by Ashlee Sinn
“So wet,” I moaned.
She crushed her lips against mine and pushed into my hand. Sliding her hips up and down over the bulge of my jeans, I brought my hand around to the front and slipped a finger inside. She was moist and ready and so hot, I almost came in my pants. Feeling her riding me and knowing that she was close to coming without me even being inside, was such a fucking turn on. Fawn whispered my name when I added a second finger, jamming them inside of her as she asked for more.
“Oh, my god,” she panted. “Max, I…I’m coming.”
Her sex clenched around my fingers and she squeezed me tightly across the chest as she came. Breasts sliding against my bare skin, and legs wrapped around me like she claimed my body, had me on the edge of explosion myself. But I needed to be inside of her. Now that she was moist and ready, I wanted to give her a second orgasm more than anything in the world right now.
As Fawn got her breathing under control, I pulled my fingers out of her warmth and started to unzip my jeans. It only took a moment before she was helping me too. Her lips found mine and started to suck and bite and stroke my tongue. I could barely get my jeans off my hips in time.
“I want more,” she moaned against my mouth.
“You’re killing me,” I breathed. Finally freeing my cock from the jeans and boxers, I yanked my pants down enough to spread my legs and pulled her thong to the side so that her opening rested gently on my tip. Her moisture and warmth seeped through my dick and I tilted my head back far enough to see her face. Beautiful green eyes decorated in her trademark dark makeup. Flushed cheeks. Hair dancing in the breeze as we froze at the precipice of what was to become of us. I couldn’t get enough of her. And when she gave me a small nod, I lowered her hips and felt her sex slide slowly down over my cock.
So tight and hot and wet. Her muscles clenched as I buried myself deeper and deeper. I moved slowly at first—gently easing her tight pussy up and down over my dick. With each ride, she opened up for me a little more. And every time our hips met because I was so deep inside, Fawn let out a little moan.
“Faster,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me hard, Max.”
Growling my content, I gave Fawn her wish. I took a few steps backward so I could use the rock wall as balance. Spinning us around, I held onto Fawn’s ass with one hand while using the other to balance myself against the rock. I leaned forward just enough to suck on her flawless neck while slamming her hips against mine and driving deep into her core.
“Max!” she screamed. Her nails dug into my back and she used her own hips to increase the speed. “Faster. Harder. Please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I growled, loving the way our skin slapped together and echoed over the lake beneath us. “Fuuuck,” I groaned, picking up speed and feeling her muscles clench against my cock in preparation for another orgasm. I couldn’t hold out much longer, so when she screamed my name and came for the second time, I released my hot seed into her. The explosion lasted forever, my pulses fueling extra pleasure for both of us. The fabric of her thong rubbed along my shaft, giving me a strangely erotic sensation.
When we both finally finished and our breathing returned to normal, I pulled her close, still firmly inside that beautiful body. “Well, that was—”
“Fucking amazing,” she finished with a giggle. “I was so nervous about being with you,” she admitted.
“You were? Why?”
She shrugged and turned her head away from me. “Because you’re you and I’m me and we just have different…backgrounds, I guess.”
I nuzzled her neck and loved the way she squirmed in my arm. “Woman. You are so fucking sexy, you had nothing to be nervous about. You could have shown up in a brown paper sack and I still would have fucked your brains out.”
“Really?” she laughed.
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
Gently, I pulled out of her and set her on her feet. She readjusted the thong, and then stepped out of it completely. I watched, frozen in silence, as she stripped, already feeling the pull on my dick again. But when she slid my jeans the rest of the way off my legs and looked up at me with a wicked grin, I knew I was in trouble forever. Dammit if Fawn hadn’t stolen my heart completely.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I think it’s time for a swim.”
“Are you serious?”
She nodded and bit her lips again, something that ripped me up from the inside out because it was so cute. “Have you been in this lake?”
“Oh, yes.”
Slowly stepping toward the edge of the cliff, she looked down. “Is it deep enough?”
“It is.” My panther rumbled in my gut, ready to take the leap and so excited someone else wanted to do it with him.
“How high are we?”
“About fifteen or twenty feet.”
Fawn paled a little at that, and I had to chuckle. She heard me though, and immediately turned and walked behind me. “You first.”
“Oh, no. We go together.”
She crossed her arms, pushed out a hip, and raised that cute brow of hers. “What if you don’t jump.”
“I’ll jump.”
Hesitating again, she chewed on her lower lip. “Can I trust you?”
That was a very loaded question and I had a feeling she wasn’t just talking about jumping into the lake. Oh, no. She was asking me something much bigger. “Always.”
Fawn slipped her fingers into mine and let out a deep breath. “Okay then. On three. One. Two.”
“Three!” I shouted as I yanked us forward, took the three steps needed, and propelled us off the cliff. Fawn squealed the entire way down and I had a smile plastered to my face. The cool spring air hit our skin, but the ice cold, snow melt water brought both of us to screaming when we plunged into the lake.
“It’s freezing!” Fawn shrieked. “Oh, my god. It’s so cold!”
“Stop being a baby,” I teased. “You’re a shifter. You run hotter than the others.”
“And that’s why this feels so dang cold!” Her lips trembled and were already turning blue.
I laughed at her like a good man. “Come here,” I said as I waved her over.
She swam up to me and immediately wrapped her body around mine again. “You’re…so…much…warmer,” she stuttered through her chattering teeth.
I flipped her around to my back, grabbed her legs, and pulled them across my stomach. “Hold on, I’ll give you a turtle.”
“A turtle?”
With a chuckle, I started to swim. “You’re my little turtle shell.”
Giggling, she pressed her naked body closer to mine. “I get it.”
I made my way toward the shoreline a hundred yards south of the cliff we’d jumped off of. It was made of mud and tiny pebbles and provided a nice little beach area. As I climbed out of the water, I thought about how big this all was. I didn’t “hang out” with chics. And I certainly didn’t bring them to my secret spot. But Fawn was different. I’d craved being with her since the moment we’d met. It had been weeks of flirtation and foreplay that had led to this moment, and dammit if I didn’t want it to end.
The sun was out, shining nicely on our little beach. I set Fawn down near a large flat rock where she could soak up the rays and warm up her perfect, tight body. I watched as she sprawled out on her stomach against the warmth, laughing the whole time.
“I feel like a lizard,” she giggled.
“Well, you certainly don’t look like a lizard,” I said as I pinched her ass.
She laughed again. “Thank you for this, Max. This has been the best day ever.” Her eyes started to close but the smile remained on her face.
I cleared a spot next to her where I could dry off. And as I laid on my back and looked up into the sky, I felt her grab my hand again. She held it as she slept, and even though I had a dozen sharp edges digging into my skin, I’d never felt more relaxed in my entire life.
This was the perfect little spot. And it was now our perfect little spot.
/> I couldn’t believe how perfect this day turned out to be.
I opened my eyes, knowing I’d fallen asleep just long enough to dry off, and looked down to see Max. Sprawled on his back, right knee up, right hand behind his head, the other still holding mine, I admired the sheer beauty of his form. Abs that went for miles. Those two little indents on his lower stomach. Tight legs and arms the size of my thighs…Max Larkin embodied the perfect man. And when he smiled, I knew I’d been busted.
“Please don’t stop,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Don’t stop what?” I asked innocently.
He chuckled. “Feel free to stare at me all day, little bird.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I teased, pulling my hand away from his and flipping onto my back. The large rock holding me up was starting to dig into my skin, yet I didn’t want this moment to end. “I wasn’t staring.”
“You were. You were staring at my dick.”
“Max!” I must have blushed because I definitely felt the heat in my cheeks.
“It’s okay,” he said, still not opening his eyes. “All the ladies do it?”
“Stare at your dick?”
“Yes. Well, they did.”
I propped myself up on one arm so I could face him. Looking down at his shit-eating grin, I had to ask. “What are you talking about.”
“I used to be a stripper.”
“What?” I pushed up to sitting and covered my mouth. Shaking my head and watching his reaction to see if this was a joke, I asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yep. Your family likes dead people, I paid the bills dancing for horny women.” His smile grew but he still didn’t move.
“When was this?” I asked, kind of afraid he might tell me it was still going on. I prided myself in being a chill woman, but I didn’t think I could have my boyfriend stripping while I waited at home.
“A few years back.” He opened one eye to wink at me. “I don’t do it anymore.”
Leaning over the rock, I rubbed my fingers down his chest. “Show me.”
“Nope.”
“Oh, come on. That’s not fair!” I know I sounded childish but I was having fun. And so was Max by the way he kept laughing.
“That was city Max. Now I’m country Max.”
“What are you talking about?”
“After I left my pride, I found myself in Seattle and on the stage, so to speak.”
“You left your pride?” Was he like me? Alone and estranged from his family and his own kind? I had no idea we could be so similar.
“Another story for another day,” he said curtly, like he was warning me to drop it. I would, but in exchange for something.
“Okay then, but you need to show me your moves. I mean, are you like Magic Mike good? Like Magic Max. Ha! Magic Max.” He laughed while I babbled on. “Wait, what was your stage name?”
“Nope,” he said, propping up on his elbows.
“If I guess it, will you tell me?”
With a huff, he shrugged. “Sure.”
I pressed my fingers to my head like it would help me pull it from his mind. “Big Johnson?”
“No,” he chuckled.
“Maximus Ride?”
“Nope.”
“The Beast of the East.”
“I was in Seattle,” he teased.
“So, it’s east for some people.”
“You’re not even close.”
I honestly had no idea where to go next. “Come on, please tell me.” Pouting my lips and batting my eyes must have been working because I saw him grind his jaw together like he was trying so hard not to laugh at me.
“The Dark Prince,” he finally said.
“What? But you’re not dark and you’re not a prince.”
He wiggled his brows. “I had a dark soul back then and this,” he grabbed his cock, “deserved to be treated like royalty.”
“Oh, my god,” I mumbled, feeling the blush crawl up my neck again. Laughing so hard my stomach hurt again, I shook my head. “You’re being serious, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately, I am.”
“Are you ashamed?”
“Of stripping? No, not at all. But I didn’t like the person I was back then. I wasn’t in a good place.”
Feeling the shift in the air, I knew I needed to keep the topic light-hearted so we wouldn’t ruin this moment. “I used to dance, too.”
“Holy shit, you were a stripper?” His expression looked a little too eager, so I slapped him on the shoulder.
“No. My mother would have killed me. I took hip hop classes. I wasn’t very good, but it was fun.”
He studied me for a while and then finally smiled. I loved the way the sun glistened off his tight body while he sat there, totally naked and completely comfortable in front of me. “I could see you doing that.”
“After my parents came to my first recital, they pulled me out of classes. They said the dancing was too vulgar.” I rolled my eyes, still remembering how much that had upset me. “But several of my cousins did it and their parents didn’t care.”
“Is that a raven thing?” he asked. “The strictness?”
“Kind of,” I said with a sigh. “But mostly it was my parents. They’re very stuck in tradition.”
“Huh,” Max said thoughtfully. “I don’t know much about raven shifters.”
“You don’t want to know. It’s a weird little cult. And now that shifters have been revealed, they’re getting even more strict about keeping it all in the family and hiding what we are.”
“So, what will happen when they find out that you registered with Eagle Creek?” Max wasn’t being the enforcer right now, but I could still see his mind turning and running through all the possibilities in his head.
“Probably nothing,” I lied. “I think they already wrote me off as a failure.” And boy how I hoped that was true. I hadn’t heard anything from my parents or from Roman since I left. I figured that two months in with no contact meant they would leave me alone forever. Even though my gut was constantly telling me something different.
Max stared out over the lake, bouncing his feet and lost in his thoughts. I hated how my story had slowed down the conversation, so I jumped to my feet and offered him my hand. “Get up,” I said.
He let me pull him off the ground and looked down at me with a smile. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to play a game called ‘I’ll Show You Mine if You Show Me Yours.’”
Max’s gaze devoured every inch of my body before he answered. “I do believe we’ve already played that game,” he said with a deep timber and a sexy growl.
My sex started to crave him immediately. “I’m talking about our moves.” I jumped, and landed with my legs spread a little and my knees bent and pumped my hips back and forth really quick. “See, that was one of my old hip hop moves. Now, you show me a stripper one.”
Max titled his head in the air and let out a full laugh. The sound echoed over the lake and I smiled knowing that I was the only one to hear it. “I’m not sure, what if I hurt myself?”
“You’re a shifter, you’ll heal,” I said immediately. Then I started bouncing into my knees and swung my arms back and forth. “Here’s another one of mine.”
“Okay, now you need to stop,” he teased. “What is that anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, just a bouncy thing.”
He bent forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then, dragging his hands down the sides of my body, he bent his knees and slowly rocked his hips to the front and back like he was fucking me in the air.
“Is that a move?” I whispered, voice weak with desire already.
“It sure is.” He continued to push his hips and his partially aroused cock closer and closer to my core, but stayed just far enough away that we didn’t touch. “I call this one The Tease.”
“Uh huh. I see why.” I reached out to touch him, but he batted my hand away.
“Nope. No touching the dancer,” he growl
ed. Then he motioned to the rock I’d been sitting on. “Lay down.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to show you my signature move.”
I complied instantly. On my back, I looked up at his nakedness and growing erection and wondered what he was going to do.
“Lay back,” he growled.
I did and waited with anticipation.
Slowly, like the animal inside of him, he slunk up the rock. First, he kissed the top of my foot, then the shin and the knee. As he crawled over me, holding his body weight in his arms, he continued to kiss and lick and nip. I had a fleeting thought about whether or not he did this to strange women, but then it all disappeared when I felt his scruffy chin slide against the inside of my thigh.
“Oh!” I whispered, spreading my legs a little wider.
He chuckled and rubbed his nose against my legs to push them open even more. Then I felt his teeth. Gentle love bites just on the outside of my sex, followed by a tongue that licked and then kissed each area he bit. His hair fell across my clit, and it was so sensitive already that I felt a rush of pleasure with the touch.
Max groaned above me when he saw me writhe below. But he stayed silent as he continued his painfully slow climb over my body. A kiss on each hip bone. A nuzzle against my lower stomach with his face. A tongue that licked up the entire line of muscle from my pelvis to my ribs. Goosebumps flooded my skin each time he allowed me to feel his gentle touch. He had me begging for him without even saying a word. I’d never had anything like this happen to me before and I wondered if it was possible to be addicted to someone after just one round of sex.
Max smiled as he raised and lowered himself above me in a push up—showing off his incredible strength. I ran my hands over his biceps, loving the way that muscle formed a nice curve in his arm, but he shook his head and whispered, “No touching.”
Making a face to tell him that it was very hard not to touch him, I glued my arms to the side and waited for what he had planned for me next. A second later, his mouth swallowed the swollen tip of my nipple and I definitely twitched in pleasure. With hands still firmly on the rock, I moaned into the air.
