He finally speaks. “Take care, man. I’ll talk to you later.”
I step into the elevator and watch his eyes darken as the doors close. I can’t get out of here fast enough. I don’t even stop back into my office before flying down the back stairs. I jump into my car and peel out of the parking lot. The New Jersey Turnpike is clear, save for a couple of trucks which I weave around in an attempt to clear my path. It takes me less than half an hour, but it feels like years have passed since I left the club. I know I should call to check in with Max again tonight, but not until after I taste that sweet pussy again. I’m sure he’ll find me if there’s a problem.
I pull into the driveway and slam the door, taking the front steps two at a time. If someone was trying to take me out right now they’d have a fucking clear shot since my mind isn’t where it’s supposed to be…it’s only where it should never have gone.
I let myself into the house and toss my keys onto the table in the foyer before kicking off my shoes and heading toward the bedroom. I stop in the doorway and lean against the wall, a slow grin lifting my lips when I see her lying on top of the sheet, stroking her breasts. She doesn’t break her gaze as her hands travel down her torso, halting right above her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” I grunt, stepping inside and stripping off my clothes as fast as humanly possible. “Let me see you touch yourself. I want to see you make yourself come.”
A sexy smile lifts her lips. “So you do want to watch. Good.”
She has no idea how sexy she is, how fucking turned on I am by the fact that she’s never done this before and wants to please me by giving herself to me in this way. I inch closer to the bed, unbuckling my pants as I walk. I climb on top of her, sitting on my heels. I put my hand over hers and slide it over her pussy. I grit my teeth, fighting every carnal urge to plow into her slick opening with my hard cock. A little more torture won’t kill me, although the ache runs very fucking deep, and I crave the release only she can give me.
I guide her finger over her clit, rubbing it slowly at first, letting the intensity build. Her body quakes with each flick, and I dip two fingers inside of her, sliding them in and out of her wet heat, soaked with her desire. Her breath hitches, and a tiny moan escapes her lips as she rubs it harder. I grasp my dick with my free hand and pump, squeezing and stroking as I watch her come undone. Her body quakes and quivers as the orgasm tears through her. She writhes under me, screaming for God. Fuck, I need to be inside of her right now. I want to feel that wet pussy blanket my dick. Precum glistens on my tip, and I rise on to my knees, clutching my throbbing cock.
Her eyes flutter open, and I drown in the lust-filled pools of blue. A deep pink stains her cheeks as her hand moves slowly toward my cock, her fingers snaking around the shaft. Every movement is tentative, as if she’s taking me out for a test drive. I just want her to jump into the driver’s seat and slam on the gas, but I need to be patient. She leans forward to take me into her mouth, gripping my ass as I thrust against her lips. They’re so tight around my dick, sucking and moaning and squeezing. She takes me deep, so deep that my swollen head hits the back of her throat...over and over and over. I slide three fingers into her pussy, the soft folds clamping around them. She pulls harder with those devious lips, teasing my slit with her tongue. She may not have done this before, but she’s a natural talent. I wonder what other hidden skills she’s saving for me.
I slide my hands down her slim torso, caressing her hips as I rock against her face. Her teeth nip the tip of my cock, and I let out a yelp.
“I’m so sorry!” she rasps.
“Just took me by surprise, babe. Don’t ever say you’re sorry. You’re fucking amazing,” I growl. “God, Shaye. I don’t know where you learned how to do this, but it feels incredible.”
She lets out a breathless giggle before taking me into her mouth again. My balls tighten, and I clench every muscle, desperate to keep the release from exploding out of me like Old Faithful. “Baby, I need to be inside of you. Now.”
My cock slips from her swollen lips and she gazes up at me, a sexy smile on her face. “Take me, Nico.”
I grab a condom packet from my nightstand and rip it open before rolling it on. I straddle her body with my knees, the head of my cock hovering at her entrance for mere seconds before I slowly push inside of her. She digs her nails into my back as I fill her, inch by inch. “Does that hurt?” I whisper against her hair.
She shakes her head, but her fingertips are still pressed tight into my flesh. I pause for a second and ease the rest of the way inside of her. My cock throbs with each thrust deeper. Her walls are so fucking tight around me, and she locks her ankles around me, urging my body to plunge farther.
It’s so damn easy to lose myself with her. I could let myself drift away so easily right now, never to return. She’s all I want, all I really—
“What in the ever-lovingfuck are you doing?”
The crack of something hard against something decidedly harder makes me jump and roll off of Shaye. I cover her with my body and twist around to see Max holding the baseball bat I keep hidden by the front door. Occupational habit and all.
“Max, what the hell are you doing here?” I’m still covering Shaye, although judging from the menacing look on his face and the murderous look in his eyes, it’s pretty damn clear he spotted her car in the driveway.
“You motherfucking, backstabbing, sonofabitch!” Max creeps into the room, his hair sticking up in a million different directions as if he’s been tugging at it, trying to decide exactly how to murder me and make it look like an accident. He swings the bat, and Shaye screams, her fingernails digging into my arms.
Crash!
I let out a deep sigh. Fuck, I really liked that lamp. It was a commemorative one we’d gotten years ago at Shea Stadium for opening day. They’d beaten the Dodgers…actually, they crushed them. That made the lamp shine that much brighter.
Until tonight.
“Max, before you—"
And there goes my television. At least this one isn’t a wall-mounted plasma screen. I need to get that bat out of his hands before he wanders into my living room, or before he realizes my head is still fucking attached to my neck.
“Stop it, Max! You’re acting like a crazy person!” Shaye pulls the sheet up to her neck and pushes past me.
“Liar! You fucking lied to my face before!” He points the bat at her. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby sister. Get the fuck out of that bed. Now! We’re leaving!”
“No.” Shaye doesn’t move. “I’m not going anywhere, Max.”
Max lets out a low growl that morphs into a scream, a sound that I’ve never actually heard a human make before. And the sound of the ceramic planter in the corner of the room shattering into a million pieces does nothing to drown it out. I need to get him out of here before that bat targets my skull.