“Night,” I shout back as he pushes her into the house and pulls the door closed, then he waits a second, probably to see if she’s going to come back out, which is something she’s done twice now.
After a moment, he walks back to the car, looking annoyed, then he gets in behind the wheel and rests his hand on the back of my headrest so he can back out of her driveway.
“You’re very cranky tonight,” I point out, and he turns to glare at me.
“You and my sister are not allowed to hang out again.”
I laugh, resting my head back against my seat.
“I’m serious.”
“Whatever you say, boss.” I smile, closing my eyes, which is not wise, because my head starts to spin. I roll down the window, needing some air, and his hand lands on my thigh.
“Are you going to be sick?”
“No,” I tell him, hoping I’m right, because his car probably costs a billion dollars, and I don’t even want to think about what it would cost to get it detailed. Worse, the scent of puke would probably never come out completely.
“How drunk are you?”
“Somewhere between feeling good and knowing I’m going to have a hangover tomorrow.” I smile when he chuckles.
“I told you two that tequila was no good.”
“Tequila is always good, and with everything that has happened since I met you, I needed tequila.”
“What’s happened since you met me?” He sounds genuinely curious, and I turn my head to look out the window.
“Drama.” I sigh. “So much drama has happened since I met you.” I close my eyes, and with the wind coming in through the window, I’m able to keep them closed.
“Put your arm around my shoulder, baby,” Maxim says, and I blink my eyes open and find that he’s parked in the driveway of my house.
“I can walk,” I assure him, and he gives me a skeptical look. “Trust me. I’m not that drunk.” I get out, then laugh when I stumble into him. “Okay, I’m a lot drunk, but I’m all right.” I let him help me to the door, and he lets us inside. I take off my shoes like I always do but don’t trust myself not to tip over if I try to pick them up. I leave them where they are and start up the steps, holding onto the handrail and attempting to look like I’m not completely wasted. When we get to the kitchen, I grab a huge glass and fill it with water from the fridge, downing most of it before filling it back up and carrying it toward the stairs.
“I’ll take that.” He removes the cup from my hand when I end up splashing some over the side and onto the floor.
“I need a shower,” I tell him, and he shakes his head at me.
“You need to sleep.”
“Yes, but I also need a shower. It will help sober me up.” I head up the steps and across the landing to my bedroom, where I flip on the lights. As I strip out of my clothes, I hear the shower come on, and then a moment later, he comes out and watches as I bite my lip and attempt to take off the patches covering my nipples.
“Let me help.” He walks to where I’m wearing nothing but a simple piece of lace, and he pushes my hands out of the way and ushers me back to sit on the edge of my bed. When he kneels in front of me, I can’t help but admire the thickness of his hair and his handsome face drawn in concentration as he carefully pulls off the first patch and places a soft kiss against my nipple. Lifting my hands I run my fingers through his hair, and his dark eyes lift to meet mine.
“I shouldn’t like you as much as I do.”
“You shouldn’t?”
“No.” My fingers trace the edge of his scruffy jaw, and I frown when his lips tip up. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because you finally admitted you like me.” He pulls off the second patch, then leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting the tip and letting it go with a pop. “Which means we’re finally fucking making progress.”
His hands go under my ass, and he squeezes both my cheeks hard enough to leave fingerprints, then hooks his fingers in the string of my panties and pulls them down. With my pussy aching for his touch, I lift my hips off the bed and bite my lip as he drags them the rest of the way off, tossing them aside, then pushes my knees apart. My heart speeds up when he settles between my legs, then leans back just enough to unbutton his shirt, slip it off his shoulders, and toss it to the chair in the corner of my room.
“Don’t want it getting wet.” His smile is roguish as his rough palms smooth up my thighs, then move up to my waist before he cups both my breasts. My nipples that are already hard tighten further, and my breath hitches when he catches both between his fingers and tugs. “Have I told you how fucking sexy you are?”
His gaze meets mine as he leans in and bites my lower belly, the sting of pain and his face so close to exactly where I need him, causing my core to clench. When his hands move down to wrap around my waist and his thumb finds my clit, my hips move back. “Be still.”
“I can’t when you do that.” My voice is raspy to my own ears.
“Try.” His mouth latches onto my pussy, his tongue sliding inside me like he can’t get enough of my taste. I dig my fingers into his hair, my body shaking from the sensation of his scruff on my inner thighs, his mouth working me over, and his thumb circling my clit.
Just when I’m sure I won’t be able to take any more, he slides two fingers inside me, hooking them against my G-spot, tapping until I fall over the edge. My eyes close, and stars dance behind my closed lids while my core tightens around his thick fingers.
“Come down here,” he orders, biting my thigh before I even have a chance to fully recover, and I open my eyes just in time to watch him lean back, unzip his pants, and slide a condom down his length. “I want that pussy, April.”
I lick my lips and slide off the bed onto his lap, and he holds out his thick, long cock while leaning back on his heels. As he moves the head up and down between my slit, I wrap my fingers around his shoulders, then watch as he lifts his hips and slides into me inch by slow inch. “Maxim.” My head falls back on my shoulders. I’ve never had better than him, bigger than him, stronger than him.
“Give me all of it.” He wraps his hand around my back, urging me farther down his length, this position opening me up and leaving me at his mercy. Without a choice, I take all of him, my breath hitching when he bumps my cervix, only to lean back on his heels, then push forward and do it again. “Give me your mouth.”
Righting my head, I dig my nails into his skin, and I place my mouth against his. The first swipe of his tongue against my lips is sweet, then his teeth nip my bottom lip, and I lose it. I kiss him back, pulling his bottom, then top lip into my mouth, both of us panting. He fucks me hard, using me in the best possible way.
“I’m so close,” I breathe against his mouth, his body and mine shaking as we work toward completion, then he hooks one of my legs under his arm, spreading me open even farther, sending him impossibly deeper. His tongue delves back between my lips, and I cling to him as I climb closer and closer toward an orgasm that I know is going to completely wreck me. Then again, every single orgasm he’s given me has felt life-altering.
“Fuck.” He pulls my hips down as he thrusts up, the pain and pleasure almost too much to handle, especially when my core begins to pulse around his length, and he groans like he’s in heaven and hell.