m not going to last much longer, so I move my hand from her hip, snaking it round to pinch her clit, and she explodes around my fingers. She moans around Atlas deep in her mouth and he groans, finishing down her throat. She clenches around me and it sends me over the edge, coming with a growl and pouring myself into her. I pick Madelaine up as I stand and collapse onto the bed next to Atlas with her in my arms, where I would happily stay for the rest of my life.