Max gently moved me back on the bed and pulled the t-shirt over my head. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor. His mouth dove for my pussy and his tongue was vigorously fluttering my folds. Then I felt his mouth seal around my clit as he sucked the tight little bud between his lips.
“Tell me what you want, Liv.”
God, there it was again. That name.
“I want to come with you deep inside me.” I managed to get the words out through my uneven breaths.
He kept his mouth where it was. Teasing. Torturing. And I knew he wanted me to beg.
“Do it, Max. I need you in me.”
He moved swiftly on top of me, and was effortlessly inside me in the flash of a second. His rigid length stroked along my slick flesh. He pushed deeper and I arched my back in response.
“Yes!” The word just flew out of me.
“Fuck, Liv, you’re so perfect. So tight. So warm. I want to be here forever.”
“M-me…too….don’t stop…ever….”
Max got into a long, even, hard rhythm, moving in and out of me—almost all the way to the tip of his cock, then back in to the hilt.
“Are you mine?” he breathed into my ear.
“Yours. Yes, I’m yours.”
Max sat up between my legs. He remained inside me as he grabbed the t-shirt that was lying next to my head. Many times before, while we had sex, he would hold my arms above my head with just one of his large hands wrapped around my wrists. This time he was going to do it differently.
“Do you trust me, Olivia?”
A spark of adrenaline flashed in my chest and I started moving my hips in little gyrating motions, massaging his cock with my pussy.
“Yes.”
Max wrapped the t-shirt around my wrists, then tied the ends through the iron posts of the headboard. I was restrained now, and he was totally free.
He reached for one of the extra pillows and held it as he turned me over onto my stomach. The t-shirt tightened as I rolled and it twisted a little, but there was no pain from it.
Max lifted my hips with his hand and slid the pillow beneath me. It raised my ass up, giving him better access to me. He spread my legs, making me even more open and vulnerable. All his….
I felt his hot breath on my neck as he lowered again, his arms on either side of me holding him up, his cock rubbing against my ass.
Oh, God…was this it? My first anal? I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. I’d never wanted it before, but now, with Max, I wanted everything.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not going to do that.”
Jesus, what was it with him always practically reading my mind? Or was I just that easy to read?
“It’s okay,” I said.
“No, we’ll have to work up to it. And I can’t wait right now.”
The head of his cock pushed between my wet folds again, and Max was sliding into me in one long stroke.
“I want you, Liv. And I’m going to have all of you, every way, eventually.”
“Yes, yes…”
I thought he would just do it. I was in position, and while I probably really wasn’t ready physically, my mind was already in a place that would give up anything for Max. Anything to please him, to fulfill all of his needs as he did mine.
I felt his thumb press against me and then ever so slowly he worked it into my ass.
My head dropped and my face was buried in the pillow. Like he’d done other times we were having sex, Max pulled the pillow away and said, “I want to hear you.”
I was breathing heavily and he was causing little whimpers to escape from my mouth, as he worked his thumb in farther.
The pressure was intense, a great feeling of being filled. His cock stroked along my inner walls and having his thumb there maximized the sensation.
I was hopeless to hold off. I just couldn’t stop myself. I felt the spasms in my abdomen. They came quickly and fiercely, and so did I.
And I felt the warm slickness of Max’s semen pumping into me.
“God, Liv…you drive me crazy in every way…"
NINE
My parents arrived the next afternoon with Grace and the baby, my newest niece. The older one stayed at home with my brother-in-law because she had come down with a cold at the last minute. Grace almost didn’t come because of that, but felt okay about it when her mother-in-law came to stay at their house for a few days.
They drove from Ohio so they were all tired by the time they got to their hotel. It was only ten minutes from my apartment and I headed over there when Grace called to say Dad was getting them checked into the rooms.
We sat around for a while and the focus was mostly on the baby, of course. I couldn’t believe how different she looked after having not seen her for just a few months.
Dad was sitting in a chair and nodding off, but snapped awake when the subject of food came up.
We decided to keep it simple and cheap, and just went to a chain restaurant.
“People drive like crazy around here,” Dad said.
Mom agreed and said it was probably the drugs.
“They have drugs in Ohio, you know,” I said.
Dad shot me a look like I was still a kid and should be quiet instead of pointing out a simple fact that didn’t fall in line with my parents’ predetermined opinion.
“We’re only here for a few days,” Grace said. “Can we not argue?” Ever the diplomat, but I knew she agreed with them. She’d followed their path in life and thought like they did, but we still had that sisterly bond that no one could break and if she had any plans to give me grief about leaving Ohio, she’d wait until we were alone.
After dinner we drove around LA for a little while. Grace wanted to see more of the city, and I think my mom did as well, though she reluctantly took Grace’s side when my dad said it was dark and we wouldn’t be able to see anything.
“Dad, this whole city is lights,” Grace said.
Dad came up with another reason not to ride around. “Well, it’s getting kind of late.”
“It’s 7:40,” Mom said. “With the time difference, it’s not even five o’clock to us.”
Dad sighed. “All right, but we’re keeping the windows up and the doors locked.”
Grace and I looked at each other in the backseat and rolled our eyes.
Later, back at the hotel, we were all in my parents’ room. Grace and the baby were staying in an adjacent room, and the two were linked by a door.
This is when Dad started his pitch in earnest, telling me I should really think about coming home, there was plenty to do there in the way of work, that’s where my friends were, etc. And, just for added guilt, he said, “What would you do if something happened to one of us?”