“I guess I’ll just start at the beginning. I have had one, count them, one serious girlfriend in my life. Her name was Naomi. I would have done anything for her. She was my first love, my first sex partner, my first kiss. We were in our early twenties and love consumed us. Her dream was to be a great writer of romance like Nora Roberts. She was talented and I supported her dream like she supported mine to be a meteorologist.
“That book was her first and only release. We were just starting out in our careers and had very little money, so when she asked me to pose for her cover I agreed. I didn’t really want to, but she was my girl and like I said, I would do anything for her.”
“That’s so sweet, Max.”
“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, I kept my word and posed for the cover, but she refused to let me read the manuscript. I begged her, but she made me promise not to read it. It really wasn’t my thing, but I wanted to be the supportive boyfriend. Well, I kept my promise not to read it until after the release of the book. All our friends were excited to read the book.
“My best friend at the time was named Jacob. He and his girlfriend read the book together and when they finished, he brought me his copy, insisting I read it. It started out good, but the more I read, the more familiar it became. The heroine in the book was having a long-term affair with a friend from their circle. Well, it turned out the book felt familiar for a reason. It was like watching the movie, The Best Man.”
“Oh my goodness, Max? I am so sorry.”
“Yeah, I was mortified when I found out that everyone in my circle knew, except me. I felt like such a fool. When I confronted her, she got angry with me for reading the book. Apparently, it was her way of working out her guilt. I couldn’t hold my head high for over a year. Instantly, I lost everything, Since the book revealed that they had had sex in our bed, I couldn’t stay in that apartment, so I left. I no longer had any friends because I couldn’t forgive them for not telling me. So, there I was, alone, with a huge bag of trust issues hanging around my neck.”
By the time he finished telling the story, Max had tears rolling down his face. It was evident to PJ that he was still recovering from the betrayal. She shifted her body on the couch and placed the teacup on the side table. Reaching for Max, she pulled him into her arms and held him.
“I want you to know I would never do that to you, Max. I know what it feels like to be cheated on and it hurts like hell. You don’t have to be alone anymore. You have Latti and you have me too.”
Max looked at her with what seemed to be love in his eyes. No, he was just upset. He just needed someone to lean on and she would be that for him. She still didn’t think they were ready for sex, but they could make out like wild teenagers.
“I need you, Pashen. Please say I can have you.”
“Max, I don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m not ready for sex. I can still show you the affection you need.”
She lifted his face and kissed him softly. His lips were so soft and warm. PJ could spend a lifetime kissing him. She intended to start the meter tonight. Pushing him back onto the couch, PJ straddled his lap making sure her box was hovering directly over his manhood. Taking his head between her hands, she planted her mouth on his and snaked her tongue into his waiting mouth.
Max tasted of the tea they had been drinking and it was delicious. Keeping her hands on his face, she kissed him like she would die if she stopped. She felt his arousal grow beneath her and grinned. Without breaking the kiss, she began to rock click against his crotch, causing Max to moan.
His hands began caressing her back making her body shiver. Whenever he touched her, she felt like her body was one raw nerve ending. It brought pleasure and pain. She welcomed both. One of his hands slid between them and he began rubbing her nipple between his thumb and pointer fingers. God, it felt so good. It had been so long since a man had touched her sexually and even then, it hadn’t felt like this. Max had magic hands. Max had magic lips. And she was sure that Max had a magic cock, just waiting for her to ride. But not tonight.
She did, however, rub her body against his causing delicious friction that they both needed. Moving her hips back and forth over his cock felt so damn good that she had to close her eyes. As she rocked on his lap, she found herself spurred to go faster by the moans and groans coming from his mouth.
PJ found herself on the verge of exploding and became embarrassed. She was acting like a horny teenager. What the hell? She slowed her movements, but Max wasn’t having it. She guessed he was too far gone to stop now. He bucked underneath her and the sensation pushed her over the edge. She broke the kiss to allow herself to breathe.
“Oh fuck, Max. You’re gonna make me come!”
“Me too, baby. Don’t stop moving.”
He grabbed her hips tighter and moved her over his cock faster and faster until they both exploded. Spent, she collapsed onto his chest, where he wrapped her in his arms. They fell asleep in that position. A sticky, sweaty mess.