Max leaned toward me, his lips against my ear. “Maybe I’ll whip something else out and fuck you right here.”
He pulled away, keeping eye contact with me, and taking another sip of his drink.
I took a few steps toward the middle of the room. “How about right here?”
Max’s hand went to his belt buckle. “If you say so…”
I burst out laughing. A little too loud, it turns out, because I attracted the attention of a few people around us. Luckily it was no one famous. I stepped toward Max and threw my arms around his neck. “Will you please take me back to our room and fuck me?”
EIGHT
“I thought you said elevator sex was cliché.”
“This isn’t sex,” Max said. “And I can’t resist you, so cliché or not, we’re going to do this.”
I had my back against the wall of the hotel’s elevator car. Max had both hands against the wall, over my shoulders, caging me.
“Touch me,” he said.
My palm glided down the front of his shirt. I felt his hard chest and stomach beneath my hand.
My heart started beating faster as my hand reached his belt buckle. It was still fastened and I wondered if I should undo it, but as I explored a little farther, I realized that he had simply unzipped.
His erection was pointing upward a little, as if waiting to greet me.
I felt the soft, fleshy head of it. First with my palm. Then I closed a few fingertips around it. The tip was wet. Max was extremely turned on.
He was sucking on one of my nipples as I touched him and he said, “That feels amazing,” through a breathy sigh. “ What are you thinking?” he asked.
I had to remember to breathe. I kept holding my breath, not even aware of it. I took in some air and said, “I can’t believe what I’m doing.”
“Holding a big cock in your hand?”
“More than that,” I said.
“Standing here with your tits out, getting your nipples sucked?”
His hot talk was turning me on. Hearing him describe what we were doing in such a blunt way got me even more excited. I said, “You’re so hard.”
“Because of you.”
He kissed me fully, our hot and wet mouths meeting, our tongues sliding along each other’s with incredible passion.
I took him into my hand, trying to wrap my fingers around his hard-on as much as I could. He was long and thick. I stroked him from the base, up the length of his shaft, to the tip, then back down again. He was as hard as I could imagine a guy getting. The skin was warm and soft, almost velvety, especially around the tip.
A drop of semen gathered at the tip and it got on my hand, serving as a lubricant as I stroked him.
“We should leave,” I said, as reality and logic suddenly snapped me out of the haze I’d been in for the last several minutes.
“No,” he said. “Not yet.”
“What?” I was baffled at the risk he was willing to take. “They’re going to find us here. Someone is.”
“That makes it better, doesn’t it? Besides, I haven’t felt all of you yet.”
“Max, I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” he said. “You’re also wet.”
I was. I could feel it. I was wet and hot and my inner thighs were almost tingling.
He started kissing my neck, one of my weaknesses. I was very aroused and it was made more vivid by the risk we were taking and by the fear of getting caught in the elevator.
I felt Max’s cock getting harder as I stroked him faster. I felt it pulsating in my hand. I felt it pumping. Then I felt his hot come on my thigh, running down my leg.
When he started to spurt he pulled his hand out of my underwear and put it on the wall, so both hands were on either side of my head. He leaned on the wall as he had his orgasm. He moved his hips back and forth, as though he were fucking my hand, and then I felt his semen spurting out and then more, and more.
“Fuck,” he said through a heavy breath.
I was totally embarrassed. Which is what I knew he wanted. When he finally did finish, he moved back a little, put his cock back into his pants and zipped up.
“That was incredible,” he said. “I think there’s some on your dress.”
Oh no. Stupidly, or perhaps just because of the circumstances, I hadn’t even thought of that. “I need to see it in the light,” I said, frantically situating my dress back over my breasts. As I straightened the lower part of my dress, I felt it for sure. Splashes of his semen on my dress, rivulets of it succumbing to gravity and making its way down to my legs.
Max took his pocket-square out of his jacket and wiped it up as best he could.
“When we get to the room, I’m afraid you’ll have to take this dress off so we can let this spot soak.”
I smiled. “How convenient.”
“This could get complicated,” Max said, sliding the card into the lock when we got to his hotel room.
“How so?”
He took a deep breath. “Complicated in the sense of…” His voice trailed off. “Well, let me put it this way. Can you stop?”
“Stop what?”
“Stop what we’re doing,” he said. “If I told you in the next ten seconds that we would never again do what we’ve been doing, the way we’ve been doing it, would you be okay with that?”
I had to think about it for a minute.
The silence prompted him to speak. “I think the answer is no.”
I said, “What makes you say that?”
“The pause.”
“That pause could have been me figuring out a way to tell you I do want to stop,” I said.
Max laughed. “I don’t think so, honey.”
There was a cockiness in his tone. Normally I’d be the first to roll my eyes and dismiss a guy who was so sure of himself. But Max was different in so many ways.
He continued, “I think you’d start it up on your own if I stopped.”
Dammit. He was probably right. I didn’t want to admit it, though.
He said, “Can you go back to life before me?”
“I can live without it,” I said, taunting him.
This time it was Max who paused before saying, “I’m sure you could live without me. But the question is: Would you want to?”
That was indeed the question, and the answer was no.
When I told him, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.
Max said: “All afternoon I’ve been thinking about how I couldn’t wait to get you naked and make you come all over my cock.”