His tongue dragged up my thigh, just passing by my sex, and coming to a stop on my inner hip, where he kissed it and looked up at me.
A few quick, teasing licks of my clit. My hips rocked upward, reacting to his tongue. With one hand on each of my thighs, he spread my legs wider.
I thought he was about to make me come with his mouth, but he moved. He knelt between my legs and swiftly pulled his shirt off.
He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and let his pants fall to his knees, then pushed his underwear down.
I watched his fully erect cock spring free of the constraint of his boxer briefs, and his hand was immediately wrapped around his shaft.
He stroked himself, from base to tip, letting his thumb glide over the swell of the head, picking up the little bubble of moisture that had gathered there. He spread the silky precome around the head of his cock, and I could see it glistening from the lamplight.
Even after countless times being with Max, I still marveled at the sight of him naked — the way his muscles flexed and rippled under his taut skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Liv, and it’s been a while since I’ve fucked you like I should.”
His voice was deep and like a breathy rumble, and the way he matter-of-factly announced what he was going to do to me almost made me beg for it.
But I didn’t have to.
I felt the weight of his cock resting just above my sex as he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. His erection seemed to be radiating heat as it lay against my clit.
One slight shift, and the head of his cock penetrated me. Then another push, and he was inside.
“You’re so wet,” he said, tilting his hips left, then right, settling himself deep inside me.
He was going slow now. With each thrust in, he did that squeezing thing, making his thick erection swell even more.
I wanted this badly, and he was deliberately drawing it out to a tease. I tried to shift my weight and roll him over so I could ride him.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half-grin as he grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly on my back.
“Trying to get on offense?”
“Yes. I need it,” I said.
He shook his head, adding a frown for effect. “Sorry, but you’re on defense from now on. No more offense for you.”
Max was tonguing my nipples again and doing that light biting thing that always drove me wild.
“You don’t think I can get on offense?” I said.
Without moving his head, he shifted his gaze to meet my eyes. “No.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” he said, and thrust his cock harder into me. “Really.”
God, he was tempting me. Testing me.
I locked a leg around his and tried to flip over once more.
“No dice,” he said, his hips now moving in a rolling motion — side to side and back and forth — as he fucked me harder.
His eyes bore a hole through mine. The intense, possessive, controlling stare only made me want to ride him more.
I tried again.
“You want this,” he said.
“I want to be on offense.”
My breath hitched as his cock penetrated me all the way to the hilt. I was wet and warm, but I could feel how hot his cock was, like steel sheathed in satin against my aching core.
“Fine,” he said, “but I’m still calling the plays.”
And he flipped us over, his erection staying inside me.
He raised his knees slightly.
“Lock your legs with mine,” he breathed.
I did just as he said.
I was bent over slightly and in his gravelly, low voice he told me to sit straight up. “I want to watch as much as I can while you ride it.”
I sat up as he told me to and he placed his hands on my thighs.
Once again I felt impaled on his length.
I started to slide up along his cock by pushing up with my legs.
With his hands on my legs, though, he stopped me.
I looked down at his stone cold expression.
He said, “You’ll get to do it your way in a minute. But now you do it how I want it.”
Fuck. He was teasing me again, and testing me. And I loved every second of it.
“Roll your hips like I was,” he said.
I moved them in a gyrating motion, and felt his cock burying deeper as I did so. Around and around in a circular motion, then switching direction.
I put my hands on his firm stomach to steady myself. I threw my head back.
Then I felt his thumb on my clit, moving in its own circular motion.
I wasn’t going to last long, and as it became obvious — through my breathing and the way my hip movements were starting to jerk — Max’s thumb retreated.
I had been on the verge of coming, and he had stopped it.
“Not cool,” I said.
His eyebrows rose and fell quickly. “This is how I want you to come.”
“This isn’t exactly offense,” I said.
“You need to come.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, Liv. Beg me.”
“I want to come so bad. Please.” I don’t think I’d ever begged for anything this much in my life, and it left me feeling totally at his mercy, which only made me want it more.
“How do you want to come?” he asked. “You want to ride it? Bounce on it?”
“Yes, yes…”
His hands had been on my thighs again, preventing me from moving up and down, allowing only that gyration movement.
But then he lifted his hands, freeing me.
I almost didn’t wait, but it was only a second before he said, “Do it, Olivia. Come all over my cock.”
I slid up his cock, then back down fast, bumping against him…and then I couldn’t stop.
Max was kneading my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling on them.
His hips bucked me up and down harder and I felt the head of his penis strike me deeper than ever before as I clenched around his shaft.
I exhaled heavily, not even having realized I had been holding my breath. All of my concentration was on our movements and the way he was fucking me from underneath.
“I can’t get enough of you, Liv.”
“I can’t get enough of your cock. Fuck me, fuck me…” I blurted.
Max’s upward thrusts grew stronger as I moved my hips up and down, riding him as fast as my body could take it.
“Come on my cock,” he repeated, and it was all the urging I needed.
I cried out a yelp, took in a deep breath, and started to come just as I felt his silken release inside me.
SIXTEEN
Max’s agent, Lyle, called one afternoon when I was shopping in Beverly Hills.