He lifted his foot onto the bed as he leaned closer. My name rumbled low as he breathed out, "Heidi."
I wasn't going to wonder if he enjoyed the swirl of my tongue or if I was sucking hard enough like I used to worry every time I gave a man a blow job. This moment wasn't about impressing him or me. This was about two needy people who were attracted to each other finally coming together, giving each other what they both needed.
I craved it so much that my hand slipped between my legs. One was on his cock as I held him like a lollipop, lapping up anything he gave. The other flicked and pinched my clit to relieve the tremendous pressure he started the moment he said my name.
I hid from him for too long, and now I wanted Max to see everything.
"What are you doing?"
His words sounded like leather over broken glass. Max's fingers tightened and with a gentle pull, he eased my head back until my mouth was empty. My face was red, my lips swollen, and my eyes were cast down in shame.
I wanted to show him too much too soon.
"I, uh, wanted—" He cut me off with a kiss.
His lips were soft and sweet, but his body was like a bulldozer pushing me back.
"I need to taste you." Max's words were rushed before his lips trailed kisses down my neck. When he arrived at my breasts, he bared his teeth. He sucked and his teeth nipped and finally, his lips kissed each side until I turned into a floundering mess yet again.
When the kisses and the nibbles stopped, I opened my eyes to find a man staring at me as if I was a decadent dessert.
"You're so beautiful."
As his head fell forward and his lips and tongue—and whatever else he was using on me—went to work, I let out a shuddering sigh. The more he tasted, the more ravenous he became. Or maybe I'm the one losing control? Because I'm watching him now.
Lifting up on my elbows, I cupped his head, keeping Max where I wanted him. Where I could see him and touch him and make memories of his incredible body.
My fingers, slick with my desire, didn't stop because he pulled away. It didn't take much to bring me to the tipping point. But it was his eyes, the way they watched me, that sent me over the edge.
"Max. Oh, Max," I screamed as my body twitched with release.
It took me a moment to come back to Earth and when I did, Max had managed to get on a condom. His cock hovered right between my legs.
"Ready for more?"
Chapter 10
Max
HEIDI WAS LIKE A RAY of sun coming to life and bursting with heat in my bed.
Standing over her, I couldn't help but watch her smooth, pale skin dance over my sheets. How did I deserve this?
Maybe this was why her family could claim so much power? Their beauty. Their ability to make others feel like the most important, most fascinating person in the world.
Because that's how Heidi made me feel—like I mattered to her and she was willing to show me how much.
With my cock in hand, I turned my head to the bedroom door. This was never supposed to happen. Heidi should have been gone by now. I should have sent her packing with promises of a non-existent discount from a less qualified plumber. More lies.
I tried to justify it in my head. She had the power to destroy my business. My family. A small lie coming from my mouth would save everything.
But gazing back at Heidi, something sparkled in her eyes. A flicker of affection. It didn't scream vindictive or power-hungry or spoiled. Maybe my father was wrong. Maybe Heidi isn't anything like her parents.
"I thought you promised more? Or do you need a little light-reading to get back in the mood?" Heidi's lazy smirk dashed any trepidation I had.
"My reward for giving you the best orgasm of your life is sass?" Grabbing her legs, I slid her to the edge of the bed and ran my fingers along her soft inner thighs.
Her eyebrow lifted. "Best orgasm of my life? You think so?"
I nodded then rubbed my chin. "You're right. I can do better. I haven't given you the best one yet."
Heidi opened her mouth, about to gift me with more of her backtalk when I reached over and cupped her tits. My fingers and thumbs got to work, turning her words into moans as they played with her hard nipples.
And it worked. Her back arched into my touch. My breathing picked up watching her slither against my hands. I wanted to be inside her, but I wasn't a teenager. Heidi didn't deserve to be fucked . . . no, this woman required nothing less than total ecstasy.
I'm a grown man. Someone who understood that the more she squirmed, panted, and begged for my touch, the better it was for the both of us.
"Do you want the best orgasm of your life, Heidi?"
She nodded as she bit her juicy lower lip. I loved knowing how much my sexy neighbor couldn't wait for my touch.
"I can't hear you."
Watching her like this was like a drug I never knew I needed.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
Her hands trailed down her body. The woman wasn't shy about pleasuring herself in front of me, and that was the biggest turn on. But it was my turn to make her shatter.
"Flip over onto your knees."
Her lazy eyes flickered to mine as she registered my request. She moved, and I watched her curves twist and stretch until her ass was displayed for me.
I adjust her body until she's in the perfect position. "Like this. With only your sweet ass in the air."
Finally, I spread her legs wider than what was normally comfortable. "There we go." I dropped to my knees.
My cock was throbbing, leaking, and so eager to dip inside her glistening folds, but that would come soon enough.
Leaning forward, my forehead pressed against her upside-down stomach. My tongue flicked out and I lapped at her nipple. Her breath hitched. I knew she would not last long with what I was about to do.
My fingers trailed a light path up her thigh until they slid playfully around her clit. She swayed, her hips reaching for more.
I slipped two fingers easily inside her. She was so wet that finger fucking her was causing my cock to weep.
"Holy fu—" Heidi choked on her own words.
She tightened around me, so I replaced my mouth with my other hand on her tit and lifted my lips to the prize—her sweet clit. My tongue and lips got to work making her squeal.
A loud groan was all the thanks I needed for a job well-done. I stood as her orgasm eased and knew that was my cue to turn her good orgasm into greatness.
My condom-covered cock settled at her apex and slowly, I sank in deep. It wasn't easy as Heidi was still contracting and with each pulse, my eyes began to cross.
I clenched my teeth and held back my orgasm.
Once my cock was completely surrounded by her warmth, Heidi called out, "I'm coming again."
That didn't help me at all. My balls began to tighten.
Dammit, Max, you're too good at this.
I stilled, hopeful that it would help hold off her climax, as well as my own. It didn't for Heidi. She grunted and pushed back against me.
"Oh God, I don't think—" Heidi stopped talking the moment I eased in and out of her.
It's time to get to work and keep her high going. My hand palmed her ass, squeezing just enough to cause her to rock back into me.
"You ready for more?" I asked, knowing she was too far gone to answer.
But she surprised me. Her hand slipped down her body until her delicate fingers rubbed circles over her clit.
"That's it, dirty girl. You just can't stop, can you?"
I gyrated and picked up my pace. She was making sounds, but nothing comprehensible. And that's what did it for me.
Heidi tightened around me and this time, I couldn't hold back. My name fell from her lips as my head dipped forward. Our climax hit at the same time.
Despite the weakness in my legs, I remained upright. Once Heidi relaxed, I eased out. She flopped sideways with exhaustion, sweat glistening on her forehead. I had never seen a more beautiful woman. My grin was soft and aut
omatic.
Once I was in my small master bathroom that contained a pedestal sink, some various towels folded on the back of the toilet, a bathtub shower, and not much else, I grabbed a hand towel to clean up. When I was done, I went back to the bedroom and washed Heidi.
After discarding the towel in the hamper, I slipped under the covers, curling my body next to Heidi's.
"Already shy?"
"No, just realizing you have two superpowers. The first, plumbing. The second, giving me orgasms."
We laughed, and I reached for her chin when the door to the bedroom opened.
My father stood there with wide eyes bouncing between Heidi and me in the bed beside her.
"What on . . . uh, I'm sorry," he mumbled and quickly shut the door.
Heidi frowned. "Oh no. That was so embarrassing. I hope I can look your father in the eye again."
I hope I could, too.
"Let me go talk to him. I promise, I won't tell him how you held me down and forced me to go down on you," I said trying to lighten the situation but dreading the real discussion that would take place with my father.
"Ha. Ha."
Her cheeks were still rosy as her mouth curled and all I wanted to do was stay in bed with her for the rest of the day.
But I knew I couldn't. A disappointed man waited for me to lie to him.
Nothing I did these past few weeks seemed right. I lied to Heidi, and now I couldn't tell my father the truth, because if I did, I'd lose his respect. And what's a son to do when his father can't look him in the eye anymore?
I grabbed my clothes from the scattered pieces on the ground and got dressed. Needing to touch Heidi once more before I braved my father's wrath, I leaned down and kissed her head.
It wasn't nearly enough, but I left the bedroom anyway and made my way toward the stairs. But I found my father seated on his bed in his bedroom.
My father stood from his bed to face me. "You did the exact opposite of what I told you to do. I thought you were going to get rid of her?" I closed the door and with determination, I turned and lifted my eyes to meet his. It wasn't fair to Heidi or to the man who raised me. I couldn't lie to him. He needed to hear the truth.
I would help him see that he didn't know Heidi the way I did. That she wasn't like her parents.
I needed more time to find out the truth about her family.
"You see, that's where I think I got confused." I curved my lips with a shrug.
Folding his arms over his chest, this wise old man wasn't buying my attempt at humor.
Chapter 11
Heidi
THIS WAS AWKWARD.
Not the sex. No, the sex with Max was phenomenal. He made a vow, and the man totally delivered on his promise. He gave me the best orgasm of my life. Actually, orgasms. Plural. That man was a sex god.
But right now, I was in an emotional, hormonal conundrum. Max's father was kind enough to take Marco to the ice cream shop, and I repaid him by defiling his son. So, why was I smiling?
Because Max was the most passionate man I had ever been with. Felipe was right. Guys were good for eating sloppy food and watching sports, but men were good at everything else, especially sex. My man was so good at it that I knew I should be ashamed of taking advantage of his father's kindness by boinking his son, but I wasn't.
Did that make me a terrible person? Who cares, I had orgasms!
"You aren't your father, Heidi. You don't take advantage of other's kindness," I admonished myself, trying to bring myself back to reality.
Flinging back the covers, I scooted out of Max's bed and began to hunt down my clothes. I made my way into Max's bathroom once I was dressed. It was small and a bit outdated, but clean.
Staring in the mirror, I frowned. My hair seemed to have enjoyed sex with Max, too. I found a comb and winced as I worked out the tangles.
"There. Now it won't look like his son felt the urgent need to butter my biscuit to Mr. Brighton."
I made my way to Mr. Brighton's bedroom and took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled a bit of encouragement to myself.
I had only eased the door open an inch before I heard something that caused me to still.
"Even if what you say is true, Max, and Heidi is sweet and kind, what happens when Senator White finds out you tried to overcharge his daughter by twenty thousand dollars? Bigger, much bigger businesses than yours have vanished due to the senator's wishes." Mr. Brighton's crystal-clear voice cut into my heart.
With a heavy sigh, I leaned against the wall. My father soured anything and anyone who got close, even when he wasn't around.
"I don't think Heidi would say anything—"
I pushed through the door, cutting Max off. "Hi." I gave a meager wave and my eye darted about the room. "I don't think I mentioned it earlier, but I like your place."
"Heidi, we were just discussing, uh, lunch. Isn't that right, Dad?" Max narrowed his eyes at his father.
"That's, um, that's right. I have some chicken salad I made yesterday that should be enough to—"
"Save it." I waved my hand in the air, shaking my head. "I heard you two. I believe you were discussing my father . . . Senator John White."
Both men scratched the back of their necks, and I couldn't help but smirk at how alike they were.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"
Another wave of my hand stopped Max. "No need to apologize. And here I was coming to say sorry to you, Mr. Brighton. You watched Marco for me while your son and I, well, uh . . . that doesn't matter." My cheeks warmed, and as I gazed up, I found Max smirking. "What matters is, you two are right."
The surprise on their faces was expected, but the hurt in Max's eyes wasn't.
"What?" Max said.
"My father. He's not a good guy. If he can find a way to control you, he will. I understand if you don't wish to see me anymore, Max, but I want you to know something before I go."
"I'll let you two have some privacy." His father moved closer to the door, but I reached out to place a hand on his arm, stopping him.
"No, I want you to hear this too, Mr. Brighton." The room grew more stifling as I took a deep breath and forced myself to continue, "My parents have used me since the day I was born."
A bitter smirk curled my lips as I remembered the newspaper clipping, framed and hung over my bed growing up that read: Youngest Female Senator in History Gives Birth To A Girl.
"Honestly, I don't think they wanted me as much as they wanted the photo op. And that's what I have been to them since I was born. My parents were upset that my older brothers didn't follow in the family business, but they accepted it because they had me. Their perfect daughter. The one they could mold into whatever they wanted. A media darling. A perfect match for an up-and-coming politician. I was their doll."
What they hadn't expected was when they were to present their perfect daughter to the up-and-coming politician for marriage, she'd run into a male stripper's arms. They passed it off to me being young, but what they didn't realize was I wasn't them. I had no desire for fame, fortune, or power.
The warmth of Max's hand made me pause. He was gentle, caring, giving, and nothing like my father.
"I won't say anything to my father. For all he knows, you're just the plumber that got his daughter to go to the gala." I glanced over at Mr. Brighton. "Another chance for my dad to use me to get donors for his upcoming campaign. He wants me to take my friend Felipe, which I don't mind because Felipe is a friend, but I know my father is doing it for another reason." I sigh. "So many reasons."
"Then don't go," Max said with an etching of concern in his brow.
"I could do that." I nodded as if considering that option. "But if I don't go, my father will slander me."
"What? Your father?" Mr. Brighton moved closer, putting his hands on his hips.
I had no idea why I was telling them everything about my relationship with my parents, particularly my father. Perhaps Max's cock had the power t
o destroy years of the emotional protective wall I had built around myself.
That idea caused my eyes to swivel to where that mighty dick lay hidden. I sighed and lifted my eyes away from the cock sent from Heaven and found Max's calming blue eyes. No matter how good in bed Max was or how kind he's been to me, one romp in the bedroom won't undo what my father has done to me.
"He will hire someone to do it for him. Then he'll act like the caring, loving father he never was and defend my honor." Because I knew exactly what would "leak" to the press about me. Apparently, a senator's daughter wasn't to associate with strippers. Everyone got that memo but me.
I held out my hand. "On one hand, he can dangle it over my head and get me to do whatever he wants." Then I held out my other hand. "On the other hand, if I don't do what he wants, he'll leak what he has on me, and then, by defending me, he will come across as a loving father who is dealing with an unruly daughter. It's a win-win situation for him and a lose-lose situation for me."
"My God, he's a monster." Mr. Brighton furrowed his brow. "I know he's your father, but if you were my daughter, it would make my heart sing to help you any way I could, and I wouldn't think of asking for anything in return. That's what parents should do. Be supportive of their kids."
My eyes burned. I nodded because I wasn't naïve. I knew how parents should be toward their children. Hearing it spoken out loud made every drop of loneliness I felt in their care bubble to the surface.
I turned my head toward the door. "Is someone cutting onions, ha ha." Wiping away the tears that didn't want to stop, I shook my head at the dumb joke.
Moving in front of me and pulling me close, Max asked the obvious question that most people who knew my father already knew the answer to. "Is your father making Felipe go to the gala, too?" He tipped my chin up and his thumb gently slid over my cheek to cut off my runaway tear.
"Yes and no. Felipe was already going to the Children's Hope Gala with a date when my father made him take me instead. Actually, Felipe wanted me to take you to the gala, and he would take his date, but for the photo ops we would pretend to be together."
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