Rush

by Gina Gordon

  “What am I doing with you?” I shook my head.

  It was only a matter of time before he bit the bullet and took a step closer to holding the reins of a multimillion-dollar porn conglomerate. It was his destiny. I had my own, and the two did not mesh.

  “You’re using me to finish your bucket list, remember?”

  I didn’t know anymore. Spending time with Max had become so much more than the list.

  I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. Under me. On top of me. Any way I could have him.

  He clapped his hands together and pulled his shoulders back. “So when does the studying begin?”

  I appreciated that he was at least trying to uphold my original plan. Ten minutes from now we might be naked, but at least I’d have tried.

  “It starts right now.”

  I grabbed an elastic band and secured my hair in place. “Do you mind if I take the dress off?”

  I realized the stupidity of my question immediately.

  “Naked studying? Maybe I might have actually gone to university if that was a thing.”

  I stood in front of him, patiently waiting for him to turn around. But he didn’t.

  “By all means.” He held out his hand, gesturing for me to begin my striptease, but there was nothing teasing about it. I turned my back, pulling the dress off my shoulders, and hugged my arm across my breasts. I pulled a T-shirt out of my drawer and put that on first. I’d at least give him something to obsess over—I didn’t bother with a bra.

  Next, I pulled on a pair of yoga pants under my dress. Again, I didn’t bother with the underwear. I had hoped that he would follow through with his promise and I wouldn’t need it.

  He only grinned when I returned to my desk and, like an obsessive compulsive, laid out my pens, pencils, and notepaper. Opened my textbook and fished my study notes from my bag.

  “Of course you have index cards.” He laughed.

  “They are extremely effective. Don’t knock the index cards.”

  I turned my attention back to my studies, extremely aware of Max lying behind me. He had grabbed a magazine from my nightstand, and with every flip of the page my concentration skipped a beat, reminding me he was here. In my bedroom. On my bed. Where I had been fantasizing about him nonstop.

  I groaned. “This isn’t working.”

  “I told you so.” He sung the words in a too high octave, and continued to flip through the magazine.

  I circled in my chair and threw my pencil at him.

  As if expecting my move, he caught it and let it fall to the bed. “I have an idea.” He sat up and scooted to the edge. “Give me those cards.”

  Was he interested in the law? With confusion, I did as he’d asked.

  He sifted through them. “When I was little we had a dog. We adopted it from the shelter, and it was poorly behaved. My mom paid for a trainer to come to the house and he taught us how to use incentives. Every time we wanted the dog to do something, we’d reward the good behavior with a treat.”

  “So you want to feed me dog treats.”

  “Not exactly.” He held up the cards. “Every time you get an answer right, I will remove one article of clothing.”

  “Wha…” I snorted. “Like strip studying?”

  “You don’t like my incentive?”

  On the contrary, I very much liked his idea of an incentive. But…it defeated the purpose. How the hell was I going to study when he was naked? Besides the skin on his arms and legs, I hadn’t seen one inch of Max’s torso.

  “Let’s say I play your game. And let’s say I win.” He nodded. “What happens when you’re naked?”

  “That depends on you.”

  A shiver raced up my spine. This was it. This was the moment I got to have sex with Max Levin. I’d wanted that since the moment I laid eyes on him. A feeling that was both exciting and unprecedented.

  “Don’t you want to know what happens when you get a question wrong?”

  “I won’t.” I winked. God, I was flirting with him so shamelessly. “Let’s do this.”

  I settled with my legs crossed on my chair, facing him.

  He flipped through the cards, his eyes raking over the words.

  “No fair, you don’t get to choose.”

  He looked up, giving me a grin. “Sure I do, I’m the one getting naked.”

  He slapped one half of the stack against the other. “Question one: Primary responsibility for establishing a corporation’s social responsibility is exercised by the…”

  I knew this one. Corporate law was my specialty.

  “Board of directors.”

  “Very good.” He set down the card and pulled at his bow tie. The material fell away from his neck and he slid the thin strip from under his shirt collar. In an exaggerated move, he held it up and then dropped it to the floor.

  I did a quick perusal of his body. I estimated I only had to answer four, maybe five additional questions before he was totally naked. It depended on whether he felt his socks were worth one or two articles of clothing.

  I could totally do this.

  He asked the second question.

  “I thought this was supposed to be difficult?” I jabbed. “Commercial speech is entitled to limited protection.”

  He slowly removed his shirt.

  “Question three.”

  Once again, I got the question right.

  The next question was from a case study. He read out the materials and I listened closely, as much as I could when I knew I was so close to seeing more of him.

  Luckily, I listened enough, because the next thing I knew, he was sitting across from me in only his boxer briefs. I didn’t think I had a preference. Men’s underwear were functional, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Max in the turquoise fabric that hugged his thighs and cupped his substantial package. It was hard, erect. Protruding from his pelvis with only one need—to escape.

  And I wanted nothing more than to help him with that.

  I needed to see him naked. More than I needed to graduate law school. I needed this to happen because when would I ever get the chance to see the hottest male alive naked in my bedroom? Not to mention, I had an open invitation to ask for whatever I wanted when we were done with the quizzing.

  “Next question.” I waved my hand. I enjoyed the waft of cool air against my face. I was overheating. The desire I felt throb against the seams of my yoga pants had spread to every limb.

  Max smiled at me from the bed and coughed. More like suppressed his laugh, but I didn’t care. He’d gotten me this way. He’d gotten me so hot and achy simply by removing his clothes. I didn’t want to know what would happen when he finally touched me. But wait, I did know. Because he’d had his hand down my pants. Not to mention between my legs less than two hours ago.

  Question six was sample case law. When he finished the sample, I smiled wide and made my case for Jane’s negligence against Bob in the collapse of his building.

  Without hesitating, he put the cards down on the bed then slid his thumbs inside the elastic band of his boxers. Lifting his ass slightly, he pulled them down his body. I thought he would have gone for his socks.

  When he sat down, he looked up, our eyes locking. “You win.”

  I sucked in a breath at the sight. He was perfection. I’ll admit, I didn’t care if he was big or small, thick or thin. Crooked or straight. But I wasn’t prepared for perfection. And by perfection, I meant his cock looked like it was made just for me. At this moment, he had no history, and it—he—was all mine. I just needed to reach out and take it. Maybe all I had to do was straddle his hips and he’d slip inside me, no questions asked.

  Our eyes locked and in a gesture I’m not even sure he realized he was making, he stroked his cock with an easy grip.

  My breath whooshed out of my mouth. “Do it again.”

  That was hot. So damn hot. With every stroke, I felt it against the walls of my pussy.

  “Do…this?” He stoked his erection again.


  My eyes widened. I’d never seen a guy masturbate.

  “You want me to jerk off?”

  I licked my lips. Maybe I wanted more than that. But for now…

  He’d gotten even harder since the first pump of his fist. I saw it from across the room, the thick ridge of his crown, the dark vein that ran down the underside and disappeared against the darker shade of his balls.

  “You have to tell me.” He stroked again. “Tell me this is what you want.”

  I whimpered and nodded, biting my bottom lip between my teeth. “Y-yes.”

  He bent to grab at his socks, but I stopped him.

  “Keep them on.” I needed them on to ground me. Max Levin totally naked might very well be my imagination running wild. But Max with his socks on, that was real life.

  “Kinky.” He smiled. “Do you have any lube?”

  I shook my head.

  “Lotion?”

  That I did have. I jumped to my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of hand cream I used every night before I went to bed.

  His eyebrow quirked up when I handed it to him. “It’s for my hands. Girls can’t use that…there.” Not unless I wanted a wicked infection.

  He laughed as I squirted two pumps into his palm.

  He returned to stroking and I returned to my front-row seat. The hand cream increased the speed of his strokes. To my surprise, he was rough, harder and faster, than I had expected. It was hot. The groans that rumbled from the back of his throat. The way he kept his eyes fixated on my face. I wondered how long he could last. I wondered what I would have to do in order to shorten that time frame.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked. Curious as to what was going on in his head while he pleasured himself.

  “I don’t need to think about anything. I just have to look at you and I’m ready to shoot my load.”

  I brought my finger up to my mouth and bit down on my nail. Was I really going to do this? When his eyes flared, I knew I didn’t have a choice. I had put that look in his eyes, and I didn’t want it to ever go away.

  I slipped the pad of my finger inside my mouth and sucked. Then a little farther inside. I used my biceps to push my breasts together and he groaned. His breath shaky. His grip on his cock even tighter.

  Without thinking, I used my other hand to touch my breast. At first I cupped it. Then squeezed. Then used the wet tip of my finger to circle my nipple, which was already stiff.

  Then I spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my core, even though it was completely covered.

  He swore under his breath. “Come here.”

  Before I knew what I was doing, I was up and stalking across my bedroom, then crawling on the bed beside him.

  He was so beautiful. I let my eyes wander all over his body. At the strength of his hand. The hardness of his chest. The ripple of his abs. The beauty of his shoulders. I ran my hands along his skin, from his arms to his chest to his neck. Leaning in and sniffing, breathing in his musky scent. The smell I didn’t want to ever leave this room.

  He grabbed my hand and placed it next to his on his cock. I grabbed him and stroked a quick down and up that had him hissing. He reached over to the nightstand and squirted more lotion in my palm.

  He licked a line up my neck to just below my earlobe. He whispered, his warm breath skittered across my skin, “Finish me.”

  I shuddered at the raw need in his voice. The strain in his words. I recognized it because it’s exactly how I had sounded when his hands were down my pants.

  With his erection now slick with lotion, I set to work, focusing on letting my hand stroke the entire length of him. I twisted and turned my hand, trying out different rhythms and speeds. With each change in motion he groaned. The constant change in friction no doubt had him teetering on the edge of release.

  I knelt, facing his side, my breasts pressed against his biceps, one hand on his cock, the other stroking his back. Max fisted the bedding with one hand and cupped my ass with the other, but I wasn’t into teasing. I wanted him to come. I wanted him to experience the same explosive pleasure that I’d had on that boat.

  I maintained a steady rhythm, slamming my fist up and down his length. His thighs squeezed and ass lifted off the bed just enough to tell me he was getting close.

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. The next thing I knew his hand was on my chin and his mouth was on mine, hard and probing. His tongue wrestled its way inside my mouth, but in all honesty, I didn’t put up much of a fight. He pumped his hips into my fist, the sound of his pelvis slapping against my hand echoed in the room.

  I whimpered when he bit my bottom lip then ripped his mouth away, letting his head fall back on a groan as I felt the hot spurts of his pleasure on my hand.

  His hand came up and gripped the back of my head, smashing his lips against mine. He rocked me with a rough, wet kiss. I settled back on my heels and then pulled my T-shirt over my head, wiping away the remnants of his orgasm. I pulled him over me as I settled against the mattress. I felt him. He was still semi-hard and able to give me what I wanted. And I did want this. I wanted him inside me. Now.

  “Please…” The desperate need in my voice was unrecognizable. I’d never wanted something so much in my life. I’d never wanted to be filled and possessed by something, and now I did. I wanted to be possessed by this man.

  “Everly—”

  I kissed him, breaking off his words. I knew he was going to protest. Frankly, I didn’t understand it.

  “I need more. I need…”

  He whispered in my ear. “I know what you need.”

  The warmth of his body disappeared, but then I felt his hands at my waist, pulling down my yoga pants.

  He didn’t waste any time. He licked a line up my folds and turned it into a kiss that sucked my clit into his mouth.

  Holy shit.

  He planted a kiss on each thigh, then a third kiss on the top of my mound.

  Holy fuck.

  Then his tongue lapped lazily against my clit, every few strokes moving down between my folds and making its way back up to the hard bead that couldn’t get enough of his ministrations.

  Holy fucking shit.

  I fisted the bedding on either side of me and let him work his magic. My chest heaved and I couldn’t help my torso from contracting, lifting off the bed every time he sucked me into his mouth. With each suck, his tongue would lap, faster and faster until I thought I would burst. Then he’d release. He ramped me up to the edge of orgasm and back down, for what seemed liked hours. The pain of being denied release was the most pleasurable pain I’d ever felt.

  Finally, he had tortured me enough. My body tightened one last time before I broke apart. With his finger inside my core and his tongue working my clit like a man on a mission, I handed my body over to him. When I finally came down, he was still between my legs, looking up at me with adoration.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed my core. The light touch of his lips felt like heaven against my already sensitive skin. While I wouldn’t argue with him setting up camp downtown for another few minutes, I needed more. I needed the hard, full feeling of him buried inside me, stroking my insides until the feeling spread through my body like a five alarm fire.

  “Max?” I reached down, trying to grab on to the one thing I needed most, but he shimmied farther down my body, strengthening his suction on my clit.

  “Ohmygod.” It felt so good. How could I even care about what he wasn’t giving me when he was already giving me so much? I couldn’t control the thrashing of my body, but he took it in stride. His big hand pressed against the flat of my stomach and held me in place while he continued to lap at my clit. Then he moved his tongue down, sliding between my folds and wiggling its way inside my core. He tickled and probed then moved back to my clit. He continued these actions until I was floating outside my body. In a place of such bliss that I couldn’t possibly still be on earth.

  He let his tongue travel south, dangerously close to the forbi
dden bud, but instead of shock or revulsion, it felt good. So surprisingly good that it added another layer of pleasure. His hands traveled up my sides, his fingers fluttering lightly against my skin until he found the underside of my breasts. I cried out, loving every single time he touched me.

  I was flying so high that I knew when I came for the second time, it would be so hard and so fast, I’d be helpless to stop it. Helpless to recover with any kind of grace.

  I breathed in deeply when he sucked my clit into his mouth, letting out the air in quick, staccato breaths. Eventually, it was all too much. Every swipe of his tongue I had to hold my breath, the pleasure too intense.

  I let it take over, pull me under, and gave in to his actions. The tightness that had coiled in my belly finally snapped, and I cried out, letting my orgasm explode, touching every single nerve ending. The room spun, sending everything around me into a blurred haze of color and light.

  Each time his tongue touched my clit I jumped, my skin so incredibly sensitive, but I didn’t want him to stop.

  I grabbed his hand and pulled him away, pressing his cheek to the inside of my thigh. He kissed it. An open-mouth kiss that sent a spasm to my core. God. I had just orgasmed all over his mouth and I was still hurting for more.

  But now that he’d had his fill of my pussy, did that mean I could finally get what I wanted? Finally have him inside me.

  When he crawled up and settled beside me, pulling my back against his front, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

  Why? Why didn’t he want to have sex with me? Did he think I couldn’t handle him? Handle his…kinky needs, whatever they may be? Grace and Sadie were probably right. A man like Max Levin needed more than just regular sex to get him going. He was humoring me. I knew it. I felt it with every caress of his finger as he slid it from my thigh up to my shoulder and back again.

  I was certain he felt sorry for the girl who’d never had a good time. I was certain he thought I was prudish.

  A tear stung my eye. For the first time in my life I doubted myself—my body. I wasn’t his type. I knew that, but I thought I saw something in his eyes when he looked at me. What should I expect? For a man who made porn for a living, I was sure he’d perfected that look years ago.