Dare to Succeed (The Dare 2)

Max leaned back against the table, arms crossed, eyes glued to Alicia’s hips and the way her flair skirt tapped against her thighs. She had to come back this morning to finish up the stained glass piece. Monroe and Caldwell were due here momentarily, but had informed him of their conversation with Alicia once he left for work yesterday. His cock hardened beneath his uniform pants as he thought about her submissive personality and how protective he felt over her.

“That should do it,” she said. Her sweet, calm voice had a way of soothing over the tense feelings he had trying to hold back and take things slow.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, or bend her gently over the wine-tasting table and explore under her skirt.

She glanced at him and her expression changed. She looked concerned, aroused…sexy.

She swallowed hard and lowered her eyes.

“Alicia,” he said her name, not realizing until the words left his lips how demanding, firm, and deep his tone was. She jerked her head upward.

He didn’t uncross his arms.

“Come here.”

He absorbed the way she worried her bottom lip and slowly walked closer. He intimidated her and even that turned him on.

The moment she was within reach, and once his eyes explored her sexy figure and abundant breasts peeking out from the sleeveless cream blouse she wore, he couldn’t resist.

He snagged her around the waist, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply.

When he felt her palms against his chest rubbing up and down his pectoral muscles and making his cock throb for release he wanted to exhale in relief, but he was too turned on, too aroused and needy for a bit more of Alicia. He ran his hands under her skirt and against her bare thigh, bringing it higher against his thigh.

She moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss as he used his palm to explore the crack of her ass. He slid fingers underneath the thin material of what had to be thong panties and maneuvered a finger to her cunt.

“Oh,” she gasped, pulling her mouth from his only for him to press deeper and stroke upward. His grip around her waist was snug and his expression heated and intense as he held her shocked gaze.

“You’re wet and hot, Alicia. That’s real sexy.”

“Oh God, Max, please. Oh.” She moaned and tilted her head back.

He licked her neck, nibbled on a sensitive spot that had her pussy leaking cream.

“Fuck, baby, I need more of you.”

He pulled back, pulled fingers from her cunt, and maneuvered her to his liking.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the corner of her mouth as he spoke softly to her. He was on fire. He was so damn needy to taste her.

“This wine-tasting table is no longer just for tasting wine.”

He lifted her up by her hips and slowly lowered her back to the table, being careful that she didn’t bang her head on the hard wood. He kissed her lips and ran his hands up her thighs, spreading them as he pushed his body between them.

Alicia moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

“I want to taste you. You’ll let me,” he asked but it came out as a demand and he held his breath, waiting to see if he fucked up and scared her. She nodded her head, shocking him as she ran her delicate fingers through his hair.

He couldn’t help but smile as he eased back, taking the thin material of her panties downward and then dropping them to the floor.

He pressed her skirt upward and his eyes locked onto her glistening cunt.

“You wet for me, Alicia?” he asked her and her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink. He lowered his mouth closer as he chuckled and she squirmed from his warm breath colliding against her pussy lips.

“Please, Max, don’t tease me. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

He stroked a finger along her pussy lips then held her gaze.

“I’m a demanding man, Alicia. There’s things I want and expect from you. The longer I wait to claim this body the more intense my needs become.”