by T Gephart
“Hey, Beth.” Another hug, this time from Joey. “Don’t listen to either of these jerk offs. Everyone knows the drummer is where it’s at. We can be hidden behind the kit and still get more attention.”
“Not a virtue, Joey.” I shook my head, not realizing how much I’d missed this, missed all of them. “Where’s Angie?” One Black Addiction member not accounted for.
“She had to sneak off early. Plans with the husband.” Max winked as he moved closer, his lips at my ear so I could hear him. “You should call her; I know she’d love to see you again.”
And now that he was no longer touching me, I really wanted it. To lay my head against his chest while he spoke, his arm slung around my waist like old times. It felt like it was the easiest thing to do, but he wasn’t mine anymore. A choice I’d made. But tonight I didn’t care. I was all about the prerogative to change my mind, and I didn’t care what people thought. Or if I had the right to do so.
“You were really great tonight.” My arms wrapped around his waist with no intention of leaving, a smile creeping on his lips. Good. He didn’t look like he was going to remind me we weren’t doing the touching thing anymore.
“Thank you.” He took his cue from me and let an arm move across to my hip, inching me in closer. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Not as much as I was enjoying it now.
“How’s Jules? Still sick?” he asked, my mind wander interrupted by important things. Like the health of my friend who I’d yet to think about.
“Deathly so. She’ll probably have perished by the time I get back.” I threw caution to the wind, silliness prevailing.
“That bad huh?” He grinned.
“Probably worse.” I giggled like an idiot. No shit, I’m pretty sure I threw my head back and everything.
“You’re not drinking tonight.” His eyes dipped down to my hands that were noticeably without a glass. The half-sipped Coke I’d been drinking abandoned earlier at the bar. “Anything I can get you?”
“Not at this bar, but if you take me home I can give you a list,” I whispered only half-joking.
“Sorry?” He lowered his head in an effort to hear me better. Or maybe he had heard, his what-did-you-say? more out of surprise than lack of volume.
“Nothing, it’s been a long week, so I thought I’d give the drinking a pass.” I completely chickened out and substituted for a more appropriate answer.
“Oh, well if you want to go, we can leave.” He looked around the crowded bar and then back to me. And he seemed serious too. Ready to throw in the towel all because I had agreed to let him drive me home and I was tired.
God, could he be any more thoughtful?
“We can stay awhile; I don’t mind.” I was so torn. Ready for the two of us to say our goodbyes and be alone, but knowing he should probably stay. It’s not like I was really tired, the bed I was looking to get in not my own.
Crap. Was I really considering it? Sex with Max again?
Did I break my own rules?
Would it just confuse us both?
Sadly, common sense wasn’t running the show tonight as I threw it all out the window. The old Beth pushed through the cracks, and the old Beth wanted Max.
Unfortunately, stay awhile was a very broad directive. Max was sucked from one conversation into the next, chatting amicably with fans. And why the hell shouldn’t he? After all, I’d said I didn’t mind; it’s not like he could mind read.
Finally, he either got the subliminal messages I’d been trying to send or exhausted people to talk to, and we said our goodbyes. My heart pounded so hard in my chest as he took my hand, I was worried he’d be able to hear it rattling around in my chest cavity. Or feel my hammering pulse that was racing out of control. All of which I was trying to hide as we walked out to a side street where he’d parked his car. Nothing to see here, move right along, fooling no one as he kept looking at me strangely. Probably wondering if I was going to suddenly go into cardiac arrest on the short walk.
And thank god the car wasn’t far, his prized Corvette shining under a streetlight. Of course, the danger now was that I would throw him down on the hood so we could make out. The no back seat was a problem too. My smile tightened as he unlocked the car and held open the door.
Just get in and stop thinking crazy, my subconscious rationalized; the rest of me convinced it wasn’t going to uphold their side of the bargain.
“You good?” He turned to look at me before starting the ignition. My crazy eyes as my internal debate wore on, not helping.
“Yep, all good here.” My head nodded, crazy smile joining crazy eyes in the worst display of all good I’d ever seen. Awesome, he was probably going to have me committed by the end of the ride, any seduction I was trying for failing miserably.
My eyes stayed glued to the window as the miles passed. My mouth stayed shut too, because I didn’t trust it. Not with words and certainly not if it got anywhere close to Max’s. It would be a mutiny—tongue and lips flying at him in reckless abandon. Oh, please lord, just let this ride end quickly.
When we finally arrived at our parking garage, I breathed a sigh of relief. My knuckles had gone white from gripping the upholstery so tight; I was sure I’d left nail marks in the leather. Shame considering I’d rather be leaving them in his back. Just get out of the car, get out of the car. My hand fumbled with the handle as I threw myself from the car before he’d even shut off the ignition.
He was probably thinking I was either A: acting like a basket case because I had completely lost my mind, or B: was acting like a basket case because I had completely lost my mind. In which case, he was probably going to kiss me goodnight and go on his merry way. So, this was totally going to be my move.
Which I was fine about.
Girl power and all that.
I waited patiently as we entered into the elevator; his hand instinctively went to press the button for my floor.
Well, that wouldn’t do.
Not at all.
Girl power, remember?
I was sooooo getting laid.
Before his finger had a chance to make contact with the console, I pulled his hand away; his brow scrunched in confusion as I pressed the button for his floor.
It wasn’t subtle either. The big round illuminated number shining like a beacon. Not the place where I’d find my own bed, which meant . . .
It took him a second.
Just one.
His body stalked closer, forcing me back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. His breath tickled my neck as he closed whatever distance there had been. While I may have started it, he was taking control, no further encouragement needed.
“I’ve waited a really long time for this.” He moved his hands up to my jaw and pressed his mouth against mine. My lips parting for him as he explored me with his tongue.
My body felt like it was going to combust as I struggled to get closer; the ridge of his cock teasing me through his jeans threatening to drive me crazy. Those claw marks I’d left in his leather were nothing compared to what I had planned.
“I thought you were fine being friends?” My fingers twisted in his hair as his lips moved to my neck. “But in case you haven’t worked it out, I’ve changed my mind.” You know, in case he missed the memo or that my hands were probably going to have to be surgically removed from his body.
“I was never okay with it.” He sucked hard against my throat, the warm sting spreading across my skin. “I told you I wasn’t going to be good with that plan.” And boy did he mean it, his hands palming my breast as he worked his length against me.
There was no more talking, our mouths finding better things to do. Which was a good thing, because I wasn’t sure I could have formulated words. They were highly overrated anyway.
“God, I want you right here.” Max’s lips traveled down my neck again as he clawed at my clothes. And like the god he’d been praying to him heard, the elevator pinged as we reached our destination.
He didn’t hes
itate, pulling me through the separated metal doors as I kissed him back hard.
Thankfully no one on the fiftieth floor had a burning desire to step outside their door. The hallway remained empty as we continued with our elicit display, his neighbors missing one hell of a show.
Not that I would have stopped at this point. Not a chance. I was hungry for him, my body bowing against him having been deprived too long.
It was by some miracle that we didn’t drop to the floor right there on his doorstep. Close enough, right? Who needed something as silly as a bedroom? But with some wicked coordination, all our legs and arms managed to make it inside Max’s apartment. His hands deserved the most credit, performing the almost impossible task of unlocking the door while continuing to touch me.
Seriously, I still don’t know how we did it.
Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible had nothing on us.
“I hope you don’t have plans for tomorrow, because I’m not going let you leave my bed.” He walked me backwards in the dark toward his bedroom, his mouth only off me long enough to talk.
“That’s a big call considering I’m not even in there now,” I teased back, completely aware that if I did have any plans they would be canceled.
“I’m a big call kind of guy.”
Well, that didn’t really need to be said.
Oh, he was talking about the call.
Uh-hmm.
It wasn’t slow, and that was more than fine with me, our bodies hitting the mattress as we continued to grind against each other. The bed beneath us a much better venue for what was about to go down, not that its lack would have stopped me. That talk of combusting wasn’t just talk, the friction from our clothes alone enough to start a fire. That’s exactly what it felt like too, like the fabric was burning against my skin.
“Off,” he demanded, his fingers sliding down my zipper of my dress so fast I wasn’t sure he hadn’t broken it. Not that I cared; I had no use for it any more. The offending object up over my head before he needed to ask again.
It wasn’t just my clothes that were offensive, his jeans and shirt also on that list. My hands worked overtime in a combined effort with his—all of his clothes disappearing from his body.
“Wow.” I ran my hands along his beautiful, toned abdomen, my hands fully appreciating what my eyes were straining to see.
“I’m naked and you’re not.” He grinned, taking care of my bra with a flick of his fingers. My panties were the next victim; their fate sealed as I shoved them down my hips and reunited them with the rest of our clothes.
“Max.” I moaned, unable to stay upright as his fingers moved up my legs, his body kneeling between them exposing me completely.
It was dark, but not completely black; a stream of light from the partially-opened drapes filling the room with a soft golden aura. Just enough for me to see exactly what was coming for me.
His hands moved down my thighs, his lips twisting into a grin before he lowered his head, his tongue lapping at my core as he pushed in a finger.
“Yes.” I struggled to keep my eyes open, wanting to get lost in the sensation, his lips curling around my clit as he sucked hard.
His mouth had always been talented, add those fingers to the mix and it wasn’t going to take long, my nipples hardening as my fingers moved across my breasts. His eyes darkened as he watched me twist my tight pink peaks.
“I like you watching me.” I threw back the same line he’d given me earlier, my mouth curling into a smile. “I want you to watch me suck your dick.”
“You can have whatever you want after I make you come.” He tossed back a grin of his own as his fingers pumped inside of me. His thumb also got in on the action, sweeping over my clit, sending shivers down my body.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?” he teased, his fingers thrusting into me as he watched my hips buck against them.
“Yes,” I begged as I fell apart, my body splintering around his hand as it shook.
“God, I love watching you come.” His fingers slowed down while they continued to move, my core convulsing against him, my body unable to stop.
The wave was still moving through my body as my back snapped off the bed and pushed him down on the mattress. “We had an agreement; now I’m going to take what I want.”
I didn’t ask for permission, lifting myself off the bed as I knelt in front of him. My hands gripped him tight, slowly moving up and down, twisting when I reached the head. His face inches from mine as I jerked him off, getting harder as I lowered my head.
My lips stretched around his hard cock as my eyes flicked up to meet his. His body jerking as I got a long and hard suck, my mouth sealed tight around him.
“Fuck, Beth.” His fingers threaded into my hair as he cradled the back of my neck, my fingers gripping him while I continued to suck.
My eyes stayed on his as I watched his lids lower, the rock of his hips trying to fight the urge to go faster as I licked and sucked the length of his dick.
I loved having him in my mouth, watching his body tense as my lips and tongue played with him. Over and over again. First fast, then slow—getting him to the brink before pulling back. The power was completely in my hands—and my mouth.
My lips popped, the suction broken as he pulled his cock free from my mouth. “Condom on or off, Beth? Because I need to be inside of you, now.” His hand gently stroked his shaft as he waited for me to answer.
“Off.” My mouth answered before my brain had a chance to weigh in. The need in me just as desperate as it was in him.
The green light was all he needed.
Pushing me back down to the mattress, he wasted no time. The head of his cock circled my entrance as I struggled to stay still.
“I want you so bad.” The words barely audible as his eyes moved across my body.
The cords of muscle along his neck flexed as he braced both his fists on the bed and thrust into me. His cock slid in, my body tensing at the invasion.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered into my ear as he gently slid out and then back in again, my core stretching to accommodate him.
I couldn’t think; every inch of me tingling as he filled me. His face inches away from mine as he grabbed my hips and pushed into me, my pussy accepting his entire length.
“Yes,” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his back as I pulled him closer wanting every inch he had to give me. “Yes, harder.”
“Fuck, yes.” He cursed out a breath, his fingers gripping my skin so tight I was sure it was going to bruise.
Tilting my hips so he could get in deeper, he drove in so hard my back lifted off the bed, his hands on my hips the only thing keeping us connected. Over and over again he pistoned into me, his body dominating mine while I struggled to keep up.
“I’m going to come,” I screamed as I felt the nerves in my body go haywire, my limbs feeling like jelly as the momentum built.
“Look at me, Beth.” His jaw tensed as he continued, his own body coiled so tight I was sure he must be close too. “Right here, I want to see you.”
Without any thought—my ability to think completely obliterated—I gave him what he wanted. My eyes on him as my entire body shuddered, giving way underneath him as everything exploded inside.
“Beth,” he moaned, his body tensing as he found his own release pumping his hot load into me. “Yes.” He continued to move, teasing my body until I couldn’t stop shaking.
He collapsed beside me, rolling my body to the side with his arm as he panted heavily. My own breathing out of control as I laid there boneless; my arms and legs refusing to move.
It wasn’t just my limbs that were failing to cooperate, everything else offline as I tried to form a sentence. Say something—anything—that would make sense.
Max’s lips pressed against the back of my neck, his hand moving to my breast as he pulled me closer. “No take backs this time. This is exactly where we need to be.”
I didn’t argue. Mostly because I couldn’t. My brain misfired
on random thoughts. None of them involved me staying away.
“Okay,” I mumbled, forcing my mouth to operate so he knew I was still awake.
I had no idea what I was actually agreeing to. But I was too tired and too blissed out to care. All I knew was that I wanted to be in Max’s arms, and in his bed, and that’s where I was. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.
I had been prepared to wait a little longer.
Give her space, while keeping my hand in the game. And short of her telling me to fuck off, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Seeing her tonight while I was on stage was like a kick right to the nuts, and it took everything I had not to go with my gut and kiss her the minute I got close enough. Of course the black dress wasn’t helping, wrapping that tight little body of hers while hinting at what was underneath was torture. Not that I could have looked away if I’d tried.
Nope, I kept my eyes on her the entire night and she did the same, staying front and center instead of hiding out in the back like last time. And it was a total douchebag move but it made my chest puff out a little wider knowing that she was down there looking at me.
Getting her into bed tonight hadn’t been the plan. Kiss goodnight—probably. Letting my hands linger longer than I should—most definitely, but sex . . . well, let’s chalk that up to didn’t think it was going to happen. So, imagine my pure fucking delight that something had changed her mind. No shit, I was laying beside her feeling like a fucking superhero.
My need to touch her didn’t end after the sex. No fucking way. Even though we’d basically fucked each other to exhaustion, my hands stayed on her as I tucked her up close.
My fingers traced circles on her back while she slept, the tips ghosting her skin, barely making contact. Like I needed the reminder she was real, the how-the-hell-did-that-just-happen still tossing around in my mind as I refused to close my eyes.
Of course, I had no idea what was going to happen when she eventually woke up. If we were going to go through the same bullshit we-should-be-friends crap we’d gone through the first time. Not that it mattered; this time around I was winning that debate.
