by Lying Eyes
“Oh Max! You make bodies simply beautiful.” She held her heart and placed her other hand over her forehead but she was actually serious.
He pointed at her. “You are such a sarcastic smart-ass.”
“I do my best, really.”
“I can see that.” He rubbed up against her as he reached around her to place his watch on the dresser. “I hope you can feel how much I admire your spunk.” He kissed her shoulder and pressed his length against her.
“I had room service set up dinner in my room.” She glanced down at his cock standing forward now but she wasn’t going to make the first move. He turned her down one too many times and now she was shying away from making the first play for virgin sex. No, if he wanted her, he would need to sweep her off her feet. The decision was reached while he was out with Franco.
“It’s fine.” He smiled. “Are you hungry?”
“No, not really.” She was nervous. “Uh-oh.” She blinked. “Should I worry about anything here, Max?” For some reason his peculiar demeanor only struck her as odd right then.
“I don’t think so. Should I?” He frowned.
“He got to you.”
“He probably got to both of us, in one way or another.”
“Franco didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know or…suspect.” She reflected back on her dinner engagement the night before.
“Are you sure about that?” He rubbed his neck and narrowed his gaze. He looked like a man with too many concerns. “Because Audra, I never want to do anything to hurt you and I don’t want you to have doubts.”
“I’m positive.”
“My past doesn’t bother you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she suggested.
“And if you are, asking that is, I want you to know it bothers me that you guard your past, at least with me,” he said thoughtfully. “And Franco suggested that I don’t know the real you. So I want to know, do I have the façade, a sliver of who the world sees too, or do I get the whole sweet package—the real you?”
“Well, so much for flipping through the conversation without touching on the uncomfortable.” She glared at him before she answered, still determined to protect her privacy, shelter her secrets. “It’s better to guard your past than flaunt it, don’t you think?” She took the dig full of dirty little reminders.
“Not always,” he grumbled.
“I’m a twenty-four year old virgin,” she snapped. “That’s sad but hardly worth talking about. There’s nothing specific I can think of that convinced me to keep my legs closed while keeping all young men with hard dicks locked out, if you know what I mean. No, nothing comes to mind.” But she was lying now. She’d been tempted several times over the last two years and would’ve taken the plunge if not for one man—Max.
“Sarcasm will truly get you everywhere, Audra. Really, it will.” He winked. “I’m not talking about your tight snatch issues. I plan to resolve those later today, tonight…within minutes.” He jerked, most likely from the thought of it. “There’s more to a woman than who she’s had in her bed.”
“Well, I certainly hope so.” She rolled her eyes and released a sigh of relief.
“I was talking about your father…and probably your mother.”
“That’s not a topic open for discussion on any level, Max.” Her lips formed a tight line and it held. She wasn’t going to discuss them.
Max pointed to the sofa before he walked over and sat down. She didn’t follow him but he patted it indicating he wanted her to join him. “Come here, Audra.” His voice was firm, demanding.
“I’ll stay right here.” She swallowed tightly, reading too much or not enough into Max’s tone and expression. “If you’re going to send me away again, the least you can do is let me stand here so I can bolt back to my room after you do.”
“I’m not going to send you anywhere but I’d really love it if you’d sit with me for a minute.”
“Max…”
“Audra…” Amusement danced across his face.
“Fine.” She sat down beside him.
As soon as her bottom hit the sofa, he pulled her against his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder before he kissed the top of it. “The white dress was too much.”
“You think so?” She smiled. “I forgot about the dress.”
“I didn’t, and yes, I do—way too much.” He smirked. “And the slit up the side all but invited guests. Mainly, me.”
“Hmmm…then I got your attention.”
“You just about got a stiff one in some dark corner, too. Heaven help me, you did.”
“Coming from you, that’s good to know.”
“I’m hooked, what can I say?”
Looking up at him then, she almost believed him.
“Max, were you planning to use me for…” She stopped herself because to voice it all, to spill her deepest fears, wasn’t a smart move.
“No, it never crossed my mind.”
She nudged him with her elbow. “That hurt to admit, huh?”
“Not at all.”
“Really?”
“Not even a sting.” He lowered his forehead to hers and nibbled her lower lip before pulling her in for a hotter kiss—better than the first.
She stopped the progress by placing her finger on his lips. “Then why have you shoved me away and then pulled me back only to push me away again?”
“If you can’t figure that one out, then I guess we’re both in trouble here.”
“You’re falling for me.” She snuggled closer to him. All of her life she’d heard the old adage of ‘knowledge is power,’ and while she was a smart woman, she never understood the magnitude of it until now. The awareness of Max’s feelings for her made her heart soar.
“Looks like it.” He held her tighter.
“But it only appears that way though, right?” She wanted to kick herself for sounding so insecure and thank goodness her phone rang to break the tension.
“You’d better get that.” He popped her with a kiss again.
“I’ll let it ring.”
“It’s probably important. I heard Today in Poker wanted to interview you.”
“Really?” She jumped up and quickly sprinted across the room. “Don’t move! I’ll be back.”
“Audra?”
She didn’t miss the power of suggestion implied in the simple stating of her name and she turned back to see if she read it correctly.
She did. Thank God.
“I will be waiting.” He stood up and began to undress before her very eyes.
Damn the caller’s timing. She was a woman with loving a man on her mind and oh, how she planned to love him for as long as he would let her.
* * * *
She hung up the phone and slipped into something more appealing. A very hot and sexy man waited for her in his room. The whole area was lit up like a lover’s cavern. Candles she’d never spotted before were aflame throughout the suite. Champagne glasses were bedside and tiny bubbles still floated and danced around the rim.
“Oh, Max.” She tried not to cry but at that moment, a good tear-spill was kind of like a basic need. “It’s perfect.”
Gently curved behind his neck, a muscular arm unfolded immediately and reached for her. A thin cotton sheet barely offered refuge for a man stout with anticipation and the true gift of a ready lover. Holy smoke, one smoldering look her way and she was set on fire, just burning for his touch.
She came to a sudden halt before she made it to the bed. “Can I stand here and gawk?”
“Bashful little gal, aren’t ‘cha?” He moved the sheet back and she felt the flush of heat from there.
“Oh…my…God.”
“Honey, you’ve seen it before. Want me to remind you when, where and how?”
She stepped closer, ready for a more thorough inspection. To think she had held—no sipped, no that wasn’t it either—sucked that into her mouth! Now, her breathing picked up, she was certain her heart skipped beats, her lungs thr
eatened to collapse and her vagina was now under a red hot alert. “This is finally happening.”
His expression was somewhat peculiar, as if he read too much into what she never really said but meant all the same. “It’s too late to back out now. I won’t hear of it.” He chuckled before he reached for a clear tumbler and brought it to his lips. Slowly, he sipped. Scotch and water, if she had to guess. He brought sexy-hot back into the mere act of lips on glass.
“Are you sure? Third time is supposedly a charm,” she quipped.
“I played sports and where I come from, you struck out with three. What did our boy say?” Max realized, no doubt, the caller was Franco.
“You still don’t like him.”
“I like him fine now that we understand one another.”
“Really, Max.” She took a step or two closer and then asked a question she meant to ask the first night Franco appeared at The Rio. “What if Franco had been someone like an ex-boyfriend?”
“I would’ve found a buddy of mine and we would’ve shown him the historic tunnels under these casinos. You know, help him disappear into the darkness of them.” He chuckled, took another drink, and released it with an “Ahh…”
“Be serious.”
“I am—dead serious.” He winked. “And I like the gown.” He now focused completely on her.
See-through material, what was not to like? She didn’t boast though. It was perfect for a first meeting in the bedroom. A lace lining around the top was tied with a pretty little lavender ribbon and the short length proved he didn’t have to hike the silky fabric up in order to take what he wanted. He only needed to slide on by. She shivered as she let go of the passing thought.
Her eyes met his and for a second, she thought about defying what she first wanted to say. She almost pushed the words aside but the way he looked at her then, well, it just seemed like the appropriate time to find out.
“Max, can I ask you something?”
He looked at her breasts, back into her eyes and then brought her in for a lover’s long-awaited kiss, complete with a searching tongue and heavenly mouth before he reluctantly released her. “Sure. But make it quick.” He pushed up against her. “I don’t have time to provide a how-to or FAQ for beginners. I prefer show and feel versus the traditional show and tell.” The most exquisite hungry growl left his mouth then and he quickly added, “I want to start from scratch, because darlin,’ winging this with you is going to be the ride of my life.”
The hint—he provided well, too well, in fact. He swelled with the proof tapping and then rubbing against her hip.
“You’ve been afraid I might disappoint you, haven’t you?” She swallowed then. “You know, ruin the illusion...”
Oh, heaven help her, if he didn’t quit looking at her like she was a precious metal, she was going to come on command. Just his dark eyes gazing into her own now made her feel like a new woman and she was anything but completely renovated. No, not yet. He still had a lot left to do in that capacity.
It only took him a second to reassure her. His mouth felt like hot molasses. He pressed the sweetest of kisses down her chest and over her belly. His smooth hands lifted the silky material before his mouth searched out certain points of pleasure on her lower back. The tingling sensation made her crazy in all the wrong places with all the right involvements to really get a woman going.
He strained against a victorious smile before pulling her against him. Hot kisses covered her neck and then he pampered breasts with more affection than a mere virgin in her twenties should’ve been capable of enduring. In fact, most women would grovel for cock by the time a man like Max finished with them. She didn’t, but oh how she would.
A few minutes with him and she’d slurp or meow or anything he wanted her to do, even if it meant bending over on all fours. Any way he wanted her, she was his to have.
His soft eyes offered more reassurance. A flick of his wrist and the top of her gown never so much as existed. It fell to her waist. Velvet hands smoothed the material over her hips and thighs.
“And here I thought you liked the idea of a see-through teddy.”
“When it comes to you, I’m more of a flesh on flesh kind of man.” He nipped at her mouth then and touched her tongue with one sweet kiss after another. “Wanna know what else I am, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.” No! No! Surely, she didn’t sound so wasted away on the idea of being loved by him. Uh, yeah, she reminded herself quickly, she did.
“I’m hungry baby, so damn hungry.” The words inspired a moist mouth because once he captured her lips again, it was all over from there. No more talking. It was a waste of air and totally unnecessary, just the sounds of pleasure—that’s all they needed. The slapping of bodies and a little skin-on-skin as he suggested earlier.
An answer to her question didn’t serve a purpose and wasn’t immediately granted. He seemed too fascinated by every inch of skin he kissed. In fact, his oral massage drove him forward with each new introduction. The kisses roughened and his hands began to fumble some, proving he wanted—no, needed—as much as she wanted to give.
Lost in their kiss, she jerked when he growled and moved his mouth to her ear. At the same time, he guided her hand and fisted it over his cock. He held it tight with the initiated sudden stroke. “I need to feel you.” His voice was husky.
“Ah…we finally agree on something.”
* * * *
“I need you to promise me something.” His voice cracked as her back continued to arch forward when he moved away.
She kissed him. “No, not now…nothing extra now. Please Max, only this.” Her hands grabbed at his hair. She tore away from him with a wild look of adventure suddenly piercing through her eyes. “Don’t say anything to stop it, nothing…please, Max.”
“Nothing.” He felt a pain rip through his gut. Franco’s warnings, his smirk and confidence—was Audra playing him? Was it possible to read more into this than what existed? He hoped, and prayed, Franco was wrong because her touch, her body, and God, her mouth—he wasn’t going to be able to handle it if he allowed himself to love only to have her walk away from him in the end. He waited almost too long to feel this, anything even close to this.
He grabbed her quick then and brought her crashing against his lips with reassurance and oaths all at the same time. “Audra…” His breath quickened. She only pumped his cock slower, like time would never matter, and maybe it wouldn’t as long as he stayed in her arms. Maybe passing seconds with her was all he needed to feel more like a man. Her mouth opened for him, for a mind-blowing mouth meeting that would only win her more praise from him later. She completely destroyed him then and it didn’t take the act itself to bring on his confession.
Fingers latched together, held there by glue that never existed but would forever bind them if he didn’t punch the brakes right now. But there wasn’t a way to stop this, nothing and no one could save him from her. She floated around him as if she occupied a familiar space and already knew her place was in his arms.
A question still lingered in the distance with an answer all but hanging over them. “I’ve been waiting on you to find me since you left me in Memphis, Audra. There’s no way you can disappoint me because you’re here with me now.” He studied her face, waiting for a sign but this time, she didn’t supply it in words. Instead, she found another way—one guaranteed to bring on pleasure.
Her body moved over him like a sudden storm. Shapely legs were on either side of his hips and while she kept the distance between them, she definitely let him know where she was—right over him—and close enough to get the kind of fitted connection they both craved. Her center scraped at the tip and then moved to his belly and back again. Ah, if she wanted to make him hurt and want—lust took on a more delicious meaning by the second.
Delicate rose-colored lips casually slanted right above his own but not just any mouth puckered and waited. It was her mouth, the one he found eager and hot every time he dipped in for another simple kiss.
Tongues fought for full control and he enjoyed the art of kissing more than a man should. Her mouth held his in an intimate understanding, taking and giving, staying and holding, but her eyes, God help him, they witnessed it all. She didn’t see into his soul and his heart but bypassed the two on a search for something far more intimate.
Even though he made love to her mouth with an attentive kind of oral pleasure, he continued a flashback to his twenty-four month obsession. Watching her in tournaments and craving the taste of her until he felt shamed by the way he seemingly stalked a young woman from afar. The words spoken and glances, stolen ones or exchanged, would never allow them the need for further confirmation. He needed her to make the move. She needed to decide or maybe not—maybe he just needed to show her what she’d been missing.
Her body shifted then and heaven help him, he could’ve let her slide on down but sometimes a man just needs to taste his woman, claim her with a pleasing tongue before he rides her with his cock. Once his hands moved to her forearms and she was positioned high above him, he didn’t regret the instant decision.
“Max, no!” She wiggled from his grip but he held her firmly against his mouth.
“Audra, yes!” He swiped her whole center for his first taste of honey and it wasn’t just pure and hot but divine and sleek. Holy hell, a woman who tasted as good as Audra didn’t need to fuck a man, she only needed to spread open and enjoy him in a way a man enjoys a virgin most. Good God, she was pure.
His mouth covered her with adoration in every swipe. He licked her with a tongue ready to finish the deal but she moved too quickly to the side. Rolling, he chuckled, but followed her and with her knees bent, she pressed the soles of her tiny feet against the mattress, he looked up with a swear. “Damn woman, if you think you can get away that easy then you don’t need to worry about reading players, you don’t even know yourself.”
Her mouth opened, ah, but words wouldn’t fall then. No, to say something, imply anything would leave her too far out of reach and right now she wanted it—the quiet moment before the waves crashed around her. She stared at the ceiling with a spectacular and yet damning expression across her face. She belonged to him if she never belonged to another. He must be doing something right.