Fueled by Lust: Maxim (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Celeste Prater

  Cold water to the face and repeated chastisements in the mirror did no good. Still ramped up by the time he pushed through the door, his eyes widened when he spotted Skylar leaning against the wall, waiting for him. She didn’t say anything and continued to look at him as if she was really seeing him for the first time. His gut flipped. What was running through her mind?

  Maxim took a step backward and plastered himself against the wall before he dropped to his knees. Gods! Her energy was enticing. He could feel it crackling in the air between them. It was almost as if it had joined with the music and was crawling across every sense. His skin practically rippled from curtailing his core’s insistent demand for freedom. When her familiar, scented desire wafted to his nose, he inhaled deeply and let his gaze drift down her body. If he looked into her eyes for one more second, he was going to lunge forward and snatch her up. Her soft voice snapped him out of his languid perusal of her many attributes.

  “Damn, Maxim. I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin.”

  “Me, too.”

  She swallowed hard.

  “I don’t think I can finish that last game. What about you?”

  He shook his head, alarmed at the overpowering need to have her next to his skin. He didn’t want to frighten her. Hell, he was scaring the shit out of himself as it was.

  “No. Uh…let’s head back to the room and get our things. We better get on the road.”

  She glanced down and gave a quick nod. “Yeah, good idea.”

  Silently, they made their way out of the bar. As soon as he stepped into the light, everything around him seemed to amplify in stereo. The crunch of the gravel as they walked toward the hotel, the cool air caressing his skin as the sun continued its steady dive toward the horizon, the buzz of cars along the highway, and the music following them from the bar took over his senses. Even Skylar’s hair had taken on a different sheen. It practically glowed in the waning light.

  Maxim tightened his fists to keep from reaching out and running his palm down her back. He felt like this strange, confusing world he’d become a part of was trying to tell him something and he wasn’t speaking its language. Had he missed his moment there on the dance floor or as they lingered in the hallway? He rubbed at his chest, confused at the tightness. Why couldn’t he think straight?

  The silence continued as he pushed the hotel door open and followed her inside. Effortlessly, they weaved around each other as they packed their belongings. Swiveling his head around to check the room for any missed items, his eyes landed on her. She was standing at the end of her bed, hands gripping the handle of her duffel. Her eyes were studying him, and he said the first thing that came to mind.

  “Do you like Bruce Willis?”

  In an instant, her eyes softened and the edges of her lips curved into a small smile. The duffel dropped to the floor. Her words were soft, but he understood them completely.

  “Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.” Then she snapped her fingers.

  Their bodies crashed together in the middle of the room. He didn’t even remember throwing his bag to the side. All he knew, or cared about, was the feel of her sweet mouth opening for him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers frantically unraveling his braid. He couldn’t stop the deep growl of approval rumbling through his chest or his equally haphazard attempt at releasing her flowing locks.

  Maxim pulled his head back just long enough to gasp for air and lift her shirt over her head. He drank in the sight of her black lace bra lovingly cupping her luscious mounds until his shirt blocked the view as she yanked it up and practically tore it from his body. Her palms landed heavily on his pecs and she looked up to him.

  “Damn, Maxim. You’re exactly like my vision, except better. If you have a black loin cloth on under those jeans, I’m going to faint.”

  Plopping on the bed, he shucked his boots and socks then leapt back up. He unbuckled his belt and quickly slid the zipper down. He didn’t give a shit that his voice sounded like a barbaric maniac. He was close to having his skin next to hers and he couldn’t wait a moment longer.

  “I have one back home, but there’s not a damn thing under here to get in my way.” He shoved his jeans off and kicked them to the side. He knew his cock was bobbing up and down in anticipation and he watched her eyes gradually widen as she took in the sight. Her lips parted, and her words rushed out on a hard breath.

  “Oh, shit.”

  He grabbed the middle and lifted it toward his belly to give her ample viewing of what he had to offer.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll fit me. That pussy’s mine.”

  Her eyes flicked back up to his.

  “Ah, hell. I like the way you talk. You just made my knees wobble.”

  “I’m going to do more than that, sweetness. Lose the bra and get those jeans off. I want to see you.” Maxim felt his nut sac rise when she didn’t hesitate. She kicked her sandals aside, flicked the clasp at the front, and wiggled out of the bra. She was breathing heavily now and with each sway of her gorgeous breasts, the silver half-rings dangling from the dusky-pink nipples glittered from the dim light of the nightstand. He was proud he was able to find the fortitude to hold back. He wanted to see the rest of her before he lost his gods damn mind.

  Skylar’s eyes narrowed into a sensual dreamy look, and he trembled. She was going to give him a show.

  Steady, Maxim. Stay steady.

  She ran a hand slowly down her belly and teased around the top button. Flicking it open, she slipped the zipper down and parted the flaps, giving him a good look at her tiny belly button and rounded tummy. She caught the edges of the jeans with her thumbs and began to slip the material down her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side as she slowly bent and pushed them to her ankles. Her leg kicked out and shoved them aside. Nothing remained but her glittering ankle bracelet and a sheer black thong. He lifted an index finger and motioned for her to turn around.

  She gave him a half-lifted smile, pushed her hands through her hair, and shook out the mass of dark curls until they fell about her shoulders. Fuck! She’s gorgeous. Running his fist to the crest of his dick, he pumped a few times and spread the leaking fluid. His breath caught when the tip of her pink tongue slipped out and wet her lips as she watched his movements. Slowly, Skylar swiveled around and presented her luscious ass for his perusal.

  Just as he’d imagined, the ample rounded globes were perfect—firm, smooth, and ready for his hands to explore. She continued to turn and faced him again. One eyebrow lifted. Her voice was low, yet strong.

  “I hope you like big butts, because that’s what I have. No excuses, it is what it is.”

  He lowered his voice.

  “Nilum autem perfectio, mellis. Nothing but perfection, sweetness. You made my knees wobble.”

  She blinked a few times, and he saw her ribcage quickly expand and deflate. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her over.

  “Come here.”

  She approached and stood still as a statue in front of him. He reached out, gently captured her narrow waist, and slid his palms downward. He loved how curvy her hips were. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her belly. The punch of her pear-scented desire hit him hard. He fought the need to flip her on the bed and totally consume her, but he was far from ending the exploration. Maxim looked up to her expectant eyes, gently twisted her around until she faced the mirror across from the bed, and pulled her down to his lap.

  “Lean back, baby. I want to feel your skin on mine.” He heard her sigh mix with his as their flesh joined. She was warm, soft, and pliable. He bit his lip when his cock lay trapped between their bodies. He undulated his hips once and shivered at the feel of it sliding along the seam of her ass. He reached forward, caught the inside of her thighs, and lifted them to drape on the outside of his. Gently, he spread his knees and widened her legs. He palmed both of her breasts and whispered close to her neck.

  “Look at yourself, Skylar. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.” Sh
e sighed and lifted her right arm to clasp the back of his neck. Maxim moved his thumb slowly over her nipples, lifting the rings up and down until her breath was coming in short pants.

  “I’ve been dreaming about getting these in my mouth since I realized you wore them. You’re so fucking sexy.” He lifted his hand and let his fingers travel down from her elbow to the side of her breast. Chills lifted under the pads of his fingers, and he kissed the top of her shoulder.

  “You’re so sensitive. I like that. Lift your other arm, baby. Lock your hands behind my neck. Yes, that’s good. Look in the mirror, Skylar. See how your breasts push out and wait patiently for my touch? Watch closely as I show you how much I adore you.”

  Chapter 14

  Maxim palmed Skylar’s generous breasts and gently squeezed before drifting down her ribcage. He slid a hand across her belly and gripped the soft mound of flesh. Besides her breasts, he thought this was the sexiest part of her body. She was a ripe, feminine woman and his cock kicked in agreement. He dragged his thumb across her bellybutton as he pushed his face into her beautiful hair and inhaled. Her soft responsive moans were steadily unraveling his control. Her head lolled back onto his shoulder, and he felt her gradually relaxing.

  “Ah, Maxim. I love feeling your hands on me. Talk to me again. Your voice makes me shiver every time I hear it.”

  Maxim could feel the slight undulation of her ass against his thighs and her back arched away from his belly. He licked along her neck and let his hands drift lazily down the center of her stomach until the tips of his fingers were just under the edge of the delicate thong. Her breath caught, and he whispered into her ear.

  “I’m going to touch you now, Skylar. Watch.” He smiled when her body shuddered and her head lifted slightly. He pushed his left hand over the sheer material and captured the inside of her thigh, right at the V of her leg. The other slipped under the material, grazed across her smooth, bare mound, and encountered what he’d hoped he’d find. He breathed heavily against her ear and licked the lobe.

  “Oh, yes. You just made me very happy, Skylar.” He pressed his thumb over the ball of her hood piercing and nipped her neck when she cried out. It was such a sweet sound and he wanted to hear it for the rest of his life. His eyes widened as he slipped lower and felt another small ball. It was a vertical bar piercing. Oh, hell yeah. He was going to make her come a thousand times if he had his way.

  Sliding further down, he slipped his middle finger into her hot sheath and moaned. She was drenched. Pulling out and upward, he focused on her extended clit and began a languorous and unrelenting tight circle rub against the hard bud, flipping across the top ball every chance he got. He had her panting and crying out within seconds. Her legs hooked the back of his calves and her thighs locked tight. She began to roll her hips and gripped his hair in a firm grasp. A light sheen of sweat coated her body.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. Feel the burn. Um, you’re so wet for me.” Sliding his left hand over, he pulled aside the thong and became mesmerized at the sight of her pussy lips tinged to a deep pink and swollen. He was having a hard time breathing when he spoke.

  “Look at yourself, Skylar. You’re so beautiful. Yes, drive your hips forward. Take what you need. I want to feel you come on my hand. Pushing two fingers deep inside, he kept up the relentless swirl on her bud with the other until her body strung tight and neared the point of exploding. He lowered his voice to a deep timbre.

  “Now, look at me. Do it.” When her piercing blue eyes flipped up and met his in the mirror, Maxim misted his buried fingers into a vibrating whirlwind of destruction. Her teeth slammed together and he breathed his demand into her ear, “Come.”

  Skylar arched backward and almost pushed him to the mattress. With her cry of completion filling the room and her muscles fluttering and clamping hard along his reformed fingers, he had to fight to keep from losing his seed. Flipping sideways, he rolled them over, pushed aside the drenched thong, notched his cock at her opening, and shoved inside. He cried out at the delicious feel of her muscles compressing tightly against the swollen head. She locked her legs under his ass and clung to his shoulders. He dragged her up the bed, pressed his forearms to the mattress, and braced his knees.

  She was deliciously slick and whenever her muscles released, he pushed further inside. Over and over he rolled his hips until he was almost all the way in. She was excruciatingly tight and a moment of fear struck him. He didn’t want to hurt her. Pushing up, he locked his arms and frantically searched her face for any sign of pain. What he found stunned him. She was smiling and then caught her bottom lip with her teeth. She grabbed his hair and pulled him back down until they were nose to nose. Her voice was husky and taxed.

  “Don’t you dare stop on me now, Maxim. I’ve never felt so full in my life. I feel you everywhere. You’re a damn beast.”

  Maxim recognized his bark of laughter as poorly timed, but he couldn’t help himself. She knew exactly what was riding her and he was ready to oblige. He leaned in and kissed her until he couldn’t breathe. Tearing away from her mouth, he pulled back and stared into her eyes, now hooded and glazed in passion.

  “I’m going to take you hard, Skylar. I can’t control myself. I’ve wanted you the second I laid eyes on you. Are you ready, baby? Talk to me.”

  She dragged her fingers through his hair until it was a black curtain boxing them into their own little world. She rolled her hips forward and took him further inside. He sucked in his breath at the slice of exquisite fire traveling his spine. She released his hair and ran her palm across his cheek.

  “I imagined you hovering over me like this. Your hair was moving across my skin like silk. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Take me, Maxim. I want to feel all of you. I know you won’t hurt me.”

  Encouraged by her words of trust, he pulled slowly out of her, slid the drenched thong off, and pushed gently back in, gradually slicking his flesh until he could begin the steady strokes that allowed him to finally seat fully inside of her. Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed up on his arms and looked down to her.

  “Hold on, baby.”

  Skylar grabbed his forearms, lifted her knees, and dug her heels into the mattress. With every surge forward, she rolled her hips to meet him. He could feel the tiny barbell on her clit dragging along the base of his cock and it broke his control. The pressure in his tightened sac became excruciating, intense, and exquisitely pleasurable. Over and over he pounded into her, gritting his teeth to the rolling waves of pleasure consuming every inch of his sensitive flesh. When her hands landed on his ass and squeezed, he groaned and fought harder to push her over the edge. He almost lost his steady rhythm when she spoke on a husky whisper.

  “That’s it, Maxim, right there. Oh, you got it, baby. Yes. God, you feel so damn good. Now, now, now. Ah, shit.”

  Maxim felt her moist walls flutter and he immediately shortened his strokes and slammed heavily into her. The sound of their slapping flesh released his barbaric side. He growled out his demand.

  “Look at me. I want to you see your face when you come for me. Open your eyes, Skylar.”

  Her lids flipped up and he groaned at the passionate, pleading look he received. Dropping to one elbow, Maxim concentrated all of his efforts into pushing his groin against her clit while he filled her to capacity. Her mouth parted on a gasp and he reached over, grabbed a nipple ring between his fingers, and gently tugged. The half-twist to the sensitive flesh had her back arching from the bed and she locked down tight on his throbbing flesh. Her breath released on a harsh rush. Repeatedly she gripped him like a vise, then released to a wave of soft flutters.

  “That’s it. That’s it. I feel you. Come on, baby. Let go. Ah, you’re so gods damn beautiful when you come.” Never stopping the steady roll of his hips, he battled the overwhelming need to spill inside her. His energy was screaming to exit his body, ripping through his muscles and threatening to bust his skin wide, but he wasn’t done yet. No, he wanted more.

>   “Another one, give me another one, Skylar.” Shoving his hand beneath her back, he palmed the top of her ass and pulled her closer. Relentless, he slid easily in her abundant juices and steadily worked her clit until she was writhing beneath him. Quickly learning the unspoken signs of her increasing excitement, he’d stop just as she was about to roll over the crest, take a few breaths to steady himself, then start the insistent strokes again until she was ready to peak at any second. Her ecstatic grunts and sensuous mewls of approval let him know he was dead on in his accuracy.

  Maxim felt his head bump into something hard. He blinked through the sweat dripping down his face, stunned that he’d fucked her right up to the top of the bed. Oh, yeah. It was time to bring it home. He grabbed the headboard and used it as leverage to tighten his strokes. The second she shouted out her pleasure and caught him in another tight hold, he slammed his mouth down to hers and drank it in. The kiss was brief as tingles slid up his spine, traveled through his gut, and lifted his ball sac tight.

  Cum rocketed through his shaft and exploded deep inside of her. Maxim ground out her name and tried to keep his eyes open. His upper body lifted away from hers, and he felt the wet strands of his hair slap against his back. His lips peeled away from his teeth and he shouted to the ceiling as another wave of pleasure rode him hard. It had to be the most intense, excruciating release he’d ever encountered.

  Over and over he came inside her blistering hot walls, leaving him helpless to stop the opening of his core energy. No, no, no! Not yet. She’s not ready. Between heavy pants and the internal battle with his errant energy, he could barely make out that she was speaking softly to him and running her hands across his cheeks, down his neck, and across his chest. He shivered and lowered himself on shaky limbs. His arms could no longer hold him aloft. Shoving them beneath her body, he enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest as she continued to milk every last drop of cum from his tingling balls.