singly comfortable with his open affection. When the movie finished, I stood and stretched. “Sorry to put you out, guys, but I think I should go. I’ve got work tomorrow.”
Max turned to his daughter. “You gonna be okay if I take her?”
She nodded with a slight roll of her eyes. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Take your time.”
My face flushed.
Did she know her dad was trying to be sly about having dirty deeds with me?
Ugh. That would suck.
But Max, being Max, was cool as a cucumber. “Okay, baby. I’ll be an hour or two at most. You make sure you have your cell on you at all times, and if there’s an emergency—”
She cut him off with, “Yeah, Dad. I know. If there’s an emergency, go across the street to Uncle Nik’s.”
He sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “You’re a good girl.”
Ceecee smiled softly then wheeled herself over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Thanks for showing me how to make cookies.”
I smiled down at her. “Anytime, honey. You’re a fast learner.”
We said our goodbyes and the second I sat in the truck, Max turned to me, eyeing my body. “You know the second we get to your apartment, your ass is mine.”
Well, darn it. I liked the sound of that.
Speaking on a whisper, I closed my eyes and told him, “You are not to speak to me for the duration of this car ride. Trust me, it’s for your own good.” We drove in silence, but Max had a hold of my hand, playing with my fingers, and the closer we came to my apartment, the harder I had to squeeze my legs together. It had been too long.
We exited the car and walked up the stairs leisurely, like a normal couple, but as soon as I opened the door to my apartment, I was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. Panting, I looked up at him in shock. “Holy Jesus, if you’re going to push me around, you better be prepared to fuck me like you own me.”
He stared at me wide-eyed. After a moment, he breathed, “Dios mío, you’re fucking perfect.” Then, he looked over at the kitchen counter and hesitated. “Next time. The first time you take my cock, I want to see your face.”
Oh snap.
I was starting to like bossy Max. He moved towards me, and as if it were choreographed, he dipped his face to mine the moment I lifted mine to his. We kissed slowly, savoring each other’s taste. He ate at my lips, growling, and I gasped in delight. This was a side of Max I had yet to see.
He pulled at my tee, slipping it over my head, leaving me in a white cotton bra. I scraped my nails at the bottom of his black tee and he pulled it off one-handed. With his lips on mine, I worked at the rest of his clothing in a daze. Somehow, I managed to pull his sweats down his hips. He must’ve already removed his shoes, but I don’t remember him doing it. Max reached down to unbutton my jeans, but I beat him to it.
He walked me backwards to my room, pushing me back onto the soft, clean covers of my bed. As I lay there, breathing heavily, he slid my jeans down my legs. Then it was just us, nothing in between.
With white cotton panties to match my white cotton bra, I leaned up on my elbows to find Max staring down at my body, palming himself through his silver silky boxers. I moaned out loud as my pussy convulsed. Hard. Unintentionally, my body jerked and I cupped myself to stop a premature orgasm.
A choked noise escaped Max. I peeked through one eye to look at him. Gripping himself tight through the thin material, he closed his eyes and muttered a tormented, “Not again.”
No, no, no. This session was going to last, by thunder!
Reaching up to the front of my bra, I unhooked myself and held the two cups firmly in my grasp. “Max.” He opened his eyes as I let the bra fall down my arms, freeing my breasts.
He took a step forward, pulled me up, and then lifted me up, into him. I wrapped my legs around his hips and wound my arms around his neck. He turned and sat on my bed, leaving me in his lap. The moment I loosened my hold on him, he lowered his mouth and captured one taut bud between his lips, sucking while groaning. I gasped and raked my hands through his hair, tangling my fingers through it. I hadn’t even noticed myself rubbing against him ‘til he swapped sides, showering the other nipple with much needed affection.
I was soaked. As in, soaked. My panties were officially a write-off. He gently bit my nipple then laved it with his tongue, knowing the perfect amount of pain to inflict to make it feel good. I was beginning to feel spoiled. With his arms around me, he pulled me deeper into his mouth as he sucked and bit and licked me. The pressure was starting to build. I didn’t want it to end so quickly. Leaning back slightly, I cupped his cheeks, bringing his face back to mine for a deep, tender kisses, and he took them like a starving man needing those kisses to survive.
My cheeks flushed pink and my body burning up, I needed more.
Sliding off his lap, I stood in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the elastic of my panties. He got the hint. He got it real quick. His fingers gripped the hem of the small panties and tugged them down my legs.
I was naked. And I loved it. I felt powerful. And that was rare. The way Max looked at me made me feel sexy. The man had no poker face. He liked what he saw. His twitching erection also liked what it saw. It was his turn to stand and he stood tall. His olive skin looked good enough to lick, so I did.
Leaning forward, my lips hovered at his nipple a split second before I placed my lips around it, biting it gently. His stomach jerked and a low growl sounded in his throat. I wanted to show him what he had done for me. Clearly, I had.