What Maxi Needs

by Calista Fox

She freed him from her breasts, and he felt a tinge of regret over the choice he’d made, because her chest was voluptuous and so damn tempting.

  But then her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, her mouth closed over his head, and holy shit did she kick the blaze up to a flaming bonfire!

  “Maxi,” he barely managed to say. “Oh, Jesus…”

  She took him deep in her mouth. Stroked with her tongue. Lightly scraped with her teeth. Glided over his flesh with her moist lips.

  Nothing could possibly compare to Maxi’s skill. Her dedication. Her determination. And with the invitation for him to come this way taunting his brain, Ryan couldn’t escape the exhilaration mounting within him.

  His fingers threaded through her silky hair. He held her head in place while he fucked her mouth. She opened wide for him.

  When he couldn’t last a second more, he demanded, “Suck me hard, sweetheart.” Her lips closed tight and her cheeks drew in as she did as instructed. Ryan felt all the blood rush to that highly sensitive erogenous zone. Tremors moved through him.

  He told her in a gruff voice, “Swallow me down. All of me.”

  Then he erupted in her mouth.

  She sucked harder, took everything he had to offer. Drained him completely.

  “Oh, goddamn!” He growled. “Fuck, yes. Maxi.”

  His body convulsed. His fingers tightened around the strands he held. His eyelids squeezed shut for several seconds as white orbs burst behind them. Then they snapped open, and his gaze fixed again on the goddess at his feet.

  She released him, lifted her head, and smiled. “Wow. That was like…so hot.” Her eyes danced a little. Her smile turned euphoric. “I almost came.”

  Ryan released the fat curls he held in his hands and gripped her arms. “You’re going to.” He guided her up and back, so that she was sprawled in the corner opposite from the one he’d occupied. He snaked his arms under her and clasped her sexy underwear, peeling the boy-shorts away. His hands pressed to her knees, spreading her legs wide.

  She had one booted foot propped on the sofa, resting on a thick white-and-silver fur throw so that her heel didn’t dig into the cushion. The other foot was on the floor. He positioned himself between her thighs. Inhaled her scent. Reveled over the small, pink, dewy parts of her that begged for his attention. Wept for it.

  His head lowered. Maxi sucked in a breath.

  Ryan’s tongue glided over her slick folds. Her hips bucked. She let out a small cry of pleasure.

  He took the encouragement for what it was. He licked again. Then his lips tugged at hers. Her legs fell open, even wider. Her fingers combed through his hair.

  The tip of Ryan’s tongue flickered over her clit, and her breath caught. He suckled deep, then flitted his tongue over her wet flesh, making her squirm. Her breathing turned ragged.

  Ryan hadn’t engaged in this decadent guilty pleasure in a long time, and had certainly never been quite so enthusiastic about it. That related, once again, primarily to him choosing prudent women who found this act borderline pornographic. Yet the way Maxi’s hips rose and she pressed herself to his mouth had him yearning not only to enjoy the bounty offered, but also to get her off with a powerful orgasm.

  He flattened his palms against her inner thighs, keeping her open to him. His tongue fluttered over her small, swollen bud, and she let out a low, throaty moan. He alternated between featherlike flicks with the tip of his tongue and more determined strokes that were firmer and fuller.

  “Oh, my God, Ryan,” she said in a lusty tone. “That is so amazingly good. So fantastic.”

  His lips toyed with hers again. Her breath hitched every time he tugged on them…and when he suckled her clit.

  “Christ,” she murmured. “I’m going to come.”

  He shifted slightly, and slid a finger into her wet pussy. His tongue homed in on that sensitive pearl again, and he put all the effort he had into driving her wild.

  Maxi’s hips rolled. Her fingers fisted in his hair. Her erotic whimpers filled the room.

  “Yes,” she muttered. “Oh, God, yes. Make me come.”

  Ryan eased in a second finger, gave her a moment to assimilate, then pumped heartily.

  “Oh, fuck!” she called out.

  Her inner walls clenched his fingers, but he continued to massage the tight canal with vigor as he fervently ate her pussy.

  “Ryan… Oh, my God. Ryan…” She placed one hand on the cushion beneath her, lifted her butt off the sofa, and ground herself against him. “Oh, Jesus Christ!”

  He felt the tension grip her. Hold her suspended.

  Then the release ripped through her, and she screamed his name. Her body quaked. Her cream coated his fingers, his tongue. She tasted as incredible as she felt.

  “Oh, damn!” She panted heavily. Her eyelids were closed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her lips were parted, eliciting the desire within him to kiss her.

  But all Ryan could do was take in the incredibly alluring sight of her, lost in the powerful climax he’d given her.

  Her inner muscles still clutched him tight. Her thighs quivered, as did her stomach. Her skin was flushed, and her nipples were so damn hard, it took all the willpower he possessed not to lean forward and draw one deep into his mouth.

  He didn’t move an inch, because she was held captive in a thrilling, spellbinding place. Drowning in delirium. He saw it all so clearly just by cataloging every single ripple of flesh—and the fact that she simply couldn’t catch her breath.

  Ryan had no idea how long he knelt between her legs and stared at her. Mesmerized. Triumphant. Erect.

  For God’s sake…he was hard again.

  Her eyelids eventually fluttered open, and she gazed at him with a dreamy expression. “You deserve a gold medal for that.” Her voice was soft and sensuous. And he didn’t miss the tinge of her gratitude.

  “Can you understand that I’ve discovered there is nothing under the sun more motivational than a woman who looks like you, smells like you, responds to me the way you do…?”

  She smiled alluringly. “I’m not sure which one of us is the powder keg and which one is the lit fuse.”

  His head dipped, and his lips whisked over her slick folds. Against them, he whispered, “Does it matter?”

  “Oh, God. Ryan.” Her body continued to tremble. “No, it doesn’t. Not at all.”

  He withdrew his fingers and then kissed his way up her stomach, over her ribs to her breasts. His tongue curled around one of her taut nipples, teasing it even tighter. He gave the same attention to her other puckered peak, and she sighed contentedly.

  His mouth brushed over the tops of her breasts. The tip of his tongue swept over her collarbone. His torso pressed to hers as he wedged himself between her legs and continued to taste her.

  “You’re absolutely delicious,” he told her. Then nipped at her neck.

  Her body jolted—a response he loved evoking. She teasingly said, “You’re playing with fire.”

  “Good.” He gently bit his way up her throat. Kissed along her jaw. Then got serious with a passionate lip-lock.

  Maxi gripped his biceps, her fingertips pressing into his muscles. Her body writhed beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Her pussy, still so wet and warm, ground against his thick shaft and sensitive balls. Making him wild for her.

  In between searing kisses, she asked, “How do you want me?”

  His gut clenched with desire. Such a loaded question. One he was initially inclined to answer with a simple, “Every way imaginable.”

  But as she nibbled around the corners of his mouth, her firm ass offered to him flashed in his mind.

  Scooting away, he took her hand and pulled her from the sofa. The fact that she wore nothing but the boots turned him on even more. He positioned her so that her back was to him. Then he guided her into the perfect stance—one knee bent on the sofa cushion, the other foot planted firmly on the floor. Her forearms rested against the rolled arm of the couch. She arched he
r spine, which lifted her bare ass high in the air.

  A strangled sound wrenched from somewhere deep in Ryan’s throat. This picture would be forever engrained on his brain.

  He reached for the bag with the condoms. Yanked out the box and tore the cardboard apart. He grabbed one strip, ripped off a single packet, and tossed everything else aside. Sheathed himself in record time.

  Then he said, “You’re going to want to hold on for this ride.”

  Chapter Eight

  Electric bolts zapped Maxi along every single one of her erogenous zones. Her voice was nothing but a breathy whisper as she told him, “Those are exactly the words I want to hear.”

  She still vibrated from head to toe from the sensational orgasm he’d just delivered. Her clit and pussy pulsated with the need for more. Ryan had definitely opened the sexual floodgates, and Maxi was desperate to ride the wave.

  He palmed her ass cheeks, and it sent fire through her body. As he stood behind her, his cock nudged her opening. A gentle teasing.

  Her fingers curled into the arm of the couch as she readied herself for his entry. Knowing that whether it was slow and seductive or quick and forceful, she’d be in heaven.

  “Ryan,” she urged.

  His erection glided along her pussy lips. Back and forth. Taunting her. Stoking the fire.

  She glanced at him over her shoulder and found him gazing hungrily at her.

  “Oh, God.” She moaned. “You look at me like that and I just barrel right toward an orgasm.”

  “I think you’re due a few more.”

  “Ryan.” His name flew from her mouth on a rush of air. “Please.”

  The corner of his mouth tipped. “I like it when you beg.”

  “I like it when you give me what I want.”

  “That’s not a worry. Giving you what you want is precisely what I want. So…we’re—”

  “Ryan,” she interrupted his diatribe. “Fascinating as I find the verbal—”

  “Never mind.” A heartbeat later, he thrust into her from behind.

  Maxi let out a squeal of delight, her head whipping back, her spine bowing further. He filled her so magnificently, it was a wonder she didn’t immediately come again. Somehow, she was able to hold on to the surge of sensations that lit her up and kept the tremors running through her.

  “Damn, Maxi,” he said in a thick voice. “I don’t think I could ever get used to how amazing you feel. So fucking tight and wet.”

  “Give it to me good, Einstein.” Her nails bit into the arm of the sofa. She didn’t give a damn if she was shredding the material. She didn’t care if they wrecked the whole condo, Edward and Bella style. All that passion was sexy and so long overdue in her life.

  Ryan’s hands shifted to the dip of her waist. He gripped her steadily and then fucked her hard. His cock pumped into her, and Maxi held on to the sofa as he rocked her body—and she pushed back against him with every aggressive thrust.

  Their choppy breaths were completely in sync. They moved together as though their bodies had been designed for each other; as though they’d long ago mastered a perfect sexual harmony.

  It was so amazing, Maxi dropped her forehead to the cushion, closed her eyes, and let every thought slip from her mind. Her sole focus centered on all the riotous feelings Ryan incited. The lust, the heat, the need for release. And something so much deeper. Something she’d never experienced before.

  There was a strong physical bond between them as well as a profound emotional one. He admired and respected her. He’d created a give-and-receive relationship with her. They were fantastic together because neither tried to manipulate the other; this was about mutual pleasure and adoration.

  And that intensified all the feelings welling within Maxi.

  One of Ryan’s hands slid around to the front of her and he rubbed her clit with a rapid, wicked pace that kept time with his forceful thrusts.

  So forceful! He drove deep, nearly pulled all the way out. Plunged back in. The fast and furious moves jarred her in the most beautifully enticing way. As though he simply couldn’t get enough of her—precisely the way he’d always kissed her.

  The strained sounds falling from his lips told her that he was as enrapt as she was, lost in the passion of their lovemaking.

  “God, Ryan.” She could barely breathe. “You feel so incredible. So thick and so hot.”

  He massaged her clit with a bit more pressure, really homing in on that hypersensitive knot of nerves, as his cock stroked her inner walls, pushing her up, up, up!

  His head rubbed her G-spot when he pumped steadily into her, making her half out of her mind. Making her whimper and grind against him.

  “I need you to come, Maxi,” he said on a low growl. “Come for me.”

  She heard the desperation in his tone. Bringing her the ultimate in pleasure seemed to be a defining point for him—perhaps the final release from whatever spell Elizabeth had cast on him?

  Maxi couldn’t help but think that was exactly what was happening—that he was erasing the past by fucking Maxi hard, eliciting her moans of sheer ecstasy, proving to himself that he could deliver a powerful orgasm that would make her lose it completely and scream his name.

  That was exactly what happened.

  Maxi couldn’t contain the sensations. They collided and erupted within her.

  “Ryan!”

  The climax hit her fervently, electrifyingly.

  As she squeezed Ryan tight, he said in an edgy tone, “Oh, Jesus. You are so fantastic!” He thrust deep and exploded inside her.

  Maxi clenched his cock, drawing out her own orgasm. Intensifying his, if the convulsing of his body was any indication.

  “Oh, fuck.” He groaned. “So. Damn. Good.”

  She figured they could have at it a million times and keep responding this fiercely to each other, this vibrantly.

  While the electric currents still ran through her, he slowly withdrew. So slowly that every tiny piece of her felt the erotic caress.

  “Ryan,” she said on a sigh. “I can’t believe how out of control I get with you.”

  He whipped off the condom and tossed it in the previously discarded plastic bag. “It’s a mutual feeling.”

  Maxi straightened. The tingles continued to dance along her skin.

  She said, “Nice to know. Because I definitely have not had my fill. And as I recall, there’s a silk tie in your pants pocket. Let’s put it to good use.” She winked deviously.

  Ryan snatched the strand of condoms in one hand and then grabbed his tie with the other. He gave her a devilish look. “Please tell me the posts connected to your bed are conducive to tying you up.”

  “As a matter of fact,” she informed him, as she sauntered by on slightly shaky legs because she was still thoroughly worked up, “there are several strategic places to secure me. And the pork loin won’t be ready for another half hour.” She crooked her finger at him. “Restrain me however you want, Einstein. And have your way with me.”

  * * *

  Maxi was studying production figures the next afternoon when she caught a whiff of lilacs. She glanced up as Lola Vonn strolled through her open doorway, looking fabulous in a skintight leopard-print dress and knee-high black suede boots.

  “Oh, my God!” Maxi scooted around her desk and crossed the room, giving her dear friend an enthusiastic hug. When she pulled away, she said, “Damn, you’re gorgeous!”

  Lola had a modern-day Marilyn Monroe appeal, all curvy and vivacious, with fluffy blonde hair and sky-blue eyes.

  “What are you doing here?” Maxi asked excitedly.

  “Alex and I wanted to surprise you. And Staci.” Lola beamed, radiant from her engagement and likely her newfound achievements in the Marketing department. “We flew in for the night. I want to take you out for drinks to thank you—a million times over—for all that you’re doing in Operations to keep the ad campaign from being a wasted effort. Everyone in Marketing is so thrilled with its success, but we also understand the str
ain it’s put on production.”

  “We’re pulling through,” Maxi assured her. “It’s a wonderful campaign, and things are really starting to happen for Staci Kay Shoes. Everyone’s thrilled, despite the setbacks.”

  “And you’re my hero.” Lola hugged her this time.

  “Don’t pin that on me,” she said. “Plenty of people have been working their asses off. Including one seriously clever man I want you to meet.” Maxi wagged her brows.

  “She’s not on the market,” Alex said as he strode into the office and gave Maxi a tight hug.

  She laughed. “I so know that. I’ve seen the two-carat diamond ring you gave Lola. You’ll get a kick out of meeting Ryan too. In fact, Lola and I will have plenty of time to catch up when you and my new director—a PhD—get together. The topics of conversation for you two will be endless.”

  Lola said, “Then let’s collect him and Staci, and spend the evening with expensive champagne and great company!”

  “My kind of outing,” Maxi told her. Then she leaned in close and whispered, “P.S., girlfriend. Nerds rule.”

  Lola winked. “Don’t I know it?”

  * * *

  Ryan had to put a hell of a lot of effort into focusing on Tuesday—and not think of all the wicked things he’d done to Maxi the night before at her condo, after dinner and drinks with her friends. Well, he had trouble getting thoughts of what he’d done to her Sunday evening out his head too. Especially when he’d tied her to the bedposts and had made her come a half dozen times. The pork loin had burned, the smoke alarm had gone off, and neither of them had cared while he was deep inside her.

  Now, he had Gantt charts to update and two meetings to prep materials for so that Maxi was free to meet with Staci first thing in the morning, and then gather her VP status reports, so that everyone was on the same page as they started the new week in amplified production mode, rather than crisis mode.

  Anne Phelps, Ryan’s fifty-something assistant, had returned from vacation and she was efficient and pleasant, quickly grasping the intensity of the situation and diving right in to help out.

  Though, on the plus side, Ryan was happy to share with her that they’d put out the most rampant of fires and were working with a more manageable situation.