by Alice Tribue
“Oh, my god.” She whimpers at the sound of my words. Her reaction fuels my need for her, makes me want to make this amazing for her.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you,” I tell her right before I lick her from top to bottom. Her hips buck up, and I position my hands on her legs, keeping them spread for me and her body firmly pinned to the bed.
“Do not let go of that headboard. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” She whimpers again, and I reward her with another lick.
“Good girl,” I say as her head falls back onto the pillow. With my finger, I play with her. Sliding slowly up and down, in and out, I watch as she grips the headboard, and when I’m thoroughly satisfied that she’s had enough, my mouth connects with her swollen clit. Her cries fill the darkened room, her quickened breath and panting telling me that she’s getting exactly what she needs from me. I start by drawing lazy circles around her pretty pussy with my tongue, but as her moaning becomes more and more frantic, I pick up the pace. When I know she can’t take much more of my relentless teasing, I center my efforts solely on where I know she needs it in order to explode. I suck on her clit, lap at it, and keep my efforts there until a few short moments later she’s coming intensely, letting me experience her beauty for the very first time.
Pushing up off the bed, I watch her as she comes down from her high. Taking her in, I let her gather her senses while I pull a condom out of my wallet and strip down to nothing. As quickly as I can manage, I roll the condom onto my throbbing cock before I make my way back to her.
“You did a good job, baby. You can let go of the headboard now.” She does what I say, bringing her hands down and resting them on my shoulders as I place a kiss on her forehead. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
“I liked it too, baby. I liked watching you come for me.”
“Max.”
Gliding my nose up and down, I nuzzle her neck and move my hips, sliding my cock along her wet pussy.
“You feel that?” I whisper with my lips on her neck now. “You want it?”
“Max, please,” she begs and the sound ignites me. Something primal moves through me as I bury my cock inside her. She gasps at the invasion, and I still for a brief moment. As her body begins to relax and acclimate to me, I begin to move. My rhythm is slow at first reveling in the feel of her; the fucking feel of her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Her pussy grips my cock, squeezes it, and it’s brilliant, better than any imaginable drug.
“Oh god, baby. Harder.” She whimpers, and I do as she asks speeding up the pace and that feels so much better. Jesus Christ, I can feel the tension start to build, and I know I’m getting close.
“Hold your legs up,” I command, lifting my torso slightly and using my thumb to rub tight circles around her clit. She lifts her legs, the slight change of position making her feel impossibly tighter and letting me go even deeper, and I know I can’t hold on much longer. The sensations are burning through me, and I’m so fucking close to bursting.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
“Max,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist and clutching her hands onto my back, digging her nails in hard. As her body tightens with her second orgasm, I pound into her with such force; I’m almost shocked that she can handle it. I’m powerless to stop it, though. All control has left the building as I groan through my own release. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I’m aware of the fact that this has changed everything. This woman … she’s an absolute keeper.
Emelia~
I don’t know what in the hell that was, but whatever it was, I need more. Sex has never been like that for me … NEVER. You read about that shit in books, but you never really expect to experience it. Max delivered not one, but two orgasms … Two. He’s a miracle worker. As the cloud of euphoria begins to wear off, I begin to register his jagged breath at the base of my neck. It makes me feel warm; his hands are in my hair now, his lips trailing soft kisses across my chin and then my mouth.
“Hi,” he whispers softly. I feel that everywhere … All he has to do is whisper, and I’ll give him anything, I’ll do anything.
“Hi.”
“You okay?”
“What do you think?” I question on a chuckle.
“I think you’re good.” He drags out the good, making me smile at his cockiness.
“I’m great.”
With one last kiss on the tip of my nose, he slowly pulls out of me. I feel the loss of him, and it’s a beautiful loss. A girl could get used to that kind of loss.
“I’m going to take care of the condom.” He exits the bed giving me a magnificent view of his assets as he walks into the bathroom. Shit, I’m in serious trouble if this is what it will always be like with him. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. He returns a few moments later walking out of the bathroom completely comfortable and at ease with his nudity. Nice.
“Open your legs,” he demands getting back on the bed. Showing no patience, he places a hand on my inner thigh and pushes it down toward the mattress, forcing me to do what he’s asked. The warmth from the washcloth he uses to clean between my legs feels like bliss. This is just another level of intimacy that I’ve never experienced before; I’d never have thought he’d have it in him to be this sweet. When he’s finished, he tosses the cloth on my nightstand and lies down on his side pulling me to him so we’re face to face. He places a hand on the small of my back and runs lazy circles up and down my spine.
“Do you have to go home?” I question hoping that the answer is no but anticipating that the answer is yes.
“No. Mrs. Park is staying with Xander tonight.”
“Really?” I ask excitedly. “You’re okay with leaving him?”
“He’s right across the hall, baby. Mrs. Park knows where to find me.”
“She knows?” Suddenly, I’m feeling shy and a bit embarrassed by the thought of nice, sweet Mrs. Park knowing exactly what Max and I are up to tonight.
“Yeah.”
“Well, that’s mortifying.”
His hand gives me a squeeze and I can’t help but to notice the annoying smirk on his face. “Baby, we’re adults. I think she’ll understand.”
“Whatever,” I scoff burying my head in the pillow in mock anger, all the while enjoying the feel of his hands on my back. “You’re really good at that,” I tell him, my voice muffled by the pillow.
“I’m glad you think so.”
My head shoots up, and I don’t know why I do it, but I ask. “Have you been with a lot of girls?” I want to take it back instantly because it’s soooo none of my business. Truth be told, I’m not so sure I want to know. This night has been too perfect to be marred with what his past may or may not have been.
“I’m not a saint, Emelia. I think you know that … I’ve had my fair share of lovers, but in the last few years, it was only Keri.”
“Right.”
“I was a rebellious guy, and I had my fun. I get that you don’t want to think about the man you’re starting to care about with someone else, just like I sure as fuck don’t want to think about you with some other guy … but the past is the past. I wish I could go back in time because knowing what I know now … I wouldn’t have done all the shit I’ve done if I knew that one day I’d have someone like you.”
Well, what can I possibly say to that? It’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. I bring my hand to rest on his face, stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb.
“You’re right. The past is the past, but you shouldn’t wish to change any of it. All of the things that you did, that you went through, brought you here … to me.”
His eyes flare with heat and my belly flips at the sight of him. He pounces, and before I know what’s happening, he’s pinned me to the bed again. His hard body hovers over me making my belly flutter and my lady parts take notice. When his lips claim mine again, I’m more than ready to experience all that is Max all over again.
“I can’t go again.” Max gro
ans into one of my pillows, and I burst into a fit of giggles. He peeks up at me with humor and exhaustion in his eyes.
“Okay. I can wait,” I tease, plopping back down beside him in the bed.
“Baby, you’re sex crazy. I think I’m done for the night. I need food, sleep, and a few hours of recovery before I can fuck you again.”
“I can give you all that,” I tell him, placing a kiss on his lips. “But I’ll need at least one more round in the morning.”
He’s the one bursting into laughter now, reaching out and wrapping an arm around me to pull me to his side. “You’re out of control.”
“Maybe a little.” I snuggle further into him then quickly realize that I’m actually pretty hungry too. Lots of amazing sex takes a lot out of you, I guess. “How hungry are you?”
“I could eat.”
“Too tired to leave this apartment?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“I pass by this diner up the street all the time. It says on the sign that they’re open twenty-four hours, and I really want an omelet.”
“An omelet, huh?” he questions with a smirk. I nod my head in the crook of his neck and place a gentle kiss there. “I could go for an omelet.” He disengages from me, expertly angling out of the bed and taking me with him as if I were light as a feather. Once he sets me on my feet, he releases me and we dress silently. I head to my dresser, pick up a hair tie, and quickly knot my hair into a messy bun.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” He tags my hand when I walk back to him and wastes no time in grabbing his keys and leading me out of the apartment.
“I didn’t grab my purse.”
“You don’t need it.” He replies in a way that I know leaves no room for discussion. When we hit the parking lot, he opens the car door for me closing it once I’m safely inside. I love that he’s a gentleman; it makes me feel like he respects me. The headlights from his car cut through the deserted night. It feels like he and I are the only two people in the world right now. It’s almost as if the world exists only for us so that we could be together. The rest of the world can have the daylight … with Max, I’ll take the night any time.
The diner is practically empty when we arrive. The waitress tells us we can sit wherever, so we take a booth in the back away from the few customers that are there. We order western omelets with cheese; he gets an orange juice while I get a steaming cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. His easy demeanor, his cool attitude, and the fact that he’s so tough on the exterior mesmerizes me, but inside—once you get beneath the surface—there’s real beauty there. It’s surprising and exhilarating to be able to experience that firsthand.
“Sometimes, I’m surprised at how nice you can be.”
I watch in utter fascination how his features change, how his face lights up with humor and the muscles of his neck bulge slightly when he throws his head back and laughs. His laughter dies down, but the humor in his eyes remains when he speaks.
“I was really that bad, huh?”
“Kind of.”
“You have to understand, baby. My mom left when I was young and you already know that my father was a dick. That’s all I knew growing up; it’s all I had. I never had a gentle touch, someone to take care of my scrapes and bruises, or make sure I had food in my stomach. No one gave a shit if I went to school or did my homework or went to bed at a decent time. I’m cold because all I ever got was cold.”
“But you’re not cold … not really. Not with Xander, not …”
“With you.” He finishes my sentence as if he wants to reassure me of the validity of this claim. It’s as if he’s telling me that he’s giving me beyond what he believes he’s capable of giving. That I’m worth him trying to be a better person, that Xander is worth it. I want to throw my arms around him and hug him, but I don’t.
“Yeah.”
“You shock the shit out of me too, you know?” he says, after taking a bite of his food.
“I do?” My eyebrow rises in question. I’m curious as to how I’ve managed to shock him at all.
“Yeah. The way that you got in my face that first day … Not many people would step up to me that way.”
“You pissed me off,” I tell him, remembering how horrible I felt after that first encounter.
“Yeah and the way you stopped Dana from taking Xander that day. You can be pretty badass.”
“I have my moments,” I say with I’m sure what amounts to a smug look on my face.
“I like it.” His eyes flash with something warm, something l like a whole hell of a lot. I like the way his approval makes me feel; not because I need it but because I’m learning I want it. Wanting that from him, wanting anything substantial from him or anyone, scares me because dreaming too big can lead to big failures.
“You’re saying it’s okay for me to get in your face all the time?” I joke, needing to shake the negative thoughts from my head.
“No. What I’m saying is that I like that you’re not afraid to tell me when I’m being a dick.”
“No girl has ever called you out on your asshole ways?”
“Not if they wanted me to give them the time of day.”
“Wow. I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that.”
He chuckles and shakes his head at me, taking a bite out of his toast with not a care in the world. Dammit, he’s sexy. He’s weaving a web, and with every day that passes, I get more and more stuck in it. So stuck I might never be able to get free … The truth is I don’t want to get free.
Emelia~
I’ve never had this much sex, ever. In the weeks since our first time together, Max and I have barely come up for air. I’ve spent most of my nights here at his place since Xander’s things are here. I work my days at the center and look forward to my evenings with my boys. Most nights, I cook dinner when I get home then take it over to Max’s place when he gets home from work. The nights I watch Xander, I just cook over there. After dinner, we relax by the television and snuggle up to a movie until Xander goes to bed. That’s when Max and I take our snuggling to the bedroom where we do way more enjoyable things.
Most nights, I remember to turn the ringer on my cell phone to silent. I do this so that Max won’t realize Garrett is still calling me in the middle of the night. At first, he’d call sporadically and though it was annoying and at times alarming, it wasn’t happening with enough frequency for me to be really worried about it. Once I threatened him with a restraining order, the calls stopped … briefly. Then they picked up starting out two or three times a week, but since I never pick up the phone, it’s gotten to the point where they’re happening two, three, sometimes four times a night. Garrett appears to be getting increasingly impatient with me, but I’ve yet to mention anything to Max about it. I don’t want him flying off the handle and doing something stupid when he has Xander to worry about. So I always, always make it a point to set my phone to silent … except tonight. Tonight, I completely forgot about it, so now that my phone is ringing at god only knows what time of the night, Max is up and has my cell in his hand in what seems like a split second while I stare completely frozen.
“Hello.” His tone is clipped, he levels his angry eyes on me, and I can feel the tension radiating from his body. “Hello,” he repeats; this time, more forcefully if that can be believed.
“No, you can’t speak to Emelia. Who is this and why are you calling my girl at one in the morning?” I hear yelling on the other side of the phone though I can’t make out what’s being said. I’m fairly certain that Garrett is making it known that he’s not thrilled about some man answering my phone and calling me his girl.
“Your girl? I find that hard to believe seeing as though she’s been in my bed every night this month.”
Holy shit. I can’t believe he just said that. I cannot believe he just said that. My stomach drops because I know that Garrett is losing his mind right now, and if he loses his mind, there’s no telling what he’s capable of doing.
“She told me you’ve been calling her even after she told you she didn’t want you to. You need to stay the fuck away from her.” He breaks his gaze from me, flips the covers off him, and is up and out of the bed in a flash. “Because if you don’t, I will find you and I’ll make it so that you can’t come near her.”
I watch silently as he paces the length of the bed.
“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise. Do not test me,” he growls, hits the disconnect button, and flings the phone onto the bed with a little more force than I’m comfortable with.
“This the first time he called?” His brows are furrowed and his hands interlock behind his head as if he’s fighting for patience. Everything about his posture is scary aggressive, and even though I know Max would never hurt me, I’m too alarmed to speak.
“Answer me.” The boom of his voice makes me jump. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like you have anything to be scared of with me. You know better.”
Quietly, I reply, “I know.”
“I’m angry, but that doesn’t mean I’d do anything to hurt you.”
“I know.” I look down at my hands, watching them as they fidget with the edge of the blanket. A nervous habit, I guess. “You just took me off guard.”
“Look at me,” he demands. I let out a breath and do as he asks. His anger is in check, I can see that. He’s not going to go flying off the handle and destroy his apartment like he did when Keri died, but it’s unnerving nonetheless. “Was that the first call, Emelia?”
“No,” I respond quickly and honestly figuring the sooner we get this conversation over with, the better. I should have told him weeks ago, but what’s done is done; I can’t take it back now.
He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me yet another glare. “How many more have there been?” he asks quietly. Too quietly, almost menacingly, and I know I need to tread cautiously, but there’s no real way around this, and I can’t lie.
“A lot.”
He breathes in through his nose, and I watch as his chest puffs out. Holy shit. He can barely look at me when he finally speaks.