His chest stopped its easy in and out rhythm. The hand that had been playing with her hair stilled. He didn’t answer. What was going through his mind?
“I’m not embarrassed, Max,” she added, turning to him. “That’s not why I’m asking.”
His blue eyes were dark and serious. In fact, she had never seen him look so serious. Then he reached for one of her hands and laced his fingers with hers.
“I can do that, Natasha,” he said quietly. “I promise.”
She bit her lip. “I did it again. I didn’t mean to get so—”
“Personal?” The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Natasha, we’re naked. My cock is a fucking rock right now, and we’re about to get more intimate than we’ve ever been. How the hell is this not personal?”
She sighed. “You know what I mean. We’re...”
She gestured for him to finish her sentence. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Why was he being so obtuse?
“We’re exploring,” he finally said, his breath in her hair. “What should we try first?”
CHAPTER NINE
NATASHA DIDN’T ANSWER right away. Good. Let her get used to this feeling that she could ask for anything, be open about her wants. That she could say what was on her mind. But Max could see this was hard for her.
She was a scientist, through and through. Natasha approached everything as an experiment, considering her methods and the variables. But good sex wasn’t scientific. Sure, a big cock, some experimenting with angles and attention on a woman’s responses all helped. But the mind was an enormous variable, unable to be controlled. Fantasies, past experiences, vulnerabilities—all these factors could turn good mechanics into hot sex...or not.
Their fingers were still laced together, but his other hand traced slow circles over her stomach, so soft and sexy. Goddamn, his dick was hard. Just sitting like this, with Natasha’s body against his, touching her, breathing in her scent, was doing it for him.
“I have an idea,” he said. “Let’s play Choose Your Own Adventure. I’ll make up a sex story about us, and you choose how it goes. Then we can switch if you want.”
She nodded. Max slid his hand up her stomach, to the underside of her breasts, letting his fingers move along the lush curve of one, then the other. “An oral sex story,” she said. “I did want to practice, after all.”
Oh, yeah. This was definitely heading in a good direction.
“Let me think of one,” he said softly.
Most of the women he’d slept with were turned on by his wealth and his athleticism. This wasn’t just his ego talking—women had told him in various ways, cloaked in praise. Maybe that kind of story would work with Natasha. But there was something else, too. Despite the fact that she had hesitated at anything that felt personal, the scenes that were running through his head right now were exactly that. Real scenarios. Times when he had wanted to kiss her, to go down on her and yes, to see her on her knees, sucking his cock. Oh, yeah.
“Your dick is like a steel rod, Max,” she said, a little breathless. “Are you playing Choose Your Own Adventure all by yourself right now?”
He laughed. “Just thinking through my choices. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Your first choice, do you want a story about after a rugby game, in the corner of the locker room, when I’m all worked up?”
Her breaths quickened, and she let out a soft moan. Yes, that would be hot for both of them.
“Or...” he continued slowly, drawing out the moment, “do you want a story about that night I brought you and Alya home and I almost kissed you?”
She whipped her head to face him. “You remember that?”
He gave her a pointed look. “I was the sober one.”
Her eyes were wide, and she bit her lip. Yep, that definitely turned her on. He waited until, finally, she answered.
“That one,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Good,” he said, pulling her against him to settle between his legs. He started with slow caresses, running his hands up and down her sides. “It starts early in the night, when I pick you both up before the award ceremony, and I see you in that red dress with your tits on display for every goddamn man in that place to look at. And I have to remind myself all night not to look at them, not to think about how they would feel in my mouth when I sucked on them.”
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, savoring the feel of finally touching them. He found her nipple with one of his hands rubbing his thumb over it as he continued with the story. “But instead of taking both you and Alya home, we drop Alya off at her boyfriend’s. So when we get back to your apartment, it’s just us.”
“Mmm,” Natasha whispered, nodding.
“This time, I don’t say goodnight. This time, I kiss you, and I tell you how fucking hard my cock is from trying not to watch you all night. But you already knew that. You say you’ve been thinking about my cock all night, too. And where you want my mouth. You wore that dress just for me, so I wouldn’t forget how I wanted this evening to end.”
She moaned and moved against him. Max leaned down and kissed her on her neck. Then he moved his hand lower, down her stomach, at the crease of her legs. He explored her slowly, softly, touching her, listening to her breaths, taking in her reactions. His fingers found the tops of her thighs, and then, when he couldn’t resist any longer, he dipped his fingers into her warm entrance. Oh, fuck, her pussy was wet and hot, and his cock surged at the slippery heat. Her moan came louder this time.
“Now here’s your next choice,” he whispered. “Do I go down on you first, or do you go down on me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “I go down on you.”
“Works for me.” Max smiled. “So you move your hand down my stomach until you reach my cock. You take it in your hand and feel me. My tip, my balls, the length. Of course, you’re impressed.”
Natasha snorted. “Of course. And I say, My God, Max, you’re so big.”
She drew the words out, her voice full of amusement, so he snaked his other hand to her waist and tickled her. She let out a yelp of laughter, squirming, sending more currents of lust through him.
He chuckled and bit her neck softly as she settled back against him. “You gonna let me tell my story?”
She nodded, still breathless. He moved his hand back down, through her soft curls, just above her clit. He made slow, easy circles as the last remnants of laughter shifted to something hotter.
“Here’s what you say to me. Have you imagined my lips around your cock? And fuck, yes, I have.”
His fingers circled her clit as he spoke, and she moved her hips against his touch.
“Yes, Max.” Never had he heard hotter words than the ones coming from Natasha’s lips right now.
“Next choice, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You want me standing up? Sitting down? Lying down?”
“You’re sitting down on a chair. A kitchen chair,” she said, her voice coming between soft pants. “And I’m on my knees.”
“Oh, yeah,” he bit out. He took a deep breath, getting his cock under control. “I take your hand, and we walk into your kitchen. I tell you I want to sit down because I’m so fucking worked up, so I pull out a chair.”
“Mmm...” Natasha hummed with pleasure, and Max thrust his hips against her, gritting his teeth against the urge to do it again and again. But not yet.
“You kneel in front of me. And I say You want to take it out? You want to suck me off? And you say yes.”
His voice was getting lower, rougher, and the need to satisfy them both was taking over. “You unzip my pants and pull down my boxers, and I sit in the chair and spread my legs. You look at my cock the way you look at everything, studying it, sizing it up, taking it in. And my hands are fisted by now because your mouth is so close to my dick that I can feel your breaths, and it’s driving me fu
cking mad. But I wait.”
She let out a moan. His fingers dipped down into the delicious wetness he was dying to taste.
“Now you have one last choice in this story. What do I say next?”
Oh, the sounds she was making, her raspy breaths and her little pants and moans. Goddamn, this was pushing his own limits.
“I could order you to suck my cock,” he whispered in her ear. “I could tell you I like it hard and deep. I could take your hair in my hand and tell you I’ve been thinking about fucking your mouth all night. Giving you a mouthful.”
She whimpered. Yeah, she liked that. But there was another option, one that he suspected might ring even truer. Her body was tense, taut. Like she was as enthralled with this story as he was. Time for option number two.
“Or I could look down at you, push the hair off your face,” he said, running his tongue over her neck, tasting her, “and say, You own me.”
* * *
“Yes.” The word was out of her mouth before she could think through what this choice revealed. Before she could weigh the risks of revealing this choice to Max. Because that was exactly what she wanted from that scene: to be the only one in the world he wanted at that moment.
But even that thought faded because Max was moving now. His hands flexed against her waist as he slipped out from behind her, moving with the urgency she had gotten a glimpse of back in her kitchen in Sydney.
“I’m so hard for you right now, sweetheart,” he growled. “I want the real thing. I want you to sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy while you suck me off. You ready for that?”
Her body was answering in sparks and jolts.
“Hell, yes,” she said with a giddy laugh.
Max lay on the bed, legs spread, knees bent, feet firmly planted on the bed.
“Climb on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. His hands circled her thighs as she straddled his face. “This is going to feel so good.”
She lowered herself onto her elbows, one on each side of his hips. Her heart pounded harder as she brushed a hand over the trail of hair that led to the thicker mass. His cock bobbed urgently, in case she needed a reminder of where she should be focusing.
Max had started his own exploring, as well, his fingers playing between her folds as if he were studying her just as carefully as she was studying him.
She licked his tip experimentally, and his hips bucked, giving her more than just a taste. His whole head went into her mouth, farther. She wrapped her lips around him and he pulled out with a harsh groan.
“Can I come in your mouth?” His voice was thick with lust. “I just want to know before we get too far.”
She shuddered with pleasure as the idea took form in her mind, sharp and visceral. “Yes.”
“Good. Put your hand around my cock so I don’t choke you, because I’m going to want to move. And you can squeeze as hard as you’d like.”
She shifted her weight onto one elbow and brought her other hand to his cock, running her palm over his wet head and moving it to the base. His hands tightened around her thighs, pulling her down onto his face.
“Hell, yes,” he muttered, echoing her.
Then all thoughts disappeared except one: Max. His lips, his tongue, his fingers, all exploring, teasing, like there was nothing else on earth he wanted to do except feast on her. And that was exactly what he was doing right now, feasting. His mouth was hungry, and he sucked on her and licked her like she was the only thing that could satisfy him.
His cock throbbed urgently in her hand. He was doing crazy things to her with his tongue, making it hard to concentrate. She opened her mouth as another wave of blinding pleasure hit her. As she moaned, he thrust into her mouth.
“Yes,” he growled, pulling her closer. “You make me so fucking hot, Natasha.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit, over and over, as she lost herself further in the sensations. Her body quivered, and he sucked harder, sending her over the edge. She shook and came as he devoured her, drawing out her orgasm. Rolling waves of languid pleasure flooded her. She pulled back, releasing his erection from her mouth, and rested her head on his hip.
She sighed. “You’re amazing, Max.”
“I’m feeling pretty amazing right now,” he said with a strangled laugh. “But I’m going to need to do something about this if you don’t want to finish. Because staring at your pussy like this is only making it hotter.”
Natasha considered the idea of watching Max jerk off in front of her. Watching his hand move up and down his cock, figuring out exactly what he liked. Her body certainly liked the idea.
But not this time. This time, she wanted to be the one to make him feel that way. “No, I want to finish.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said. He palmed her ass and squeezed it. “Then stay just like you are. I like this view. A lot.”
Natasha lifted her head and positioned herself with his cock right in front of her. Beautiful, sexy Max. She was trying not to think about her bare ass in his face, but it was hard to forget when his heavy breaths teased her, getting her going again. She reached for his erection, wrapping her hand around him once more, squeezing harder this time. His groan was heavy, tight. His story looped through her thoughts, weaving itself into each movement, each touch.
I could look down at you...and say you own me.
The tensing of his stomach muscles under her breasts, the hard grip of his hands around her thighs. In that moment, she felt it. She owned him. Natasha put her lips around his head and sucked. His hips bucked, but this time she was ready for it. She drew him in and out, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he roared. “I’m going to come.”
He groaned and swore and came deep in her mouth. His big body flexed and shuddered under hers. Then came heavy groans of satisfaction mixed with a whisper of words too soft to understand. His hips slowed. His hands loosened around her thighs, stroking.
“Oh, Natasha,” he said, his voice naked with wonder.
The words moved through her in soft flutters. These were aftereffects from the orgasm, from his breaths still teasing the length of her core, weren’t they? This was by far the hottest experience of her life, so it was only natural that he was satisfied, too.
Gently, he lifted one of her thighs over to the side. “As much as I’m enjoying the view, you might be more comfortable up here, where the pillows are.”
She pushed herself up lazily and shifted her legs under her. Max opened his arms, an invitation to lie with him. Natasha settled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the bliss of his warm embrace. The warm, hard muscles of his biceps against her back, her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder, just breathing him in. God, he smelled amazing. If she wasn’t careful, she’d let herself lie here with him for the rest of the day.
“We definitely practiced oral sex,” she said, reluctantly sitting up. “With thirteen minutes left for a shower.”
CHAPTER TEN
BY THE TIME Max walked Alya back from the shoot, dusk was settling. The wind off the ocean found its way through the tangle of trees, warm and balmy. It was going to be a beautiful night.
Max changed for dinner and put in a quick call to Henning back at the Blackmore Inc. office. According to him, Alya’s ex had eaten dinner in LA that evening, so he wasn’t coming to Green Island anytime soon.
He sank down into one of the lounge chairs beside the pool outside their suite, waiting for Natasha and Alya to get dressed. The pool was empty, the still water sparkling in the evening sun, but a smattering of guests clustered on the deck. The models stood out, taller, shinier than the rest. A couple of them had given him the familiar once-over of women used to more than their fair share of attention. It was a look that said, I’ll take you, like she was buying a bull for breeding. He knew that
look because he had taken up the implied challenge more than a few times, just for a little fun. But the idea had lost its appeal, and it wasn’t just because his magic wand had gotten its share of action earlier.
Even from a young age Max had been wary of this world, with its pecking order based on family name, looks and other things people were born with, though he had grown up with so many privileges shoved up his ass that he knew better than to complain. Ironically, it was his years at Princeton, a school that dripped with old money privileges, that got him started on a different path.
He had always excelled at physical sports, so he’d joined the school’s rugby team. Growing up, he’d played on and off, mostly because it was as far from a gentleman’s sport as he could find, just to mess with his father. But it wasn’t until Princeton that he got serious about the game. The team quickly hooked him up with hot tutor Jessica, and for the first time he actually looked forward to a few hours of homework...and what came after. Yeah, he was a slow reader, but it turned out there were plenty of ways around that. He had always been a hard worker, but the results in anything that counted for the Jensen family hadn’t been good enough. Jessica changed that. In fact, by sophomore year, he was making the honor roll. For the first time outside of the arena of sports, his position had been earned, not bought. And finally, finally it dawned on him that he wasn’t as academically inept as everyone assumed—everyone including himself. He just had to find the right path.
Max’s phone rang, bringing him back to the present. He glanced absently at the screen. Shit. Nalini Anderson, administrative assistant to the president of the Jensen Family Foundation. Which meant his future admin, the last person Max wanted to talk to right now.
It was nothing personal. Somehow she had managed to work harmoniously with gruff, abrupt, notoriously difficult Deacon Jensen for years, which was a tribute to her management skills, her people skills and her patience. But Max didn’t want to think about that part of his future right now, not here on Green Island. This woman had a backbone of steel, though, and if she wanted to get in touch with him, she’d keep trying.
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