by Ciara Cole
He gave no reply, and maybe Indiana wouldn’t even have heard him. He played his tongue over her clit in a consistent pattern that was set to drive Indiana crazy. His hand caressed the outer edges of her sex, never pushing too deep with his fingers while he licked her all around. He ate her like a starved man, and her fingers dug into his hair as she moaned his name. He rubbed his thumb over her clit in repeated circles, causing her heat to spill out more moisture for him to lap up.
Indiana couldn’t hold back her breathless moans. Max began to rub harder, the sound of her juices mixed with his fingers making itself heard in the room.
She wanted more. Bucking her hips, Indiana caused Max’s finger to slide into her. Her breath hitched as her tight walls immediately clung to his finger. Max noticed her body language and pulled away from in between her thighs while still pumping his finger slowly in and out of her. Hot pants running off her lips, Indiana looked down and watched Max’s finger movements. That thick, long index finger felt immense thrusting into her chocolate heat.
Indiana bit on her lip as she drew her eyes up to Max again, and his gaze was a burning laser on her face and body. “Max, I’ve never…,” she began but couldn’t complete her sentence as Max curved his finger into her and pushed in slightly deeper. She shuddered, her head flinging back. She could feel the barrier keeping Max from proceeding too far, and she knew he could feel it too.
“I know it’s your first time. I’ve always known,” Max said. “Baby, this is everything I ever wanted to feel. But I only want to feel it with you.”
His eyes had turned almost black. “I’ve thought all year long about all the things I want to do to you. Filthy things. Like you sitting on my face.”
“Oh my lord.” Indiana stared into his eyes, his words making her mind whirl, while at the same time he plunged his finger with shallow strokes into her sex.
“Picture it, baby. You on all fours, with me crawling under you and making you ride my tongue until you come. Your sexy ass smothering my face as I lick and suck at your hole, all but getting drowned in your honey. You’re so sweet and hot, and I’ll never get enough, baby.”
“Max!” Indiana wasn’t sure what was happening to her. Her stomach was getting tight as a drum the more Max stroked her walls. His darkened gaze never left her face as he brought his other hand to expertly strum her clit with his thumb, the finger inside her curving inwards.
Indiana’s fingers dug tightly into the muscles of Max’s arms, feeling her body hurtle closer and closer to some unseen meteor surface. “Holy fff…”
“That’s it, baby. Just do it. Come for me.”
Throwing her head back, Indiana screamed as her orgasm blasted her full of spasms. Her legs twitched along with her hips, and the most incredible high overtook her every neuron. For a moment, only blackness filled her vision, and her whole being floated within that delicious void.
Later, when she regained her senses, Indiana saw Max lying beside her.
“Come here,” he said and held out his arms out to her.
Her body still felt weightless as she rolled closer to him while his arms wrapped around her. Indiana could feel his raging hardness, Max still fully in his clothes while she was naked, limp and dazed beside him. His desire, prodding against her, had her heart leaping in excitement. She thought of the pleasure of the last few minutes being magnified to infinity if Max had his thick length inside her.
“I never got to say stop. You were right,” she said, shyly ducking her face into his shoulder.
“Surprise,” Max whispered, a playful smirk on his lips as he tipped her face up to his again. Their eyes held, and there was such comfort and admiration for one another. Indiana felt they could stare forever and be content with just being in the presence of each other.
Why had she ever thought sex was just something dirty, wrong and meaningless? Indiana had always felt she was scared to have sex, but now she realized she had just never been ready. Until now.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked as he felt her squirm, before she leaned up on her elbows and half-smiled, half-smirked at him.
“Well.” Indiana put her hand on his crotch. It felt painfully hard, and her smirk deepened. “I’m horny. Do you care to fix that?”
“Indiana.” Max swore underneath his breath and closed his eyes. “I wanted to take things slow. You’re a virgin, and I’m almost past reason right now with the way I want to make you mine.”
“So are you going to make me yours or not?” she whined.
“You don’t ever have to beg.” Max gave a sexy grin, and Indiana bit her lip, leaning toward him. His hands moved around and planted on her bare ass. Indiana’s answering smile held triumph, and she placed her lips on his. Indiana didn’t even hesitate and slid her tongue in his mouth.
Her orgasm had opened her eyes it seemed, and she’d never felt more daring and filled with excited passion. Indiana moaned against Max’s lips, tasting herself for the first time as their tongues danced around one another. Max squeezed his big hands on her ass, tugging her up onto him so that she could grind her bare sex over his clothed member. It felt alive even beneath the layer of his jeans.
Indiana’s heat began to throb from the contact. Indiana rotated her hips, feeling Max slide his fingers into the crease of her derriere in an intimate caress that made her shiver. Pulling her lips from his, she gasped for air. Then she reattached her lips to his neck, and this time it was he who shivered as her tongue grazed along his skin. Indiana sucked on the sweet spot in the hollow of his neck, loving the texture and aroma of his skin and the taste of him on her tongue.
She unbuttoned his shirt with fingers that felt strangely steady. Slowly her lips glided from his neck to his chest, and she licked and sucked his nipples, hoping she’d learned enough to make him go as crazy as he’d made her earlier in this same situation. From the harsh groans he let out, Indiana figured she was doing something right.
When she crawled lower on him, Max stiffened and lifted his head off the pillow. “What are you…?”
Indiana hushed him with a finger to her lips, before using both hands to unzip his jeans and release his hard manhood. Her mouth parted in awe and lust as she stared. She experimentally placed both hands fist over fist around his length and saw there were still more inches to cover. She let out a gasp, but didn’t feel deterred from her coming task. Her head lowered, jaws widening as she…
Max’s gentle fingers in her hair pulled Indiana up. She pouted in confusion and even annoyance as if she was being deprived of her favorite candy.
“Baby, you don’t have to do that. Tonight is more about you. Besides,” Max said wryly, “I’m too far gone to last that long inside your mouth. And your first time–our first time together–has to be with me coming deep inside your warm, soft tightness.”
He smiled and moved her onto her back. With him above her, pinning her down by locking her wrists above her head with his fist, there was no time to come back to her senses. No time to dwell over the enormity of what she’d done–offered herself. No one else had ever received what she was about to let Max take.
He let her go only after she was perfectly still. Then he kicked off his jeans and got rid of his shirt, uncovering the golden brown chest and abs toned to perfection. Indiana relished his body in wonder. They’d talked about tattoos, and both of them had a few, but she’d never imagined how it would feel seeing Max shirtless and viewing the way his body complemented his ink.
Indiana reached up and brushed her fingertips along his abs to where his dark brown hair peeked from his boxer briefs. She watched the involuntary twitching of his muscles at her touch. Max grasped her wrist as she pulled back, giving her pause.
“I love you,” he said.
Chapter Five
Indiana’s stomach bunched in knots, her heart surging at the passion she saw in Max’s eyes that mirrored in his voice. The same heat was in his kiss as he took her mouth, branding his unexpected confession into her mind.
Last to
go were his underpants, and Indiana was too nervous to keep staring, her inbuilt shyness taking over as she ducked her face into her shoulder. Max chuckled thickly and kissed her exposed throat. His hands guided her thighs apart, and he positioned himself between them.
Indiana’s toes curled as she felt his hardness against her melting pot. She raked her fingers into the soft sheets in sweet rapture. Her gaze was drawn to his face, that noble jawline that seemed sharp enough to cut an iceberg, and those sexy lips. Max was truly beautiful, with his rich, warm eyes that changed from gray to green. His heart was big and kind, and with him everything was open. She couldn’t think of a more perfect man to share this with.
Her lingering gaze landed on his chest, and again her hand reached out and rested on his left pectoral muscle, inked with tribal-looking tattoos. Indiana savored the sensation of his heart beating wildly for her. It still seemed like a dream that he wanted and loved her this much.
A late bloomer, Indiana had been impossibly shy growing up, even afraid of her own shadow. Other girls had discovered their blooming bodies and the appeal of the opposite sex, while Indiana had found solace in books and then later yoga. She’d never tried to learn the artistry of flirting even when her friends tried to show her. They’d written her off as a lost cause and even stopped trying to hook her up with guys on blind dates. So Indiana had truly no clue what to do with a man and certainly not a man like Max, so entirely different a specimen from the other college boys she’d met.
Moonlight lit up the room as Indiana’s half-lidded eyes fluttered up to meet Max’s, her heart jumping at the caress of large, manly hands on her inner thighs. He broke the spell of his gaze and lowered his head to trail his lips down her neck. The heat from those tender kisses shocked Indiana for a moment. Why did they feel like they were immersed in flames?
“Max?” she whispered.
“Yes, Indiana.” Max’s voice was a deep hum escaping from his hungry lips, burning her flesh just like his warm hands gliding on her sensitive skin. The moon struck Max suddenly and made his every feature stand out clearly as he lifted his head. He pressed his body close against hers, and Indiana rested her hands on his shoulders for security.
Each breath she took hollowed her out, her whole body going still as Max edged his face close to hers, enough for her to hear his gruff, rich voice.
“Need you.”
Indiana silenced the sudden urge to moan. He sounded and felt so good. Once he conveyed his sensuous wish, Max nipped on her earlobe. His heated breath had Indiana shivering beneath him. He slid his hand down her chest to one perked breast. Indiana arched her back at his touch before quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment. It was as if she’d turned into a total wanton.
“Don’t you dare,” Max purred, his darkened eyes quelling her from stifling her sounds.
In one fluid glide of his hips, he pushed inside her. Indiana’s eyes widened as she instantly felt the hard pressure splitting her folds. He stroked just the tip along her slit, teasing her, making every part of her body crave more.
“You feel as good as you taste. I feel like I’m being buried in red velvet cake,” Max rasped. Again, he pushed. Deeper.
“Oh God,” she screamed, and the tingling of pleasure-pain stretched out her toes.
Her spine arched as she felt Max softly bite her neck and then trail his wandering tongue between her breasts. He lay open mouthed kisses along the fleshy underside, making her nipples go taut in anticipation. Pulling himself back up her body, he grasped her hips like a desperate man and pinned Indiana with his unusual eyes. They weren’t a clear gray, but with murky green like the shadowy rainforest, one you could get lost in its mysteriousness. That unwavering stare of his was simply unbearable. It brought a flush to her cheeks and made Indiana feel like she was suffocating in her skin.
They both emerged as if from a trance as with one last thrust Max embedded deep within her, breaking the veil. She immediately felt how thick he was once inside her. A hot moan slipped between her bitten lips, her hands raking his back. Max groaned, letting his mouth find its way to her neck.
“Baby, you’re so damn tight.”
“You feel so good, Max.”
“Move with me, baby. I want you to feel how deep I can go.”
Indiana shuddered and did as she was bid, letting her lower body swirl beneath his. He was right. She did feel how deep he went, and it felt amazing. Their hips began a kindred dance, Max continuing the sensual torture with his hands wandering over her pliant body. Till the dark hours of morning, he was inside her.
Indiana never thought she would be so into someone and finally open up completely, enough to give up her deepest treasure. She never wanted this feeling to end, never wanted to let go…
***
“Mom!”
“Mommy, wake up!”
Two child-like voices pulled Indiana from her sleep. It felt strange and even somewhat shameful to wake up to her babies’ angelic faces after the dream she’d just had. Not a dream though…more like memories.
“Mommy, you were struggling with your covers in your sleep and I got scared,” Robyn said as her mother drew her close and kissed her on the crown of her head.
“Mommy is sorry, baby,” Indiana cooed, running her fingers through the little girl’s golden brown curls. Then Indiana beckoned to her son Ryder, who jumped onto her comfy king-sized bed. “Not too big for Mom’s kisses, are you little man?”
He made a cute face but let her kiss his forehead, and Indiana smiled because he hugged her so tight around the neck. He was so affectionate, he just didn’t show it as openly as Robyn.
Indiana’s twin children were her life. She would lose her mind if anything ever happened to them.
“Let’s go make some breakfast. You hungry?” she said to them.
“Can we have some ice cream?”
“No, Ryder, you can’t have ice cream for breakfast,” Indiana said wryly. “But I do want to make some pancakes, bacon and fruit. Now who’d like to help?”
“Me, me, I do,” came their sing-song voices.
Indiana couldn’t help but smile as she instructed them to wash their hands and join her in the kitchen. She got out of bed and freshened up too before heading to the kitchen.
For a brief moment, her mind went back to the conference from a week ago. It was no wonder she’d had a dream about Max, considering she had called him last night. He wanted them to meet for dinner, and she’d agreed. Now she simply had to focus on getting through the morning without becoming too stressed out about their meeting. Would this be the time she’d tell him about the kids?
The twins dashed into the kitchen, and Indiana turned to them with a smile. “Who’s ready to cook?”
Chapter Six
Indiana made it past the concierge to the lift that would take her to the luxurious penthouse where Max lived.
It was best meeting him in private for dinner, as opposed to going out somewhere, which was why she’d agreed to it. Max was too well known, and the last thing Indiana wanted was paparazzi making a fuss over them having dinner together. There was no saying what lengths they could go to, possibly digging up info on Indiana and finding out what they shouldn’t.
Indiana also simply felt that Max was entitled to them having a talk without interruptions or distractions. Maybe then she could muster up the courage to tell him the truth.
She rang his doorbell, and moments later it opened to show a blindingly handsome male. Max was dressed in a white dress shirt open at the throat, tucked into impeccably tailored black pants. His manly body never looked better, with that toned frame comprising of a broad chest, trim waist and hips that made her mouth water. Stop, Indiana, she chided herself.
Max didn’t seem able to take his admiring eyes off her either as he smiled in greeting. He kissed her on both cheeks, and the smell of his cologne made her knees weaken.
Inside the contemporary apartment consisting of two floors, he had wood blazing in the white marbled fireplace.
Hints of gold marble was used throughout the open-plan living area, enhancing light and space.
The next instant, Indiana’s eyes were drawn to the breathtaking views of Central Park from the windows. To her surprise, the décor of the interior wasn’t over-the-top as would be expected from an extravagant billionaire bachelor. The most eye-catching of the many classy accents surrounding them was the crystal chandelier hanging from the tableau ceiling above them.
There was elegance and perfection in every corner, bringing to mind the kind of sumptuousness that even the most discerning A-lister would envy. Indiana noted that Max had a taste for art, and not just in the tasteful paintings but also the intriguing statues and Greek vases.
After looking around a bit, Indiana joined Max at the cream leather dining table, the shimmering, champagne-colored walls giving off a luxuriously inviting vibe.
Indiana had set out tonight not really in the mood to relax or let down her guard, but the moment Max offered her a glass of wine and then began serving the meal, she couldn’t help but be drawn in.
“The food is delicious,” Indiana said half an hour later as she enjoyed another mouthful of ravioli. “The ambience, the candles, the soft lights and music–I didn’t expect you’d make so much effort.” Or make this feel so romantic.
“Nothing is good enough for you,” he said with a charming smile. “I know how much you love chocolate, so I made sure to feature it in every course.”
Indiana gasped in amazement. She had noticed that chocolate had been sprinkled on the ravioli. “I didn’t know chocolate could be served as a main course, but it tastes wonderful,” she told him, smiling.
“Wait till you try dessert–chocolate truffle balls,” he said with a teasing grin. Indiana’s smile slowly faded as her expression grew serious.
“Max?”
“Hmm?” He set down his wine glass after downing his last swallow. Watching his throat move made her inner thighs clench, and Indiana pushed them together to quell the tingles. This wasn’t the time to give in to her horny side, she thought firmly.