Saving the Villain

[Warning: Mature Content ahead. Not advisable for ages 17 and below.]

"Don't want to?" Maxen asked, brushing the tip of his nose against Cosette's cheek. "Just say so."

"No..." she whispered, tilting her head at the ticklish sensation crawling under her skin. "... Max, stop."

"Then don't take it off."

This time, she clutched his shoulder tighter, pushing him away lightly. His brows furrowed, tilting his head as if nothing mattered to him right now, aside from fondling her breast and kissing her.

"Hmm?" his eyelashes fluttered lazily, watching her press her lips in embarrassment.

"Not that..." came out a muffled voice, looking away from him momentarily, only to look back once more. "... what I mean is, you should be the one taking it off. It's a little embarrassing if I do it myself."

Maxen blinked twice, looking at her flustered face. At this point, he couldn't measure the euphoric sensation filling his chest.

"Cozie, do you know what I'll do if you take your clothes off?" he asked out of plain curiosity, waiting for her to look back at him. "Once I took it off, I'll take off your bra too until there's nothing to protect your chest."

"I... I know that..."

"I'll look at them," he added, watching her face flush in a deeper shade of red.

Cosette gulped and looked back at him, this time without looking away. "Su — sure."

"It's fine?" he asked, and she nodded mildly. A shallow breath slipped past his lips, pushing himself away until he was standing on his knees. Maxen looked down at her from her hips, going up to her exposed tummy, and then to her beet-red face. His mouth fell open at the sight of her.

Did she have any idea how far they had gone? His eyelids drooped as his gaze lingered on the luster in her eyes.

'I want her... so bad.' His thick eyelashes failed to conceal the desire that flickered across his eyes. He knew it was wrong, and they were too young for this. However, it was not like he would go as far as to make love to her.

'Just make out,' he told himself. He bent over once again, but instead of his face landing directly on her lips, he went lower to the hem of her shirt. Without a word, Maxen bit the hem of her shirt and pulled it up until her entire stomach was showing. While doing so, he kept his eyes on her.

She was watching him, gulping at his action and shuddering at the chill inbound breeze that caressed her skin.

"You look excited," he teased, making her look away instantly.

"I'm not," she denied with a huff, hearing him chuckle.

"Cozie." Maxen moved his face upward, using his fingertip to guide her jaw to make her face him. "Don't look away."

He kissed her once more, this time more comfortably in claiming her lips. They had been kissing for over ten minutes now, and his lips felt slightly numb. But that wasn't enough to stop him from kissing her more. But she still frowned under his lips.

"Stop teasing me, Max," she complained, causing the side of his to stretch from ear to ear.

"I'm sorry. I was in the wrong," he surrendered, biting her lips gently, afraid her lips also felt numb. As his light kisses grew longer until they were locked in a passionate kiss once more, Maxen carefully pulled the hem of her shirt. When it reached her armpit, he parted his lips from her to take off her shirt.

Cosette changed her top earlier, from a sleeveless top to a bigger tee. If they only knew this would escalate to this point, he would've asked her not to change clothes. That one she was wearing previously was easier to take off. Actually, she didn't need to take it off as he would only slip the strap down her shoulder.

But well, Cosette raised her arms up while he took it off. As soon as her shirt left her arms, Maxen simply draped it over the backrest of the couch. He stood on his knees to get a better look, causing her to shield her bosom with her arms.

Maxen didn't complain, though, nor did he demand. All he did was stare at her while she was covering her mounds with her arm. Under those arms, he caught the upper cup of her bra over her arm while the other only showed her upper chest. The latter was the one he had fondled, and the strap of her bra had already fallen off her shoulder.

'She's hot...' he thought, in disbelief at the naked glory right before his eyes. Maxen unconsciously licked his lips, moving his hands to her arms. His lips curled up when she bit her lips in reluctance but still didn't fight him when he spread her arms to the side to show him what she was hiding.

After his eyes landed on the pink nipple, his arousal shot up to the roof. His hand left a mark around it as her skin was as white as milk. Her other bosom was still covered, and without thinking twice, Maxen hooked the cup covering her other mound. He pulled it down until it bounced out for his eyes to ogle.

That second, his brain buzzed and all he could think was to touch and suck them. They looked so delectable, but instead of making his mouth water, it made it dry up.

"Cozie," he called under his breath, reaching for her breast until both his hands were cupping them. As soon as he did, he snapped his eyes at her as she let out a faint whimper.

Cosette was covering her lips with the back of her hand, eyes watery but clear. She was looking back at him, noticing how his eyes appeared like those intoxicated men who could barely control themselves. She nearly gasped as Maxen pinched her nipple, rubbing them gently in between his thumb and index.

Her body shuddered and flinched, tightening the knots in her stomach. Her legs closed slightly, turning her head at the ecstasy traveling through the ends of her nerves.

Maxen observed her reaction and how her body reacted with just a slight pinch of her nipple. His eyes grew darker and darker, his brain clouded with nothing but the thought of wanting her. He wanted to see her and hear her whimper more.

So, without a moment's notice, Maxen bent over once more. This time, instead of kissing her lips, Maxen's lips landed on her collarbones. He nibbled them carefully, taking his precious time biting, kissing, and sucking, slowly making his way down to her bosom.

But just as he was around her mound, Maxen stopped and gazed up. His lips curled up as soon as he caught her gaze, sticking his tongue out and letting her see how the tip of his tongue touched the end of her hardened nipple. She gasped and flinched, clutching his shoulder on instinct.

"Max..." she whispered through her gritted teeth, breathing heavily. But other than that, she said nothing further.

Maxen raised his other hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb, before opening his mouth and keeping her teat in between his teeth. Her mouth instantly fell open, shuddering every time his tongue flicked against her teat. His other hand had already left her face to fondle her other breast.

Another moan escaped her mouth, causing her to cover her mouth from the sensation that was forcing her to moan. But Maxen seemed to love it as he pressed his thumb on her other nipple, massaging it in a circular motion.

"Ah..." came out a muffled moan, covering her lips to keep the embarrassing sound at the minimum. She pressed her palm harder when Maxen moved to the other, kissing and sucking her other breast while fondling the other. The saliva he left on the other breast made her body tingle as his finger massaged it smoothly.

For minutes, Cosette tried her best to muffle her moans while he sucked and french kissed her breast with equal attention. After some time, Maxen placed both his hands on the side of her bosom, pushing them together until her mounds were squeezed together, making it easier for him to lick them.

'I think I'm going crazy,' she thought, panting for air. The simulation was already making her out of breath, unable to discern what she was feeling at the moment. However, one distinct feeling remained dominant.

She wanted more.

Cosette didn't know what sort of more it was, but subconsciously, she exactly knew what she wanted. Her lady down there... was hot and wet. To prove this theory, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his body down until his bulge was pressing against her.

"Max," she whispered in between her ragged breathing. As if sensing what she wanted, Maxen let go of her teat, only to claim her lips right after.

"I feel… super hot," she confessed in his mouth, inducing a rasped hum from him.

"I know," he answered, kissing her lips while his hand caressed her body down to her navel. His hand didn't even linger on her short belt as he slipped it inside to relieve what was making her desperate right now.