by Maxene Novak
For a moment, he watched wordlessly as she combed her fingers through her hair. Gabby looked back at him with the faintest of smiles on her face, clearly amused that he was so taken by her. She playfully flicked water at him, breaking him out of his trance.
“You gonna stare all night or are you gonna join in?” she teased. Max smiled bashfully and stepped closer to her, allowing the water to drench his hair. He brushed it back and ran his hands down his face, the warmth of the water waking him up and relaxing him simultaneously. Gabby stepped up behind him and wrapped her hands around his body, her cheek on his shoulder blade.
“Is this what all of your showers are like? If so, feel free to wake me up early in the morning and make me join,” Max murmured. Gabby made a face and swatted his ass.
“Already planning for future endeavors, huh?”
“I’m a forward thinker, what can I say?” Max turned around and looked down at her. She met his gaze while her hand found its way to his cock. She gave him a firm squeeze and began stroking him slowly. Max, caught off guard, let out a spine-tingling moan.
“Does that feel good?” she asked him mischievously. The way he continued to respond to her touch, Gabby knew damn well it felt good. She also knew that she loved hearing men beg for her to keep touching them. She loved seeing their faces contort and their macho façade fade away underneath her control. But Max was different.
He didn’t pretend to be anything he wasn’t. He never acted uncharacteristically masculine or showed any kind of spike in testosterone. Out of all the men she’d ever been with, she’d never had her hands on someone quite like Max. That’s what made it so exciting. The way he completely submitted to her stirred something inside of Gabby that she hadn’t known was even there.
“Tell me how much you like it,” she ordered him, her typically soft brown eyes now a mixture of amusement and determination.
“I fucking love it,” he groaned immediately. Gabby pulled her hand away suddenly and waited for him to respond. He blinked and looked at her like a confused puppy. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“No,” Gabby said, “But I don’t want you getting too close just yet. Not unless I tell you to.”
“Anything you say, Gabby,” he breathed, brushing the water from his face.
“Anything,” Gabby repeated. She looked up at him, and then down at the tile below. That was all the instruction Max needed. He dropped to his knees in front of her, a look of adoration staring back at her. Max leaned in and pressed his cheek to her thigh, letting out his tongue to drag towards her center. Gabby felt the warmth between her legs and whined loudly. She bit her bottom lip and leaned back against the wall as Max worked his mouth on her.
He nuzzled deep between her legs, lapping with precision. He flicked his tongue over her clit repeatedly, eliciting a needy drawl from the woman. She laced her fingers through his tangle of wet hair and urged him to continue.
“Keep going,” she panted. Max didn’t plan on stopping. Instead, he slipped his hands up her hips to her breasts, where he lightly pinched her nipples. She arched her head back and laughed in surprise, the noise slowly devolving into the groans that she’d let out just before. Max sucked and licked eagerly, even bringing his hands back to massage her clit and work his fingers inside of her at the same time.
“Fuck, Max,” she gasped, her fingers clawing at the wet walls as she came closer and closer to her orgasm. Max hadn’t had all that much experience, but he knew the way her body tightened and her breathing increased that she was getting close. Rather than speeding up, he kept his pace, pleasuring her in all three ways. Gabby cried out as she came, warmth washing over her body both physically and mentally. Her knees buckled and her face contorted as she rode out the powerful orgasm.
Max retuned his mouth to her thighs, kissing over every spot that he found beautiful. Had he more time, he could have spent the entire night kissing her body.
Gabby lightly tugged his hair back to look down at him, a warm smile on her face. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.
Max smiled back. “Here and there.”
Gabby helped him back to his feet and the two washed off, lathering one another up and helping the other wash their back. Max stepped out first, wrapping the towel around himself and drying off quickly. He looked back at Gabby as she did the same. She took a seat on the porcelain side of the bathtub and began rubbing a sweet, floral lotion into her skin. Max watched for a moment, mesmerized as she massaged herself.
As he went to pull on his underwear, she looked up and said, “Nuh-uh.”
“Hm?” Max stopped pulling them on mid-thigh. “No underwear?”
“No. We’re not done just yet.” She rose from the tub and sauntered towards him. When she was close enough, Gabby tugged his underwear back down to his feet. He stepped out of them and allowed her to drag him to the bed. With a light push, Max fell onto his back. He settled into the bed and adjusted the pillows. Gabby stopped by the drawer and removed a box of condoms from underneath a few pairs of socks. Her look darkened as she turned back to him.
“You remember what I said, don’t you, Max? About the bad things?”
“I remember that you wouldn’t tell me what they were,” he smiled. Gabby crossed the room and reached into a separate drawer, this one much more casual. From his angle, Max could see a few pairs of underwear next to what looked like Drew’s collection of ties. His brows went up. “Is that what the bad thing is?”
“It’s the beginning of the bad things,” she smiled. Gabby crossed the room and crawled across the bed towards him. She moved up his body, a knee on either side of his ribs, and reached forward to tie his wrist to the bedpost. Max wiggled around to make sure it wasn’t too tight. Once Gabby was done with one hand, she moved over to the other one and repeated her actions. Max made a show of struggling against the ties, a performance that made Gabby giggle.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look cute all tied up?” she asked, waggling her eyebrow at him.
“Not in recent memory, but I’m always a fan of hearing it,” he replied.
Gabby eased herself back down his body and took hold of his erection again. Max had never known he was into this kind of play, but seeing as he was just as hard as he’d been when he and Drew fooled around, it was quite apparent that he enjoyed the restraints. Gabby began stroking him, watching for the reactions that would follow. They were almost immediate. Max’s eyes fluttered closed and he inadvertently tugged against the ties around his wrists, drawn right back into the moment.
She looked on with pride as he squirmed and writhed underneath her touch. He responded to each and every one of her stimulations. When she bent down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, Max’s voice went up an octave. Gabby could have never expected that sound to be as sexy as it was. He groaned and panted as she began bobbing her head, the suction from her mouth centered on the sensitive tip.
“Jesus,” he whined, prying his eyes open to look down at her. Gabby stared up, deviousness in her expression. “I wanna touch you so bad,” he murmured.
She pulled away from his member and said, “That’s too bad, isn’t it?” Max wanted to complain, but the feelings he experienced wouldn’t allow it. The only thing on his mind was how nice Gabby’s lips felt wrapped around his shaft.
Just as he approached his climax, Gabby pulled away and wiped her mouth. It was almost agonizing how she continued to do this, but Max didn’t dare complain. He knew the satisfaction she got from seeing him at her mercy, and he knew all too well how to play that role. In a way, it was similar to Drew. They were both quite dominant in the bed. The idea of the two of them rolling around nearly made Max come. Instead, he focused on her actions.
Gabby brushed her dark hair from her face and inched her way up his body once more. She reached for the condom and unwrapped it, sliding it down Max’s erection. He lie still with baited breath as she adjusted the rubber around his length. Once she finished, she turned back to him.<
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“Tell me how bad you want it,” she instructed. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.”
Max almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Never had he asked a woman to do such a thing, but he complied with her request without a second thought. “Please, Gabby, please fuck me.” A satisfied smile spread slow across her face.
She positioned herself and slowly lowered her body onto his, sighing as he filled her. She moved down tenderly until she felt him bottom out. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, the feeling of relief great. Max wanted to reach out and touch her hips. For a moment, he even forgot that his hands were bound, and he started to make a move only to sigh with light frustration. The experience was as exciting as it was an inconvenience. Gabby was in control.
She started out the speed slowly, rolling her hips against him with growing momentum. Her palms pressed flat against his chest as she rode him. Max shivered as he felt himself exit and enter her body repeatedly. He gripped the bedposts out of sheer need to touch something.
“God, yes, Gabby,” he panted, his back arching as she increased her speed. Her body moved with his like clockwork, down when he went up and up when he went down. They met each other’s middles over and over again, eagerly grinding once they connected. Gabby reached forward and slipped a finger into his mouth, and Max accepted it enthusiastically. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked, his eyes glued to hers. She smirked with satisfaction and began bouncing on him. Just as he became used to this sensation, she froze above him.
“Fuck me, Maxie,” she said lightly, as if she were bored and distracted with something else. Max chuckled and planted his feet into the mattress. Though he couldn’t use his hands, that didn’t mean his legs didn’t work. Max pushed up from the bed to make up for Gabby’s stillness. She could only hold out with her dissatisfied look for so long. Soon she made the same noises Max had made only moments before. Though he didn’t look the type, Max’s thrusts were powerful. He connected with her loudly, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room. Gabby squeezed her eyes shut and let her mouth gape as he pounded upwards into her.
“Oh, shit,” Max exclaimed. He could feel the oncoming orgasm growing more powerful, but he didn’t hold back.
“Harder, Maxie,” she urged, her fingers circling her clit with need. Unlike before, Max added more to everything. He shot up higher and moved faster, his toes curling as he filled the condom. His moans echoed off the bedroom walls.
Gabby’s fingers curled into fists as he thrusted. Unable to hold herself up, she lowered herself on top of him, whimpering as he rode out his orgasm. She peaked as well, wrapping around his body as they both came down from their highs together.
“God,” she gasped, her heart pounding in her chest. She pushed up to look down at Max. A determined bead of sweat ran down his forehead. She smiled with endearment and swiped it clean. “You did so well,” she praised, kissing him tenderly. With her lips still to his, she reached up and untied his hands. They found their way to her hair, tangling in her locks as he deepened the kiss. Max rolled her onto her side and removed his condom. He tossed it into the trash and returned to bed, saddling up next to her.
He wanted to say something, but all he could do was stare back wordlessly, lost in the blissful aura surrounding her. Her cheeks and neck were flushed with red, and her sweat smelled of the lotion she’d put on earlier. He slipped underneath the covers with her and pulled her into his arms. He was out like a light in no time.
Eleven
Max had never woken up in bed with another man’s wife, but the next morning, he could finally say that he had. Drew entered the room as quietly as he could, but it wasn’t quiet enough. Max stirred from his sleep and slipped out from underneath Gabby. Drew smiled at him and leaned against the dresser.
“How did your date go?” he asked in a soft voice.
Max sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He fought back the urge to yawn loudly. “It went perfectly,” he said, smiling down at Gabby as she mumbled in her sleep. “We went to a cooking class. Talked a lot. She’s actually incredibly interesting. Her family sounds like a handful and a half, though.”
Drew chuckled. “You’ve never even met them and you hit the nail on the head. I’m glad you two had fun.”
“That’s just… so weird,” Max laughed softly.
“What’s weird?”
“Your whole demeanor about the situation. If I told anyone that I went out with someone’s wife and then we came back to fool around, they’d look at me like I was a terrible person. And I hope it doesn’t sound insensitive when I say that it’s crazy that you’re even okay with all of this in the first place.” Max swung his feet from the bed and stretched out his muscles.
“Me and Gabby had this discussion a long time ago,” Drew said, smiling. “We both have needs that neither one of us can help. We both like to be in charge. That’s what attracted me to her in the first place. While we get along perfectly in every way, sometimes it’s fun to switch things up. Sometimes it’s fun to have people in our bed that we can both be the boss of.”
Max blushed at the idea. “When you put it like that, I think it makes perfect sense. My mom always raised me to believe that nobody would ever be one hundred percent perfect for me. Love wasn’t about finding your perfect match, it was finding someone with imperfections that you could live with and accept. It was recognizing the little differences you had, and embracing them. What you and Gabby have worked out seems to be in the same vein. You and her both enjoy this. Anyone else who sees it as something weird should probably mind their own business.”
“You hit the nail on the head,” Drew smiled. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, though. I need to get ready, I have a meeting early this morning. School stuff, as usual.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. Max nodded, watching as Drew walked into the bathroom. There was a moment of silence then Drew laughed. He returned to the bedroom, Max’s underwear hanging from his index finger.
“I do believe these are yours,” he smiled. Max’s eyes widened and he scrambled over to grab them. Though he’d already been with Drew and they’d both seen each other totally naked, Max still felt embarrassment climbing up his spine. He hurried out of the room and laughed all the way to his bedroom.
Once he’d bathed and put on a decent amount of clothing, Max headed down to see Izzy. She sat sleepily on the sofa, her eyes glued to the purple pencil dancing on the TV. When she saw Max, her eyes lit up.
“Max! Look it.” She pointed at the TV and giggled as the pencil made a silly face and flipped over. He took a seat beside her and kicked up his feet, curious what in the world she was even watching. As they watched the pencil come up with a plan with his friends, Izzy explained the show to him. From what he gathered, it centered around school supplies trying to make it back to their owner that had forgotten them when she left for summer break. It was an outlandish concept, but Max would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little entertained. There were a few jokes intended for adults that he caught, and he tried not to laugh too hard at them.
Gabby came downstairs halfway through the program and smiled at Max. She jerked her head into the kitchen, signaling for him to follow her. He nodded and turned to Izzy. “I’ve gotta start on breakfast for you, but I’ll be back, okay?”
“Okay,” she pouted. Max ruffled her hair and then stood to follow Gabby. She led him to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.
“Is this another one of those moments where you say we need to talk?” Max guessed. The look on her face told him he was right. “I was gonna pull you to the side once you woke up, too. How was everything last night?” He didn’t want to sound self-conscious or like he doubted his own skills, but Gabby’s happiness was his biggest priority. If he needed to do more or less of something, he wanted her to tell him.
“You were perfect. I haven’t… like that in a while.” Gabby lowered her voice so that Izzy wouldn’t hear from the living room. “I don’t want to give you a b
ig head or anything, but you get straight As from me.”
He smiled wide and nodded. “That’s good to hear. And you were unbelievable. I’d never tried that whole dominatrix-lite thing you had going on, but it was something else.”
Drew entered the kitchen behind Max, his hand sliding along Max’s lower back as he passed him. “That dominatrix-lite thing is the reason I married her,” he informed him. “Most guys she’s with never behave the way I heard you did, though.”
“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” Max laughed.
“Please, take it as a raving review about your bedroom skills,” Gabby said, looking back as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She carried it to the table and sat beside Drew. “So, what’s your schedule look like, Max?”
He thought it over while he whipped up a bowl of yogurt for Izzy. “Um… Oh, I don’t have anything planned today, but I’m going out with the ladies tomorrow. Gonna be awkward since the situation with Hector and—” he said, catching himself midway through his sentence. “Hector and, um, the girl I was telling you about. I don’t know how to handle that situation.”
Drew looked over his newspaper, none the wiser. Max had told Gabby about the situation with Louisa because he couldn’t bear to keep that secret to himself. It wasn’t right, but he was now determined to let as few people know about it as he could. This was Louisa’s business to tell.
“Talking to her is the best place to start, like I said,” Gabby said.
“Yeah, but I don’t know how to talk to her about it. ‘Hey, so about your boyfriend hitting you?’ It doesn’t feel like it’s my place to even bring it up, y’know?” Max sighed and continued cutting strawberries in half. He sprinkled them into the bowl and added a serving of granola on top.
“You’re her friend, Max. If you approach the situation respectfully and with concern, I can’t imagine that she’d get mad at you for showing that you care. But then, I don’t really know her like you do. If you don’t think it’s your place to bring it up, I say trust your gut.” Gabby sipped from her mug, her eyes heavy with concern for him.