He picked up his wine and headed to the kitchen. Anna walked in as he searched for a corkscrew in her kitchen drawers.
“Forget the wine tonight, Max.” She moved toward the stove and fussed with the rice.
Her skirt brushed the top of his shoe. Anna liked full broomstick skirts with lots of color, and spandex T-shirts one size too small. Like the one she was wearing at the moment. The red fabric cupped each breast tightly. Blood rushed to his groin at the sight of her taut nipples beneath the spandex.
“I told ya we were having margaritas.”
Yeah, she had. That’s why he brought the wine. Anna always got a little wild when tequila and triple sec were involved. And the thought of Anna out of control was too arousing to him.
“So, you going to tell me about your big breakup with the writer?” He leaned against the counter as she pulled out her blender.
She rolled her eyes. “Artist, Max. And there isn’t much to tell. He kept talking about moving to Athens, so I gave him a little push. I picked up some strawberries from that little place over in Valdosta where you can pick them right off the plant. Should be wonderful in the margaritas.”
Anna opened the refrigerator and bent at the waist looking for the strawberries. The outline of her ass held him momentarily speechless.
Think, Chandler, think. Get some of the blood back to your brain.
“Did you tell your folks?”
She retrieved the strawberries and set them on the counter. “Why would I tell them I found great strawberries for the margaritas?” She padded, barefoot as usual, to her pantry and started pulling out bottles of liquor.
“No, I meant about Brett.”
“Brad, and no I didn’t. Why would I?”
“You broke up with your boyfriend.”
“Max, really. Mom and Dad don’t take any of the men I date seriously.”
“Neither do you, Anna.”
She opened the bottles of margarita mix and liquor and started to work.
“Don’t start on me, Max. I’m only twenty-seven. I’m not an old man like you.”
“You’re almost twenty-eight. And I’m only four years older than you.”
“You were born old.” Anna began cutting the strawberries and tossing them into the blender. “Whatcha gonna buy me for my birthday?”
Max thought about the Beatles’ LP he’d paid a small fortune for and smiled.
“It’s a secret.” This he could handle. Camaraderie was normal for the two of them. He relaxed.
“Well, maybe I’ll ply you with liquor and find out all your secrets.” Her smile turned seductive and went straight to his dick.
Jesus, I’m in trouble.
* * * * *
Two hours later, they’d moved from margaritas to straight shots of tequila. Max’s stomach was full of her enchiladas and Spanish rice, and his head spun from tequila and Anna.
“You know, I think I know what my problem is with men.”
Max turned his head, which rested on the back of the sofa, and looked at her. She was sitting closer than he thought. They had both propped their feet on the coffee table, his big size twelves next to her tiny size fives.
“How small are you?” he asked.
Anna giggled. “Max, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
Her eyes sparkled with humor. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. No hint of another color, just green. Like the lawn behind his home in springtime. No matter how flamboyant her personality, or how seductive she was, there was always a hint of intelligence in her eyes. Anna licked her lower lip. He followed the movement, entranced by the sight of her tongue flitting out over her fuller bottom lip. His dick hardened as he thought of her using that mouth and tongue on him.
“What I was talking about is my problem with men.”
“You don’t have problems with men.” In Max’s opinion, men came too easily for her. For a girl who’d barely dated in high school, she’d made up for lost time. “You date too much.”
Anna collapsed against the arm of the sofa in a fit of giggles. “What you mean is I fuck too many guys. I don’t sleep with all of them, Max. But, on the other hand, I’m not embarrassed by my sexuality.”
She poured herself another shot. Lick, drink, suck. Max shifted, trying to ease the ache in his balls.
Anna leaned back against the multitude of pillows piled on her red sofa. Her dark hair spilled over the vibrant colors. His heart smacked against his chest at the sight of her crooked smile.
“No, I think I figured out that I measure every man against you.”
The thought of Anna of measuring men’s dicks with a ruler popped into his tequila-soaked brain. “You measure them? And how do you know how big I am?”
She stared at him for a moment. Confusion clouded her eyes, then dissolved. Her laughter filled the room.
“No, I don’t mean like that,” she said between giggles. “Although you have very large hands. No, I meant by the way they act.”
“Oh.” The heat of embarrassment crept up his neck and into his face.
“All I know about you in that regard is the way you kiss. And you’re very good.” Anna shrugged one shoulder. “I guess everyone thinks first kisses are special, though.”
The memory he’d shoved to the back of his brain pushed forward. Anna, eighteen and dateless, crying over some guy. When Anna had told him she’d never even been kissed and begged him to, Max lost control and gave in to the urge that had haunted him for six months. He’d dreamed of that kiss, and more, every night for weeks. Even after returning to work on his MBA, he’d been haunting by the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, and the thought of what it would have been like to sink into her heated pussy.
“You know, that probably was a mistake,” she said, drawing him out of his memories.
“Mistake?”
“Yeah, you’re a really good kisser. And then I had to go out with Tommy Reynolds later that month. He couldn’t kiss worth a damn. You’re a tough act to follow.”
The laughter faded from her eyes, replaced by something much darker. Desire so potent he felt the singe of it all the way to the soles of his feet. Blood rushed to his groin.
Anna leaned closer, her wildflower scent surrounding him, arousing him. She placed her hand on the back of the couch, then lifted her leg over him and straddled his lap. The wet heat of her vagina warmed his dick. Max groaned. Her hair slid off her shoulders and brushed his chest, tickled his neck.
His lips were within inches of hers. The only thought that came to mind was taste. She would taste as delicious as a stolen peach. When she spoke, arousal deepened her voice. Her sweet southern accent curled around him.
“So, Max, since you’re so good at kissing, I was wondering how good you were at fucking.”
Chapter Three
Anna felt her blood pumping. She leaned closer to Max. Every cell in her body throbbed with anticipation as she breathed in the familiar scent of his aftershave.
“Anna.” Lust and reprimand intermingled in his voice. For some reason, it really turned her on. Made her feel…naughty. And Anna loved feeling naughty.
“Max, really. What have we got to lose? We’re both unattached.”
“I think of you as a little sister.” His voice was as hard as his eyes. His hands were fisted so tightly his knuckles were white.
For a half a second, Anna’s brazen attitude fizzled as heated embarrassment held her immobile. What if she had been reading all the signs wrong? She had been drinking quite a bit of tequila. Could she have just made a fool of herself because she’d wanted this so badly? From the moment he’d arrived, Anna had wanted to strip him naked and use his body as her own personal playground. What the hell was she thinking? She’d wanted him since that first kiss umpteen years ago.
Max shifted and his hardened shaft brushed against her clit. They both sucked in a quick breath.
Max wanted her. Anna longed to shout with triumph, but instead she pressed closer, brushing her aching br
easts against his chest. Heat vibrated through her, curling low in her belly.
“Now, Max. I’ve known you for most of my life.” She pressed her clitoris against his shaft. “And I really doubt you’d get a hard-on if you thought of me that way.”
His eyes closed. He released a sigh filled with aggravation. “I’m not supposed to feel this way.”
“Really?” She rocked her hips and he growled. “What way is that?”
His body vibrated with desire so strong Anna could feel it to the tips of her nipples. Her head buzzed with a mixture of liquor and anticipation. From the moment he’d kissed her almost ten years ago, she’d dreamed of the moment she would be in this position. Max, at her mercy.
Max slowly opened his eyes. The lust darkening them sent a shiver of electric current racing along her nerve endings. The heat warming her tummy slid between her legs. He unfisted his hands and grabbed her hips. Instead of pushing her away as she was sure he intended, his fingers tightened and he pressed her closer.
Anna threw her head back as he slowly moved her back and forth across his cock. The ache in her breasts intensified as she arched her back. Max bent his head and nuzzled her breasts, his breath warming the skin beneath her shirt.
He slid his hands from her hips. One reached up to tangle in her hair, the other braced her back. A second later, warm blood shot to molten lava as his tongue circled her distended nipple through the fabric of her shirt.
“Max.”
Max looked up, but didn’t stop what he was doing. He held her gaze as his mouth closed over her nipple. Anna couldn’t look away. His eyes, hot with desire, hot for her. Never had she seen such undisguised passion in a man’s eyes.
From out of nowhere, panic rose and swirled in her chest. No one had ever looked at her that way. This was not lust. This wasn’t just sex.
“Max.” Even Anna recognized the fear in her voice.
He didn’t say a word, but moved from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. The wet fabric clung to her turgid nipple. And just like that, the panic dissolved into heated passion. She closed her eyes and moaned. Nothing in her life had ever felt so good, so right. His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. Max pulled her closer, grinding his erection against her.
Oh God, every loving inch of his shaft throbbed against her sex. The next instant, he stood, keeping her tightly clasped to his body. He placed her on the couch and stretched out on top of her. Every inch of his body, hard from the physical activities she knew he loved, pressed against her.
Anna looked at him through her lashes and her breath caught in her throat. The dim candlelight accentuated the harsh bone structure of his face. Not handsome in some respects, but blatantly male. And aroused. The dark flush on his cheeks and his hot, chocolate eyes spoke of his need for her.
For her.
Max gently brushed away a few of her rebellious curls. “Tell me now, Anna. Tell me you don’t want to go through with this.” His normally rough voice had deepened and seemed to rub along her dampened flesh. “You and I both know this isn’t a good idea. But, God help me, I don’t think I can stop. So, for once in your life, you need to be the one to control what’s going on. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
His words stirred a warmth in her chest, her heart beating against her breast with…lust? No. No, that was too little a word for the feeling vibrating through her now. She squashed it, pushed it away. She couldn’t deal with that and six feet of hard male on top of her.
“Max, you should know better than that. You know I can’t be the one who behaves, ever. I’ve wanted you since that first kiss, although I’m sure I didn’t know what it was I wanted. But I want you, now, here. If I don’t touch your skin in the next minute, I think I’ll die.”
Max groaned, the sound full of irritation and acceptance. Another surge of heat sped through her blood. Anna pushed her aching pussy against his hardened cock. Her pulse accelerated as she allowed her eyes to close in surrender.
His hands went to the bottom of her shirt, and he yanked it off. He took a shuddering breath, and she opened her eyes. Anna hadn’t worn a bra that evening. His gaze fixated on her bare breasts. The heat tripled in his eyes and her nipples tingled. Hot cream flooded her cunt, wetting her for his entry.
Anna watched the multitude of expressions that flickered over his face. She worried his hesitation meant he was having second thoughts. Max lifted himself off her. Disappointment welled up and almost strangled her. Blinking to hold back the tears she knew would spill, Anna looked away to avoid the embarrassment of being rejected.
“Listen, Max, it’s okay --”
The sound of his zipper sliding down stopped her. She whipped her head around in time to watch him drop his wallet on her coffee table.
His chocolate eyes turned hard and his jaw flexed. “Anna, there’s no backing out now. There is no way you’re going to tell me you don’t want this. I could feel your wet heat through my pants. You want me, baby. Hell, I can smell your arousal.” Desire had hardened his voice, and electricity shot through her.
Another flood of juice filled her sex as she watched him release his cock from his pants. Max was bigger than average, just as she had predicted. He stroked himself, from the base up to the engorged head. Anna wanted to put her mouth there. Wanted to suck him dry and have him come in her mouth. The image that thought produced had her pushing herself up on her elbows, but he gently stayed her with his other hand as he continued to stroke his cock. Anna licked her lips.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m about to come as it is. If you suck me, I’ll lose all control.”
“But losing control is fun, Max.”
Max smiled, but said nothing. He pulled several condoms out of his wallet, ripping one off and dropping the rest on the coffee table. After opening the wrapper, he took out the condom and rolled it down the impressive length of his cock. Every bit of moisture in her mouth evaporated. The next moment, he pulled up her skirt, and his nostrils flared at the sight of her bare pussy, drenched in her juices.
A second later, he was on top of her, his cock hot and vibrating against her sex.
“Oh, Jesus, Anna.” He kissed her neck, her breast, then moved to her mouth. She opened for him and his tongue fucked her mouth, moving in and out as he slid his dick against her pussy. With each upstroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit.
While Max continued his assault on her mouth, he pinched first one nipple, then the other. The delicious pain heightened her arousal and she sobbed. Sex had always been good for her, but never in her life had this level of anticipation coursed through her.
“Please, Max, now. I need your cock inside me.”
Every nerve ending in her sex pulsed with need. If she didn’t have him now, she’d scream.
She didn’t have to wait. He guided his cock into her slick channel. Her inner muscles clasped him tight as he pushed further, groaning the whole way.
“Oh God, Anna, baby, you’re so tight and wet for me.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders, tightening her hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, to the hilt. Every loving inch of him was inside of her. She wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Max had put her in a position where he retained control, where he picked the rhythm. Frustration boiled even as he continued fucking her.
“Max, harder.”
He chuckled. “Anna, I’m going to fuck you like you need to be fucked. I want to make sure you can’t control yourself. I want you screaming my name when you come.”
Irritation had her lifting herself to her elbows, but Max pushed her down. His hands stayed on her shoulders, pressing her into the couch.
“You asked to be fucked, Anna, and you are. You are going to take my dick the way I want you to.” The harsh words should have scared her, or at least angered her. But another wave of juice filled her pussy, wetting his dick further. Never in her life had she been this turned on.
“Touch your breasts, Anna
.” She reacted to the command immediately. Anna circled her nipples with her fingers. “No, pinch them.” She did. “You like that, don’t you?”
Anna nodded as she pinched them again, sending another rush of electricity through her. His measured thrusts were increasing in speed.
“I want to see you come, Anna. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you scream my name.”
His harsh words sent her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Yeah, that’s it.”
“Max!” He thrust harder and faster. The coil drew tighter, then burst as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Ahh, Anna.” He thrust hard, once more. He exploded as he shouted her name again.
Emotions she hadn’t felt, hadn’t allowed herself to feel for years, filled her. Tears gathered in her eyes as Anna closed them. The emptiness she’d denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. Panic rose and she pushed the feelings to the back of her heart, her soul. Thinking in those terms when her body was still warm from Max was impossible.
Max gently released her legs from his shoulders, but Anna wouldn’t, couldn’t, open her eyes. She didn’t want him to know he had brought her to tears. And, truth be known, Anna didn’t want to see the regret he would start to feel any moment now. Max settled on top of her. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of her.
His hands burrowed beneath her ass, and he sighed as he cupped each cheek. Anna wrapped her arms around him, knowing deep in her soul they may have really screwed up their friendship. But in her heart, Anna knew she’d do it again, given the chance.
Chapter Four
Every muscle in Max’s body relaxed as he shifted to the side to give Anna some relief from his weight. Warmth filled his gut as she followed him and snuggled closer. Max drew a deep breath. The musky scent of sex hung in the air. He waited for regret to fill him, but the only thing coursing through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction.
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