“Aw, hell, Skylar. I’m on fucking fire. What are you doing to me?”
She lifted her gaze. His eyes practically glowed with passion. She gave him a lazy smile.
“Closer, baby. Bring that beautiful thing to me.” She could see chills racing along his golden skin. Her groin erupted into a searing inferno when he rolled his hips forward and dragged the head across her lips. She stared into his eyes and licked away the slick fluids he’d left behind.
His legs shook, and she felt him lock his knee into place.
Moving her arms away from his body, Skylar straightened her spine, locked her hands behind her back, opened her mouth, and slowly pushed her tongue out. He needed no further invitation.
Gently, the tip slid into her mouth and she felt his palm clasp the back of her head. He was trembling. She could hear his soft panting breaths as he tried to control himself. It would have been so easy for him to shove the monster to the back of her throat and fuck her mouth until she fought to breathe. Instead, he waited for her next move. Her heart opened a little wider and absorbed this beautiful man deep within.
Skylar flattened her tongue, closed her lips around the thick member, and gently rubbed along the bottom, learning the taste and feel of his flesh.
Fingers scraped along the back of her head, and he moved in a little further.
Releasing more saliva, she increased the pressure of her lips and lapped hard along the sensitive underside. As soon as another groan drifted through the night air, she slowly pushed forward, opening and compressing her lips until she had worked him to the back of her mouth. She swallowed, and his hand tightened in her hair. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Skylar aligned her throat and started a steady rhythm of sucking his cock. Moving backward on a hard pull and swiveling her tongue on the forward thrust, she had him hissing air between locked teeth.
Maxim’s hips got with the program when she swallowed each time he slid further down her throat.
“Ah, fuck, Skylar. You feel so good. Yes, do that…just like that.”
His low sensually accented words and the sounds of people walking by their sanctuary, sent spikes of pleasure through her pussy. Rolling her hips in harmony to his, she allowed the seam of her jeans to tease her barbell stud until she thought she might pass out. On the verge of coming, she increased her attentions to the man steadily pumping the flesh she was unable to take. The sight of his big hand working that thick rod sent tingles along her spine. She shot a hard hum up her throat and stilled. Her mouth was his now, and she waited for him to take over. He didn’t disappoint.
Over and over he pumped deep inside, pulling out of her throat at the exact moment she felt she couldn’t take another second, and sliding back to her lips to allow her a gulp of air before he shoved forward again. He was reading her body and adjusting to her needs. They were in sync and about to fall over the precipice together. He spoke, just as she craved to hear his voice again.
“Touch me, Skylar.”
She unlocked her hands, reached up, pushed her palm over his hip, and held on to his firm ass contracting and releasing with each steady thrust. The other cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. The finger sliding slowly along the seam directly underneath the tightened globes was his undoing.
“Ah, fuck!”
He erupted in her mouth, and she came just from the feel of his warm seed shooting down her throat. Pulling backward, she sucked hard and accepted everything he was offering, enjoying the firm clench and release of her muscles. She felt a wash of electrical tingles race across her flesh, as if something was trying to enter every pore in her body. Just as quickly as it had hit, it withdrew.
Maxim bowed over her and cradled her head in his hands, his breath rushing out in hard pants as he gradually unlocked his fingers from her hair. His cock slowly softened and she drew back, lapping at the tip before letting it fall heavily away from her lips.
Strong hands latched onto her arms and she lifted straight up his body. She clasped his biceps and felt him trembling. His mouth crashed over hers, and she willingly opened for him. His tongue was warm and insistent, pulling back just long enough to capture his breath and start again. He was overwhelming, virile, and she craved his touch. Skylar felt her emotions rise up and fall slowly over into an area she’d never tread. “Mine,” flew through her head and it felt right. Gradually, they parted, leaning back to look into each other’s eyes.
His breath blew hot across her cheek, and he blinked a few times, as if coming out of a dream.
“Skylar, you devastate me. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I thought I was going to lose my gods damn mind. You’ve broken me from all others. You understand that, don’t you? Tell me that you do.”
Nodding, Skylar closed her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers. The slamming of a car door snapped her back to reality. Reaching down, she pulled his jeans back up his hips. She leaned back and smiled as she watched him stuff the beast back into his pants, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. He was absolutely adorable. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over, picked up her bag, and dropped the rose inside.
“Maxim?”
He slipped his belt back into place and looked up. “Yes?”
She lifted the bag. “Take me to a hotel. I’ve got something to put on for you.” She smiled when a huge grin appeared and he snatched her hand. Skylar giggled as he dragged her out of the bushes, oblivious to the surprised stares of the people exiting the mall. The man was on a mission.
* * * *
Maxim helped Skylar out of the vehicle, grabbed their duffels, and made his way to the hotel room door. He couldn’t wait to get inside so he could find out what was in that mysterious black bag. Despite his overwrought curiosity, he’d made a detour to find a car rental agency so they could ditch the H3. The side trip also gave him time to recover from the session they’d had behind the bushes. His mind was still reeling over that one.
His little minx was full of surprises. He’d thought the mirror play had shot him to the top of his fantasy list, but the “we might get caught” scenario and best blowjob of his life had shoved him way past that. Finding out all the agencies were closed hadn’t hurt his feelings in the least, and he’d refused to keep looking after the second stop.
He set the duffels down and fumbled with the key card. Skylar tapped him on the arm.
“Give it to me.” She grinned and snatched it from his hand.
Maxim followed her inside and found the light switch. Tossing the duffels to the side, he stared at the king-sized bed. Oh, hell yeah. He looked up when she chuckled.
“You should see your face. It’s priceless. I hope I can live up to the expectation.”
Maxim snatched her up and hugged her close. One whiff of her building desire mixing with the freshness of her hair, and he had a hard time tempering his voice. It still came out deep and rumbling.
“Baby, if you have a burlap bag with holes cut out for the arms, I’m going to be just as excited. Whatever it is, I’ll have you out of it as soon as possible. I want what’s beneath.”
She squeezed him back and lifted her head. Her gorgeous blue eyes searched his face.
“Damn, Maxim. You know exactly what to say to relax me. Now, let me go throw this burlap sack on so I can model it for you.”
He laughed and popped her on the ass as she bent over to retrieve the bag.
She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and slipped into the bathroom. Before he could blink, she opened the door and held out a small, paper sack.
“I almost forgot. Here, you’ll know what to do. When you’re done, I want you sitting in that chair in the corner, naked or not. Your choice.”
Puzzled, he accepted the bag and grinned when she waved and closed the door. Peeking inside, he smiled and made his way over to the nightstand. He pulled out two thick candles, set one on a thin, glass tray she’d included, and lit it. When the other was burning on the opposite stand, he flipped the lights off. The room muted to a soft glow, and the sub
tle scent of vanilla wafted to his nose. Perfect.
Eyeballing the big chair she’d indicated, he sat on the bed and pulled his boots and socks off, tossing them to the side. His shirt was next. Once he parked himself in the surprisingly comfortable seat, he drummed his fingers on his thigh and waited. His mind immediately kicked into high gear. What in the hell is in that sack? Is it a silky teddy…maybe a see-through nightie? He cursed when his phone rang.
“What!”
“Love you, too. Where you at?”
“Fuck, Cato. Now’s not a good time.”
“Then why’d you answer, dumbass.”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
“Ah. I catch you in the middle of something with your female?”
“You got that right.”
“Well, turn off your damn phone. I can tell you’re new to this mating thing.”
“Bite me.”
“Nope, I’ll leave that up to your woman. Just letting you know that I’m heading to the vortex with Luna. The Trejani and the Filia left already. Severus and Cassie were with them. Didn’t want you worried if you couldn’t find any of us. Kallon’s leaving later tomorrow, so contact him if you need something.”
“Got it. I’ll be heading there tomorrow as well.”
“I’m taking it that Skylar is aware of us now? Luna can save her speech?”
Maxim chuckled. “Yeah, she’s cool. I have a lot to tell you, but you’ll just have to wonder until I get there. You’re going to freak the fuck out. Hell, the emperor is going to be scratching his head over this one.”
“Give it up, sounds intriguing.”
“Hell, no. Doesn’t feel good does it?”
“Fuck. I guess I deserved that one.”
“Yep. Later, cuz.”
“I’m out.”
Maxim turned his phone off and chunked it on the dresser. He looked down, amazed his dick was still huge and pressing hard to escape his jeans. He tried to get in a comfortable position, but quickly gave up.
“Fuck it.” He jumped up, peeled them off, and tossed them over by his shirt. Settling back into the chair, he chuckled. Damn, she’s not going to be guessing how I feel.
Maxim looked up when he heard the bathroom door open. Expecting to find her standing in the doorway, he was surprised to see she’d turned off the light. He could barely make out a figure standing further back within the shadows. Gods damn, that female sure knows how to make me sit up and beg. He couldn’t wait to see her.
His breath caught the second she drifted into the room.
Chapter 20
Maxim sat up and felt his cock kick hard against his belly. If he didn’t get control quick, she was going to watch him shoot his load all over the carpet like a gods damn teenager. He grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed. Fuck me!
The ethereal beauty that had emerged left him panting for air. She was glancing slowly around the room as if he wasn’t there, and letting him look his fill. She’d pulled her beautiful hair into a loose, messy bun. Artfully freed tendrils of wispy curls dangled down her long, elegant neck. The thought of even touching his lips against the smooth curve to her shoulder had him moaning in anticipation. The masterpiece gracing her body had him clenching his teeth as he fought from falling to his knees to beg for mercy.
She wore a Victorian era chambermaid outfit. Well, more like the “Oh please come over here and sit on my face” version. Sheer white fabric lined with a border of delicate lace draped seductively along the lower edge of her creamy shoulders. The material angled down into a wide, deep V and drew attention to the shadows and curves of her voluptuous breasts. He could clearly see her dusky-pink nipples puckered into hard points and the shiny silver half-ring piercings. His mouth watered, and his eyes drifted lower.
A silky, black corset hugged her curvy body from just under her generous breasts to her bellybutton, and tied down the center with a thin, white ribbon, He swallowed hard. I’m going to rip that open with my teeth. Fuck it. I’ll buy her another one. Tearing his eyes away, he continued his enthralled perusal. Attached to the decadent corset, the same sheer fabric as the bodice fell as a small, curved apron to the top edge of her firm thighs. Beneath, he could see a black thong hugging her gorgeous hips and hiding her hairless pussy. The black thigh-high stockings and stilettos had him flopping back against the chair and gripping himself even harder. He willed his breath to slow and clasped the armrests before he snapped the poor thing off.
With wide eyes, he watched her glide slowly up to the nightstand on the far side of the bed. He blinked in confusion until he finally understood she gripped a pink feather duster in her hand. She made a few swipes across the surface and then focused on the lampshade. Her breasts gently swayed with each purposeful movement. She was absolutely gorgeous, completely ignoring him, and definitely playing with him. Gods damn, how did I get so lucky to have this fascinating female as my mate? Relaxing at the thought, he sat back to enjoy the show.
He smiled when she shook her head and frowned when noticing his clothes thrown all over the floor. She walked casually over to his boots, turned, and bent at the waist to pick them up.
Maxim sat straight up in the chair. There wasn’t a back to the bottom half of the outfit. Only the long tails of a white bow framed the creamy butt cheeks. The thong seductively lined the seam of her plump ass, and he fought the urge to jump from the chair to get his hands on that delectable flesh.
One by one, she leisurely retrieved his clothes, folded them, and repeated the sexy pose. The pressure in his balls grew so tight he couldn’t stop the low groan that escaped his lips.
Skylar halted, still bent at the waist and gripping his shirt in one hand. She glanced nervously around the edge of her knee. Her eyes widened and she jackknifed up, swiveled around, and clenched the T-shirt to her chest.
“M’lord. I dinna see yuh there. Shall I leave?” She blinked rapidly and her bottom lip quivered.
Maxim felt more juices leak from his cock. Her voice was husky, and the slight accent shot fire through his balls. Gods damn! She’s gorgeous. When she didn’t move, he tried to get his shit together. She wanted to play, and he was sitting here like a mute. Leaning back in the chair, he slowly opened his legs, and grasped the base of his cock. He made two lazy strokes up to the head and back. He purposely deepened his voice when she gasped and lowered her eyes to the carpet.
“Stay. You need to clean this room. I was very disappointed when I found it like this. Put my shirt away and continue your duties.”
Skylar quickly bobbed her head and tried to fold the shirt. She dropped it several times, constantly peeking up to him with fright in her eyes as she retrieved it. He caught on quickly.
“Leave it! I tire from watching your clumsiness. Pick up your duster and clean the cobwebs from the curtains. Do it.”
Placing the shirt aside, she snatched up the duster and walked on trembling legs over to the curtains. She lifted her arm and flicked at the material. He watched as she gradually curved her spine inward and pushed her rump and breasts a little further out with every swipe. Her profile was breathtaking. It was his turn to play now.
Throwing a leg over the arm of the chair, Maxim slumped back against the cushions and slowly stroked his cock. She flinched as soon as he spoke.
“You’re not doing it right. Perhaps your clothes are too binding. Pull the top down and free your arms.” When she hesitated, he deepened his voice to reflect his anger.
“You try my patience, girl. Do you intentionally ignore my wishes?”
Skylar lowered her arm and shook her head, eyes still focused on the curtain.
“No, M’lord.”
“Then do it now.”
Quickly, she pulled at the bodice until her arms were free and the wispy material hung loose around her waist. She straightened and stared ahead, awaiting further instructions. A wave of fire moved through his groin, and he stopped stroking his burning flesh. Fuck, I’m not going to make it.
“Clean the drapes. Let’
s see if that helped.”
Slowly, she lifted the duster and began an upward sweep across the material. With each movement, her voluptuous breasts jiggled and swayed. Lifting the other arm, she placed her palm against the wall and moved closer to the curtains. Higher she moved until her nipples were scraping across the material. She stood on her toes, straining to reach the top. When one stiletto lifted from the floor, Maxim knew he was lost.
His eyes traveled down her body, enjoying how her cute nose tipped slightly up at the end, the full bottom lip caught in her white teeth, the graceful curve of her throat, the gentle slope of her back, the roundness of her ass, and the way her thigh tightened as she tried to remain aloft. She was spectacular. He cleared his throat several times before he could speak.
“Enough. Get rid of the duster.”
She straightened, lowered her arms to her sides, and let the pink bundle of feathers fall to the floor.
“Come here.”
Maxim slid his leg off the armrest, leaned forward, and watched closely as she made slow, hesitant steps in his direction. Her breathing had increased, and her body trembled. The rings twinkled against her gorgeous nipples, and he knew he had to feel them slide across his tongue. When she stood between his widened knees, he looked into her eyes. They were wide with anticipation, light pools of piercing-blue sensuality searching for his next move. He slowly relaxed back against the cushion, giving her a full view of how she affected him. He softened his voice.
“Do you know what your other duties are, my lovely, sweet dove?”
She shook her head, swallowed hard, yet remained silent.
“You’re to do exactly as your master orders. Do you understand?”
She blinked a few times, and he could hear soft pants issuing between her beautiful lips. She cast her eyes down to the carpet and a wash of tingles traveled across his skin.
“Yes, M’lord. What would you have me do?”
He patted his thigh. “Lift that pretty apron and sit upon my lap.”
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