by Lisa N. Paul
Exhaling, she wiped away the tears. “Worship my soul?” she spoke aloud. “Bullshit. My body on the other hand…that I can handle.” She wiped her face again and headed for home.
Alone.
A Details Kind of Girl
“Obviously, you know where everything—” Janie couldn’t finish her sentence before being pulled into the hard wall that was Max’s body. He slanted his head and pressed his lips to hers while he ran his hands through her hair. Soft, like silk, he thought to himself. The kiss started off soft, but quickly gained speed and intensity. There was no room, no house, no world—just Max and Janie needing each other like oxygen.
His hands cupped her face, and he breathed in deeply. She smelled of mint gum, Cosmos, and just…Janie. It was a scent he could never quite figure out, but whenever she was around so was that scent, and he loved it. Max bit her bottom lip, and just as quickly, sucked it lightly to remove any sting he may have caused. She didn’t seem to mind, moaning with appreciation. His cock was getting harder by the second.
For the first time in her life, Janie knew what it meant to have her knees go weak. If not for the tall, strong, and clearly capable man standing in front of her, she would be a melted puddle on her living room floor. She heard a moan and immediately broke the kiss, turning away from Max when she realized that the sound had come from her. Her heart was pounding, and all she could hear was the blood flowing through her ears. If she could disappear, or maybe melt into that puddle now, she would be forever grateful. Never had she moaned like that…not for real! Of course, she had faked it—many, many times before—but isn’t that what a woman is supposed to do to make a guy feel better about his performance? She shivered as two thick, warm arms fold around her torso.
Max didn’t try to turn her around. He knew she needed a second to pull herself together, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why. All they did was kiss.
“Babe, what’s going on in that sexy little head of yours?”
Janie lifted her shoulder, silent for a second. In a husky breath she said, “I have never done that before.” As she slowly turned to face him, it wasn’t embarrassment he saw glowing in her eyes.
Confused, Max said, “Kissed a man?”
Janie threw her head back, a throaty laugh escaping the sexy mouth that had been making Max’s dick hard for months.
“Max, that’s ridiculous,” she said through giggles. “My God, I have been having sex since I was seventeen! Of course, I have kissed guys before.”
Max felt his gut tighten at the thought of Janie having sex with other men. Don’t go there, man. She’s your friend. It’s all about making each other feel good…for one night. He repeated his mantra in his head as he forced himself to relax. “Then what is it that you haven’t done before, Janie?” he murmured, running his fingers through strands of her hair.
A slight shiver ran up her spine. It happened every time he said her name. It’d been happening for months, but after that kiss…wow…
“Well, Max,” she mocked sarcastically, “if you must know—and this is really embarrassing so please don’t tell the other guys at the bar…seriously, even Lyla doesn’t know this…”
His body tensed. What the hell could she possibly be about to tell him that even Lyla didn’t know? The two women shared everything. They’d been friends since freshman year of college. “Janie, it’s okay. You can trust me with anything,” he promised.
“Well, no man has ever made me…I have never actually…moaned before…out loud...for real…without faking it.” Janie stood still, fingers knotted together, eyes glued to the carpet, waiting for him to say something, anything. She expected he would probably laugh at her or make fun—that’s what they did with each other, the kind of friendship they had. But he just stood there quietly. It felt like minutes but it was probably only seconds before Janie’s eyes finally lifted to meet Max’s. The fire burning there was intense. Janie took a step back, more out of self-preservation then fear.
“Max, are you, um, okay?” she asked hesitantly.
“Janie, come here. Now.” The low rumbling in Max’s voice oozed sex. Without conscious thought, her legs carried her toward him. The look he gave her said she had not gone close enough, so she took another step. Losing patience, Max clasped both hands around her waist and pulled her tightly against his body. Practically sealed together, he brought his lips to hers. He claimed her mouth ravenously and rubbed his hands up her back. Janie accepted his kisses, returning them as if her life depended on it. She moaned again, and Max stopped the kiss. Janie’s eyes snapped open.
“Janie, I love to hear the sounds you make. Knowing I’m the only man to ever get the real thing…God, you have no idea what that does to me.” He took her small, soft hand and placed it against the front of his jeans. The evidence of his arousal caused another moan to leave her mouth as she bit her lip. “And you can’t begin to imagine what I’m gonna do to the rest of your body. But for now, open up…I want in that mouth of yours.”
Before she could respond, he tilted his head and pulled her even closer. His tongue entered her mouth, surging electricity straight through her. He could feel the tension ease from her shoulders as she became liquid under his touch. His hands slid from her back to her ass, kneading the firm skin under her jeans. They continued to travel the map of her body, stopping from time to time to touch and stroke her skin, leaving small patches of fire in their wake. His lips left her warm mouth, and she whimpered at the loss of his probing tongue.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her as he slowly licked the lobe of her ear.
Janie felt her panties getting wetter, yet another thing the other men she slept with were never able to accomplish without her help. Maybe Lyla had been right all these years—she had been missing out. Who needs love when you can have this? The small voice in her head whispered, You do Janie…you do. She shook it off as Max took an audible breath.
I’ve barely touched her and I feel like I could come, Max thought. Deep breaths, DeLucca. Fuck, but when I breathe in deep all I smell is her. She smells like…Christ, what is it? It’s like coconuts and limes. “God, Janie, you always smell so fucking good. What is that?”
Janie smiled and mindlessly answered. “A lotion Lyla and I found years ago.” She could barely think coherent thoughts, let alone form full sentences. “Lyla knows I love it, so she makes sure that I never run out. I don’t even know where it’s sold…Oh God, Max, please keep doing that,” she pleaded as he licked and nibbled her neck.
“Bedroom, babe. Now.”
Janie giggled at Max’s strained tone and pleading look. Weaving her fingers through his, she led him down the hall into her bedroom.
Max turned on the light and looked at Janie.
“Max, why the lights?” Janie asked self-consciously.
“Because, Janie,” he said using the same tone she had just used, “I have been waiting for months to finally have you alone. Now, I have you, in a room and there’s a bed...Fuck! I want to see every single inch of your beautiful body while I touch it, lick it, suck it, and fuck it…okay?”
Once again speechless, she nodded her head with what she was sure was a dumbfounded expression on her face.
“Words, Janie,” he said with a smirk.
“Okay, Max,” Janie replied, her voice low and husky.
He lifted her tank top over her head and stared at her creamy skin and lace-covered breasts. His cock lengthened more as it pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He continued kissing and licking his way down her neck as he unhooked her bra, watching as she shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her dusky-pink nipples were pointed and drawn tight as his tongue started to lave one nub, and his thumb and forefinger started to rub the other.
Again Janie moaned, and this time she felt a small tremor zing through her body.
Max smiled to himself. She was so responsive. How could any man not clue in to this treasure? As he sucked
harder, he bit down gently to gage her response, thrilled when it was a sharp intake of breath followed by a slow and steady groan.
Janie’s panties were already saturated, and he just kept making her hotter. She was going to die of embarrassment when he touched her there, but she would die of frustration if he didn’t. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard Max. She laughed to herself.
“Something funny, babe?” Max questioned from his place at her breast, a hint of humor in his own eyes.
“No, I just can’t believe this is happening and…” Her voice trailed off.
“Tell me what you were about to say, babe. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what’s working and what’s not.”
Janie took a deep breath. She was a twenty-eight-year-old woman. She could have this discussion.
“That’s just it, Max. Everything you’re doing is…working…and working very well.” She blushed, and Max whispered a low curse. “I have never been so turned on in my life. Never. I’m practically dripping, and I’m trying to figure out if I would be more tortured if you felt how wet I am from just some simple kissing and touching or if you were to get up and leave right now.” Her eyes avoided his face. She couldn’t stand to see what it might show, but the silence was deafening.
Max couldn’t believe what he had just heard. This woman, the woman who was the star in every one of his shower sessions the past several months, the woman who made him crazy with need and desire, was standing in front of him, half dressed, declaring her embarrassment over being turned on by him?
“Okay, Janie, listen up because this is the last heart-to-heart we are going to have tonight.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on top of his thick erection. “This is what you do to me. This is what happens to me every time you walk into a fucking room.” Keeping her willing hand captive on his cock, he continued. “This is what happens when I think about you. This is what happens when you rub against me by mistake at Sunday dinner. You’re telling me that your pussy is wet because of me…” He let out a strangled lungful of air. “Honey, that’s the sweetest fucking thing you could have ever said to me.”
Before the words even left his mouth he reached for her, and then he was kissing her again. Janie lifted her hands to his chest and pulled back. She had to see if the passion from his kiss would be evident on the face that was always so relaxed. She saw a flicker of emotion just before he banked it away for his ever-present easygoing façade.
Janie saw the snap of emotion but was unsure what it was. It didn’t matter—he was devouring her with his eyes, his shirt gathering his hot, salty sweat.
“I need this off of you, Max. I need to finally feel your skin.” Janie was shaking with need. In fact, she had never felt this “needy” in her life. Max smiled and peeled off his shirt.
“Oh God,” Janie whimpered as she looked at the beautiful man standing before her. She had expected nice—after all the guy spent half his free time working out—but what she saw was breathtaking. Without thinking, Janie began to touch and explore his smooth skin. No tattoos, no piercings, no embellishments of any kind. Just beautiful sun-kissed skin with a smattering of dark-blond hair.
Janie moved her hands over Max’s hard chest only to stop when her thumbs stroked his nipples, and a husky shudder released from deep within his body. She leaned forward and began to lick the flat disks when a moan surrounded her again. This time the sultry sound was coming from Max. She could feel the vibration in his chest, and she relished the thought that she was the one making this big, beautiful man moan.
Max felt like he was spinning out of control. What is wrong with me? he thought. These are just kisses. He needed to keep it together. Moving her slowly back toward the bed and down onto the soft mattress, he hovered over her, his waist nestled between her exquisite thighs, their warmth griping and tugging him close. Janie looked up at him with lust-filled eyes and silent pleas as he moved his chest back farther from her sinfully seductive mouth and continued his perusal of her perfect body. He mentally repeated his mantra. She needed this…this was just sex and nothing more. He would make her feel good and get her out of his system…no more...never more.
“More, Max. I need more,” Janie panted as he rubbed between her thighs. Startled and confused by what seemed to be her ability to read his thoughts, Max snapped back to the present and stripped off her jeans. True to her word, her panties—if you could call the barely-there thong such a thing—were drenched. He felt his cock twitch.
“Mmm, Janie…I can smell how turned on you are. My leaving right now would never be an option. The only thing I’m worried about is getting these off you.” He peeled off her thong and immediately positioned his fingers to stroke her swollen clit. Quickly, she started to quiver. “So responsive.” He crept down her torso. “Lie back, babe,” he said pressing his open hand gently against her chest, guiding her to the pillow. So beautiful, he thought as he began to settle his shoulders between her legs.
Janie bolted up on her elbows, a panicked look etched on her face. “Max! What are you doing?”
Max looked at Janie’s perfectly waxed mound and then up to her face. His eyes were full of humor. “Really, sweetness, you have to ask? What the hell kinds of assholes were you dating?”
Janie’s eyes filled with shame as she said quietly, “Ones that made me shower first.”
Max cringed. He wanted to punch someone, preferably all of the douche bags that had dated Janie since she turned seventeen. “Janie, you lie back and let me love on you. I am going to lick you, eat you, and fuck you with my tongue.” His gaze was molten as the words dripped out of his mouth like syrup, and Janie was rendered speechless once more.
Slightly self-conscious, Janie lay back on her bed as Max settled his magnificent body between her legs. Her room was bright with light, so she put her arm over her eyes. She didn’t need her sense of sight to know he had started to rub her already-sensitive clit. She then felt his thick finger breech her entrance.
“Oh, Max,” she groaned as Max unleashed his tongue. Truly, that’s what he did. He unleashed what she would refer to in the future as “the Beast.” He licked her from slit to clit and back, then slid two fingers into her pussy, directly to her sweet spot. Her head began to spin, and her skin began to tingle.
“Breathe, babe,” Max reminded her before going back to sucking on her clit like it was ambrosia.
Janie felt her body buzz as he continued stroking the sensitive area with his fingers and sucked on the hard pearl between her folds, occasionally nipping it and then licking some more. He felt her tighten around his fingers as the moans escaped her mouth. Stars exploded through her vision, her body shook, her mind went blank, and for a brief second she wondered if maybe she blacked out. Gradually, she started to float down, small tremors still zinging through her body, when Max looked up at her with a self-satisfied gaze and wolfish grin. Her arousal still glistened from his lush lips, and he used his thumb to wipe it away, slipping the digit into his mouth to relish her flavor.
“Has anyone ever told you that you taste like peaches and honey?”
Did he expect her to answer that outrageous question? She shook her head and laughed.
“Max, thank you so much for that...it was amazing…”
At first he was confused, and then understanding hit him like a two-by-four. ”Babe, we’re just getting started. You have more than one orgasm in that sweet body of yours, and I want them all.” With that, he began his sensual assault once again. However, this time, Janie had an offensive of her own.
As Max licked his way up her belly, Janie’s nimble fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He bit one of Janie’s hard nipples, and she slid her hand into his boxers to feel the smooth steel that had been pressed against her earlier in the evening. Max’s breath hitched, and in that brief second, she took control.
Janie smiled up at the golden-skinned man. “My turn,” she said in her sexiest voice. She had his jeans unzipped and more than halfway down his legs before Max
knew what hit him. She used that moment to slide out from under him and rise up on her knees to rid him of his jeans and boxers.
“Babe, what are you doing?” he asked.
In a mocking tone Janie replied, “Really, Max, you have to ask? What kind of bitches have you been dating?”
“Touché,” was his only response.
“Honestly,” Janie said in a somber voice, “giving has never been my problem. It’s on the receiving end where I draw the short straw.” Janie, straddling the beautiful Adonis sprawled out on her bed, started to leave a trail of kisses like bread crumbs from Max’s sexy, curved lips, down his throat, across his stunning expanse of a chest, over each nipple, and along his belly, until she got to his hard, thick cock.
“Beautiful,” she murmured as she began to lick the crown and suck on the head.
“Jane…” Her name came out like a prayer. As Janie began to suck and lick her way down, she used her hand to rub his balls and stroke the root of his shaft.
He groaned, and his hands found her hair, moving away the strands that hung around her face like a curtain. He needed to see her blue eyes as she took him all the way into her mouth. He felt his orgasm start to build as he watched himself slide in and out of her pink lips and hit the back of her throat as she swallowed him.
His body quaked, and he started to shake. “Babe, you gotta stop…I’m gonna come. Janie… please…” Max wasn’t sure if he was begging for her to stop or keep going, but she made that decision for him as she continued to suck and stroke his dick. Max couldn’t hold back another second and exploded in her mouth as she swallowed it down. Every. Single. Drop.
God, did she know how hot she was?
Janie was so turned on by this man that giving him a blowjob had her rubbing her thighs together. She needed to find her own release again.
Sensing her desire, even though he was still coming down from his orgasm-induced haze, he reached over and pulled her up onto his chest, his hand finding and stroking her sensitive clit. She came undone immediately. And when she was through, both of their bodies thoroughly sated and exhausted, they fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms.