by Max Monroe
“Fuck,” he moans against me. “I knew you’d taste good, but I didn’t know you’d taste this fucking good.”
As his hands move over my thighs and my belly and up to my breasts and his mouth and tongue feast on me, it’s like my body has temporary paralysis, the fast, intense pleasure of it all too much for my mind to process.
But it doesn’t take long before the preemptive waves of my climax hit me like a freight train, those first swells drifting up my spine and waking every nerve ending inside my body.
It is pleasure and ecstasy and heaven on earth all rolled up into one delicious orgasm.
The damn thing forces my eyes to roll toward the back of my head, and uncontrollable moans and pants and insane noises escape my lungs.
Holy shit. That was… That was… incredible.
Andrew crawls up my body, his mouth pressing soft kisses against my thighs and my belly and my breasts, and he doesn’t stop until he is hovering over me, his lips mere inches from my mouth.
When I feel the tip of his cock jerk against me, I whimper.
Good God, I want to know what he feels like inside me.
Without hesitation, I pull his mouth to mine and kiss the hell out of him, tasting myself on his tongue and swallowing his moans into my throat.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, and he stops our kiss to press his forehead against mine.
“Birdie, you have no fucking idea how much I want that too, but…” He pauses, and I search his eyes in confusion.
“But what?”
A strangled sigh leaves his throat. “I don’t have a condom.”
The irony of it spurs a giggle to jump out of my throat.
“Mind letting me know why that’s so funny to you?” he asks, a confused smile cresting up the corners of his lips.
“Because you, of all people, do not have a condom right now.”
“Well, sweetheart, I didn’t come up here to fuck you. I came up here to run lines with you.”
“And eat my pussy too, apparently,” I tease, and he laughs.
“That’s cute, sweetheart,” he says and makes a show of taking his still-hard cock and sliding it through my wetness. I moan.
“I guess it’s a good thing I have condoms here.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You do?”
“Uh-huh.” Frankly, if it weren’t for Samantha being a total smartass about my lack of sex, I wouldn’t have them. But the fact that she decided to be a sarcastic biotch and add a gift basket of lube and condoms and a freaking vibrator when she packed my suitcases has certainly come in handy right now.
I slide out from under him and stride into the big bathroom that sits off the bedroom.
When I come back out with a condom packet in my hand, Andrew grins at me from his new spot on the bed—still gloriously naked with his back resting against the headboard and his arms behind his head.
I have no idea why I feel so at ease with him in this moment, but I do. I feel like I could tell him all my wildest fantasies, and he wouldn’t falter. Instead, he’d work to make them all come true.
I don’t waste any time crawling my body on top of his until I’m straddling his thighs with my legs, his thick arousal already pressed against the spot where an aching throb has started to take root.
I rip the condom packet open with my teeth, and he smirks.
“Fuck.” He bites his lip and watches me with hooded eyes. “That’s sexy.”
“I know, right?” I retort and make a show of leaning back and slowly sliding the condom down his length.
When he starts to reach out to touch my hips, I shake my head and slap his hands away. “Ah-ah-ah, no touching, sir.”
He smirks. “No touching?”
“Nope. No touching for you. Only me.”
That smirk turns devilish. “Is that right?”
“Oh yes, that’s right,” I say and wrap my hand around his sheathed cock. Moving up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, I stare at him as, ever so slightly, his mouth falls open.
“Does that feel good?”
He nods, and immediately, I stop.
Andrew frowns and I giggle. “You remember all those times you teased me mercilessly?” I ask. “All those times you said shit to me just to get a rise out of me? Well, consider this a delicious form of payback.”
He lets out a frustrated yet turned-on, raspy groan. “I thought my broken nose was payback enough.”
“Not quite.” I shake my head on a little smirk. “Now, close your eyes.”
He stares at me.
“Andrew, close your eyes,” I repeat, and this time, he actually listens.
“Fuck, I have no idea what you’re about to do, but I hope you keep in mind that I just made you come on my tongue.”
“Oh, trust me,” I say and move my body down his, my lips pressing soft kisses over his rippled abs and prominent V, and I don’t stop until I grip his arousal in my hand and my mouth hovers around the tip. “I remember. Hell, I’m already getting wet again just thinking about it.”
“I knew you’d be wild.” His cock jerks in my hand in response. “I fucking knew it.”
“You like wild, Andrew?” I ask, and he groans.
“I like you.”
His words spur a shiver up my spine, and I wrap my lips around the tip of his sheathed cock and suck on him for a good thirty seconds before I pull away.
“You still like me, Andrew?”
“Fucking hell, Birdie, you’re my favorite now.”
I grin at that and proceed to lick my tongue along the length of him.
Goddamn, playing with a naked Andrew just might be the most fun I’ve ever had.
I take my teasing time, alternating licking and sucking until his cock turns rigid and the muscles of his abdomen tighten.
And then, I climb back up his body, kneel above his hips, take his arousal in my hand, and push him inside me in one swift, deep, delicious movement until his cock is pressed to the hilt.
Andrew opens his eyes, and the heat and desire and passion I find within their gray-blue depths is enough to make me moan.
I move up and down his length, selfishly taking my own pleasure, and he watches with rapt attention. His tongue sneaks out to lick his lips as his gaze moves between my eyes and my mouth and my bare breasts and the spot where we’re so intimately connected.
“This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” he says through a panting breath. “But, fuck, I want to touch you, Birdie.”
I reach down and grip his hands in mine and lift them until his palms are pressed against my breasts. “So, touch me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice.
He does more than just touch me. He takes complete control, wrapping his arms around my waist and flipping us over so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over my body, his cock still pressed deep inside me.
His lips caressing my ear, he whispers, “I’m not going to stop fucking you until I feel that perfect pussy of yours come hard around my cock.”
I moan, and he thrusts in and out of me in steady, deep movements until my thighs begin to shake and my fingers claw at the skin of his back and my lips and tongue steal erratic, desperate kisses from his mouth.
And let me tell you, he keeps his word.
I come hard. From my head all the way to the tips of my toes, my climax consumes my entire body. And it doesn’t take long before Andrew follows, finishing himself inside me through deep, sexy, raspy groans.
Holy bad decisions.
I just had sex with the one man I wasn’t supposed to have sex with.
Yeah, and you’d be lying if you tried to act like you regretted even a single second of it.
Andrew
If God is an artist, then this woman is his masterpiece.
Birdie is still asleep beside me, her naked form peeking out from beneath the sheets.
The clock has barely struck five in the morning, and the sun is still resting well below the horizon. We nee
d to be back on set by seven, and I should probably make my way down to the hotel gym, fit in a quick workout, and then head back to my room for a shower, but I’m enjoying this view far too much.
I gaze upon her naked form, taking in every inch of visible skin that’s resting above the sheets. One long leg, the curve of her hip, her slender arm, and her breasts that rise and fall with each soft, steady breath. My eyes are drawn to the golden river that gently caresses its way down her back and fans out across her pillow.
The first moment I met Birdie, she outright loathed me. My normally charming ways nothing more than a deterrent for her. Which only made me want to step up to the challenge that was her.
And I’ve spent the past several weeks savoring the thrill of the chase. But that chase has moved in mysterious ways, ways I couldn’t have ever predicted.
Last night, all my Birdie Harris fantasies came to fruition, and truthfully, I’m almost disappointed how lackluster they were compared to the real thing.
This woman is a goddess.
A playful mix of teasing and seductive. Once she lets go, once she’s in the moment and chasing her pleasure, she is a force to be reckoned with.
I smirk to myself. Yeah, I knew she’d be wild.
You can’t have that much attitude and sass stuffed into a pint-sized frame and not be capable of hot, addictive, wild sex.
And truth be told, I’m not even close to being finished with her yet.
When she begins to stir in her sleep and her eyes blink open, I brace myself for the unknown.
Is she going to freak out?
Is she going to be pissed?
Will Birdie turn angry over the fact that we engaged in some of the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced in my life?
For the briefest of seconds, I hold my breath, silently hoping she’ll simply wake up reenergized and ready to sneak in another quick round of delicious sex before we have to leave for set.
When sleepy brown eyes find their way to mine, a soft groan slips from her lungs.
“What time is it?”
“A little after five.”
She groans again. “It’s so early.”
“Yeah.” I grin down at her and reach out to slide a piece of her blond hair from her cheek. “But we need to be back on set in less than two hours.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Which means we probably could’ve slept another hour, Andy.”
Andy. Fucking hell. I’m finding when she’s grumpy or pissed at me or just wants to bust my balls a bit, Andy is her nickname of choice.
“Do you always get up this early on shooting days?” she asks, and a yawn escapes her lips.
“It’s the only way I can fit in a workout.”
Her nose crinkles up, and her pretty face turns outright cranky. “That’s horrible. You need to stop torturing yourself like that.”
I laugh at that and turn onto my back to look up at the ceiling.
“So…” Her voice is still soft and sleepy but loud enough in the quiet of her hotel bedroom to snag my attention. “We had sex last night.”
I glance over at her. “We sure did, sweetheart.”
Silence spreads between us, and I search her eyes, trying to figure out what she’s thinking and feeling. Trying to determine if she regrets last night.
“You know,” she whispers, and I tilt my head to the side, surprised by the otherwise neutral tone of her voice. “It had been a while for me,” she updates on something I’ve already heard before.
“Over a year,” I confirm, and her eyes narrow in confusion.
“How…?”
“You might’ve mentioned it when you were on your cosmic brownie trip.”
“Jesus,” she mutters, stares up at the ceiling, and a sigh escapes her lips. “I had a feeling I said all kinds of crazy shit to you that night.” Birdie sits up on the bed, the sheets falling gloriously off her breasts and firm belly, and redirects her gaze to mine. “What else did I say that night?”
“Sweetheart, a gentleman never kisses and tells.”
“What?” Her eyes go wide, and she slaps a palm down on my chest. “I freaking kissed you that night?”
“Ow, shit,” I mutter through a laugh. “What is it with you and slapping me?”
“A lady never slaps and tells.” She smirks like the devil, and I reach out to tickle my hand against her rib cage. “Ah! Stop that!” She squeals and jolts away from my touch. “It’s too early for that shit, Andy!”
“Kind of like how it’s too early for you to start slapping the shit out of me?” I attempt to tickle her some more, but she dodges away from my hands like she’s fucking Neo from the Matrix.
“Okay! Okay!” She waves the white flag. “I give up! Stop flipping tickling me, you lunatic!”
“Fine.” I chuckle and make a show of putting my hands on my stomach. “And you didn’t kiss me that night.”
“You lying bastard!” Birdie slaps me again and sighs a frustrated breath, brushing her hair away from her face with her hands. “And now, I’m demanding you tell me what else I actually did and said when I got accidentally high off a freaking brownie.”
“You really want to go down this conversational path?”
“Yes.” She nods and steers a pointed look in my direction. “And you’re going to tell me.”
“Well…” I pause, unsure if I should really give her all the dirty details of how she’d tried to get me into bed with her. Taking into consideration that she’s only slapped me once, I’d say this morning is going pretty fucking well. Frankly, I’d prefer for us to continue heading down the good-morning path with another round of fantastic sex.
“Andy, spit it out already.”
“You were mostly just rambling about Taco Bell, and you begged me to put a frozen pizza in the oven. A pizza you fell asleep before eating, mind you.”
“This is shit you already told me.” She quirks a knowing brow. “When did the whole ‘I haven’t had sex in over a year’ thing come up? Surely, it wasn’t between tacos and pizza…”
“That came up after you decided to take off all your clothes in my hallway.”
Her eyes go wide, and her cheeks flush pink.
“See, that look is exactly why I don’t think we should rehash it all,” I mutter.
For whatever reason, seeing her embarrassed makes me uncomfortable.
Seeing her pissed and angry at me? Yeah, I dig that fire of hers.
But shame? Humiliation? I’m not a fan.
“It’s fine, Andrew,” she responds. “I think anyone would be a bit embarrassed if they were in my shoes.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not a fan of seeing you feel that way.”
She searches my eyes for a long moment, my words spurring questions I can discern in her mind. But quickly, she schools her face and taps my abdomen with a persistent index finger. “Tell me the rest.”
I blow out a breath. “You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
“After you got naked, you made yourself comfortable in my bed and started talking a whole lot about sex. How my bed was making you think about sex. And then, you tried your hand at convincing me to join you in bed.”
“Holy shit. I propositioned you?” she asks, and I’m shocked to see a slightly tickled smile slide across her pretty lips.
“And you’re amused by this?”
She shrugs, and a giggle pops from her mouth. “I mean, I put the Andrew Watson in a situation where he had to deal with a naked woman propositioning him for sex, and he couldn’t do anything about it besides make a fucking frozen pizza.” More giggles follow her words. “It’s absurd.”
“I’m so glad you’re finding my misery this hilarious.” I smirk and run a hand through my hair.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I appreciate that you didn’t take me up on it.”
“I might be an asshole sometimes, Birdie, but I’ll never take advantage of someone’s vulnerability.”
Especially h
ers. If anything, you go all caveman and want to shield her away from the rest of the world when she’s helpless and exposed…
“But I’m glad you didn’t hold back last night,” she adds, and a sexy little smile appears on her lips.
“Me too,” I respond without hesitation. “But where does that leave us now?”
“I’m not entirely sure.” She shrugs, staring down at the sheets and picking at the fabric with her fingers.
Quiet spreads between us again, and I search her face for answers.
Was last night just a one-off thing? God, I hope not. No way I’ve gotten my fill of her yet. Pretty sure we need to repeat what we did about a thousand more times before I’ll even come close to being satisfied.
“You think maybe we should give it another go? Just to see if it’s still that fucking good between us?” I question, a devilish smirk forming at the corners of my mouth.
Her eyes jump to mine, and I shrug.
“It’s just an idea,” I add, and she giggles.
“Uh-huh. Sure, it is.”
“But no pressure, sweetheart,” I continue and sit up and slide off the bed. “While you’re thinking about it, I’m going to hop in the shower real quick. Maybe you order us some breakfast? Or, you know, join me in the shower…whichever suits you most.”
The ball officially in her court, I stride into the bathroom and waste no time turning on the water and stepping inside.
The water warms up in record time, and I grab the complimentary hotel shampoo and begin to scrub the suds into my hair. But by the time I’m rinsing the soap out of my hair, the shower door slides open, and I peek out of one eye to find a naked Birdie stepping inside.
To my utter surprise, she kneels down before me and takes my already hard cock into her mouth. One suck, two sucks…by the time she hits a mind-blowing rhythm, she stops and stares up at me from beneath hooded eyes.
“You have exactly fifteen minutes to rock my world again, and then I have to get ready for work.”
I chuckle at that. “Damn, you’re bossy little minx.”
“Uh-huh.” She nods and licks my hard length with her tongue. “Now, deal with it, Andy.” She holds up a condom wrapper toward me, the tip of my cock now in her mouth. “Deal with it and make me come.”