“Damn, you taste good,” he whispered against my mouth. “I want to taste you all over.”
I shivered in his embrace, my heart racing in my chest. Why did it matter if I slept with Max as well?
Was I really considering sleeping with Max?
“What’s on your mind, Anna?” he asked, pulling back. “I can hear you thinking from here.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
His thumb slid across my cheek lightly. “Listen, I’m not looking for anything but a bit of fun today. No feelings, no thoughts, nothing but fun. You seem like you could use a distraction and I can be that distraction if you let me.”
If nothing else, Max was right about the distraction. My life was upside down right now and I was about to ‘kill’ off my best friend just so I could take the headmistress down.
If that wasn’t a call for a distraction, I didn’t know what was.
But did I want this to be the distraction? If I had learned anything about the kings, it was that they turned into these overprotective bodyguards the moment they stepped into my life like this.
Royce’s gorgeous face flitted across my thoughts and I pushed it away for now. Royce and I hadn’t made any sort of declaration to each other and despite Arthur’s attempts to, neither had he.
I was free to do whatever I wanted.
“Anna?”
I turned my attention back to the present, closing the distance between our lips to give Max his answer.
I needed this.
He backed me against the wall, his touch both rough and gentle at the same time as his hands roamed over my clothed body. He tore his mouth from mine, and I arched my back as his lips found my neck, his hand yanking at the button-down shirt I was wearing, sending the buttons flying across the room. I gasped as he roughly grabbed my breast. “If it’s too rough, let me know,” he said against my collarbone. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“You’re not,” I gasped as his thumb flicked over my erect nipple. “Please don’t stop.”
He growled, his teeth nipping at my tender skin on my shoulder as he inched my shirt off. Lucky for him, my bra was clasped in the front and he had it undone in seconds, his eyes feasting on my bare breasts. Heat climbed up my body and I fought the urge to cover myself against his intense gaze. “Take your pants off, Anna.”
My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband of my jeans, undoing the button and pushing them down my body. I kicked out of my shoes and removed them the rest of the way, divesting myself of my torn shirt and bra while I was at it. The cool air caused goose bumps to break out over my body, but I knew I would be warmed shortly, if Max’s gaze was any indication.
He took my arms and slid them over my head, his hand holding my wrists as the other slid down my body, touching my skin, the valley between my breasts, my taut stomach.
I sucked in a breath when his hand teased the waistband of my panties, wondering when he was going to touch me there. I wanted him to touch me there so badly that my legs were trembling. “Tell me what you want,” he said, stilling his touch.
“I want you to touch me there.”
“Where, Anna?”
“My clit,” I begged. “Please, Max.”
He grunted and slid his fingers under the waistband, dipping into my wet warmth. I closed my eyes and rose to meet his greedy fingers, moaning as he brushed over the hard nub. “Yes,” I breathed.
His other hand slipped down my arm and wrapped around my throat, causing me to meet Max’s eyes. “You tell me if it’s too much,” he said gruffly, applying pressure.
I went still as I felt him work my clit with one hand and apply pressure to my throat with the other, wondering what was going to happen next. This was far different than any other sexual encounter I had experienced, and it was terrifying.
And I was turned on crazily by it.
Both sensations started to intertwine themselves and soon I was bucking against his hand, becoming lightheaded as the pressure started to build under Max’s touch. He didn’t increase the pressure at my throat but when the sensation down below became too much, I writhed against his body, wanting him to make it go away.
“Anna,” he groaned. “Come for me.”
Oh, I was going to. When he increased the pressure on my throat, my palms started to sweat, my breathing ragged. I had never experienced anything like this before, yet I wanted more.
So much more.
When the orgasm finally hit, I cried out, causing Max to drop his hand at my throat. He pressed his forehead to mine, his breathing matching mine as I came down off the pleasure cloud I was on. “I want you,” he said quietly. “Can I have you, Anna?”
“Yes,” I breathed, wanting more.
Max moved away and started to remove his clothing as I stared unabashedly as his gorgeous body started to come into view, marveling over his strong forearms and taunt abdomen.
When he shucked his pants, I drew in a breath.
“You all right, Anna?” he asked lightly, reaching into his pocket of his now discarded jeans and pulling out a condom.
“I’m fine,” I said breathlessly.
Max walked closer and hooked my panties around his finger, pulling them down over my thighs and to the floor with the rest of my clothing. “Come here,” he said, taking my hand.
He led me to rug in the middle of the living room and laid me down on it, the soft material caressing my skin. Max rose above me, sliding the condom on himself before leaning down to kiss me lazily. I encircled his neck with my own arm, pulling him closer as my other slid down his strong chest, over his abdomen before boldly grabbing his cock. “Damn, Anna,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “If you keep doing that, I won’t make it.”
I squeezed him lightly. “Choke me again, Max.” This was uncharted territory, but I was liking it.
His nostrils flared and his hand slid up to my throat, applying the same amount of pressure he had before. I arched as he slid into me, the intrusion only heightening the pressure on my neck. I felt dizzy with need, wanting Max to take me to that place he had earlier.
“Fuck,” Max said, pumping into me. “I’m gonna come.”
I wrapped my legs around his calves and urged him on, pinpricks started to dance before my eyes. I cried out as the orgasm hit me hard and Max shuddered shortly afterward, relaxing his hold on my throat. For a moment, I lay there, the haziness starting to clear, my body warm and sluggish as Max pulled out with a grunt.
I had just had sex with the last king, and I had liked it.
Max flopped on the floor beside me, propping his head up with his hand as his other slid over my sweaty skin lightly. “Well.”