His answer came out almost just as a breath: “Never in a movie theater.”
I’d been a little worried about not being enough for Max, considering he was a little older and certainly had more experience than me. The thought that I was able to be a first for him at anything was thrilling.
I took him in my mouth again.
“No hands,” he said.
The commanding tone in his voice would have been enough to get me wet if I hadn’t already been so turned on. But this was all about Max right now.
I put both hands on his thighs. His cock was standing free, my mouth sealed around the head. I could taste the first droplet of pre-cum.
Max started moving his hips, stroking himself across my lips and tongue. I loved that I could make him move that way. His cock grew thicker, swelling in response to the sensation of fucking my mouth.
I concentrated on his pleasure—swirling my tongue across the head of his cock as he thrust into my mouth, tightening my lips around him.
I heard Max’s breathing get heavy and deep. I looked up and saw him staring intently at my face.
“Olivia…”
I moved my head with more intensity, his cock slipping across my tongue. I was driven to pull every drop of bliss from him.
Max’s hand was again on the side of my head. His fingers combed deep into my hair.
“I’m close to coming.”
I wanted it. Badly. Wanted to feel, taste, and swallow, as though it was another way of experiencing his power.
Max stopped thrusting. I felt his cock twitch and begin to pulsate. Then a thick stream of semen, and another.
“Ah, God….”
I looked at his face, but his head was thrown back against the headrest.
He kept coming, as though he hadn’t in a while and the release would never end.
The way his body reacted to me, the words and noises he spoke, his every response to the way I made him come was the most pleasing thing I could have had that night.
I cleaned him with my tongue, and when I was finished I tucked him back into his pants. He was still semi-hard.
“Don’t put it away,” he said. “We’re not done yet.”
“Oh yes we are.”
He looked at me quizzically. “I want to make you come, Olivia.”
I shook my head with a little smile on my face as I zipped up his pants. “I know you do, but I’m not going to let you. I told you this is payback for that little number you did on me in your office.”
“You didn’t have to pay me back, as you put it.”
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” I stood. “Now, come on. Let’s go upstairs.”
I loved the fact that he wanted to get me off. But what I loved more was the knowledge that I could give to him while at the same time taking what I wanted. Besides, I knew the next time we had sex he’d probably blow my mind.
Max rose to his feet and pressed his mouth to mine. It was the first time a guy had kissed me after getting a blowjob. In my experience—which wasn’t all that much, admittedly—guys wouldn’t go anywhere near a girl’s mouth after they came in it. But Max was different. So very different.
I had to break away from the kiss because it carried the great risk of getting me all worked up and then I’d fall prey to his seduction. And I really did want this to be all about him.
“Let’s go.” I ran across the theater floor, like a little kid again, and made my way up the steps.
Max was right behind me, saying, “You amaze me, you know that?”
Later, as I got into his bed, I began to worry about the incident with Chris.
Max and I were lying on our sides, facing each other.
“What if he sues you?” I asked.
“He won’t.”
“How do you know? You’re worth…what, millions? Why wouldn’t he?”
Max ran a finger along my cheek. “Everything would come out. He won’t take that risk.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Relax. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“If that’s true,” I said, “then why did you insist that I stay here with you?”
“It was spur of the moment, with everything that happened. But now it’s convenient because tomorrow we’re going to do something I know you’ve never done.”
“What’s that?”
The possibilities were endless with Max Dalton. It would have been a waste of time and energy to even begin to guess what he had in mind.
“I’m taking you somewhere for the weekend,” he said. “We’ll stop by your place in the morning and pick up whatever you need.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises,” I said. “I mean, I hate the suspense.”
“Remember the last time I told you I had a surprise?”
Remember? How could I forget? He’d whisked me away and I had the best sex of my life that night.
“Refresh my memory,” I said, faking a frown.
Max just smiled. “Very funny.”
He fell asleep before I did. I had my back to him and he held me tightly. I listened to his deep, even breathing. I was exhausted, but I wanted to stay awake and crystallize this feeling forever in my mind.
It felt good. It felt right.
At least for a little while….