He didn’t waste any time. He licked a line up my folds and turned it into a kiss that sucked my clit into his mouth.
Holy shit.
He planted a kiss on each thigh, then a third kiss on the top of my mound.
Holy fuck.
Then his tongue lapped lazily against my clit, every few strokes moving down between my folds and making its way back up to the hard bead that couldn’t get enough of his ministrations.
Holy fucking shit.
I fisted the bedding on either side of me and let him work his magic. My chest heaved and I couldn’t help my torso from contracting, lifting off the bed every time he sucked me into his mouth. With each suck, his tongue would lap, faster and faster until I thought I would burst. Then he’d release. He ramped me up to the edge of orgasm and back down, for what seemed liked hours. The pain of being denied release was the most pleasurable pain I’d ever felt.
Finally, he had tortured me enough. My body tightened one last time before I broke apart. With his finger inside my core and his tongue working my clit like a man on a mission, I handed my body over to him. When I finally came down, he was still between my legs, looking up at me with adoration.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed my core. The light touch of his lips felt like heaven against my already sensitive skin. While I wouldn’t argue with him setting up camp downtown for another few minutes, I needed more. I needed the hard, full feeling of him buried inside me, stroking my insides until the feeling spread through my body like a five alarm fire.
“Max?” I reached down, trying to grab on to the one thing I needed most, but he shimmied farther down my body, strengthening his suction on my clit.
“Ohmygod.” It felt so good. How could I even care about what he wasn’t giving me when he was already giving me so much? I couldn’t control the thrashing of my body, but he took it in stride. His big hand pressed against the flat of my stomach and held me in place while he continued to lap at my clit. Then he moved his tongue down, sliding between my folds and wiggling its way inside my core. He tickled and probed then moved back to my clit. He continued these actions until I was floating outside my body. In a place of such bliss that I couldn’t possibly still be on earth.
He let his tongue travel south, dangerously close to the forbi
dden bud, but instead of shock or revulsion, it felt good. So surprisingly good that it added another layer of pleasure. His hands traveled up my sides, his fingers fluttering lightly against my skin until he found the underside of my breasts. I cried out, loving every single time he touched me.
I was flying so high that I knew when I came for the second time, it would be so hard and so fast, I’d be helpless to stop it. Helpless to recover with any kind of grace.
I breathed in deeply when he sucked my clit into his mouth, letting out the air in quick, staccato breaths. Eventually, it was all too much. Every swipe of his tongue I had to hold my breath, the pleasure too intense.
I let it take over, pull me under, and gave in to his actions. The tightness that had coiled in my belly finally snapped, and I cried out, letting my orgasm explode, touching every single nerve ending. The room spun, sending everything around me into a blurred haze of color and light.
Each time his tongue touched my clit I jumped, my skin so incredibly sensitive, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him away, pressing his cheek to the inside of my thigh. He kissed it. An open-mouth kiss that sent a spasm to my core. God. I had just orgasmed all over his mouth and I was still hurting for more.
But now that he’d had his fill of my pussy, did that mean I could finally get what I wanted? Finally have him inside me.
When he crawled up and settled beside me, pulling my back against his front, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
Why? Why didn’t he want to have sex with me? Did he think I couldn’t handle him? Handle his…kinky needs, whatever they may be? Grace and Sadie were probably right. A man like Max Levin needed more than just regular sex to get him going. He was humoring me. I knew it. I felt it with every caress of his finger as he slid it from my thigh up to my shoulder and back again.
I was certain he felt sorry for the girl who’d never had a good time. I was certain he thought I was prudish.
A tear stung my eye. For the first time in my life I doubted myself—my body. I wasn’t his type. I knew that, but I thought I saw something in his eyes when he looked at me. What should I expect? For a man who made porn for a living, I was sure he’d perfected that look years ago.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there wasn’t something more to Max after all. Maybe he was just as shallow, just as selfish, as I had originally thought.
Chapter 13
Max
I had been holed up in my office all day, finalizing story ideas for our next set of productions on the Babysitter serial. One of them included Abby, the girl Ben and I had screened a few days ago.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to concentrate on much, considering I couldn’t get the image of Everly out of my mind, naked, as I looked up her body with my mouth pressed against her clit.
Last night had rocked me, and not just my dick. I’d had lots of sex. With many different women in many different positions and locations. Variety had always been the spice of my sex life. And the kinkier, the better. It made the deed bearable, considering I’d never been in it to connect with someone. I was used to fucking, but with Everly, we were going slow. Like we were teenagers just coming into our sexuality. I’d successfully gotten to third base. We’d already been on three dates. It hadn’t even taken me three dates in high school to get in a girl’s pants. Yet, surprisingly, I had never been more satisfied.
When I had gotten home, I’d lain in bed hoping to catch some much-needed sleep before I set off to work, but I couldn’t sleep. My dick was still hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about the many ways I could corrupt this innocent girl. Although, given that tiny edge I saw last night—the one where she’d played voyeur to my masturbating hands—she might not be so innocent after all.