by Zoey Parker
With her hand still on his dick, Brittany slid off her chair and dropped to her knees beside Max. He held his breath in anticipation, watching her maneuver herself in the shadows so that her mouth was directly above his pink, throbbing cock. It felt full of a thousand nerve endings as he imagined how good it be to have her mouth wrapped around it. Brittany glanced up at him, smiling sexily before lowering her head. She took his dick into her mouth, letting her tongue press against it.
Max squeezed the armrests tight and leaned back, closing his eyes in delight. It felt amazing. Brittany’s head bobbed as she suckled and teased his erection. It felt so good that Max knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long. He tried to slow down his breathing to delay his climax, not wanting Brittany to stop.
Tipping forward on her knees Brittany pressed her mouth further down on his dick and Max gasped in delighted awe. She was taking the full length of him, positioning herself so that as she deep throated him she wouldn’t gag. Max felt dizzy with the desire to cum. He’d never experienced anything like it in his life. All the women he’d been with, none had ever been able to satisfy him like this. And Brittany looked so sweet and innocent. That juxtaposed against her sexual appetite and ferocity was the hottest thing Max had ever known. After almost a minute of being deep throated he came, shuddering in his seat as he released his load directly into Brittany’s mouth. He wondered if she’d gag or make some sound of revulsion. Instead she brushed off her knees, straightened her T-shirt and ran a hand over her mouth as she sat back down beside him and smiled innocently.
“Holy fuck,” Max gaped at her in shock. “That was like…that was the hottest thing ever. Who are you? You’re like the girl of my dreams.”
Brittany smiled contentedly before leaning against his broad shoulder and settling down to watch the rest of the movie.
Chapter Eighteen
Every morning Brittany woke up with a smile on her face. She hummed to herself as she showered and spoke to the birds which gathered on the window sill outside. She felt like she was in some Disney movie. Gone were the sad, cooped-up days in her old home. She was finally free and able to be herself. And she’d met a man who made her heart race, who let her live out all her sexual fantasies without any judgment.
Digging into her bowl of cereal, Brittany looked up at the map of the United States which she’d hung above her sofa. It was something she’d picked up in town a few days ago, along with some bright pink pins. The entire map was dotted with pins as though the country had broken out with some strange neon chicken pox. But each pin meant something – it represented a place Brittany wanted to visit. Now that she’d been brave enough to venture out to Colridge, she didn’t just want to stop there. She wanted to see the huge glass buildings of New York City, run along the beaches in Miami and walk along the film stars’ names in Los Angeles. She wanted to see everything. She felt like the whole world had suddenly opened up to her, and she wanted to enjoy every part of it.
Chapter Nineteen
“So this is it,” Max opened the door to his motel room, ashamed of how modest it was inside. Brittany deserved to be staying at five-star palaces, not some shabby place that cost twenty bucks a night. But she walked inside as if it were the Ritz, admiring the four small walls and complimenting Max on how nice he’d kept it.
“I like it,” she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.
“I’m glad you like it,” Max nodded at her. His heart was already racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.
Brittany swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.
“What if I want to talk first?” Max teased.
“Do you?” Brittany cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling at her soft lips.
“No,” Max growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to mention his cock. As she shed her clothes, she went on to hastily removed his jeans and T-shirt. It was the first time they had both been completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brittany didn’t mention them. Instead, she turned around and crawled up onto the bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Max inhaled and clenched his hands into fists. She was so sexy he thought he might explode there and then.
Fully on the bed on all fours Brittany glanced back at him, her hair tumbling into her eyes.
“What are you waiting for?”
Max quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. It was so soft and perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her clit. Brittany groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him, making him even harder, which at this point, he didn’t think was possible, but she did that to him.
“Fuck me,” Brittany ordered breathlessly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Max ordered as a finger teasingly slid inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.
“I NEED you inside me,” Brittany panted. “I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy.”
Max withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he’d been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky attitude. He rode into town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and would soon disappear the same way. If Brittany yearned for a bad boy, then that was what she was going to get.
“Fuck me,” Brittany pleaded.
Max gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped with delight.
“That’s it,” Brittany cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Max entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She groaned and cried out beneath him, and after a few minutes, shuddered as she came. Max tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he’d hastily put on.
Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Max could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually, this was the point he’d made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was lie beside Brittany until he fell asleep. So that’s exactly what he did.
Chapter Twenty
“So what’s this?” Max gestured up towards the dotted map of America. Brittany leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now wrapped around them.
It was the first time Max had seen Brittany’s apartment. She’d had no reservations about inviting him over. Everything with Max felt so natural, so safe. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, to feel as if nothing and no one could ever hurt her.
“It’s a map of America,” Brittany teased.
“I can see that,” Max gave her a playful nudge. “I’m wondering what all the little pins mean. Are they places you’ve been?”
“No,” Brittany wilted slightly against him. “They are places that I want to go.”
“Oh,” Max nodded. “I see.” There was a slight pause as he cast his eyes over the vast array of pins.
“You want to visit a lot of places,” he commented.
“America is a big place,” Brittany replied. “And I want to take it all in.”
“You been to many of the places before?”
It was a logical question, but Brittany couldn’t help but be affronted by it. Zack had successfully stifled much of her development gr
owing up. She’d never traveled beyond the borders of their small town until recently. Would Max be deterred by how little she’d seen of the world? His sleeve of naval tattoos hinted at a life spent exploring. Brittany envied all the adventures he must have had, all the wonders he must have seen.
“No,” Brittany replied curtly, clamoring to her feet and taking the blanket with her to protect her modesty.
“Hey,” Max followed after her, his tone soft with concern. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just asking.”
“No,” Brittany stated again, less sternly this time. “I’ve only ever been in my hometown and Colridge. My life has been a little…sheltered.” She chose her words carefully for fear of coming across as strange.
“You had strict parents, huh?” Max gave her a sympathetic smile and then started pulling his pants back on. Brittany chewed her lip nervously. It would be so easy to say nothing, to just let Max think that she was from a family with strict parents. But she wanted there to be no secrets between them. Brittany could feel herself falling for Max, and she didn’t want to taint that feeling by lying to him.
“Actually, my parents died when I was twelve.”
“Whoa,” Max paused, only one leg in his pants.
“My…um…” Brittany felt nervous beneath the sudden heat of his gaze. He was looking at her like she was some injured little bird who might never fly again. And she wanted him to see that she was still capable of spreading her wings if she wanted to.
“My brother raised me after they died.”
“That’s mighty kind of him,” Max continued dressing, appeased by her response. “A big task for a young guy to take on.”
“Yeah,” Brittany agreed. Gratitude swelled in her chest, but it was swiftly countered by crushing feelings of guilt. She’d been so resentful towards Zack for holding her back, had been so desperate to get away from him, to experience life in a new town. Did he now hate her for leaving? She prayed not.
“He gave up everything to take care of me.”
“He sounds like one hell of a guy.”
“He is,” Brittany agreed. “Only…” was she going to sound wretched and ungrateful if she told Max how stifling living with Zack had been? How she’d felt she had no choice but to escape his strict regime where she wasn’t even permitted to go into the town to use the library.
Max gazed at her expectantly, his eyes wide and soft with patience. Brittany was astounded by the depth of understanding he displayed. On the outside, he was this tough, tattooed guy with mysterious scars, but beneath that steely exterior he was as soft and sweet as melted chocolate.
She loved him. In that moment, Brittany knew it to be true. But she also knew it was too soon to declare such feelings. Clearing her throat, she focused instead on discussing Zack.
“He could be a little overprotective,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “In the end, it just got to be too much and I had to leave.”
“I’m sure he just thought he was doing right by you,” Max offered kindly. “It can’t be easy trying to step into an adult’s shoes when you’re still just a kid.”
“No,” Brittany sighed, “it can’t be.”
“But hey,” Max came towards her and looped a strong arm across her shoulders, tilting her towards her pinned map of America. “How about one day you get on the back of my motorcycle, and we set off across the country visiting all these places you’ve pinned?”
Brittany thought how it would feel to ride behind Max, her arms locked around his waist her hair free and flowing in the wind.
“I’d like that,” she smiled.
“We could do a whole tour,” Max swept his free hand grandly through the air. “We’ll listen to some real, authentic blues in New Orleans, eat freshly caught lobster in Maine, and go whale watching in California.”
“Catch a show in New York, dance in the rain in Chicago and ride a boat down the Mississippi,” Brittany said dreamily. She felt like she was describing something that happened in movies. There was no way that could ever actually be her life, could it?
“We’ll do it all,” Max tenderly kissed her forehead.
“So now you know all about me, you ever going to tell me where you got those scars?” Brittany delivered the question as softly as she could and Max still tensed. He released her from his embrace and headed over to pick his shirt up off the floor and pull it over his head.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine,” Brittany hastily added.
“No,” Max sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it. Or maybe it is that,” he raked a hand through his hair and shook his head.
“I like being this big, strong guy for you,” he gave her a sexy, lopsided smile. “And some of my stories, well, they risk changing that. And I don’t want that to happen.”
“You could never stop being my big, strong guy,” Brittany slunk her way over to him, letting the blanket she’d gathered around herself drop the ground. She was completely naked. Her nipples hardened as she looked at Max and licked her lips. She saw a ripple of desire run through him.
“You are…” he laughed and grinned to himself. “You are one hell of a girl, you know that?”
Brittany smiled sweetly as she kept walking towards him. “You’re one hell of a guy,” she told him softly.
When she was in reach, Max pulled her to him and they started kissing passionately. His tongue pressed against hers as his hands ran the length of her curves. Brittany loved kissing Max. His kisses were always so passionate yet tender. She could get lost in one of his kisses. When he put his lips against hers, he could silence all her doubts, all her fears in a single second. All that existed between them was the kiss, and the heat of it burned everything else away.
Max’ hands ended up in her hair, tumbling through her the dark strands as he drank her in, tasted the depth of her kiss. Brittany wanted him. Whenever they kissed, she was filled with this powerful desire which she could never fight against. It was as if she was under a spell, and all that mattered was being with Max.
Brittany reached out and began to unbutton the pants he’d only just put back on. Max ceased kissing her briefly to step out of them. He’d not worn boxers that day and was instantly exposed. Brittany grinned when she saw how hard he was already. They kissed again, Max leaning back for the briefest of moments as she hurriedly tugged his T-shirt up over his head. Then their naked bodies were pressed against one another, writhing together as they kissed. Brittany could feel herself getting wet. Her entire body began to tremble with expectation. They’d already had sex on her apartment floor that day, her knees still bore the carpet burns to prove it.
This time, she wanted to do something different, something daring. She broke the kiss to lead Max to her window which offered an impressive vista of the rooftops of Colridge. Leaning forward she planted her palms against the glass. Max groaned approvingly, understanding what she wanted to do. Gripping her hips, he entered her from behind. Brittany let out a delighted gasp as he pressed her against the glass, the cool of the window pane feeling strangely wonderful against her bare breasts.
Brittany climaxed twice against the window. As Max pulled her away, her body had left a sweaty imprint upon it. He maneuvered her towards the sofa, sitting himself down as though he were about to watch television. Brittany straddled him but faced away from him. She heard him moan as he slipped inside her. Then she slowly began to tease his dick, rising up and down and arching her back. She could hear Max’ breath getting quicker along with her own.
“Oh baby,” he cried out, “you feel so good.”
“Do you want to cum for me?” Brittany asked seductively as her movements became faster.
“God, yes,” Max gasped.
Brittany raised and lowered her butt as fast as she could, feeling Max’ entire girth within her. She’d never felt more sexy or more alive than when they were together. He planted his hands upon her shoulders, pushing her down against his dick. Brittany squealed out in
shocked delight as she climaxed again. As the shudders ran through her body, she felt Max briefly expand within her as he released a contented sigh.
“Wow, Brittany,” he gasped as she climbed off his lap. “Just…wow.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Brittany loved her work. Second to Max, tattooing was her favorite thing to do. She was bent over her current client, slowly applying an intricate floral design to the lady’s ankle. Only a month after starting at the parlor, and Brittany had already proven herself enough to be working on her own on a regular basis.