Maxen (Kinky Shine Book 2)

by Stephanie Witter

I broke the kiss, breathing too fucking loud and fast after only kissing her. I should be embarrassed by how much she’s having an effect on me, but I wasn’t. She felt too good, tasted too good to be anything other than turned on and eager to go farther.

  “Don’t stop,’’ she begged, her eyes still closed. Her mouth was bruised from our kiss and I craved turning these plump lips a deeper pink, but first…

  “Patience.’’ I ran my nose along hers one last time and dragged both hands to the hem of her dress stopping above her knees. If there’s one piece of clothing I loved, it’s dresses. There’s nothing better than easy access to what was really interesting underneath. I didn’t mind lingerie and shit like that, but what I preferred was the birthday suit.

  I trailed my fingers on her thighs, feeling her smooth skin. Crouching in front of her, my head was level with her pussy still hidden by her dress and covered by her panties, but one deep breath and I could smell her arousal. She must be drenched. My balls tightened, and my cock pushed harder against the zipper of my pants and it’s ridiculously painful.

  I pushed my forehead against her stomach and applied pressure with my mouth just above her clit. She sucked on her breath. Yeah, I knew where she wanted my mouth, I knew what she needed. I smiled against her and let my hands fall back to her knees until I grasped the hem of her dress and stood back up, tugging it upward on the way. There’s probably a zipper on that thing somewhere, but who needed it?

  I watched as her body was revealed to me for the first time and if heaven felt like this, I’d sign up right now.

  Her panties, a small piece of black and white lace covered barely anything, but too much for me not to want to tear it off her body. Her hips flared in a curve I was dying to explore with my hands and my tongue and over her flat stomach and her small pierced navel. There’s a small green stone sparkling, and I would have never guessed Lark with a piercing. I groaned and threw her dress aside when it went over her head. My eyes went up and stopped on her breasts covered by a bra matching her panties. It cupped her round breasts to perfection, presenting them to me in tantalizing curves. From here, I could make out her small nipples pushing against the lace, begging for my mouth and fingers to play with them until Lark asked me, begged me for more. My breathing accelerated again and I brought my hands to her hips, the curves a perfect match for my big palms. I watched her skin intently as I lightly traced the path of her tiny panties low on her flat stomach and then down to the juncture of her shapely thighs and pussy. I loved that spot on a woman’s body, and with Lark, it’s even sweeter. She’s the perfect example of a woman’s body. She had curves to counter my hard edges, and I couldn’t wait to feel them all over me. Or under me.

  Every time she took a breath, her breasts moved and pushed through her bra, making the swell above the cups impossible to miss. I licked my lips, already picturing me losing myself in these delicious tits.

  “Take off your shirt, Maxen. I want to see you,’’ she said with a soft voice dripping with lust. Her words tore me out of my thoughts and my admiration of her luscious body.

  I grinned and quickly stripped off the damn shirt. I couldn’t help but flex my pecs and then my abs when her eyes landed on my chest. Immediately, her cheeks turned a deeper red.

  “When did you pierce your nipple? You didn’t have that in college,’’ she asked, panting slightly. Hearing her voice like that, her breathing increasing when I wasn’t even touching her yet had me panting too.

  I briefly glanced down at the barbell through my nipple and shrugged before I went back to watching her and locking eyes with hers. “Two years ago. Otis and I were wasted.’’

  She smiled and came closer to me, and she caught me off guard. Slowly, she blew some air on my chest, right between my pecs and then, ran her tongue until her hot mouth closed around my pierced nipple. I closed my eyes and groaned, bringing a hand behind her head to keep her there.

  “Oh fuck, Lark,’’ I strangled out and moaned again when she tugged on the barbell delicately before she ran her tongue farther down and explored my abs. Her hands started toying with the waist of my jeans, and I knew that as soon as she went to unbutton them, the teasing would be over.

  I’d wanted this woman since we were eighteen years old. I think it’s safe to say I really needed inside her as soon as possible before I exploded. I’d rather explode balls deep in her than like this when we’re just getting started.

  I snaked a hand under her chin, gripped her jaw and brought her head back up until I crashed my mouth on hers again.

  ***

  LARK

  I was panting, grabbing Maxen’s jeans and finally popped open the button with my fingers. Eagerness and a hint of fear mostly covered by an intense lust like I’ve never experienced before rushed my movements. When the button gave, I moaned into his mouth and took hold of the zipper, determined to get rid of his pants, but his big hand closed around my wrist and stopped me. He sucked on my lower lip until I whimpered and then pulled away. It took me a few seconds to open my eyes and lock them with his. What I saw had my already wobbly knees turn to complete jelly.

  The light green eyes I was used to seeing were now a moss green so hungry that my heart raced faster. With his lips a deeper pink and slightly swollen, he looked like a man who’d been devoured and who wanted to make some devouring in return.

  “If we don’t go to a room now I’m going to take you right here against a wall or on the couch, Lark. I don’t want that for our first time.’’

  His words made me conjure up an image of Maxen pushing me against a wall and taking me like that, furiously until I couldn’t see straight, and it’s crazy but, I wouldn’t be against it. And he shouldn’t be either.

  I frowned at him and went to say something, but he pecked my lips before he crouched in front of me and I suddenly left the ground in favor of his big, strong tattooed arms. I let out a brief cry as I wound my arms around his neck and tightly tucked my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his cologne and that musky smell that was all Maxen.

  “It wouldn’t have mattered, you know,’’ I said quietly close to his ear as he stalked to his room and kicked the door that he left half-open after grabbing a shirt for me to sleep in.

  He lowered me back to the floor slowly, letting my body slide down his. His hands traced my sides, then my waist until he brought them to my ass, squeezing tightly. I was pressed against his impressive erection sadly still covered by denim.

  “It would have to me,’’ he retorted, his words terser than I would have expected, but soon his grin came back as his eyes went to my breasts and then farther down. “Now, if you want to get rid of my pants, I’m all yours.’’

  I shook my head and without thinking, reached for his zipper. My fingers brushed against his hard cock, and I watched his abs tensing. I wanted to kiss his chest again, lick his muscles and taste his salty skin, but above else, I wanted to see all of him. I lowered his zipper and his cock barely covered by his briefs pushed through the opening of his pants. I bit my tongue before I let out a moan again. His underwear crudely outlined his cock and what I could see was impressive. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips when my eyes latched onto the damp spot on the fabric of his briefs.

  “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to throw you on the bed and fuck you until we both can’t take it anymore,’’ he growled under his breath, but it reached my ears in the quiet room and had me shivering visibly. This man had such an effect on me I didn’t know what to make of this.

  His big hands closed around my shoulders and slowly trailed down my arms and stopped at my waist before he snaked them to my ass. His breathing hitched and I couldn’t help the small smile from stretching my lips at knowing I also had that kind of effect on him.

  Quickly, I grabbed the waistband of his jeans and tugged down. I wanted to get his underwear off too and see all of him, but I resisted. That didn’t mean I didn’t let my hands cup his tight ass for a few glorious lingering seconds before
I pushed his pants down past it.

  He crouched and ran his lips down my jaw and neck to explore my collarbone. I knew goose bumps were breaking all over my skin and my blood pumped harder, faster through my body. My movements became more urgent as his tongue attacked the swell of my breasts and his stubble rasped over my sensitive skin. Finally, his pants fell to his ankles, stopped by his black dress shoes, something I had never seen him wearing before tonight.

  He pulled away from my skin and locked eyes with me again, toeing off his shoes and cringing slightly when the left one didn’t cooperate immediately. When both shoes were off not far away from where we were standing, he stepped off his jeans and stood proudly in front of me, his cock jutting out under his briefs, his muscles tight and begging for me to touch, that pierced nipple drawing me in…

  Everything in him had me ready to pounce.

  But one closer look at how tight he was clenching his fists, how he was gritting his teeth and how his eyes narrowed on me, going back and forth between my parted lips and my heaving chest with my boobs heavy with desire that pushed against the tight confines of my bra, made me pause.

  He looked like a man ready to fuck me in a way I probably had never been fucked in my life before.

  When his hands left my body, I took a step toward him but stopped when he started to lower his briefs. I ceased breathing when I got the first peek of the thick base of his hard cock. I knew he was watching me, not missing a single expression on my face upon seeing him naked for the first time and not an ounce of embarrassment hit me.

  The light hair from his navel to his cock had me licking my lips in anticipation to kissing that path and the vein there just next to that happy trail had been something I’ve been thinking of in spite of myself since I first saw it last week in his kitchen back in LA.

  He pushed the fabric of his briefs lower and more of his thick cock was revealed. I knew my eyes must be widening, but I couldn’t help my reaction. He’s bigger, thicker than I expected. His underwear fell to the floor, but I didn’t pay attention to it now. All I saw was the huge dick standing proudly in front of me, the bead of pre-cum at his reddened tip and his heavy and tight balls between his powerful thighs.

  Maxen was big in all places and gorgeous from every angle you looked at him.

  Slowly, I brought my eyes back to his face, and while I had expected a smug smile, there was only that intensity in his eyes and his swollen lips parted calling for more kisses. Teasing and light-heartedness were over.

  He walked to me and only stopped when his breath fanned my skin over the swell of my breasts. I expected him to touch them, to kiss me, but he took me by surprise when he walked around me and brought his chest flushed against my back, pushing his thick cock between my ass cheeks. Slowly, he ran it up and down. His breathing was loud puffs of air, and I was panting again as my skin warmed up to the point of getting uncomfortably hot and seemingly too tight for me.

  “Your ass is perfection, Lark. More than once I’ve pictured myself fucking you from behind,’’ he said in my ear and took my earlobe in his mouth, sucking on it until I shivered violently against him, pushing my ass harder against his cock. He groaned and released my ear to push away the hair from my neck and started kissing my skin there. “I can smell how wet you are, baby. Do you know how fucking hot it is?’’

  Blindly, I brought my hands behind me and down until I was touching his thighs. His skin was hot and tight under my palms as his muscles bunched for a brief moment as I let them trail up. But in this position, I couldn’t reach where I wanted to touch him, his cock. I made a distressed sound in the back of my throat, and he answered it with a rumbling growl I felt coming from deep within his chest still pressed against my back.

  “Maxen, I want to touch you.’’ I barely recognized my own voice. It’s lower, breathier than I’ve ever heard it.

  “I know you want to, and I can’t wait to feel your hand wrapped around my cock, babe. You have no fucking idea how much I want that. But first, I want you naked.’’

  He stepped back and before I could protest, he’d flipped open my bra and pushed it down my arms and off me. He kissed the back of my neck and down my spine, slowly, deeply. His tongue had a taste of my skin here and there, drawing out shivers every time as I fought the instinct that told me to turn around and grab his mouth.

  When he reached the small of my back with his mouth and his hands explored my waist and the line of my panties between my ass and thighs, he lightly bit on my right ass cheek. I moaned, throwing my head back and closing my eyes when a wave of pleasure hit my pussy, drenching my panties further. He bit me again, this time lower, right where my ass meets my thigh and where I knew he couldn't miss how wet I was. He growled when his teeth lightly sunk in my flesh covered by lace.

  “Maxen.’’ It’s a plea, distraught and nothing like me, but I couldn’t take this anymore. Shit, I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

  “Fuck, I know,’’ he growled with urgency in answer and hooked his fingers under my panties and tugged them down my legs. When they fell around my ankles and my feet still clad in my high heels, I expected Maxen to stand up and come back in front of me, but no. He stayed kneeling behind me, his lips trailing over my ass, his fingers running up and down my thighs in a whisper of a touch. “Should I taste your pussy like this? Hm…’’ He growled and took a deep breath as I panted louder, my heart beating so hard that I brought a hand to my chest when it was just shy of painful. “I think I should spread those legs, babe. I want to see your pussy.’’

  I gasped and tensed all over. I also clenched, begging for his touch where I needed it the most. And slowly, I parted my legs, teetering slightly on my high heels when my legs seemed to be ready to buckle under me.

  “Careful there,’’ he whispered right at my ass, his lips tracing the words against my skin. His fingers dug into my hips, and I bit my lips in turn when his thick fingers hard on my flesh had me close to moaning his name. “Perfect. Fucking perfect,’’ he growled and ran his nose along the curve of my ass, so close to my pussy. “Shit, you’re dripping, babe.’’

  And finally, his tongue traced my pussy in a long lick that had me throwing my head back and moaning his name brokenly. But suddenly, he retracted his tongue and pulled away to leave only his fingers to play with me. It was good, amazing even, but nothing like what I was craving now that I’ve felt what it could be like to have Maxen’s mouth there.

  “Wh-what are you doing?’’

  He kissed my ass cheek before he answered with a deep voice that sent another wave of desire to my clit. “I want you to put your hands on the mattress and keep your legs parted.’’

  I blinked and in a daze followed his instructions. When I was bent, my ass in the air and my legs parted to give him a good view of my core, I sensed his hands trembling more on my hips.

  “Fucking perfection,’’ he growled before he knelt behind me again.

  I was breathing loud and fast, louder than before now that I was waiting, expecting, anticipating his mouth on me. But he took his time, running his hands from my hips to the back of my thighs and up to my ass. His mouth kissed my inner thighs slowly, torturously. It was a divine torture I wanted to end and to never stop at the same time.

  But it didn't stop.

  And it was glorious.

  With his fingers he started touching me, toying with me and then, he applied a soft pressure on my aching clit until I began to move my hips, chasing his fingers for more of his touches, for more pleasure. Of course, he denied me and I cursed him. At this point, I didn’t know if the curses were in my head or left my parted lips.

  Then, when I believed I couldn’t take it anymore, he blew air right before his lips closed around my core and his tongue dipped in me harshly.

  I moaned louder. I tried to close my legs and trap him there, but he didn’t let me. He groaned into me and the vibrations made me see double until I wasn’t cognizant anymore. I was made of zings of pleasure, waves of shivers, and bites of elect
ricity coursing through my muscles that tensed more and more as his tongue worked me higher and higher.

  And right when I was about to reach the peak of pleasure, he pulled away, out of breath, his hands going up my sides as he got back to his feet.

  “I’m not going to fuck you from behind. I want too fucking much to see you when you come. Shit Lark, I’m desperate to feel you clench around my cock. Are you ready, babe?’’ His voice was dark, hard. His words left his mouth in between pants.

  I shivered and nodded, straightening on shaky legs. Everything around me was swimming. I was drunk on pleasure, on lust, and before tonight I had never truly understood the meaning of that.

  I toed off my shoes without waiting for his command and turned around. What I saw had me whimpering.

  Maxen was watching me from head to toe, his hard cock in his big hand moving up and down. His thumb swiped at his tip wet with more pre-cum. The vein running down his cock was more visible than before, the light red hue of his skin now a deep red, betraying the need he felt for me.

  I licked my lips, and I sat on the bed before I moved to the middle of the mattress, not once taking my eyes off him.

  As he worked himself, the muscles in his chest and arms played, catching the light of the lamp and bringing shadows between the bulges of his muscles.

  “Come here, Maxen. Now, please,’’ I said, a plea breaking through the haze of desire heavily painted by my low voice.

  He tightened his grip at the base of his cock before he stopped touching himself. His cock stood proudly in front of him. He crouched, grabbed his pants to get a condom before he threw the jeans aside. Without waiting, he walked to the bed and joined me, supporting his weight above me with one arm as he put the foil wrapper between his teeth and put his free hand to my breast. His fingers pinched my nipple, and I arched into him, biting my lower lip before I let out another loud moan.

  He shook his head and went back to his haunches. Before I could protest, he tore open the condom and rolled it on his hard length. “Open those fine legs, Lark.’’