“How many times, then?” He smirked.
“I don’t know,” I breathed, pressing my forehead to his. “But I won’t keep count if you don’t.”
“So this’ll be a fling then? Nothing more?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Not really.”
I sat back. “Well, it can be whatever we make it. For now, we can just go with the flow and whatever happens, happens.”
He nodded, bringing me closer, his fingers spreading across my hips. “That sounds nice.”
“So, can we go back to what we were doing before you so rudely interrupted with this sob fest?” I teased.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’ll give it to you.” He ran the tip of his nose up the crook of my neck, placing a tiny bite on my shoulder. “But not tonight, Shakes.”
His head moved down, those warm lips of his gradually wrapping around my taut brown nipple. I moaned as he circled his tongue around it. When he pulled his mouth away, I climbed on his lap again.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked, breathless. “What do I get tonight then?” I adjusted my hips as I moved forward on his lap, purposely grinding on his erection.
In an instant, Max grabbed my wrists and flipped me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head on the bed. I yelped as he hungrily sucked on my exposed breasts, just enough for me to feel how serious he was in this moment.
My back arched and he seized the opportunity, clasping the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. When they were off, he went lower and lower, planting kisses on my stomach, above my navel and then below it, until he was right there. Right fucking there, where I needed him to be most.
His mouth hovered above my sex, so close that it was unbearable. I was panty-less and writhed as his tongue ran through the lips of my sex. A soft cry rushed out of me as his tongue pressed down on my aching nub. My back arched, and he whispered, “Be still for me, baby. You’ll get this, but nothing more tonight.”
“Why can’t I have more?” I asked breathily.
“Because.” He brought his hands down to spread my legs further apart. Resting my thighs on his shoulders, he centered his face between them and continued with, “You aren’t ready for me just yet, Shakes. I have to get you there. I have to make sure that when it finally happens, you’re ready. I can tell it’s been a while since you’ve had some. Gotta make sure I’m well worth it.”
He grinned up at me and before I could say another word, he was devouring me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
I was vulnerable to Maximilian, his for the taking. I felt like a queen on top of the world. On top of King Max.
Soon, my thoughts came to a hush, and I’d reached my peak. I came from his mouth alone, back arching, crying out so hard and loud there was a bang on the wall across from us.
I gasped, nearly breathless as my body tried to settle itself. “Did someone just bang on the wall?” I ask, panting.
When Max lowered my hips and sat up, glancing over his shoulder, he said, “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about that. It’s just Francine. She’s a little upset that I don’t do cougars.”
My eyes widened. “She wants you to have sex with her?”
He stood up, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”
My lips pressed together as I drew my legs in. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Playboy.”
He laughed, holding his hands out and gesturing to me.
“What?” I ask, biting a smile as he looks me over.
“I just can’t believe Shannon Hales is sitting on my bed completely naked and I just made her come all over my mouth.” His palms pressed on the bed as he planted a deep, warm kiss on my burning cheeks. I turned my head a little and our mouths connected. The kiss was deep, passionate, and perfect. “You still think you’re ready for me, Shakes?”
“I’m not intimidated.”
“A girl like you shouldn’t be…”
“So why can’t we right now?” I whispered in his ear.
“Because,” he said, kissing the crook of my neck. “I want you to beg me for it.”
“Well, good luck with that because I don’t beg.”
“Says the woman who just let me eat her out on my bed.”
That smoldering look in his eyes, the nearness, and knowing deep down that I would surely be begging for him to be inside me, drove me wild, but I was never going to tell him that. I was stubborn that way.
“I won’t beg,” I said smugly as he laid me back and rested his erection on my lower belly. He wanted me to feel him—feel how hard he was.
He smiled, then ran the tip of his nose over my cheek. He was about to kiss me and I prepared my lips for it, but then he jerked back enough so that my mouth couldn’t reach his. “Yeah,” he said, a deep chuckle leaving him. “We’ll just see about that.