The tip of his tongue teases my lips, but I don't let him enter. Pulling away, I smirk. “I did that to shut you up.”
Max chuckles as he pulls me closer. “I'm serious you know, you're not safe with me.”
“How about you just let me decide for myself what I want.” Pressing my chest against his, my nipples bead up hard. “I'm pretty good at making choices for myself you know.”
“Is that right?” his voice is sultry and thick. Max walks me backwards until the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress. “Do you know what I want right now?”
“What,” I ask as his hard body forces me to drop onto my elbows on the bed. “What do you want?”
“You.”
Max is looming over me, reaching both his arms to the bed, caging me in place. My eyes are frozen on his face. His gaze is ferocious, his mouth devouring, his teeth sharp. A shiver scales my spine, shooting out like a burst of lightening.
The weight of his presence causes me to lay back as he climbs on top of me. He's gentle, soft, despite the hunger I see in his eyes. With tender fingers he plays with the hair around my face.
“I wish you could see who I really am.” His eyes move around my face as his thumb runs across my bottom lip. “Because you would turn and run the other way.”
“You're wrong,” I say, my voice breathy and light. “I see who you are. Now you need to see it for yourself.”
There's silence between us. He's quiet, I'm quiet, but I can hear both our hearts beating. Each thud passes from his chest to mine, and mine to his, until they start to beat together.
The silence is swiftly gone as he drives his mouth onto mine, kissing me. Max drops to my side, still hovering over me. He's teasing his fingers up and down my chest, tracing my breasts, and tickling down to the top of my jeans.
An intense burning spears my belly as his hand sweeps down my ribs and cups my mound. My hips jerk into his palm on reflex, and all I can think about is him taking me again.
I want him and need him more than I can ever put into words. It's a feeling that's taking over, in every nerve, muscle, and bone. Like an animal in heat, my body is reacting to his touch. I'm not in control, and I haven't been since I stepped into his life.
The thought should scare me, only it doesn't. It leaves me with a fuzzy feeling, and a sense of mayhem that turns me on.
A soft moan crests my lips and Max quickly eats it with another full kiss. His hands are on my pants, tugging at the button. It pops free after a little struggle, and he doesn't waste any time.
Driving his hand into my pants, he smooths two fingers down my lips, pressing the hot center of my panties against my skin. I'm soaking wet, seeping through the fabric.
I can feel his cock as his hips start to move, rubbing against my outer thigh. His dick is solid as it grinds against my leg. He moves his fingers back and forth, massaging my clit with short circles.
His lips move off of mine and onto my jaw. He flutters kisses across my jawline and down my throat, nipping at my skin. Sucking in a sharp breath as he bites with a little more force, his fingers slips under my panties and into my pussy.
“Mm,” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip, and pulling it into my mouth.
His touch is magic, lifting me high into the air as he rubs my tender bud. His thumb strokes my clit, fingers smearing my juice between my folds.
Inserting one finger, he fucks me slowly, in and out, in and out. My body is wriggling beneath him, arching into him with fierce greed. My pussy is rubbing against his palm, eagerly trying to force him to go faster and harder.
With a devious smile on his face, one finger quickly changes to two. He glides his fingers in fast, and pulls them out just as quickly. My walls ache and clench, doing their best to keep him inside.
But he's gone, and now I feel empty.
I didn't realize I closed my eyes, and when I open them, I'm met with his sexy smirk.
Max pulls his hand out of my pants and rubs his fingers together. His fingers glisten as he rolls them over each other, never taking his eyes off of me. I watch his eyes flash, and he stares deep into my soul as he licks his fingers clean, sucking my flavor off his skin.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says, his voice deep and thick.
“Kiss me,” I say, wrapping my arm around his neck, and pulling him in.
He doesn't hesitate. His mouth is on mine, his tongue is in my mouth, and mine is in his. I can taste myself on his lips, and I'm not turned off by it. I'm actually growing hotter, wetter, my pussy bearing down, and grabbing at air.
I need him now. No more teasing.
“Take me,” I say into his mouth, feeding him my words.
Max deepens our kiss, his tongue licking the roof of my mouth as he groans. Pushing himself up, he grabs his shirt by the collar, and slips it over his head, dropping it to the ground.
His chest is cut with hard lines that create trenches and mountains of muscle I want to touch and taste. Stretching my arm out, I softly touch his stomach.
The sound of metal teeth echoes in between us as he unzips his pants. Tugging them down his thighs, he kicks them off.
I follow suit, slipping my jeans and panties off, then kicking them off the end of the bed.
His erection tents his boxers as he lays eyes on my naked body. I can see my reflection in the black pools of his eyes, vulnerable, yet eager and ready in the same breath.
With deliberate slowness, he releases his cock, letting it bounce free. The tip is shiny, damp with precum as he grips his length and strokes down to the base.
Grabbing a condom from his pocket, he tears it open with his teeth and slips it over his cock. Resting his forearms on either side of my head, he positions his body over mine.
Nothing has ever felt this right before in my life. But Max, Max fits perfectly.
His swollen tip parts my lips and glides easily inside. Grunting quietly, he stills above me for a moment, his cock buried up to the base. Locking his eyes on mine, he brushes a loose strand of hair away from my face.
He doesn't say a word, not one. And he doesn't have to. I can feel him.
Rocking his hips, he pulls out to the edge of his crown, driving back in with one hard thrust. My back arches high, lifting off the mattress as I dig my nails into the sheet. Pistoning his hips, he fucks me slow, and hard, he fucks me like I'm delicate, and then like he wants to break me.
My arousal drips down my ass, making a slippery mess between us. My walls tighten as he fucks me, and his lower belly rubs my clit with each shift forward of his hips. Tingles are beginning in my stomach, radiating down my thighs and up my chest as my clit pulses, growing more delicate with each thrust.
Burying his head in the crook of my neck, Max growls as his legs split wider, causing my thighs to butterfly open, giving him room to go deeper. I can feel him hitting the back of my pussy.
“Oh, mm—” His hand slams over my mouth, forcing the moan back into my lungs.
Faster and harder, he pumps his dick. My toes curl and my fingers tear at the sheet as the orgasm bursts out from the depths of my body. A rush of electricity floods my muscles, reaching every nook of my body.
Max gives one final push, forcing his face into the pillow and moaning. His cock throbs inside the condom, the thin skin between us not enough to stifle the heat of his cum. Pump after pump of hot cum fills the little bubble at the tip.
His body flattens, and he pulls himself out. Peeling the condom off, he drops it into the garbage can by his desk. Just watching him walk around his room is mesmerizing.