Black

by Aria Cole

  “Maxwell…” I sighed as a second orgasm rolled through my system at his hands.

  “That’s it, baby. We’re going to have so much fun now.” He pulled me into his large body, tucking my head into that special place at his shoulder, making me feel warm and fuzzy with lust and bliss, a combination that I hadn’t known I was starved for until now.

  Maxwell Black entered my life like a lightning strike—unexpected, overwhelming, and dangerously thrilling.

  Fourteen

  Elle

  I woke the next morning to the sound of sexy, guttural grunts echoing down the hallway. I rolled like a cat, stretching, a slow smile creeping across my cheeks at the memory of his big body caging me in his arms last night, the raw purr that resonated in his deep voice that went straight to my clit. And love. Maxwell had said he’d loved me last night. Not in so many words, but it warmed my chilled heart all the same. And in the bright light of morning, I was surprised to find I loved him too. As quick as our courtship may have been, feelings didn’t lie. If I’d learned anything in twenty-one years, it was to trust my gut. And my gut was screaming for more Maxwell.

  Another grunt rattled my lovesick brain, followed by another, deeper one.

  Mmm. Maxwell was working out.

  I slid out of bed, planting my feet on the floor to find a glass of orange juice and two small pills on the side table. I twisted, thinking I did feel a little raw. My thighs, my ass, even my nipples felt raw and tingly, as if he’d just had his hands on me moments ago, not hours.

  Butterflies flitted wildly as I thought about his heavy length invading me last night.

  I was no longer a virgin. How did that make me feel? I’d feared feeling like a slut with morning after regrets, but with Maxwell… He cared. He was the first man in my life that seemed to really look at me and see me. I’d known that instantly about him. Like a bullet in my guts, I’d left everything inside me on the shiny wood floors of his beautiful little library downstairs and given myself over to him. So no, I didn’t regret a thing.

  I slipped the tiny white pills into my mouth and swallowed them with the juice before heading down the hallway towards the sound of the sexy outbursts. I turned the corner to find his large body lying across the weight bench, naked from the waist up, his abdomen etched like patterned bricks, tight and bulging with exertion as his thick biceps held a weighted bar over his head. He counted silently, a slight frown on his beautiful, rugged face, before a low sound emanating from somewhere down deep in his belly barreled out and he heaved the bar on the supports.

  He sat up quickly, his body agile despite its broad physique, then took long pulls from a bottle of water. I was suddenly conscious of standing in his small dining room, his decadently built body before me, grunting and sweating in the morning hours before one long drizzle of water trailed down his chin and throat, catching on one chiseled pectoral before trailing just past a nipple. Down the little drop went, between the narrow slice of sternum separating his rippling abdominal muscles. Arousal flooded my cotton panties as I sat watching that little rivulet make its way down his beautiful body. I’d never been so jealous of anything as I was of that tiny crystal ball of water in that moment.

  I swallowed, and without thinking twice, dropped to my knees, the glistening wood biting at my kneecaps as I crawled across the floor to him. His dark eyes flared for a moment before a hood of lust glazed and fell down the length of my body. His heavy palms reached out to thread through the long strands of my wild hair, his head pulling my gaze up from the thin cotton of his waistband. I wanted to yank his sweat-dampened shorts from his hips and reveal the key that unlocked the man of my dreams, the pleasure hidden between his powerful thighs.

  “What are you doing to me, Elle?” he growled, but his words were lost on my ears. My tongue darted out as my hands reached for his waistband, pulling the shorts down his thighs and revealing his heavy penis to my hungry vision.

  “Elle…” he started but trailed off when I kissed the tip of his tall erection. I grasped the base, marveling at its girth, much too big to wrap my palm around. I grinned, using my other hand to fist him completely before darting my tongue out to lick the tip, tasting the dot of pre-cum that had gathered there.

  A much darker groan than what’d radiated from his belly earlier fell on my ears and urged me on, flooding my cotton panties as his hands tightened in my hair.

  “Fuck, Elle!” he grit through clenched teeth when I sucked his penis into my mouth, covering it with my lips and hollowing my cheeks, sucking the best I’d imagined one should. I tasted the salty pre-cum as my insides grew molten with need for Maxwell Black. My hips began rocking without my realizing it, before one large palm slid past my waist and underneath the waistband of my panties to fist at my bottom. I sucked harder and quicker, cheered on by his moans of pleasure, before I felt his thighs tensing beneath me.

  Was I actually close to getting him off the very first time I’d ever given a man a blowjob? I grew giddy with my own proud excitement before Maxwell took me by surprise once again, his roughened fingers sliding past the cheeks of my ass to thrust between my legs and inside my soaked entrance. I moaned, my lips falling open in pleasure before his hand was at my collarbone and he was pushing me back to sit on my heels, two fingers sliding in and out of my body relentlessly while the other palm caressed my hot skin.

  “You’re not getting my cum so easily,” he said, his palms now running up my neck and caressing every heightened nerve I had. “You’re going to work for it today,” he challenged and I gasped as his thumb worked at the tight bud of my back entrance. “And maybe we’ll have a little fun too.” His beautiful eyes burned with desire and I knew instantly he had more planned, more I would enjoy. “Once I think you’ve done enough, I’ll give you my cum. When I decide.” His lips were near mine now, hovering closely, threatening a kiss, a bite; I wasn’t sure. I wanted him, either way. “How does that sound, beautiful?”

  I swallowed past the sexual energy eating the air up between us, the anxiety twisting my stomach over just what Maxwell’s words meant exactly.

  “Answer me.” Maxwell nipped at my earlobe, warning in his words along with barely bridled passion.

  “Yes,” I stuttered, uncaring what I was agreeing to as long as I would find Maxwell between my legs again.

  “Yes, what?” A confident grin flashed across his lips.

  “Yes, Maxwell.” My stomach twisted with desire on every word.

  “Good girl.” Maxwell’s lips finally connected with mine and he brought me to a swift and fast orgasm with his tongue. His thumb working the virgin rose at my back, his fingers invading the entrance between my thighs, and I was his. Completely. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

  Fifteen

  Maxwell

  My eyes devoured the soft curves of her body, all rosy flesh and creamy skin as she washed herself in my shower after I’d gotten her off with my tongue. She was decadent. The fad of wafer-thin models I’d never understood. From the beginning, it’d always been a turnoff. When my buddies’ eyes were trained on girls with short shorts and no hips, mine were focused on the girl with an ass that I could really dig my fingers into. Something that I could really fuck and not hold back. Without hurting…

  My thoughts flicked back to a time long ago, remembering what it felt like to be the victim of someone’s hand. I flinched and Elle’s hands were immediately running across my scalp and down my sinewy muscles, bringing me back to the present and soothing me back into focus.

  “Are you okay?” Her soft lilt sent my heart stumbling a few beats. I wasn’t used to a woman’s concern, or anyone’s, for that matter. It made me feel special for the first time in too long.

  “Better now.” I stepped out, wrapping her in the extra-large towel before circling her in my arms. She looked up at me, wide innocent doe eyes, and my mind eased a little. The anxiety of the past few years fell away and I was suddenly focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. Keeping her happy, that was my on
ly focus.

  Happy. It was a novel idea. I felt it in her warm eyes and her soft smile. She was mine, sent here to ease my untamed heart. I just had to be the man she deserved.

  “Will you tell me about the scar?” she whispered, catching me off guard as her fingertips whispered across the angry slash on my right cheek. My eyes flickered away as my thoughts were pulled back into the past, to a time I’d spent years trying to forget.

  “Someone hurt me a long time ago and I swore I’d never be the weak one again.” My fists tightened at her shoulders before I recognized that I might be hurting her and I released, clenching them instead at my sides. I swallowed the heavy feeling in my throat, thinking that at some point I’d have to tell her everything, but no way was that time now, not when I had her to worry about.

  “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” She was suddenly in my space again, her arms wrapping around my naked torso, the plain white towel at my waist the only thing keeping me in control. My body seemed to rage like a wild animal in her presence, while for the first time in so long, my mind seemed to quiet. It was peacefully quiet. I found being around her was like inhaling fresh air for the first time. She kept the angry beasts at bay. Instead of days consumed in the library and nights devoured by lifting weights to keep the demons at bay, I now had her.

  “That’s why I work out so much. I like to stay fit and strong. I don’t like feeling overpowered,” I mumbled, thinking I had to add something to help her understand, without sharing too much, too soon and scaring her, or worse.

  She only nodded thoughtfully before padding out into my master bedroom. Her gaze landed on her clothes, crumpled on the floor from last night.

  A grin cocked my lips, remembering what I had planned for today.

  “I’m not sure what you had planned today,” she said as if reading my mind, “but maybe I could run home and get some clothes?” She trailed off, holding the towel around her tightly.

  I grinned, shaking my head. “I’ve got plenty planned today, and none of it involves you wearing clothes.” I dropped my own towel at my feet. Her eyes glistened as she caught sight of my hungry cock saluting for her, ready for action.

  “Maxwell,” she uttered, her mouth falling into a soft O. I immediately wanted her lips wrapped around me again. My cock jumped, eager as ever at the thought. I’d have to get some clothes on if her reaction to my cock was that sexy.

  I pulled a pair of navy slacks up my legs, without underwear, thinking I wanted my cock close for relief with what I had in mind, then approached her. “Lose the towel and follow me,” I said, eager to get started.

  Elle’s soft eyes fell in shock, her gaze trained on the obvious outline of my dick in my trousers. “You’ve got a one-track mind, beautiful.” I smiled, thinking how sweet and innocent she’d been only yesterday, then after a night in my hands, she was the horniest little sex kitten I’d ever seen. I loved all the sides of her.

  I didn’t give her a chance to argue or pout. I stalked out of the bedroom, through the kitchen, then opened the door that led down the short flight of stairs to the library. I smiled when I heard the soft pad of her footsteps behind me. I didn’t check to see if she held the towel. She was a good girl; I knew she didn’t.

  Sixteen

  Elle

  I stood in the cold, shivering and naked in the dim light, wondering what on earth I was doing following a man down the back stairs without a stitch of clothing on into the public library on a Sunday morning.

  “We’re cleaning today.” The lights suddenly flicked on and Maxwell came around the corner, a few bleached white rags and a spray bottle in his hands.

  “What? Are you crazy?” My eyes flicked to the front window, thankful that at least the shutters were closed. No prying eyes could see me in all my naked, curvy glory. “You want me to clean? Naked?” I uttered, thinking I must be misunderstanding him again.

  “Mmm…” He approached and his fingers trailed between my legs, sliding between my still-damp lips and working slow circles at my burning clit. “Yes, I want you to clean naked. It’s easier for me to do this.” One long finger dipped inside and gathered more of my juices, swirling around my clit again and causing my stomach to swim with anxious butterflies. “And this.” His finger left my body and thrust deep into his mouth where he licked and sucked the glistening sex off his finger. “Now stop complaining.” He kissed me long and sweet on the lips and I tasted my own musk on his breath. That alone made me eager to do anything he said, coupled with his lips pressed to mine… He could make me his sexy slave and I’d be a willing participant. “Now get to work.” He landed a swift smack at my ass and arousal tore through me. I was suddenly desperately needy and so ready to play his game.

  “I told you I would make you work for my cum today.” He winked.

  “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of a little hard work, then.” I cocked my own head, then spun, pulling the rags and spray from his hands and dropping to my knees on the floor at his feet, my eyes sparkling. “Where should I start, Maxwell?”

  His eyes flared as they flicked up and down my body while I waited, my eyes landing at the bulge tenting his dark slacks. So thick and rigid, I could make out the crown of his erection. The engorged tip faintly outlined through the thick fabric had me so wet I half-hoped he’d see me bent over and, unable to control himself, he’d take me right here on the floor.

  I contemplated reaching up to grasp his length, at least nine inches in my estimation, and beg him to let me put it in my mouth again. I licked my lips before one large palm covered his length and he squeezed.

  He squeezed.

  My eyes nearly bulged from my head as arousal trailed down my thighs at seeing him hold his erection in his own hand. His eyes flickered with amusement when he saw the torture he was putting me through and he squeezed it again, adjusting it to stand straight up, the tip threatening to pop through the waistband at his navel.

  “Something got you distracted?” His gravelly voice sent shivers down my spine before he grabbed a chair and planted himself in front of the circulation desk, his hand still caressing his length from the outside of his pants.

  “Bend over.” He nodded. “Start cleaning.” His order sent shivers of desire through me before I obeyed. I sprayed and wiped the floor, feeling like his slave, relishing his eyes on my body. I dared not sneak a glance, fearful of his reprimand, yet craving his attention all the same. I twisted in another direction, the wood biting at my knees as I cleaned, thinking this would have been much easier with a mop, but then where would the fun be in that?

  He liked seeing me like this, and the truth was, I loved his hungry gaze on me, eating up my naked behind, seeing the sex glisten down my thighs. I wiggled my hips, chancing a glance his way.

  His heavy gaze was cast on me, his pants now undone and his erection tight in one fist, tugging slowly, enjoying his time watching me clean for him.

  “Don’t know how much longer I can take just watching you,” he grit, his eyes flashing to mine, then back to my round bottom. “So fucking sexy bent over, your pussy bared for me. You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart. Love seeing you so wet for my cock.” He pumped his fist up and down his length, pleasuring himself and sending shocks of arousal coursing through my body.

  I turned and crawled my way to him, desperate for contact, thinking the last twenty minutes had been long enough. I reached his heavy body, legs sprawled wide in the chair, his straining erection thick in his heavy hands.

  He was beautiful, like a Greek god sent here to drive me mad with lust. Turn the virgin into a whore; that was what Maxwell did. My hands trailed up the smooth fabric of his slacks before reaching his knees, relishing every hard, angled inch of him.

  His eyes watched me, riveted, one corner of his mouth twisted up in a sexy half smile. “Come sit on me,” he purred in a throaty voice that had my nerves buzzing with anticipation.

  I crawled up his body, feeling his roughened fingers make contact with my waist, thinking
how he’d shamed me by making me clean his floor naked, and how I was repaying him by letting him have me. The real me. For the first time ever, without my mess of a life haunting me, I could be here, with him, living in the moment. No one had given me that gift before.

  His hands gripped my hips as he positioned me above him, hovering over his giant erection, before I slowly eased down onto it. His head fell back, exposing his throat to my hungry lips. I felt the stretch and pull of my muscles around his length. I trailed kisses up his throat and around the stubbled, cut-steel of his jaw. My fingers dug into his shoulders when his hips jerked, feeling him stab inside me with slow, decadent precision.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered before his hand was in my hair and arching my own neck back so he could repay with kisses across my collarbone, up the hollow of my neck, sucking on the delicate flesh beneath my ear lobe.

  I sighed, enjoying the feel of him inside me before his fingers tightened, holding my hips in place as he took control, thrusting harder, his pants more ragged and his eyes alive with passion. “I don’t know what brought you here, but I’m never letting you go.” I felt him swell further inside me, growing impossibly thicker before one of his rough thumbs slid between us and connected at my clit. I choked on heaving breaths as he swirled and pinched, his fingers and his words urging my orgasm on until the feelings running through me were nearly unbearable.