Maxen (Kinky Shine Book 2)

by Stephanie Witter

  “I want to hear you tell me how you want my cock instead of my fingers. How you want me to fuck you until you’re sore,’’ he whispered in my ear and sheathed his fingers as deeply as they possibly could go inside me. Stretching me, making me feel a slight burning sensation deep inside me, a sensation I only knew movement would make better. So much better. And then, he did move his fingers, just a bit, enough to make me moan his name. “Oh fuck, you’re dripping, babe.’’

  “Maxen, I need you. Now,’’ I panted, undulating against him, but his hold on me didn’t waver. If anything, his hand on my covered breast tightened its hold, squeezing my flesh with the perfect pressure to make me clench around his fingers, drawing out a groan from him.

  “You want me?’’ He withdrew his fingers almost completely and thrust them back inside, faster than on the way out. I pressed my thighs harder against his thick wrist. “Yeah, I can feel it, babe.’’

  Sweat gathered on my forehead, and the small hairs on my body all stood to attention. The muscles in my thighs started shaking, ready to tense as he kept on finger fucking me faster, showing attention to my clit on the way back in to make me see stars behind my closed eyelids. I was getting so close already, too fast it was dizzying.

  “Maxen… Maxen…’’

  He’s breathing harshly into my ear, his hips moving in rhythm with his fingers against my ass and if it’s possible, he’s becoming incredibly harder, bigger. I tugged on his hair on the back of his head, desperate for more. And he gave it to me. He made a come-hither motion with his fingers inside me, and I cried out.

  My legs buckled under me and he tightened his arms to keep me on my feet. He’s the only thing preventing me from falling on the floor in a heap.

  He didn’t stop the movement of his fingers deep inside me on that perfect spot that made it impossible to breathe.

  I tightened harder around his fingers and right when I was about to crash in the most intense orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and hugged me hard to his body. Through the haze of lust, pleasure, and frustration, I felt the tremors going through him and heard the air leaving his lungs in hard puffs that caressed my neck and shoulder where his head was tucked.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Lark. You could make me come in my damn pants if we go on like this.’’ He palmed my breasts and slowly ran his hands over my stomach and up my ribcage.

  He took a step away from me, and his back and rock hard cock weren’t flush against my back and ass anymore. I made a small noise from the back of my throat in protest, but his hands were working on the clasp of my bra. I quieted immediately when the fabric gave and fell down my arms to gather at my feet.

  His hands fell to my waist. His fingers traced the hem of my panties, tugging on the elastic. I sucked in my breath, but he didn’t get rid of them. “Ready, babe?’’ he asked quietly behind me, his fingers now hooked under the fabric, finally ready to pull them off.

  I nodded and put my hands on his, pushing them down. The lace of my boy short panties was an erotic caress when a man like Maxen was the one leading the show. My oversensitive skin made the path of my panties down my hips, past my ass and thighs to finish with my bra at my feet, a thing to behold.

  “Your turn, Maxen,’’ I breathed out, when his lips landed on my shoulder, kissing me.

  “Don’t move,’’ he ordered with a low voice as he, once again, pulled away from me.

  I was dying to turn around and watch the play of his muscles when he’s stripping. I was craving the first glimpse of his thick length, but I kept my back to him because I was a perfect doormat with this man when sex was concerned. He had me at his mercy, and it was all sorts of amazing.

  The heavy thump of his jeans and the clink of metal from his belt sounded in the quiet room when they fell to the floor.

  I heard him move again and finally, when I didn’t think I could wait any longer and when I was ready to turn around and disobey him, he was back to me.

  Naked.

  His cock twitched against my ass when he plastered himself against me, and he growled, low in his throat. I felt it coming from his chest pressed against my back. The barbell in his nipple was illicitly thrilling on my skin, so close to my shoulder.

  “Go to the bed and bend over. Don’t forget to part those delicious legs, babe.’’ His voice washed over me, and my nipples tightened to aching pebbles. But he wasn’t making a move to touch them. His hands were firmly settled on the flare of my hips, his fingers digging into my smooth skin. If he left a mark on me, I wouldn’t care. Actually, I hoped he did because it’d be the last proof of this second night together before he went back to his life in LA. “You heard me?’’

  I nodded and licked my lips still swollen from the kisses he gave me earlier. I walked to the bed in front of me and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. God, I wanted a glimpse of Maxen naked, but at the same time, not seeing him turned me on even more.

  At the bed, I sucked on my lower lip, attacked suddenly by insecurity. I’ve had men fucking me from behind, I wasn’t a complete prude, but this somehow felt different. Maxen wasn’t just getting off on actual sex. Since last night, I knew he enjoyed the sex as much as he did watching me.

  “Show off your perfect ass, babe. You have no idea how gorgeous you look,’’ he whispered from behind me, closer than I expected. It’s like he’s read my mind.

  I sighed with a small smile on my lips and parted my legs before bending over the mattress, my hands supporting me. With my arms stretched, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to stay like this, but when I heard the strangled moan coming from Maxen, I didn’t care if it wasn’t exactly comfortable.

  I arched my ass upward and let my head hang between my shoulders, shivering from sheer expectations.

  His hands landed on my ass, palming each cheek with a possessive touch I loved. I couldn’t help but push into his hands, silently asking for more of him. “Don’t move.’’ His hands trailed up my back slowly. They covered almost the width of me without too much trouble. His warmth only added to the fire growing inside me. His calluses contrasted with my soft skin and added something to his sensual caresses.

  “And if I move?’’ I asked breathlessly, my hair hiding the world from me, but it wasn’t important anyway. I kept my eyes closed.

  One of his hands gathered my hair in a fist, and his other hand went back to my ass. “If you don’t listen to me, babe, I’m going to add some more kink to the mix.’’ He palmed my ass cheek and chuckled. The sound was hot to my ears burning me from the inside out. “Yeah, I bet you’d love that, huh? Anyway, I really want to see how this fine ass looks like pink.’’

  I swallowed, turned on beyond words and apprehensive. I’ve never done something quite like this before, and while I was sure it was nothing wild to him, it’s out of my comfort zone. But incidentally, I trusted this man. He’s never done anything to hurt me before, nothing to make me feel less than what I was worth. If anything, I thought over the years in college I was the one who hurt his feelings more often than not.

  “Tell me if it’s too much for ya, babe.’’

  I nodded and pushed against his hand still on my ass, and the light tug on my hair from his fist had me smiling. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but it was good. Really, really good.

  “Oh shit, babe. You’re going to kill me,’’ he said with a hoarse voice before his hand left my ass and landed back on it with a soft smack that stung a bit, but mostly, it sent a wave of pleasure directly to my core.

  I whimpered and panted, trying to calm down when my heart went faster, trying to break a record.

  He spanked me again, this time harder. The contact from his palm and my skin made a harsh sound in the room, and somehow, it stoked the dark need he’s awakening in me. I felt myself getting wetter as he caressed the sting on my ass, his hand shaking and his breathing laborious.

  “Fuck.’’ He released my hair and fumbled with something, and I knew it was a condom. The tip of his cock brushed my ass
cheek, hot from his ministrations and I sensed the moisture gathered. I licked my lips, fighting off the need to turn around, get on my knees and take him in my mouth. I’ve never been fond of blow jobs, but I’ve never felt such an overwhelming need to pleasure a man before either. “Part your legs more, Lark.’’

  I complied with eagerness and fisted the expensive thick bedsheets between my fingers. I ignored the burn in the muscles of my shoulders and arms from holding myself this way above the bed.

  Maxen grabbed my hips with one hand and with the other, he touched my aching core and growled when he noticed how ready I was. “Shit, you really like when I spank you, don’t you?’’

  “And you…don’t?’’ I stuttered when instead of his fingers his broad tip probed my entrance.

  He didn’t thrust into me. No, that’d be too easy, and I was starting to think Maxen loved the tease. Instead, he let his hard cock trace my pussy, pushing a tiny bit into me before withdrawing, earning himself a pained moan that made him chuckle breathlessly.

  “I love how your ass cheek is pink from my hand, babe. And I fucking love how your body responds to me. You’re heaven in a sinful body, and I can’t get enough of you.’’

  He put his second hand on my hip, and when his fingers tensed, I knew what was coming.

  He pushed softly into me, his thick erection stretching me. I moaned his name and pushed back, urging him on. He growled and snapped his hips into me, hard and fast until he was deep and I was shaking like a leaf. His hands on my hips were so tense that his short nails bit into my skin in a way I was ready to beg for more. My right ass cheek, still hot and slightly throbbing from his spanking, was sensitive against him when I felt the front of his legs covered by light hair against the back of my parted thighs.

  I clenched around him and listened to the sound I loved coming from his mouth when he’s pleasured. “God, Maxen.’’

  “Hold on, babe. Hold on,’’ he warned in a dark voice, rough and hoarse. He withdrew and pushed back into me with force and slapped my ass with one hand, taking me by surprise.

  I moaned louder, eyes closed tightly as tears from this pleasure and pain assaulted me. His cock hit me just the right way, and when he pulled back, the friction against my walls was enough to make me tremble so hard it’s almost impossible for me to resume this position. But I held on. I didn’t want this to stop.

  “So fucking hot… best ever…’’ He growled between steady, hard thrusts and I barely heard anything.

  My ears were buzzing as my orgasm was quickly growing, making my blood not only boil but my lungs ready to explode. Everything inside me was clenching around Maxen in perfect rhythm to his hips, and every time I did, he moaned louder and tightened his fingers on my hips.

  But I needed more.

  I fucking needed more.

  “Spank me.’’

  “Wh—what?’’ he asked, his thrusts stopping right when he’s so deep it almost hurt, but it was incredibly pleasurable.

  “Spank me again, Maxen,’’ I asked with a voice I didn’t recognize as my own. My breathing was coming out in hard bursts of air that made my chest ache.

  “Oh fuck, babe.’’ His hand landed on my ass hard, harder than before and I bucked against him. “Yeah, that’s right, Lark. Tighten around me, babe.’’ And he smacked my ass again before he fucked me with renewed vigor. My hands slipped over the mattress, and I ended up supporting myself on my elbows and forearms, fisting the bedsheets so tight I didn’t feel my fingers anymore.

  He draped his broad chest over my back and pinched my nipples until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I clenched around him tighter and let go. I soared and distantly heard myself moan his name repeatedly. I was shaking, bucking into him and I felt him shaking violently against me while his cock swelled and jerked inside me. He moaned my name in a gruff voice, his hips pushed a few more times into me before he stopped and dragged himself on the mattress. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me into him.

  It was the wildest experience of my life.

  And I wasn’t ready to let him go tomorrow.

  My heart sunk and the fast pace of the beats didn’t do a thing. I’ve never been so content after sex, never been so satiated and overwhelmed, but I also have never been in the position of saying goodbye to my husband the very next day.

  MAXEN

  My skin was clammy with the sweat I worked up with Lark. My hand wandered down her arm and on the small of her back. I found her as sweaty as I was. I couldn’t help the cocky smile from stretching my lips. Good thing she couldn’t see me with her face on my chest or else she’d probably slap me.

  I’ve had some wild sex, I couldn’t lie, but this… this was crazy. What she made me feel when I was inside her or when I worked her up was wild in itself, but I’ve never expected her to love kink so much. Shit, that’s brilliant. And it opened so many possibilities.

  I tightened my arm around her and nuzzled the top of her head, breathing in the smell of our sweat, sex and the last remnants of her perfume. When I thought about how hot she looked with her ass offered to me, when I spanked her and mostly when I watched my dick disappear into her heat to come out glistening…

  I closed my eyes and sighed. Yeah, that’s too fucking hot to think about right now. If I get another boner, Lark was going to think I had issues and I was addicted to sex on top of drugs. In this instance, she wouldn’t be that far off.

  “You’re very quiet,’’ she said softly against my chest, her lips brushing next to the barbell of my nipple and I flexed my abs on reflex.

  “You too.’’ I kissed the top of her head on impulse, and my heart beat a few extra beats. Only she drew out this side of me. It was foreign and yet, also very natural.

  “It was so intense, Maxen.’’

  “Too much?’’ I asked, lowering my eyebrows over my eyes, tension invading me at the thought of feeling her retreating away from me already. Having to leave tomorrow was enough of a nightmare as it was, but if she put distance between us now, I didn’t know how I’d take it. This intensity between us was supposed to bring us closer and convince her that we could have something worth working for.

  “No, not too much,’’ she replied and kissed my pec.

  She moved against me until she had her chin on my chest and her eyes locked on mine. Her hair was a mess of wild strands sticking in different directions. It was the perfect picture of a woman well-fucked, and it’s a look that looked very good on her. Her lips were still a darker shade than usual from our kissing, and her eyes were hooded as if she’s ready to fall asleep. She’s never looked more beautiful to me. No one had ever looked so perfect.

  “I’ve never felt like this before.’’ I brushed away a few locks of hair falling in her eyes and traced the shell of her small ear and then her jaw. “I don’t want to go, you know.’’

  She smiled and pushed her face into my palm, and I swore my heart just stopped beating in my too tight chest. For a man who had never felt much with a woman, everything was a complete mind fuck.

  “I think it was pretty clear when you bitched at Floyd earlier.’’ She chuckled softly, and I felt it inside me. It was such a happy sound.

  I didn’t think loving someone was like this. It’s so intense as if everything was fucking magnified from her barest smile to the lightest touch of her fingers on me. It’s scary. Fuck, it’s so damn scary. She had the power to ruin me, to fuck me up for good and she didn’t know it.

  “Will you be coming to LA? I mean… fuck, I suck at this.’’ I rubbed my face with the hand that was on her face and sighed. “Don’t be a stranger. I don’t want to have to chase you down here to see you again.’’

  “And you, don’t make the headlines with some woman too soon.’’ Her voice shook, and I frowned at her when a poor excuse for a smile barely stretched her lips.

  “I don’t give a fuck about other women, Lark. That’s not something you have to worry about.’’ I shook my head at her. “Trust me?’’

 
; She looked at me for a while as if searching for something in my eyes and I wanted to fidget under her scrutiny, not because I was lying or I wasn’t sure of the truth of my words, but because I wasn’t ready for her to see how deep I was where she’s concerned. I didn’t want to scare her off and face her rejection. We’re fantastic in bed, we’re good outside of it now too, but it’s the whole fucking world that’s an issue, and it’s a damn big issue.

  “I trust you, but—’’

  “There’s no but, babe. If you trust me—’’

  “That’s not the point.’’ I wrapped my arms around her to make sure she didn’t try and sit up, but she didn’t make a move to put distance between us. If anything, she brought her face closer to mine. “When I think about it, Maxen, I don’t understand how come we’ve ended up like this. And honestly, you don’t owe me anything. Back in LA, you should do whatever you want. But just… just don’t make it public knowledge too soon. I don’t know how I’d take it, you know?’’

  This woman.

  “You don’t get it.’’ I bore my eyes into hers, and a fucking spark went off inside me, coursing through my limbs and straight to my heart. “I don’t want another woman. I know I’ve been fucking everything with a skirt for years, Lark, but this is different. It’s so fucking different…’’ I trailed off, my voice getting shaky and I wanted to put a damn pillow over my face and smother myself.

  “Different how?’’

  I watched her throat work, and I knew she was nervous. That only made me more nervous. Fuck, the last time I’ve felt like this with a chick was when I was about to get my first kiss. And then my heart wasn’t in the mix like it was with Lark.

  “I—’’

  Her phone rang, playing “Trouble” by Pink at a volume that had me choking on my saliva. Lark startled so hard she would have toppled to the floor if I hadn’t caught her by her arms. My hands landed close to her breasts, and of course, that’s when my cock decided he’s getting ready for another round.