Kissing Booth

by River Laurent

  “Okay. Don’t bite my head off.”

  “Then stop being such an inverted snob and pretending there is an insurmountable mountain of difference between you and me.”

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “You didn’t. I just think you will enjoy your weekend better without that chip on your shoulder.”

  I bit my lip. He was right. Both Alexander and Millicent had shown me nothing but genuine hospitality. I should stop feeling so insecure and just have fun. “Hey. We didn’t talk about which drawers go to which person.”

  He frowned. “There’s an entire chest of drawers here. We can split them up three and three.”

  “I wanted the top drawers.”

  “Why?”

  “Just because,” I said airily.

  “You’re so strange.” But he let me have my way, taking the fourth drawer and working his way down. Then he glanced up at me. “Aren’t you unpacking?”

  I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “I’ll wait my turn.”

  He straightened up. “Why wait?”

  “You can get the shit-eating grin off your face anytime you want,” I said, folding my arms.

  “Are you afraid I’ll see your panties and lose all control?” he asked, taking one slow step toward me, then another.

  “No.” Yes.

  “Or do you want to make sure I don’t catch a glimpse of your sexy underwear?” He kept walking toward me, making me back away until he had me up against the bed.

  “I’m just afraid you couldn’t handle it,” I quipped. “Your poor heart might not be able to take all the excitement.” My false bravado slipped when I realized there was nowhere for me to go. I feinted left, then right, trying to get around him—but he was too fast for me. I squealed as he threw his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. We both laughed and fell onto the bed.

  He was right there, so close to me, and we were both horizontal. On a bed. I stopped laughing. So did he.

  “I can take the chaise longue if you want.”

  “Do you want to?” Please say no. Please say no. Please kiss me right now and say no.

  One corner of his mouth curled upward as his eyes fixed on mine. “Do you want me to?”

  I shook my head slowly. “Not when there’s all this bed to enjoy. But only if you think you can handle being so close to all this.” I waved my hands over my body.

  He growled, setting my heart racing again. “I can barely handle it right now. What do you think it’ll be like later on?”

  I would have answered, but I stopped breathing and I needed to be able to breathe if I wanted to speak.

  “Dinner’s ready!” someone called from outside the door.

  He groaned, and I laughed as the moment dissolved. What would have happened if one of the staff hadn’t made her announcement? I knew what would have happened. I was an adult, and it was time to stop pretending there was nothing between us. That our appearance that weekend was all fake because it wasn’t. I wasn’t nearly as unhappy to be there as I had pretended to be.

  “So much for timing,” he muttered, rolling away from me.

  Oh, boy. There was no missing the telltale bulge in his khakis. In a parallel universe I would be passing up on dinner and living on lovin’, but in my little world that would be rude and stupid. Though it would send a clear message to Josh, which would have almost made it worthwhile.

  The thought of Josh reminded me of something important. I got up quickly, sex the last thing on my mind. All right, maybe not the last, but not the first anymore. “We have to get our stories straight.”

  “On what?” Max sat up, still looking flustered and put out at being interrupted.

  “On when and how we met.” I gave him a very brief, very abridged version of the run-in with Josh. “He asked when you came into the picture.”

  “It’s none of his business.”

  “Yes, well, I still think we should agree on a time when we started dating. Somebody’s bound to ask just to make small talk,” I pointed out.

  “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with saying we’ve known each other for a long time but didn’t start officially dating until a few weeks ago.”

  “Works for me.” As long as it didn’t look like I was being just as slimy as Josh was.

  Mimi

  As it turned out, I had no reason to worry that night. Lillian's wedding plans and questions about her unexpected pregnancy dominated the conversation at the dinner table, with her mother and Millicent asking question after question. I had nothing to contribute to the conversation, so I stayed silent.

  The men had their talk, too, all about football—college and pro. I was just as lost there, too. And so was Josh, from what I could tell. While Max laughed and joked with the other men about their teams—it seemed like his team was doing better than theirs, though I couldn’t keep track of all the names they dropped—Josh stayed quiet. I wondered what was bothering him, but it was a vague question in the back of my mind.

  Maybe it was the way Max rarely stopped touching me—his hand on my knee, occasionally picking up my hand to kiss the back of it. He’d lean in to kiss my cheek every so often, or rest his hand on the back of my neck. Even though I wasn’t part of his conversation, I was always on his mind.

  And I. Ate. It. Up.

  Was I being smug? Eh, maybe a little, but it wasn't every day when I had the most handsome man at the table all over me. I’d have to write a letter to Santa and tell him I’d understand if he didn’t bring me anything that year. Christmas had come early.

  “I think the two of you are just adorable,” Millicent murmured with a warm smile. She sat at the foot of the table, with me on her right. From the corner of my eye, I could see Lillian turn to stare at me. The spotlight was finally off her and she didn’t like it one bit.

  “Thanks. He’s just too much, isn’t he?” I deliberately gushed.

  She gave Max a fond look. “It’s so nice to see him looking happy for once. I’m glad he finally found the right girl.”

  Wow, somebody up there was trying to tempt me, weren’t they? I glanced over at Max, who was deep in conversation about the playoffs, then leaned in to whisper to Millicent “What’s the story there?”

  “Oh, you know men like him. Too busy to settle down.” She laughed it off, then went back to her conversation about flower arrangements or place settings or whatever the new topic was. My eyes fell on Lillian as I turned back to my food. She could try to hide how irritated the sight of Max and me made her, but she was a pretty poor actress. I didn’t let her know I noticed her, but wrapped an arm around Max’s ridiculously thick bicep and kissed his smooth-shaven cheek. I was already having a lot more fun than I ever imagined.

  “I thought they’d never let us go to bed,” Max said when we finally reached the bedroom.

  We’d sat around the table for three solid hours, then spent another two hours by the fire over drinks and decaf and even more talk of the ‘Wedding of the Year’. I felt like I had already attended it, only I didn’t even have a party favor to take home with me.

  I had caught myself yawning more than once, then started biting the side of my tongue to keep from offending anyone when a yawn sneaked up on me.

  I sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, tired in my bones. “No offense to them, but I thought older people went to bed earlier. Maybe I’m an old lady in a young woman’s body.”

  “Yeah, ya are.” He smirked at me from the closet, where he was hanging up his blazer.

  “I’ve been in these shoes all day,” I murmured, kicking them off.

  “You and shoes,” he chuckled.

  “Stop being a pain in the ass.”

  He walked over to where I sat. A slow burn started in my toes and started working its way up my legs. I held my breath. What was he going to do? I watched, waiting, my heart racing so fast I thought it would explode. He had to hear it racing. How did he not hear it racing? I was surprised people in other rooms couldn’t hear
it.

  When he sank to his knees, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Gently, he took one of my feet in his hands and, without saying a word, started massaging it. I prayed like I had never prayed before that it wasn’t sweaty, or worse, smelly. Talk about a mood killer. I watched him like a hawk, but he didn’t recoil in horror, or throw up in his mouth. So I figured I was good.

  And so was he. Oh, was he ever good at a foot massage. “Do you work part-time in a spa or something?” I whispered, closing my eyes.

  “No,” he murmured with a laugh.

  “A massage parlor?”

  “Not for a long time. I got tired of the happy ending stuff.”

  I giggled, even as fire blazed and crackled in my core. He sparked something deep inside me, something I didn’t want to ignore any longer.

  I let out a soft moan, and when he looked up and our eyes locked, I curled and uncurled one finger. Beckoning, inviting, wanting.

  He knelt between my legs, hands sliding up my legs as he straightened up. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in closer while winding my arms around his neck. My nostrils filled with the scent of aftershave and soap and that heady smell that was Max. Was it really happening? Were we going to take that big leap together?

  Yes.

  Mimi

  I opened my mouth to say something, no doubt something stupid, so it was a good thing that the man moved forward and covered it with a soul-searing kiss. It was so raw with brutal need that I just about managed to cling to his hard shoulders. My tongue was caught, stroked, and pulled into the warm cave of his mouth and sucked.

  The fire exploded into an inferno.

  I feasted my eyes and hands and mouth on his body, exploring him as he worshiped me. It was like a dream coming true—total, all-consuming passion. He laid a hand gently on my cheek and tenderly, very tenderly, as if I was the most precious and delicate thing in the world, brushed his fingers down my neck. That was it for me. I gave myself over to him completely.

  He kissed the hollow of my throat and tips of my breasts, he stroked my hair, he caressed my back, he nibbled my ear, he licked my belly button. He drove me crazy. God, I wanted him so damn much I wanted to beg him to enter me. I looked at him, my hands on his shoulders, my legs around his waist.

  He thrust his tongue into my mouth and withdrew it. Then he did it again. And again. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue. It was a rehearsal for what was about to happen between my legs. It was so dirty and so hot. The harder and faster he did it the more desperate I grew for him. The effect was so profound my hips were practically bucking in tandem with his thrusting. He lifted my dress and looked at the way my wet panties clung to my shape. I felt myself blush.

  He looked up and met my eyes. “Are you okay? You ready for this?”

  I could tell he was straining, struggling to hold back. He wanted to go ahead, desperately—he shook all over—but he wanted to be sure I was ready and good to go. That one little thing, the way he held back to be sure I was ready, took me from liking him to something much deeper.

  Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m in love with him.

  “Yes,” I breathed, nodding.

  My brain vaguely processed the sound of zipper metal teeth grinding down. My dress fell away from my shoulders and he pushed it down to my hips. My body melted another few degrees and searing heat bloomed between my legs. He unhooked my bra and my breasts swung free. He pushed me gently back onto the bed and dragged my dress down my hips and pulled it clean off me. I lay before him, on display, every inch of me offered up to his eyes. He could have done anything with me.

  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and with aching slowness pulled them down my legs. Then he placed his hands on my thighs, opened them wide, and stared at my exposed, aroused sex.

  “I’ve never seen a pussy that begged to be sucked like yours does,” he said. “Fuck, I could suck you all day and all night.”

  My breath hitched at the expression in his eyes. They glittered with triumph. Like a man who was looking down with satisfaction at what he owned.

  “I’m going to spend the whole night doing things to your body that you never even dreamed were possible,” he said with a dark laugh and stood.

  I watched him undress and not once did he take his eyes off me and my open sex.

  I don’t swear a lot, but by God, naked, he was fucking gorgeous.

  He had a tattoo of an eagle on his left bicep. My fingertips itched to trace the intricate blue lines. I let my eyes run down his smooth abs to that holy hell massive cock of his. He was so big and hard, the angry veins twisting up it looked like they were swollen to bursting. I watched wide-eyed as he bent down to kneel between my legs.

  My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

  He slipped his hands under my buttocks so that I was open to him like a platter of food. He brought his face close to my pussy and inhaled me deeply. “I love the taste of your wet cunt, Mimi. I’ve been dreaming of this ever since I had my first taste that night. But you had to run off like a little rabbit before I could finish the job.”

  I gazed at him with dazed eyes as his tongue moved slowly between my glistening lips and I moaned with excitement.

  “Oh God,” I moaned and shivered.

  “I’m never going to get enough of you, Mimi Young,” he growled as he began to feast on my pussy. His greed was obscene and dirty and awesome. No one had even eaten me so hungrily. Josh liked to eat pussy, but never like this. My hips pressed against his face and my hands clenched around his head and pulled him in. I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough. My breath came in quick sharp gasps.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I cried hoarsely, and shamelessly tried to open my legs wider for him. I knew what his cock felt like at the entrance of my pussy. I wanted it inside. All of it. Every beautiful inch.

  But all he did was push a finger into me and lazily dip it in and out of me.

  My head began to buzz as intense pleasure radiated from my core. Then a massive climax the likes of which I had never experienced began to rip right through me. I lost control. I felt as if I was exploding into white spots of ecstasy. I didn’t even realize that I had opened my mouth to scream my head off until Max’s large hand slapped over my mouth.

  “Shhh…baby. Shhhh,” he said.

  While my muscles were still convulsing and throbbing he took his hand off my mouth and pushed a long, thick finger inside my pulsating sex.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, as my pussy clenched his finger.

  He pulled his finger out and brought it to my lips. “Suck,” he ordered.

  I opened my mouth and sucked my own juices off his finger.

  He smiled at the sight.

  Then he pulled the finger from my mouth and plunged it into me again. When my mouth opened in a gasp, he removed his finger and made me suck it again. Watching me like a hawk as he thrust that finger in and out and back into my mouth. In and out and back in my mouth. He was making me eat my own pussy. It was filthy and a huge turn-on.

  Suddenly, I knew what I wanted to taste next. “I want to suck your cock,” I said.

  He smiled slowly. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say that from the day I saw you at the elevator.”

  He always wanted me! That was crazy! The cables of the lift I was traveling in just snapped. I was freefalling. I got on my hands and knees and as I came closer I inhaled the manly smell of him and it made me almost dizzy with excitement and anticipation. I licked the satiny-soft skin on the head of his cock. The pearl of cum at the tip of it dissolved on my tongue. I liked his taste. I really did. It wasn’t stale and bitter, but salty and fresh. Like the ocean. I licked him again.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned.

  Then I stretched my mouth to accommodate his girth. He felt large and heavy on my tongue as my lips closed in on his shaft. My tongue slid around the shape of his swollen head and his hands fisted my hair.

  “Fuck, Mimi. That feels amazing,” he groaned as
he guided my face forward and forced my mouth to take more of him.

  I sucked him with deep drawing pulls as his hips moved forward and back. Just as I was getting into my groove he pulled out with a wet pop.

  I looked at him in surprise. I truly wanted to satisfy him, return the pleasure he had given me. “What’s wrong?”

  “On your back, baby. The wait is over,” he said. His voice was thick and guttural. He picked up a foil packet from the bedside table and tore it open.

  I lay back and watched him roll the condom over his massive cock and put his knee on the bed. Then those strong powerful thighs spread me wide open. He positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed in. The thick head entered me and my flesh opened like butter to accommodate him.

  Hot damn, my eyes widened with shock at how big he was, at the sensation of being so stretched. My mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure. “Oh, my God, I’m so full. I’ve never been this full before.”

  He paused and gave me time to adjust to the thick, deep intrusion before he began to thrust again. Hard. I gasped with the sensation of being so incredibly stretched. He was so thick and solid. I looked at his beautiful face and a thrill of pleasure fizzled right through me. Max Black and I were doing it. I loved our bodies being joined, his chest crushing down on my breasts, and his hard body pressing down on mine.

  My fingers gripped his thick shoulder then slid down the lean muscles of his body to his tight butt as it flexed while he pumped in and out. Every time he buried his cock deep in me I groaned. Never had I felt anything like that with anyone else. Ever. The pleasure was so strong the rest of the world stopped existing. I forgot where I was. I felt my core muscles start clenching as I started to climax. I don’t know whether I would have screamed, but Max locked his mouth onto mine. The kiss was hard and demanding and fiery. I walked over the edge into the abyss of pleasure while sucking his tongue blindly and his cock thrusting so hard my body was jerking and sliding on the bed. From somewhere far away I heard him call my name. And it was beautiful.