by V. Kelly
He stoops down, picks up the spoon I just had in my mouth, and dips it into the icing. As he goes to taste it, a giant glob of icing drops directly between my boobs.
“Your aim is off,” I say laughing.
“Is it? From this angle it looks like my aim is perfect.”
When I reach for a towel to wipe myself clean, he stops my hand. There is an intense passion in his eyes, and that urge to kiss him comes rushing back. Why am I always thinking about kissing Max? Was this bet a stupid idea? Now, instead of not thinking about sex, I’m thinking about it all the time. I always have the same partner, too—Max.
“You wanted me to taste your icing?” A playful smile warms his face. I know I should tell him to stop when I see his head dip down, but my voice box is broken. I’m so sexually frustrated and curious about what Max’s lips feel like, I can’t say no.
Gently his lips brush against my skin. I suck in a breath as his tongue lightly darts across my cleavage, clearing it of the sticky coating. He lifts his head and looks me directly in the eyes. There is a twinkle to them.
“Your frosting tastes almost as good as you do.”
Holy crap, I’m whimpering, and wet. Fucking hell, Max is turning me on. What happened to that fool proof plan of getting Max to cave and lose the bet? He then takes his thumb and immerses it in the frosting. Slowly he brings it up to my mouth and smears a little against my lips.
“Open,” he commands.
My jaw unhinges from my frustrated gritting, and I open my mouth. He sticks his finger inside, and I suck away the frosting until his finger comes out clean. As he retracts his finger, I have an overwhelming urge to suck it back in, so I do, until I’m giving his finger the “special treatment” I usually save for somewhere else.
Max groans until he rips his finger from my mouth. His hand splays my hip, and he pushes me backward until my back is against the kitchen wall and his mouth is two inches away from mine. “Three months of foreplay. Three months of you teasing my dick. I can’t take it anymore, Breezy. I have to know what it’s like to kiss you.”
My eyes widen, and when my mouth opens to protest, his lips come crashing down onto mine. Holy monkey balls! Max is actually kissing me! My entire body ignites into flames. Max’s lips have created a shit storm of mixed feelings, and most of them have pooled directly between my legs. When my mouth opens slightly, his tongue darts in and plays a wicked tango with my own. Max’s hand grips my waist, and before I know what I’m doing, I direct it to the knot on my back. I’m not in control here. Who is this woman kissing Max right now?
Max pulls away from me for a second and gives me a questioning look. “Are you sure?”
“Do you want me to change my mind?”
He shakes his head and goes back to kissing me. He breaks free of the kiss long enough to move the apron over my head and throw it onto the kitchen floor. His hands trace over my nipples, gripping and gently stroking them with the pads of his thumb and pointer fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. His lips move from my lips, down my neck, and perch against my chest. “I give in. You can have your damn puppy.” Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth. I moan in appreciation.
“Max, we shouldn’t . . .” my voice turns into a hiss when his fingers curl around the edge of my thong, ripping them apart.
“There you go damaging my underwear again,” I laugh.
Max doesn’t say a word. Every inch of my exposed skin from my chest to my belly button is explored with fluttery, light, kisses. The lower he goes, the more my body responds. He spreads my legs and gets on both of his knees. He looks up at me for a split second as if he’s searching for permission. When I don’t say anything, he dives in. His tongue flicks across my clit. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to keep from howling. My hands find sanctuary within the roots of his hair, and I tug him against me until he’s buried within my folds. Occasionally, he looks up to smile. He does this right before one of his digits finds its way inside me and maneuvers into my g-spot.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss. “Max, that feels so damn good.”
I’m totally powerless against Max right now. A little voice in the back of my head says this is wrong and we should stop, but I’m pretty sure the horny part of me now has her tied up in a back room somewhere and is forcing her to watch Max pleasure me.
“Breezy, I want you to come on my tongue,” he orders as he rakes his teeth against my clit and ravages the inside of me with his fingers. As they work in unison, I feel my climax building. When it finally hits, I’m screaming Max’s name and thrashing about in pure ecstasy. I try to push him away. The pleasure is an overstimulation I can’t handle. My head is spinning, and I don’t even feel when I’m lifted off the floor and carried towards my bedroom.
Max gently lays me on the bed. I watch greedily as he removes his shirt, pants, and underwear. His erection is stiff and ready. My hand curls around it, and I lightly stroke him back and forth, guiding him towards me.
“Breezy, please don’t tell me to stop.”
“I won’t,” I whisper. I know I want this just as much as he does. Max’s weight covers the top of me. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth as he nudges my legs apart and glides inside me.
“Fuck, Breezy. You feel so damn good. It’s everything I imagined.”
I’ve never had sex without a condom before, but feeling Max’s skin inside me has to be the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life. His fluid movements, I meet with my own, thrusting my hips up and down to create more friction. He grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder, making his penetration go even deeper. The moment I feel it, I’m moaning.
Tears appear in my eyes. I’ve never felt this way before. Every movement is precise; every caress strategically placed. The entire time we are looking into each other’s eyes. It almost feels like he’s looking straight into my soul. The weirdest sensation takes over me. On the tip of my tongue are the words I’ve only said to Travis. Instead of screaming I love you, I bite on my lip, hoping the strange feeling will go away and the tears will retract. Periodically he dips in and tastes my lips.
His hands cover my own, and I feel his fingers slide into the spaces between mine until he’s gripping me tightly. It’s an intimate gesture and has me on the verge of tears. He starts moving faster. Each time he thrusts, both of us make the same sound. Everything is so intense and overwhelming. This is Max—my best friend. I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards him. I don’t understand any of this. I’m having the most mind-blowing sex of my life right now, and I’m two seconds away from bawling my eyes out. What’s wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? It’s just sex, so why am I worried that this is going to change everything?
“Are you okay?” he asks concerned.
I nod and bite on the inside of my mouth until I draw blood. I love you. I love you. I love you. That little voice inside my head screams. Luckily, the horny side of me is beating her down with a baseball bat.
I’m not sure how she escaped the duct tape.
I’m helpless right now to the overload of emotions attacking me. Max looks concerned. He pauses and takes a deep breath.
“Maybe we should stop.”
“NO!” I scream.
A tear creeps down my cheek, and he lets go of my hand to wipe it away.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know. Keep going,” I whisper. I can feel another orgasm building. I’ve never gotten off without help before, and the fact that I’m on the verge of it, is both shocking and scary all at the same time.
Max’s brow furrows. I don’t want him to be upset. I want him to finish. I push back all the emotions raging inside me and push against him instead. He’s mid thrust, but I somehow weasel my way on top of him. I can’t even begin to describe how big his smile is as I slowly work him from the top. I fluctuate between fast and hard while his hands play with and pinch my breasts.
“Fuck, I’m almost there, Breezy,” he breathes.
; This only makes me work harder to please him. I don’t even realize that I’ve somehow managed to hit my g-spot, and within two minutes I’m coming so hard on top of him that I’m practically screaming.
“Fuck yeah, baby, just like that,” Max says. Then as I rock through my last spasm, I feel him explode inside me, with an accompanying groan and string of explicit cuss words that follow. I collapse on top of him, both of us panting with the same rhythm.
“That was amazing,” I squeak.
His fingers glide along my backbone, and I still feel his hardness inside me. Most guys are soft after they finish, but Max feels like a goddamn steel rod. For the longest time we lay against each other, feeling the skin of one another for the very first time.
I hear him whisper something, but I’m so consumed with my thoughts, I don’t hear him correctly.
“What was that?” I ask him.
“Nothing,” he replies.
He snuggles against me, and then firmly holds me as he maneuvers himself on top of me again. Not once does he slide out of me.
“This time we go slowly,” he whispers as he begins moving again.
“Again?” I ask in confusion.
“Breezy, now that I’ve had you once, I’m going to have you again. I don’t want this dream to end.”
“Max, you’re not dreaming,” I murmur.
“Breezy, the only way I can describe being with you is by saying that I’m dreaming. Being with you is something I’ve always dreamt about.”
I’m not sure what to say back, so I push all the thoughts running amuck in my brain to the side and get lost in Max once again. He’s right . . . only in a dream world could a life for him and I truly exist.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Max
I must be dreaming.
In my arms I’m holding the perfect specimen of woman God ever created. Last night I made love to her, not once, not twice, seven damn times! Seven! It was the most amazing sexual experience I’ve ever had. Being inside her, holding her, and making love to her without a condom, it was something I’ve never experienced before, and I’m so ready to dive in again. Breezy had me completely last night. Now that I know what it’s like being with her, I’m not sure I will ever let her go.
I feel her sigh against me and nuzzle her way into the crook of my neck. She fell asleep this way—in my arms using my entire body as a pillow. I’ve never fallen asleep with a girl in my arms before, but Breezy is different. She can fall asleep on me anytime she wants.
I’ve had to take a piss for the last ten minutes, but I’m afraid if I move, this fantasy will end. I feel her stir against me; she lifts her head smiling at me. She blinks four times and suddenly sits straight up.
“We had sex?” She gasps.
I’m not sure if I should be offended or turned on by this exclamation. I urge her back into the crook of my arm and kiss her head, refusing to answer her. I mindlessly run my fingers over her spine. She looks up at me with those tears again. I can’t, for the life of me, understand why she keeps crying. Last night was beautiful. She’s beautiful. Everything is rainbows and unicorns right now. There should be no tears.
“Max, I don’t want this to change anything,” she whispers. “I can’t lose you.”
I turn over and face her, carefully tucking a piece of her honey brown hair away from her face and behind her ear. I lightly kiss her nose, making sure not to leave one freckle untouched with my lips. “Breezy, you will never lose me, but I have to be honest. I want this to change us.”
She blinks at me strangely, and then jumps from the bed. “I’m taking a shower,” she squeaks, running away from me.
“Wait, Breezy, I need to tell you something.”
“I smell like sex. I’m sorry, but I need a shower.” She disappears into the living room, and I hear the shower kick on. I’m not going to let her run away from me like this. I get up and follow her. When I open the door, she’s leaning against the shower wall, breathing heavily.
“Breezy, are you okay?”
“Max, what are you doing in here?” She yells as she jumps in surprise.
“I thought maybe you would want someone to wash your back.” When I open the glass door, I realize she’s crying. “Breezy, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t come any closer, Max. I can’t do this again.”
I disobey her and enter the shower. She’s wedged into a corner; I outstretch my hand for her to take. “Come here,” I order.
She shakes her head.
“Breezy, come here.”
Reluctantly, she places her hand in mine. She’s trembling as I bring her into my arms.
“Max, I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way,” she cries.
“Why are you shaking, Breezy?” I ask her.
“Being with you scares me,” she answers truthfully.
“Why?” I wonder if she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I don’t want her to be scared of us. If anything, I want her to embrace us.
“I don’t know. That’s just it. Being with you last night was so strange, and wonderful, and strange. I felt things towards you last night and experienced things I didn’t think were possible. You’re my best friend. I’m not supposed to be feeling anything romantic towards you.” She tries to pull away.
Oh, hell no, I’m not letting her get away that easy.
I gently take her chin and angle her eyes, so they are looking straight into mine. They’re clouded with tears. I hate that it’s because of me she’s crying. I need her to feel what I feel. I know she felt it last night. Now, she’s so scared of it; she’s ready to pass it off as a freak accident. I’m nobody’s accident, especially Breezy’s. I bring my lips down to hers and gently caress them. She murmurs in protest but doesn’t pull away.
The water is a little bit cold, so I turn up the faucet and maneuver her body so the stream hits her chest and my back. Slowly, I work my way down her body, making sure to give extra attention to her nipples which are swollen and have purpled due to our night of passion. She moans as my tongue swirls her nipple, and my hands trail down her wet skin until they rest on her hips.
“Can’t you feel the connection between us, Breezy?” I whisper, sliding my finger seductively across her entrance. She bucks into my hand, forcing my finger inside her. My lips move from her breasts and find her mouth once more. I slide my fingers in and out of her as we playfully play tag with our tongues. She groans against my lips as I twist my finger into her g-spot. I remove my hands; she wraps her hand around my length, gently stroking me.
“Don’t stop; I don’t want you to stop.” Her stroking turns urgent until I’m a stick of dynamite ready to go off in her hand. I’m about to begin playing with her clit again, but she mumbles the word “fuck it” and drops to her knees. Her mouth engulfs me until I feel my dick at the back of her throat.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss.
She played with my cock a few times last night, but never used her mouth on me. She swirls her tongue against my tip and a drop of pre-come disappears on her tongue. The moment she tastes me, she goes crazy, gripping my shaft tighter, sucking my entire length into the hot cavern of her mouth.
“Holy shit,” I moan, as I yank on her wet hair and guide her mouth along me. Then, as I feel my climax building, I push her head away, gently guide her to her feet, turn her around, spread her legs, angle her against the wall, and thrust in.
“Max,” she screeches as I slap her behind. A bright red handprint is left across her ass, and I smile at the reddened finger tattoo claiming her as mine. She screams as my slow, hard, thrusts turn more urgent. My hand finds her clit. I begin teasing it. The more I play with her, the louder she gets.
“Max. Fuck. Yes. Oh God. Right there.”
“Tell me how good I feel,” I instruct.
“So fucking good,” she whimpers.
“Tell me you don’t feel what I feel,” I ask her.
“I . . . I . . . fuck . . . I feel . . . Oh . . . god . . . I’m coming,” she
booms, shoving her behind against me as she comes hard all over my dick. The moment I feel her release, I let go, filling her completely.
“Yes,” she wails. “Yes, Max, finish. Show me how much you want me.” Her little outburst shocks the hell out of me. Instead of holding my groan in, I let out a growl so deep it causes her to jump.
When we’re done, I grab a loofah and begin washing her body. I start between her legs. The entire time she has her eyes closed. She moans every time I run over her clit. When her body is fully cleaned, I watch the water run over her and almost get sad because it’s sorta like she’s cleansing herself of me. She washes her hair, opens her eyes, and takes the loofah away from me. Soaping it in my body wash, her hands swarm my body. I’m covered in suds, but all I feel is her touching me. She spends extra time on my shaft, and before she’s done, I’m hard again.
“You’re like the sexual energizer bunny. You’re always ready for more.”
“Only when it comes to you,” I murmur. When I try to push her up against the wall and steal another kiss, she rejects me and leaves me alone in the shower. I quickly wash my hair and follow her out into the living room. I have a towel around my waist, but she’s fully clothed. That was quick.
“Max, we should talk,” she starts.
No. Not now. Not after making love again. “Let me get dressed first.”
She follows me into my bedroom and watches me as I throw on some boxers and a pair of jeans. The way she’s staring at me is enough to excite me again, and I take a dominant step towards her. “Shall we go for round nine?”
She puts up her hands and lays them flat on my chest. “We need to stop.”
“What? Why?” To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I just fucked the shit out of her in the shower, and she’s blowing it off.
“It was a mistake,” she tells me.
“No it wasn’t,” I argue. I gently take her elbow and pull her into my body. Like two magnets, we perfectly align; she whimpers a little bit when I start kissing her neck. “Breezy, I need to tell you something. I’ve waited a long time to tell you this. I think now is the perfect time.”