“Asked you a question, Kit,” he mutters against my lips.
“I feel…good,” I breathe. “Almost too good.”
“Good as the boys off at college make you feel?”
The idea of straddling anyone but Maxwell, topless and in just panties no less, is laughable. Laughable. I try to suppress a chuckle inside me but it just bubbles over and spills right out. Embarrassed, I stick my face into the crook of his neck and breathe him in, feeling myself grow damper.
“So you don’t like them, then,” he whispers, “that’s all well and good. Makes no difference to me, doll. I can do you better than every last one of them. And I will. I’m going to do you so good you’ll forget your own name, princess.”
His words make me dizzy, a breath catching inside my throat as my belly rolls with heat. With every syllable his lips mark a different place on my neck. Beneath my ear, the front of my throat, the line of my jaw. Then they move lower. I look down, watching with my mouth open a little as he licks my stiff peak, pinching the other between two fingers, then trading. A needy gasp falls from my lips.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Kit.” Maxwell groans darkly and the rumble in his chest vibrates me to my core. To the marrow in my bones and to the butterfly landing on my heart. “You deserve to have someone tell you that every single day of your life.”
“C’est le premier jour du reste de ma vie. No one’s called me beautiful before.”
When his hips rise and I feel the harsh fabric between my legs, I let out a whimper again.
“Tell me how you feel, Kit.”
“Warm. Hot. I don’t know,” I groan.
“You surprise me,” he chuckles, “this isn’t what I would have thought. You with your stern proclamations, letting yourself be gawked at by a room of men who know good well they can’t touch you.”
My belly melts at his withering, scalding stare.
“What you thought?”
“Yes, what I thought. I’ve been thinking about this since our eyes locked back there.”
“About…”
“No.” He kisses down my neck. “Playing. Talking. You tried to steal my car, Kit. I’d think a girl like you would be more capable of talking about what she likes done to her in the bedroom.”
“I don’t have a lot of experience. First date, remember?”
He puts his forehead to mine. Oh. Oh, that’s nice. I close my eyes and he takes my hips, grinding himself against me.
“Then tell me if you like what I’m doing.” I gasp at his fingers on the waist of my panties and then don’t have time to complete a thought before he’s sliding his hand down the front. This is…nice isn’t the word for it. I’ve now had a man’s fingers playing inside my panties. One finger inches down and lands on my wet button and he strokes it back and forth. He growls into my ear. “My god Kit, you are wet.”
“I’ve been wet for you all day.”
He slides his finger lower, lower, raising his hips. He grinds between my splayed legs, one finger sliding up and down my tender, hot little button. Teasing. Slowly.
Maxwell keeps grinding his hips up and down, making me whimper. My hips are rolling and I’m looking down between us, my hands splayed on his chest, my wet little button gliding along his fingers, up and down. With my own fingers shaking, I undo his buttons to reveal smooth, sculpted muscle. I let my eyes wander as I unbutton his shirt, every inch of skin turning me on more and more. I clench up as his finger slides lower and his lips stamp against mine, making my mouth open up for a moan to slide out.
He tries to get inside me, but despite how soaked I am, he can’t push his thick finger past my folds. I feel a growl break through him as he caresses my belly on the way to putting both hands on my hips and squeezing.
“Goddamnit, Kit.”
He lays me down and puts his body over mine, taking my face in his hands and kissing me fiercely. My body ignites and I wrap my legs around him, locking my feet in place. His hands seem to be everywhere, frantic when before they were slow and practiced. He’s taking handfuls of my cheeks in his bruising fingers, his tongue is caressing mine slowly but with so much force.
“I need to know you want this. I need to know. Because once I have you, I’m not letting you go, Kit. I think I already know the answer, but the sweetest thing in the world would be having you say it out loud.”
“Yes,” I whisper, and just like that, he crushes his lips to mine and I feel the metallic clank of a zipper in the darkness.
He pulls his lips away and I start breathing shallowly, panting, when he kneels between my legs, pulling me to the edge of he bed and pushing my knees up to my ears. My hands instinctively go to the back of his head, weaving and dancing through his hair.
“This is how I want you, Kit,” he whispers against the wet silk between my legs, dragging his fingers from the backs of my knees to the backs of my thighs. I’m spread open, legs in the air, and I’m torn between wanting to burrow under the blankets and wanting him to see every inch of me. My heart is slamming in my chest so hard that I can feel it in my ears. There’s blood swishing around in my head and my mind is swimming in a deep blue sea. “Spread out and under me every single night, beautiful.”
My eyes slam shut when he pushes my panties to the side and drags his wide tongue up my entire length, from just above my puckered hole to my hood.
“Maxwell, oh god!” I scream out, my climax rocking through me as soon as his tongue makes contact. I feel myself clench up as he wraps his lips around my clit and slides a finger inside me. He kisses up my body, keeping his lips soft and exploring, taking in every inch of me.
“I am going to have the best fucking time making you happy,” he whispers. I wind my arms around his big shoulders and take the back of his head with my fingers, cruising them through his hair, pulling him to me, pushing myself onto him. A laugh ricochets through me, a sound of pure excitement and glee, and that’s when his thickness replaces his hand between my legs. He slides up and down my seam without entering me, splitting my lips apart.
“Max!” I gasp at the contact. I try to look down, but he won’t let me. Oh, no. He’s holding me too close, holding me too tight, and when I try to rub against him beneath his strong frame, he holds me still. “Not fair!”
“Punishment,” he says, a wicked smile growing on his face. “This is punishment for stealing my car.” He brushes his thick tip against my entrance but still won’t go any further.
“Max, come on, are you fucking kidding me?” I squeal, but it’s not helping. The more I move against him, the more he teases me. It’s exquisite torture and delicious anticipation all rolled into one.
“And this,” he whispers, kissing my neck while tearing the silk away, sliding inside me with one drop of his hips, “is for pretending you weren’t mine the second I pulled out out of that bullshit auction.”
“Oh fuck yes Max, finally.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let him kiss me, claim me, take me. The sudden fullness is almost too much for me to bear, and something inside me feels like it breaks. It makes me bow my back off the bed as he slides out and then fills me again, claiming me inch by inch. The feeling of having this sexy older man’s dick stuffed up inside me is wholly and uniquely fucking amazing.
Wait. I don’t think like this. I definitely don’t talk like this. What is it about this man? Could it really be that he’s my one and only? Could it just be that simple, fabulous, fucking fantastic?
His finger tips my chin up and he kisses my lips, sliding his tongue against mine as he rocks in and out of me. I feel my chest rise and fall faster and faster, a freight train about to speed right through the room.
“Oh god,” I choke against Max’s lips, squeezing my eyes up tight. Black and white twinkle behind my eyelids. He scoops me up and sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips and bouncing me, sliding me up and down his length. Jesus Christ, I could just die in this man’s arms.
I clutch my hands around his neck and breathe into
him, his fingers inching their way down my back and onto my ass. With a quick smack that claps through the room, I whimper as I feel him bare his teeth against my ear, nibbling my earlobe. I don’t have enough time to register the spank as pain before his palm is rubbing, soothing me where his bare hand connected to my flesh.
“That’s punishment for making me hard as a motherfucker when I was just trying to show you a nice time.”
I feel a smile curl up on my lips.
“This is a nice time, Max. That feels so fucking good.”
“God, hearing you talk dirty like that is gonna make me come, princess.” He smiles, pushing his lips to mine. “But I want something else from you, baby. I want to see what a bad girl you can be.”
“For you only, right Max?” I whisper, feeling my lips pout and my brows knit in the middle.
“You’re fucking right, baby.”
10
Maxwell
I pull out of Kit and watch her eyes as I leave her.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow, isn’t it, Mr. Armstrong?”
“You are too fucking sexy Kit. Too perfect.” I grab her chin to make her look me in the eye. “Told you not to call me that.”
“What are you going to do about it, huh?” she asks, indignant, folding her arms across her chest.
I pull her onto my lap and smack that cute ass of hers, making the supple, milky flesh bounce before I sooth it with my hand. She giggles and winces slightly, and when I tap her ass again I give her a few small smacks before standing up and pushing her face-down onto the bed. She wiggles her hips.
I’m gonna be wrapped around this girl’s finger for life. She glances back at me, lips parted, eyes twinkling.
She claimed me a long time ago.
“Oh, you are my bad girl,” I hiss, grabbing her sweet ass as she wiggles it. She angles her hips up so I can see everything between her legs, and I grab her hips to enter her again. This time, she feels even tighter, and even though I’m careful at first, I don’t know how long I can go before riding her into the goddamn ground.
“Max, I need to tell you something too, and I don’t want it to wait,” she mewls, turning her cheek to me. She brushes some of her wet blonde hair away from her face and I pull out of her, leaving just the tip between her wet lips.
“What is it, babe?” I ask, flexing the muscles in my stomach to keep myself from pushing back inside her before she’s ready.
“You’re…” she bites her lips, her eyes flashing to mine. I sense apprehension in her voice.
“What is it? It’s okay, whatever it is. I promise, you can’t say anything that would scare me, make me walk away from you, anything you want to tell me, I can handle it. Promise.”
“Promise?”
I nod and push my hair away from my face. “Of course.”
“You’re…you’re my first,” she whispers, the confession painting her features with excitement.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, pushing my hips forward and gripping her hips, “that’s the best news I’ve heard in twenty years. I’m gonna come unless you tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop, please do not stop,” she whispers, tilting her hips up higher. I reach down between her and the bed with one hand, catching her clit, and with my other hand I grab her chin so I can feast on her perfect mouth.
“Let me have your mouth, gorgeous,” I whisper against her lips.
“I’m coming, Max, oh god, I want us to come together.” I breathe in her words as I slice my hips down into her.
“I got you Kit, now come all over my cock, make me come inside you,” I whisper against her lips.
She’s finally made me lose all control.
Her eyes squeeze shut and I kiss her forehead, sending my own release deep inside her, thick ropes splashing with every tick of my jaw. I bite down on my lower lip, the release seemingly endless. I don’t stop rocking softly inside her until she tells me to stop.
When she does, I scoop her up in my arms and place a kiss on her forehead.
“I’m never letting you go, Kit,” I whisper.
“And I’m never letting you let me go.” A smile dances across her lips as she snuggles against me and heavy, dark sleep falls over us.
11
Kit
When I wake up, I’m still feeling the effects of last night. I smile when I put my fingers to my lips, bruised from Max’s punishing kisses. I groan a little when I stretch my arms over my head and arch my back. My throat feels sore and scratchy and I don’t even have to speak to know I’m going to sound like I was up all night.
If that’s what trying to steal someone’s car gets me, I just might have to try committing grand theft auto on a more regular basis. But only Max’s car. His is the only car I want to drive.
I roll over with a smile to look at Max, but I just see his side of the bed empty. I throw my arm over to where he was sleeping and pull his pillow to my face, breathing him in. I hug it to my chest and curl up around it.
His scent clings to the pillow. It’s woodsy and crisp but musky and deep at the same time. It’s glorious, and I let myself indulge in breathing him in. I know it’s just a pillow, but it just feels nice to have it in my arms, even if it’s not the real deal.
The real deal. I am so happy I could scream. I swing my legs around and my toes find the carpeted floor beneath. Still holding his pillow, I tip-toe over to the window and stick my nose between two of the thick, heavy blackout curtains. Outside it looks like springtime, not winter. Any remaining patches of snow clinging onto the asphalt for dear life have melted away.
My first date was like spring cleaning for my soul.
I suck in a deep breath and…did I just spin around with my eyes turned toward the ceiling? I did. I can’t help it. I’m glowing from the inside out. I never wanted to wake up in a different bed than mine.
I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. I never knew what I wanted was a plastic spork.
I wasn’t in need of saving - then why does it feel like Max saved me? Maybe this is…something. I don’t know what, but it feels like something is happening.
It feels like I’ve known Max for more than just one night. We just…fit.
I stretch and feel my limbs start to warm up. I didn’t have my phone on me yesterday, but I’m curious to see if my dad called or texted Max. I find Max’s things on the little table near the door - his wallet, car keys, phone. I can’t unlock Max’s phone, but there’s no missed calls showing up on the screen, so I assume my father actually trusts Max enough to have not called to check in on me. That kind of trust is so pure and so rare. I let it sink into my bones. It seeps into my marrow and it feels so wonderful. A rolling wave of contentment sweeps over me.
I pick up Max’s wallet and decide against venturing inside. Instead, I pull on my pajamas and the cute slippers he got me. I hear the shower shut off and I grab his keys from the table, deciding to venture outside instead of diving into my man’s wallet. Some kind of theft, though, must be accomplished today. If he wanted to punish me for stealing his car, maybe I can ask nicely for the same punishment and get round two before we head off to wherever we’re going today.
So I grab my keycard and tip-toe outside. The sun is shining brightly and it smells like the absolutely most perfect day imaginable. I hit the button to unlock the car and slide in, sinking into the driver’s seat. If I were a more bold girl, I might hop onto the hood of his car and pose there like an eighties video vixen.
But that’s not me. I’m going to have at least a few growing pains in my mission to be sexy for Max, and it already seems that he likes me just the way I am.
So again, I let myself indulge in a little fantasy. Oh yes, warm day, hold me in your sweet embrace. Sandalwood and vanilla, whatever cologne you are, please cling to my new PJs so I can just sniff myself whenever I want to sniff Max. That hot-day beach-sandwich might have a run for its money now. I have a feeling there’s something else on the horizon for me in the company department.
May I dare say that I have a…boyfriend to keep me company? Maybe Dad will even let up with the guards if he knows I have Maxwell to keep an eye on me.
My fingers glide along the steering wheel as I look around the car. I really do want to see his ID. Now I wonder if it’s in the glove compartment or his wallet. It was probably in his wallet, but I let myself hit the button for the glove compartment just in case his ID is in there and will tumble out for me to take a look. The glove compartment pops open and a small, unsealed envelope slips out. I reach down to grab it from the floor without looking, and when I have it between my fingers, I try to shove it back into the glove compartment without sneaking a peek at what it is.
That’s when my heart leaps into my throat. The corner of a photo is sticking out of the envelope, and when I grab it to bring it into my lap to slide the envelope’s contents out, I’m met with a photo of my very own face.
And it’s not just one photo. It’s worse than that; it’s what looks like paparazzi photos. From far away, candid shots of me doing all sorts of stuff. Sitting on a bench at the park, walking into the animal shelter I volunteer at in SoHo.
“What the actual fuck?”
I crane my neck to glance up at the second floor landing for any signs of movement from our room. Is this the thing he had to tell me? That he’s been…stalking me? Nausea rises in my throat and I shake my head in disbelief.
Why? Why would he have been doing this? Thoughts tumble through my mind as my lips purse and my eyes narrow.
I don’t fucking get this. Now, do I stay around for an explanation or do I book it the hell on up out of here?
Whatever is going on here, this isn’t a detail. This a bombshell. One that I don’t intend on sticking around to hear the explanation to.
I shove the photos back into the glove compartment and swing the car door open. My fingers fumble with the key fob and they’re trembling so badly that I drop it, but instead of picking it up I just run. I run to the front office in my red heart slippers and barge inside. The man behind the desk takes his feet down and clears his throat.
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