Rush

by Gina Gordon

  “Hmmm…” He lifted his pelvis, pressing his erection against me. “I do like being appreciated.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing I’m generous with doling it out.” I leaned in for another kiss, but he pulled away, teasing me.

  I wasn’t in the mood for teasing. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head down. Our mouths smashed together, a clash of tongues, as he rocked my world with just his lips.

  I lost myself in his kiss. Forgetting my accomplishment. Forgetting where we were and who I was supposed to be. Until someone cleared their throat.

  We broke apart, and I rested my forehead against his chest. I peeked between his arm and side and saw Grace standing on the staircase with a huge smile on her face. She was dolled up. Obviously on her way out for work.

  She looked stunning in a black pencil skirt and red satin sleeveless blouse.

  Max dropped me, and turned us around, keeping my back to his front. A strategic move considering his hard-on was still pressed against me.

  “Sorry to interrupt, but…” She pointed at the door. “I have an appointment.”

  We shuffled away from the door as Grace sashayed toward us.

  Before she stepped out, she leaned in to me. “I sent you my details.”

  I nodded, acknowledging our pact. She always kept me in the loop about where she’d be. For safety reasons. “There’s cookies in the kitchen.” Then she winked. “As you were.”

  With a smile, she sauntered out the door and closed it behind her.

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Max swooped me up and carried me to the second floor. Instead of taking me to my bedroom, he dropped me in front of the bathroom.

  “Pit stop?” I raised my eyebrow in question.

  “Not quite.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me across the threshold. “Have I ever told you how much I love sports bras?” He lifted my T-shirt over my head. “Especially…” He placed his finger at the hollow of my neck and trailed it down my sweaty skin to my cleavage. “…this right here.”

  “You like my cleavage.”

  “Love your cleavage.” He bent at his knees and kissed my neck. “Love your neck.” He kissed his way up to my jaw and peppered more kisses up my cheek to my forehead then down my nose, until he captured my lips. “And these lips.” He swiped his tongue across the seam of my lips and I opened for him, letting him invade my mouth with his warmth. “Love these lips.”

  “You do?”

  He stopped kissing me, long enough to give me a smirk and a nod.

  Just tell him what you want.

  Grace’s voice echoed in my brain. We were going to do this on my terms. I was ready to take this to the next level. Sadie had armed me with a book of skills I needed to impress, and I had studied it cover to cover.

  “Well, then…” I blew out a heavy breath, bracing my stomach for his response. “I think it’s time my lips got acquainted with your cock.”

  Chapter 17

  Max

  Christ.

  I wasn’t a religious man. I didn’t know if there was a heaven or a hell. Wasn’t sure if there was a God or savior.

  But right now…I would convert to whatever religion Everly wanted me to if it meant her lips would touch my cock.

  I left her in the doorway and headed to the shower. Turning on the water, I tested it, letting the stream warm up. When it was acceptable, I pulled the small button on the faucet and the water moved to the detachable showerhead above.

  I pulled my shirt over my head and, without a second thought, pulled down my shorts and boxers until I stood naked, letting Everly lick her lips and ogle my body.

  I loved the way she looked at me. It was like she always saw me for the first time. Her eyes wide in surprise and wonder. Her mouth always quirked up at the side in a smile that I could only decipher as dirty thoughts clouding her mind.

  I approached and helped her divest of her clothing. First her yoga pants. Then her panties. But when I got to her breasts, I had a better idea.

  I could think of nothing sexier than looking down and seeing Everly’s lips wrapped around my cock, but looking down and seeing her lips wrapped around my cock with her cleavage in that sports bra, staring up at me, would be amazing.

  “Leave this on.” I pointed to the sports bra.

  She laughed and shook her head as she let me lead her to the shower. I stepped over the side of the tub first, and held her hand as she joined me. Then I closed us in, tugging the shower curtain across the bar, letting the steam envelop us.

  I pulled her body against mine, my hand splayed across her lower back, my fingers pressing into her ass.

  She was breathing heavy, as she always did whenever we were in a heated moment. I felt her heart beating against my chest, fast and furiously. It matched my own.

  “I want to make you feel good.”

  “You always make me feel good, baby.” I kissed her. “Always.”

  “But I want to make you feel really good.” She sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine.

  Oh, shit. It was happening. This was it. Even more than I wanted to sink inside her pussy, I wanted inside her mouth. Something about those lips and that tiny, pink tongue that always darted out when she was thinking.

  I’ll admit, my brain short-circuited the moment her lips touched the tip of my cock. She kissed it, an open-mouth kiss that had her tongue flicking out oh, so gently.

  I shuddered. Couldn’t stop it. It ran like a rolling thunder up my spine until my shoulders shook in response.

  She licked a line from the base to the tip, again and again; she ran her tongue along my length. Each time, she swallowed the tip for just a second. She worked her fist on my shaft and lowered her head, licking my balls, sucking them into her mouth.

  Fuck. Who taught this girl how to give a blow job? I shouldn’t be surprised. Her best friend was an escort, for fuck’s sake. Thank God for escorts, because this girl was blowing my mind with her tongue and lips.

  I didn’t think I could take another minute of her teasing. Finally, fucking finally, she slipped my cock between her lips and lowered her head, taking me in slowly. Achingly slowly. Then she pulled off and returned. Each time she lowered, she took me in a millimeter farther, and I felt that millimeter like it was a goddamn foot. I felt each tiny slide of her lips and tongue, and when she brought her hand into the mix, sucking and fisting my shaft at the same time, my knees almost buckled and I wanted to melt into a puddle.

  This was the single greatest blow job I’d ever had. The single most erotic blow job I’d ever seen. And I’d seen a lot of fucking blow jobs.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  She moaned around my cock, the sound sending a zing of pleasure to my balls. I felt them tighten. Felt them shrivel in response, my boys getting ready to make their great escape. But I wouldn’t inside her mouth. I’d be a gentleman, turn my body, and let the tile catch the brunt of my pleasure.

  “So close, baby.”

  She continued sucking.

  “Baby, you can…” She grabbed my ass and pulled me farther inside her mouth.

  I let out a groan. Like a freight train, my orgasm smashed into me, exploding through my body just as I exploded inside her mouth. My fist hit the tile beside me, and my entire body reacted. My toes curled. My knees knocked. My stomach contracted. My brain short-circuited.

  “Sweetheart. That was…” I panted, unable to catch my breath. “That was fucking awesome.”

  She looked up at me with adoration, and pride.

  “If I had known the first day we met you knew how to do that, I would have had you on your knees immediately.”

  “You…liked it?” she asked. Her eyes lowering to my crotch, where my cock was already making its way back to hard territory.

  “I fucking loved it.”

  She fell back against the tile, a far-off look in her eyes. “So the book was right,” she whispered.

  “The book?”

  She looked up at me with a timid smile. “I might have forgotten t
o tell you that I checked off one of the items on the list myself.”

  I didn’t know why, but it bothered me that she was able to achieve a checkmark on her own. I knew I wasn’t the be-all, end-all of her life. She’d been doing things way before I came along, but I liked the way it made me feel when I helped her—like a rush of adrenaline and happiness coursed through me every time I saw her smile.

  “Which item did you cross off?”

  She brought her hand to her mouth and bit on the fingernail of her thumb. Between her teeth, she said, “Read a book for fun.”

  “You read…” I stepped back. Was knocked back, more like it. “Are you saying you learned…what you just did…” I pointed down to my deflated cock. “…from a book?”

  Ecstatic. I was elated that she hadn’t learned from experience or from the teachings of an escort. It made me an asshole, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

  “No wonder you get straight A’s.”

  She smiled and looked to the bottom of the tub. She had nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, I was going to show her just how unashamed she should be feeling, because I was going to give her the same satisfaction—the same pleasure that had just engulfed me.

  I pulled the showerhead from its holster and backed her against the tile. I lifted her leg, letting it rest against my thigh, holding her body open for me.

  Without another word, I let the spray hit her core. She moaned, her hand gripping my shoulder.

  I let the spray circle her clit, pulling it away then moving it forward, changing the pressure, the angle, as many times as I could to get her there as fast as I could. I wanted to see that face. Needed to see her face when she came. Needed it more than my own orgasm. It was the most real thing I had in my life.

  Her chest heaved, the sports bra soaked right through. Droplets of water had gathered against her skin across her chest. I leaned down and licked, tasting her.

  “Max…” Her voice was low, heavy. Just how I liked it. I leaned in and licked a line up her neck. Grabbed her earlobe between my teeth.

  “That feels…” Her words trailed off with a whimper.

  “Pull up the bra.”

  With the hand that wasn’t hanging on to me for dear life, she lifted the bra and exposed her breasts. Immediately, I bent and sucked a nipple into my mouth, let my tongue circle the hard bead.

  She squirmed in my embrace, her pelvis rolling. I knew she was moving into the water, helping me find the exact spot she needed to—

  “I’m coming!” She yelled it. Loud. Proud. I felt the same way.

  She came hard, shuddering in my arms as her eyes rolled back and her head thumped against the tile.

  I almost came again, just at the sight of her face. When she slumped over, her breath hard and hot against me, I knew it was time to change locations.

  I turned off the water and carried her to her bedroom. I removed her sports bra, which now dangled around her neck. Grabbing two towels, I dried us off and snuggled us under her white duvet.

  She fit perfectly into the crook of my body. Like she was an extension of me, the better half of my degenerate whole.

  “Tell me more about your work.”

  Her soft voice carried over her shoulder. I wasn’t expecting a conversation. I wasn’t expecting sex either, but definitely not a discussion about my work.

  “What do you want to know?”

  I found it hard to give specific details to anyone, never mind letting Everly in on the behind-the-scenes stuff. She knew what I did for a living, but if she remained outside of it, remained on the other side of the fence, maybe she could keep me on the other side, too.

  She sat up, resting her elbow on the mattress. “What’s your most favorite thing about your job?”

  I let out a heavy breath. This is how I imagined she felt when I’d asked her about being happy with law school—unsure, uneasy, and tense.

  “Should I start with an easier question?”

  She was using my own words against me. I wanted to say no. I wanted to give her the same bullshit answer I usually gave to people, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to lie. Not to Everly. “Maybe…”

  “All right.” Her head fell back and the wet strands of her hair brushed against my arm. I looked down as a smile curved her lips. “What is your bestselling porn?”

  Now, that was an easy question.

  “Lesbian porn. Teen porn. MILFs are pretty popular, too. But it really depends on what part of the country you’re talking about. Each province seems to have its own tastes.”

  “I’ve been seeing a lot of porn lately—you know, with Stella auditioning and Jade researching your different series—and…I just wondered…you know the porn where you never see the guy’s face? That has to be really popular.” She raised up on her elbow and looked at me.

  “It’s called POV. It gives the person watching the feeling that they’re there, that they are the one experiencing what’s going on. The actress stares right into the camera and connects with the person watching.”

  “So who directs it?”

  “There’s not really a director. The person filming makes all the decisions. When Ben first started, he was the one who filmed the POV scenes.”

  “So…he’s had sex with a lot of women.”

  He’d probably had sex with hundreds of women, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.

  “It was his form of quality control. We needed to put out that type of film, and he didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Now he has people on the payroll for that and he screens everything when it’s done.”

  She was quiet for a minute. “There is just so much business behind it that I’d never really thought of.”

  “Because it is a business. There is much more than putting two people in front of a camera and letting them go at it. That’s why, even though you can get any kind of porn you want for free on the Internet, people still pay good money for reliable, quality productions on websites that are safe for your computer.”

  “So when you’re not watching porn, you’re thinking about porn, or analyzing porn?”

  “Does that bother you?”

  It shouldn’t matter to me if it did. We weren’t in any kind of romantic relationship, even though the way her hand stroked my chest at this very moment was pretty damn romantic.

  “No.” Her response was quiet, but held conviction. I believed her.

  “Porn is just a business. Just another way to make money.”

  “Is that all you really care about? Making money?”

  Making money had been my sole focus. I didn’t love the porn business; it’s just what I did. I might lack the passion for it, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make a lot of money off it. In a way, it was smarter to be so detached. I could make objective decisions. But lately, even the money wasn’t as appealing and not just because I had a shitload coming to me in a couple of weeks.

  “I want to do right by my father. That’s what matters most.”

  I guided her down, back to her spot cuddled up against me. I’d never really lain in a bed with a woman. I’d been in bed, done things in a bed, but never relaxed, cuddled, or spooned.

  “I want my parents to be proud of me, too.” I knew she worked so hard because she wanted to make something of herself. That had been evident from the moment we met. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized that her parents had a hand in her future. More than a hand. Just like me, Everly was caught between trying to please a parent and finding happiness. Unfortunately, I’d learned that sometimes you can’t have both.

  She craned her neck and our eyes locked. Immediately, I was hard again. Unbelievably so. I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock inside that pussy. That pretty, smooth, pink pussy. But I couldn’t. I needed to take this slow. The rush I got from sex was just that, rushed. When it was over, the rush was gone, barely recognizable, barely memorable.

  With Everly, that rush came from something more, something deeper that I couldn’t put my finger on.
I had a bad feeling that as soon as I did, I would be too far gone to come out of this unscathed.

  Chapter 18

  Everly

  I had to study. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had been slacking. My grades were slipping. All right, technically it was only one grade, but it was just a matter of time before it all caught up with me.

  After another round of orgasms, without rounding all the bases, I had managed to pull myself out of Max’s embrace. I couldn’t figure out his motives, but as long as he kept me satisfied, I could wait a little longer. Or so I kept telling myself. If we didn’t go all the way soon I was going to die. Literally die, from wanting it so badly.

  As I pretended to concentrate on my textbook, he sat on my bed in nothing but white boxer briefs, reading Men’s Health magazine. I could have asked him to leave. That would have been the smart thing to do, but I couldn’t bear to be away from him.

  At least I’d drawn some kind of line in the sand and vetoed strip studying. Although he’d managed to coerce me into outlining all of the things I wanted to accomplish and promised if I did them all, he’d let me play with what was inside those sexy briefs.

  Since when did playing with a penis excite me so much? Since when had I ever played with a penis?

  With my pen in my mouth, I turned slightly in my chair, craning my eyes as much as I could to get a glimpse of him without turning my entire body. I loved his chest hair. Loved letting my fingers move through the coarse strands. I especially loved how it disappeared inside his briefs. It was the most beautiful trail to the treasure inside pants I’d ever seen.

  He caught me looking. “Are you done?”

  I shook my head, wishing like hell he wasn’t so damn distracting.

  “Then the boxers stay on.” He lifted his index finger and twirled it, mimicking that he wanted me to turn around and get back to work.

  I had just managed to concentrate for at least five minutes when the doorbell rang.

  “Are you expecting anyone?” he asked.

  I checked my watch. I still had several hours before I needed to worry about Grace. It could only be one other person. “It’s probably just Sadie. She’s always forgetting her keys.”