by Lola Darling
I lose track of everything. Time and place. All I can feel are his hands as they trail down my neck, pausing for a second to feel my pulse, pounding hard against his palms. God, his hands are so fucking big and strong. He can do whatever he wants with me now, and he damn well knows it, and that is turning me the fuck on.
He sucks my lower lip into his mouth, bites down just hard enough to make me gasp. Then he releases my mouth and trails his tongue along my neck instead, his hands sliding down my chest, tracing the outline of my breasts, not quite touching them yet, teasing, taunting. Letting me know he’ll take me when he wants me, and not a moment before.
“When you walked in on me, do you know what I was thinking about?” he asks, his mouth so close his breath feels hot on my ear.
I swallow hard. “Me?”
He laughs softly, a low, deep rumble that sends a flare of desire into my stomach. “Yes, you. Specifically, I was thinking about how I want to fuck you.”
His hands have dropped to my waist now, pinning me against him. I arch my hips up to meet his, forcing the hard length of his cock against my stomach, and savoring the way I feel a twinge from my bellybutton straight down into my pussy. God, I’m already wet, and he’s barely touched me.
“How do you want to fuck me?” I ask, as I keep rotating my hips, grinding my body against his.
“I could tell you.” His hands reach my hips, and suddenly they’re gripping my hipbones, hard enough to hold me still, freezing me in place. Reminding me that he’s in control here. “Or I could show you.”
My breath catches in my lungs for a second, trapped there with need. It takes me a second to free it again, to catch his eyes with mine and respond.
“Show me,” I gasp.
Next thing I know, he pushes me onto the couch. He lands on top of me, his hard body pressing mine down into the cushions. He pins my arms over my head, his hands wrapped around mine, then sliding down my wrists, my arms, until he’s pulling my shirt off between us.
I lean up to bite his lip, quickly, before he tosses my shirt aside, and I reach down to pull at his too.
But he grabs my hands again, pins them over my head once more. “Don’t make me tie you up, Chloe,” he admonishes, and I can’t help the defiant, hungry little grin that creeps onto my lips, then.
“Who says I wouldn’t enjoy that?” I bat my eyes.
His own grin widens, wild now. “Be careful what you wish for.” In one smooth motion, he jerks his shirt off over his head, then bends back over me to wrap it around my wrists. He knots it around my hands deftly, tightening the knot just enough so I can feel the pressure from it. Maybe if I pulled hard enough I could untangle myself … but if I’m honest, I don’t really want to.
I love feeling trapped by him. Taken over. Giving up control, for once in my life.
Plus, the view is as mouth-watering as I remember. Those cut abs, and fuck, that sharp V-line muscle that points straight to his beautiful dick like an arrow pointing home.
But I don’t have time to stare for long. He’s already unclasping my bra and bending to trail kisses from my neck all the way down to my clavicle, then down, down, his tongue lapping at my skin.
“I can’t wait to taste you, Chloe,” he murmurs between nipping and sucking lightly at my skin. Then he cups my breasts in both hands, firm yet gentle at the same time, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, which are already hard and aching for his mouth.
I’m breathing hard by the time he pauses, his tongue right between my breasts, and leans back again, his hands still wrapped around my breasts. He catches my eye, makes sure I’m watching before he rakes his eyes along my body, a long, slow, appreciative gaze that makes sure I know he’s loving everything he sees.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says, and his voice sounds nothing like usual. It’s deep, guttural. Feral. “I’m going to make you scream.”
My tongue flashes across my lips. For once, I think I’m speechless.
He stretches along me again, and I arc up against him as his lips close around my nipple, his teeth grazing my skin ever so lightly, just enough to send shivers rocketing through my body.
“Fuck, Max,” I hiss through my teeth, and he has the audacity to laugh softly, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through my chest. I clench my hands around each other, desperate to touch him, and yet loving the fact that I can’t, that I’m helpless beneath him. His mouth glides down my stomach, pausing to flick his tongue into my navel and making me shiver again.
His hands undo the clasp of my jeans in a second flat, and I lift my hips to let him wriggle them off my ass. He yanks them down to my knees, leaves them there, and slides back up to catch my thong in his teeth.
Oh God.
Sure enough, he manages to pull my thong halfway down my thighs with his teeth alone. I shiver as the cool air of my apartment hits my bare skin, I am dying for him … slowly. He starts to trail his tongue up my inner thigh, and goosebumps rise all along my arms. I let my head fall back against the couch, gasping as he turns his cheek, his stubble brushing my inner thigh and sparking a whole new crash of shockwaves throughout my body. He licks along the crease where my thigh meets hip, first one leg and then the other. I can actually feel my pussy clench, and my hips buck in desperation. He uses one hand to press my body flat against the couch again, and lifts his eyes to mine.
God he’s hot like this. Powerful and dominant and I squirm against his hand, unable to stop my reaction.
“Not so fast, Chloe.” He pauses to trail his tongue along my pelvic bone, not quite touching my clit, but reaching close enough to make a hundred nerve endings fire, and my body twitch in anticipation. “Naughty girls don’t get to come. Are you going to behave for me?” He lifts one eyebrow, still grinning.
It takes me a second to catch my breath, before I stare down at him, as haughtily as I can given the fact that I’m tied up and splayed naked across my own couch. “That depends. What will misbehaving get me?”
Without warning, he slaps the outside of my thigh with one hand, hard enough to make me yelp in surprise, though not hard enough to leave a mark. The sting that accompanies the slap is more pleasure than pain. “Misbehavior gets you spanked.” He leans in and traces his tongue over my lips, taking his time with each one. In one quick flash, his tongue delves into my pussy, then out again, my desire glistening on his chin as he smirks up at me again. “Behaving gets you a tongue-lashing instead.”
I swallow again, my mouth suddenly dry, my pulse ramping up higher than ever. “That,” I reply, my voice a little breathless in a telltale way, “Is an impossible decision.”
“I’ll make it easier.”
His tongue trails over my clit this time, and the sudden sensation on my sensitive skin causes sparks down my spine. My head falls back against the couch as I moan loudly. Uncontrollably.
He must take that for an answer. Next thing I know, he’s flattening his palms across my stomach, pressing me against the couch as he licks harder, faster, his tongue thrusting into me, then lashing over and over, circling my clit, then sucking me deep into his mouth.
His hands join in, his fingers tracing my opening, until they’re drenched, and then he slides one finger into my tight pussy. His tongue runs along my clit now, gentler, slower, drawing out the nerve endings until it seems like I’ll catch fire from the sensation. I’ve lost all control of my vocal cords, gasping and moaning alternately, especially when he thrusts a second finger into me.
“God, you’re so fucking tight, Chloe.” His eyes are heavy with need, when they meet mine. Their green in them suddenly seems darker, wilder. “I can’t wait to slide inside you.”
His fingers fuck me slowly, building momentum, as he watches me writhe against the couch.
“Fuck me, Max,” I groan, so damn close to losing it, and yet wanting him inside me right this second.
He only grins in response. “Not yet. I promised to make you scream first.”
Then he drops to lick my clit aga
in, his tongue strong and white hot against me. My whole body arches as the pressure builds at the base of my spine, growing into a tight knot below my bellybutton. His fingers are relentless, pushing in and out of me faster, his fingers curling up to press my frontal wall as his tongue lashes my clit.
I dig my nails into the shirt he’s tight around my hands, my hips moving of their own accord, bucking upward, even as he uses his free hand to push me back down again. All the while, his mouth doesn’t stop, his lips closing around my clit to suck on me lightly before his tongue resumes its hard licks.
When the orgasm hits, I can’t control the cry that escapes my lungs, or the spasms that shoot through my body. He keeps going, picking up the pace, licking hard and strong against me and my pussy clenches tight as a fist around his fingers as I come a second time, still calling out, my voice insensible.
My vision swims as he leans back to grin up at me. He kisses me, right where I’m still throbbing, and I jump a little at the sensitive spikes of pleasure jolting through me. He keeps kissing me, back up my stomach, across my breasts, up my throat, his stubble scratching gently at my skin the whole way, until we’re again face to face, and he claims my mouth once more.
I taste myself on his lips, and it makes me shiver, the fire coiling in my belly once more.
His hands roam across my arms, my shoulders, my sides, my breasts. He grins down at me, his strong, powerful body still pressed against mine. Then he reaches up and undoes the knot in the T-shirt binding my hands.
In response, I run both hands down his back, until my fingertips graze his ass. I clench, hard, around his firm cheeks, and pull his hips against mine.
“Max please,” I breathe into his ear, as he exhales hotly against my cheek.
His tongue toys with my earring, coils around it, flicks along the lobe of my ear. “Patience, Chloe.” His voice is a purr, a growl I can feel through my entire chest. He draws back a few inches to peer down at me, his one hand trailing up my chest to caress my neck, a move that sends a shiver of anticipation thrilling down my spine. “I plan to fuck you hard.” His teeth flash in a sharp, sensual grin. His finger pauses just beneath my ear, then trails along my jawline, before dropping to my neck, to trace my pulse again. “But I want to savor this first. I’ve dreamt of taking you for so long.”
His fingertip traces up to my chin, and on impulse, I tilt my head to suck it into my mouth, running my tongue along the length of his digit, coiling my tongue around the base of his finger before I pull back to let him ease out of my mouth, slowly. Just before I let him go, I bite down, hard, my eyes on his, a grin on my lips.
He grins back. “You’re impatient tonight, baby.”
Without another word, he slides off of me. A faint cry of protest escapes my lungs, my body suddenly bereft of the heavy, comforting, hot sensation of his body holding me down.
“What can I say?” I grin up at him. “Guess I’m misbehaving.”
He lifts an eyebrow at that. Then in one smooth motion, he grabs my waist and flips me upright to bend me over the back of the couch, my ass sticking up in the air, both of us kneeling on the couch cushions. His firm hands on my back pin me in place, one hand dipping to part my legs and slap my ass once, hard.
I yelp, jumping, though more from surprise. I turn to watch him over my shoulder, and when we make eye contact, he grins.
His palm brushes the sensitive area he just slapped, both his skin and mine extra hot. I shiver. “You’ve been very naughty indeed, Miss MacIntyre.”
Without warning, he slaps me again, and I gasp, but manage to control my body’s startled reflex this time. God, he’s driving me insane.
“Luckily I know how to handle naughty girls like you.” He leans in so I can feel the heat of his breath along my cheek. “I know what you want.”
He slaps my other cheek, and I arch my hips back toward him. “What do I want, then?” I smile at him, sly, as his hand caresses my ass lightly once more.
“My cock in your hot little pussy.” He trails a finger up my slit, and I quiver. I’m positively soaked again, already.
“Mm …” I peer up at him from beneath my lashes. “I plead the fifth.”
“Wise choice.” He spanks my ass once more, harder, and I groan softly. “You would definitely incriminate yourself if you answered that.” While I’m still watching him, he pushes his pants down past his hips, that huge, throbbing cock of his springing free, poised right behind me. He’s planned ahead, rolling a condom down his length. As I watch, I find myself needing to remember to breathe once again.
“I dunno about definitely,” I tease him. “I only might incriminate myself.”
He poises his cock at my entrance, slowly trailing the tip up and down the length of my slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Tell me again what you want, Chloe,” he demands, his eyes locked on mine, dark and sensuous in the low light of the apartment.
Without hesitation, I open my mouth. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
He slams into me so suddenly I don’t have time to brace myself. I slide forward into the couch, moaning as his huge, thick length dives into my wet heat. God, he’s so fucking big. I feel so full, the tip of his cock pushing up against the end of my cervix, only barely fitting inside me. His hands grip my hips as he draws back again, slow and tantalizing, making me feel every inch of him, making me writhe against the couch with desire.
“Take it,” he practically growls. Then he’s thrusting back into me again, harder this time.
I arch my back to thrust my hips in time with his, and grin at the guttural, growling sound that he makes when I do.
“Fuck, Chloe.” He pulls back, thrusts again, his cock stretching my pussy, filling me with every thrust, the tip of his cock pressing against my walls. We both moan softly. “You’re so sexy, you drive me fucking crazy.”
He grabs my hips with both hands to steady himself, and starts to build up a rhythm, thrusting into me steadily, his hips working faster and faster, his cock slamming into me.
“Oh God, just like that,” I groan as my body bounces against the couch, my hips struggling to keep time with his while I’m bent over in my prone position.
I clench hard, squeezing him like a fist and revel in the shiver I feel run through his body. It’s contagious, I think, as a shudder of pleasure trickles along my spine as well. “Please, Max. Fuck me,” I manage to gasp, and he does.
He reaches up with one hand to grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back, arching my neck, as he slides out of me and slams home again, my walls swelling as I stretch to take every inch of his thick cock. The rough fingers of his other hand dig into my hip as he keeps driving into me in a steadily building rhythm. My breath comes harder and faster as the tight coil in my stomach edges lower, and my muscles tighten further of their own accord. Every inch of my body screams for release. I ache for it, yet I want him to keep going; I don’t want this pleasure to end.
I cling to the couch for balance as he continues to slam into me, over and over, every thrust driving me that much closer to the peak. I lose track of time, of anything but the sensation of the couch fabric beneath my fingers, my pounding heart, the thick, sweet and salty scent of his sweat and mine mingling, the sound of his desperate, guttural, feral growls as he fucks me. In that moment, my body is his and his is mine. He angles his hips so that with his next thrust, his cock glides along my front wall, and I barely have time to gasp for breath before a shattering orgasm takes control. I spasm around him, and I’m so lost in the wash of white-hot pleasure that I barely hear myself scream. In a few more strong, steady thrusts, he comes, one hand clenching my hip so hard I know I’ll find marks in the morning, the other yanking hard on my hair. His groan is loud and desperate and so fucking hot that I feel another aftershock of orgasm run through me. My pussy clenches hard around him again, and I feel him twitch inside me as I milk every drop.
Coming down from his orgasm, he leans forward against me, until we’re both dangling over the couch,
his hot, sweaty, solid body pressed tight along my back, his cock still inside me. He runs his hands through my damp hair, his breath hot against the center of my back. He kisses me softly, up the vertebrae of my spine, all the way to the nape of my neck, to the spot where my hair begins. Then he kisses along the side of my neck until I turn my head and meet his lips with mine. He cups his hand along my cheek, stares into my eyes for a long, quiet moment, before he kisses me again, softer this time.
“That was …” I start to say, before I realize I can’t find words for it. I can’t remember the last time I felt so desperate for release, or found someone who knew exactly what I needed at every moment in bed—or, well. On couch.
“Fucking hot,” he replies. We both laugh, softly, and he catches my bottom lip between his, sucking gently.
I pull back with a grin. “We should probably try and get cleaned up.”
He sighs, like it’s the worst thing he’s ever heard, and sits up a little to pull out of me. The moment he does, I feel empty. My body throbs with the memory of his cock, and I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but in the best way. In the way that will remind me of him, with every ache I feel.
“I suppose so,” he says as he pushes away from the couch, glancing down at me with another long, savory glance over my body. “But I’ve got to be honest—I’m not sure I can stay clean around you.” He flashes me a wink, and my cheeks flush as I grin up at him.
I am so screwed, I think vaguely, somewhere in the depths of the still-sane part of my brain. And I don’t even care. In fact, I fucking love it.
Eighteen
Max
I cannot get enough of this woman.
That’s the thought on my mind as I watch her beside me, her perfectly-shaped bare chest rising and falling with the easy motion of sleep.
It’s past 2am, and we both need to be up and in the office early tomorrow. We have a meeting at 10 with some of the hardcore “rubbers,” and I want to get there at least half an hour beforehand to finish sorting through my notes from this weekend. I’d planned to do that when I got home tonight, but, well…
