Simply The Best

by Denyse M. Bridger

  "You're wet already, baby,” he informed her with a smile.

  "I feel like that's a perpetual state around you, Max,” she replied. Forcibly pushing away her fear, Kaylee left him to sit on the bed. She inched backward, her eyes never losing his, until she was in the center of the large bed. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows. “Max?"

  "Anything you want, baby."

  "I want you to lick my pussy, while I suck your cock."

  He unzipped his jeans and quickly got rid of everything he was wearing. Then he joined her on the bed. He settled on his back and when she bent to take his pulsing dick into her mouth, he positioned her knees on either side of his head and held her hips, easing her down until his tongue made contact with her wet slit. The combined sensations was electric, the taste of her and the scent of her arousal, and the riotous waves of ecstasy that began in his cock and washed into every part of his being. She was sucking hard, and he matched her intensity when he caught her hard clit between his lips. She tensed and for a moment, Max felt her pull back from him.

  "Forget my dick, baby,” he ordered. “Just sit up and let me get you off."

  She did, carefully, and his tongue slid into her dripping slit, lapping and sucking as he pulled her closer to the edge of orgasm. When his tongue started to flick relentlessly at her clit, she moaned his name, then her body tensed and pleasure exploded through her like a burst of flame. Max continued to work his tongue in and out of her clenching pussy, until she finally fell forward, then slid sideways off him and onto her back.

  "God, Max!"

  "We're not done yet, baby,” he assured her and she opened her arms to him when he claimed her lips in a hard, hot kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue and sucked it deeper into her mouth as his body covered hers. He broke their kiss and looked down at her. “Say it, Kaylee,” he coaxed.

  "Fuck me, Max,” she breathed. “Hard and fast."

  "Again, baby,” he said.

  "Fuck me!” She went on saying it like a mantra as he thrust into her, his hard length pounding into her hungry pussy until she was writhing and bucking under him. “God, Max, I love your cock!"

  Max put his elbows on either side of her shoulders, kissed her forehead, then rose until he was balanced over her.

  "Watch my dick, Kaylee,” he rasped, knowing she could see him moving in and out of her body. “Your pussy is so wet I feel like I'm drowning in you, baby."

  She angled her hips upward and he thrust into her hard, hitting her g-spot and making her whole body convulse with pleasure. “Yes, Max. That feels so fucking good! Just keep doing that, honey."

  Max eased back enough to grab her ankles and put them over his shoulders, then he drove into her again as her spine curled to accept him. He knew when he pushed harder that he'd hit home again, her eyes almost rolled back in her head. Her body tightened around his shaft, muscles rippling, pulling him deeper. She was clenching so hard Max thought he'd go crazy if he didn't come with her, then he started driving into her, almost brutal he was moving so hard and fast against her. Her hips came off the bed and she screamed his name, over and over, while his climax hit and he poured into her in gushing spurts that made him shudder.

  He leaned down, careful to keep his weight on his elbows as her legs came to rest around his waist. Her hands moved over his back, caressing and relaxing his trembling body.

  "You're incredible, Max,” she whispered next to his ear. “More every time."

  "You're only saying that because I'm the first guy who's ever fucked you senseless.” Her laughter was like liquid sunshine, and his heart breathed easy for the first time in many days. When he would have pulled out of her, she tightened her legs around his waist.

  "No, Max,” she said, and kissed him softly. “I love the way you feel inside me."

  "I think I'm going to fall asleep on top of you, Kaylee,” he warned with a grin.

  "So go to sleep,” she answered. “I'm not moving."

  Max groaned and rolled over, taking her with him so she was lying on top of him.

  "Go to sleep, Kaylee,” he advised. “But when you wake up, I'll probably be fucking you again."

  "Promises, promises.” She put her head on his chest, and as his breathing evened into the easy rhythm of sleep, his heartbeat slowed and the steady thump lulled her to sleep, too.

  * * * *

  "Bit late for coffee, ain't it?” Tommy said with a smile as he joined her in the kitchen. Like the others, he'd been making himself scarce for several days; when Max and Kaylee were in the same room, they were uncomfortably blind to anyone else's presence. Amused, inwardly, Tommy had welcomed Max's surprising orders two days earlier. He'd stopped in to report to the Commander, only to discover the place was quiet as a tomb.

  Kaylee was alone, fully dressed, and her expression thoughtful as she stared at the almost blank page that was on the table in front of her. She dropped her pen and smiled when he entered. Once he'd poured coffee from the fresh pot she'd brewed, and joined her at the table, Kaylee indicated the mug he held.

  "Hell, this is what keeps me runnin', darlin',” he laughed quietly, answering the faint, indulgent reproach in her pointedly raised eyebrows.

  "Where has everyone been lately?"

  He chuckled softly. “Stayin’ out of the Commander's way, I guess."

  "Because of me?"

  She wasn't being coy or cute, and he nodded.

  "It was pretty obvious he wanted you here, and us somewhere else."

  She pondered his admission, then let it go at that. It wasn't difficult to understand why they'd be ill at ease around them; she and Max had spent an embarrassing amount of time in bed recently. They sipped at their coffee, the silence easy and companionable. He was startled a few minutes later when she spoke again.

  "Would you take me home, Tommy?” Her voice was still low and raspy, but clearer than it had been for days.

  "Shouldn't you discuss that with the Commander, honey?” he evaded with a smile. He had no aversion to complying with the request, he simply didn't want to be the one to face Max with her sudden disappearance if he didn't know about her wish to leave their headquarters.

  "Is it necessary to clear my plans with Max?” she countered with a teasing grin.

  Tommy shook his head.

  She leaned forward, elbows braced casually on the tabletop.

  "If I tell Max that I want to go home, he's going to want to go with me.” Tommy nodded in agreement. “He's made it so easy for me to stay here, Tommy. Safe and sheltered, not having to face anything alone, even myself. I think I need to know if I can live outside that safety net, don't you?"

  He held her eyes with his for several minutes, then smiled.

  "Where is he?"

  "Asleep."

  He hesitated for another second, then shrugged.

  "Get your stuff, darlin'."

  * * * *

  Less than an hour later, Kaylee was home. She was about to insert her key in the lock, when Tommy's hand closed on her wrist in light constraint.

  "There's a security system in place, Kaylee,” he told her when she questioned him with a look of astonishment. “It won't recognize you, because this is the first time you've been home since Max had us install it."

  "Max had you set up a security system for my new house?” It would have been a whisper of amazement even if her voice had been functioning above that pitch.

  Tommy nodded, and he stepped in front of her. He inserted the key in the lock, waited a moment, then the door opened on its own.

  "Let me show you how this works,” he suggested when they were inside the house. She was looking around as though she'd expected to find a high-tech invasion in her living room. He grinned in his lopsided, endearing way, and she raised her eyebrows.

  "Please, do."

  The entertainment cabinet that housed her video collection, VCR, and television, now had a new component. He flipped it open and gestured for her to come over to him.

  "Stand here,” he
instructed, then activated a scanner.

  "It's pretty simple, Kaylee,” he told her a few moments later, after closing the cabinet again. “The external cameras make automatic sweeps every five minutes; and the motion sensors will pick up anything that crosses them. With the house, you put the key in the lock, stand in front of the peephole, and it activates a retina scan. If the computer recognizes you, the door opens. If it doesn't, we'll know."

  "You'll know?"

  "The Commander wanted the system linked into our security,” he shrugged. “You've seen the way he drives,” he added with wry humor. “My guess is he'd get here quicker than the cops."

  Her smile was ironic, but her eyes twinkled with amusement.

  "Thank you, Tommy,” she said. “Would you like to stay for a bit? Have a late supper?” she added with wry humor.

  He suspected her need for company was born of lingering fear, so he took off his jacket and followed her into the kitchen.

  * * * *

  Kaylee dropped the last of her files into the open briefcase on her bed, snapped it shut, and went to place it next to the small suitcase by the door. She'd discarded the cane the previous day, and kept her progress careful to favor her still tender ankle. When she turned around, Max was framed in the doorway that led out to the patio.

  Her heartbeat escalated and she fought down the urge to laugh; his presence was as sudden and breath-stealing as it had been the first time she'd ever seen him. God, could it only have been a couple of months ago? Her body tingled with an awareness that no longer frightened her; thrilled her, yes, but, the shocking sensuality that she'd discovered in Max Richmonte's arms was something she now loved.

  Kaylee smiled and held out her hand to him.

  "I got your message,” Max told her when he'd come into the bedroom. His look went to the baggage beside the door.

  "My leave isn't over for another month,” she said softly. He knew that; he'd been the one to arrange for the leave of absence in which she could recover fully, without the intrusion of unwanted questions from her colleagues. “But I do need to go to San Francisco for a few days. Kevin is flying me up there in the morning."

  Max nodded, his eyes smiling.

  "Kevin is being very accommodating,” he noted blandly, though the teasing in his smile made her laugh, not take offense.

  "Kevin has been wonderful to me,” she agreed. “Because of his loyalty to you,” she added with a smile.

  "Not completely,” he denied softly.

  "Why don't you come with me?” she proposed. “My business isn't going to take long, and we could spend a few days together on my turf."

  Max looked closely at her, his gaze caressing every inch of her sensuous beauty. He wanted her, badly. Some part of him was already whispering a warning that he was becoming as emotionally needing of her as he was physically. His hand rose, sensitive fingertips smoothing the healing scar that began at the corner of her right eye and vanished beneath the flowing waves of her hair.

  "This happened to you because of your connection to me."

  Kaylee heard the pain in his voice. She didn't offer platitudes or denials. She merely nodded.

  "Yes, it did,” she acknowledged. “But it wasn't your fault, Max. None of it. At least now I can make an informed choice about being with you."

  He was hopeful.

  "What have you decided?” he asked. “When you had Tommy take you home without telling me, I thought you'd made your decision. When Marg told me you'd called, I was surprised."

  "I tried to write a note, explain, but it didn't make a lot of sense, and I couldn't find the right words anyway. I just needed to be alone for a bit, Max,” she assured him. “Time to think and feel safe again without your arms around me."

  Max nodded his understanding, and waited for her to answer the question he hadn't dared to ask.

  "I can't ... no, I won't,” she corrected emphatically, “let anger and fear be what rules me. I want you in my life.” Her eyes misted, blurring his cherished, handsome features for a moment. “I need you, Max. You make me feel alive, and it's been too long since I felt that way."

  "You know what I did, honey,” Max stated uncertainly. “I can't make any promises that there won't be other incidents, Kaylee."

  "I'm not asking you to,” she replied with simple, direct honesty. “Just be with me."

  Max reached for her, pulled her into his arms with sudden, fierce desire. Kaylee met his kiss with hungry ardor, and he embraced everything that had led them to this moment, focusing his total concentration on the ravishing, passionate woman he loved.

  "Are you coming to San Francisco with me?” She asked a short while later. They were standing in front of the patio doors, watching the surf pound the shore.

  "Did you think I wouldn't?"

  "Not really,” she laughed.

  "What time are we leaving tomorrow?"

  There was something in his tone that narrowed her eyes and she twisted in his arms and looked up at him.

  "Why?"

  "You're gonna be late getting to sleep tonight, I promise."

  "Why's that, Max?"

  He cupped one of her breasts and flicked at the hardened nipple beneath her shirt.

  "Well,” he murmured, “the last time I was in your bedroom, I spotted your plaything, and I've been imagining all the things we're gonna do tonight, Kaylee."

  "My ... plaything?"

  "Were you thinking about me when you were getting off with a dildo in your pussy, honey?"

  She blushed scarlet—just when she'd thought he couldn't shock her anymore.

  "What if I say no?"

  "Then I'll have to punish you for lying to me, because I know it was my dick you were dreaming about. Your pussy loves my dick, baby,” he told her, eyes dancing with mischief.

  "Max, you're up to something, aren't you?"

  He grinned.

  "Think of it as research for your next book,” he decided and scooped her up into his arms.

  "Research?” She repeated, her voice almost a gasp.

  "Yeah,” he nodded, “start thinking about how you're gonna describe what it feels like to have a vibrator in one hole, and the real thing filling your pussy."

  "You wouldn't?"

  His laughter wasn't inspiring confidence that he wouldn't do precisely what he'd intimated. She was torn between excitement and a thrill of fear. This was Max, though, and she suspected she'd be all but begging him to do whatever he wanted before long.

  "Undress for me, Kaylee,” he asked when he was sitting on the bed, eyes lazy.

  She smiled and started a slow strip tease.

  "You make me feel like I'm the sexiest woman alive, Max,” she whispered when she was down to nothing but her high heels.

  "Where's your toy, baby?"

  "In the drawer,” she pointed to the nightstand. Max leaned back and took it out, laughing when he saw the stain of embarrassment on her face.

  "Do you play with this often, honey?"

  "Not since I've had the real thing to amuse me.” She went to the bed and crawled to the center of the soft mattress. Max left the bed long enough to get rid of his own clothes, then he joined her.

  Kaylee sighed softly as she leaned into Max's kiss, the taste of his tongue waking about a million sparks of fire that burned along her nerve-endings as the pressure of his mouth grew hotter. His hands were everywhere, stroking and caressing her eager flesh. She gasped as their kiss ended and his mouth moved to her breasts, sucking intently on her nipples. She looked down and shivered at the sight of him licking her tits, his tongue moving all over the smooth mounds, coming back to their hard peaks to nibble, before laving them again.

  "Max?"

  "Stick this inside you, baby,” he asked, handing her the vibrator. “Fuck your pussy for me.” She flicked the switch that would make the thing pulse inside her and slipped it into her wet heat. He grinned at the slick sound as she worked it in and out with growing speed, her hips rising and thrusting. He dug around in th
e bedside table while he watched her, and found what he was looking for—lubricant. “Get on your knees, Kaylee."

  She handed him the vibrator and laughed when he licked it, then sucked it into his throat. He nudged her and she rolled onto her stomach and rose to her knees. She moaned loudly when Max stuck the vibrator into her with a suddenness that was startling. That thought dissolved into a wild surge of excitement when he started tonguing her tight hole while he fucked her with the dildo.

  "You know what I'm gonna do now, don't you, honey?” His voice was a growl of savage need.

  "Yes, Max,” she forced the two words out, barely.

  "Are you okay with this, baby?"

  "Whatever you want, Max,” she answered.

  Max took the vibrator out, opened the lube and applied it generously to the dildo, then he positioned it at her anus, pushing the sticky head into her body very carefully. She trembled, but didn't stop him, and he probed deeper.

  "It's okay, Max,” she rasped. “I want your cock, baby."

  He pushed the dildo into her ass and filled her in almost the same motion, and she screamed, not in pain but in raw, animal pleasure. Max's body surged with excitement and he started fucking her in earnest, moving the artificial cock in smooth precise rhythm to match his own dick. Kaylee was whimpering and writhing, his name pouring from her with each thrust of his hips.

  "Kaylee!” He was sweating hard and his breathing was almost strangled.

  "What?” It was a long, low moan.

  "I want to put my cock in your ass, honey,” he told her between labored gasps for air.

  "Then do it!"

  He slid the vibrator out and tossed it aside, then carefully angled his dick into her tight hole. The sensation of tight, tight heat almost made him pass out for several seconds.

  "Oh, Jesus!"

  "Fuck me, Max,” she cried. Her hand snaked under her and fingers started working her clit as he began to slide in and out of her backside, his strokes slow and contained. His moans of absolute ecstasy were as exciting as the sensation of his thick cock buried so deeply inside her. She was bucking against him seconds later when orgasm sent her senses exploding outward and Max's agonized groan was followed by a hot flood of warmth pouring into her.