by Kat Long
A large drop of jam dripped from the half I was holding and landed between her breasts, staining them red. Her eyes widened, meeting mine, and she arched slightly, looking down at the trail of jam. We both stared at the jam as if we knew this was a moment we couldn’t come back from if either one of us moved. I could see her pulse fluttering in her neck, and her breath turned shallow.
My eyes were burning with lust, my buzz was gone, and I leaned down slowly, letting my tongue follow the jam’s path. She gripped the back of my neck and held me between her breasts. The jam sweetened her skin, but the underlying flavor was unmistakably Annaleigh.
“I’m not going to screw you tonight. But, Max, I just need a little more. I can’t get your words out of my head.” Her grip tightened, and she pulled my hair, arching into my tongue as I traced it along her skin.
“You’re right, Blue. I’m not going to screw you tonight. The first time I’m inside you, you’ll know you’re mine. But baby. Move those hands for me.”
I dipped my tongue lower for one more lick, and when her hands left my neck, she moved them to the back of her dress, releasing the clasp and letting the straps fall to her waist.
Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Holy shit,” I rasped, bending down to take her dark pink nipple between my teeth. I sucked hard, running the pad of my thumb over the other sensitive nub. She was so responsive, working the buttons of my shirt while thrusting her breast further in my mouth.
“Mmm, never letting these tits go.”
I nibbled and licked my way to her other nipple, drawing it between my teeth and pinching the wet one between my fingers. Blue was breathing heavier, grinding the air, and making these soft little gasps as I lashed my tongue over her nipples, never staying in the same place. I used my other hand to travel down the supple skin of her back, dimpling her waist and caging myself between her thighs. I ground my hard-on against her, needing more pressure to relieve the ache.
“Oh, Max. So close. That’s it.”
Close? Christ, I didn’t want to get her off just working her tits. I needed more. I wanted to watch her lose control. I released her nipple with a wet pop and made quick work of my shirt, pulling it and my undershirt over my head so I could feast on her tits again. They were fast becoming my favorite obsession.
I growled into her chest, and a giggle escaped her lips, “Something funny, Blue?” I gave her stiff peak a sharp bite. I was rewarded with a louder moan, and she fisted my pants, bringing me closer.
“What in the hell is that?” I followed her finger and groaned into her neck. She was pointing to Warren’s housewarming gift.
“Christ, another one of my brother’s attempts at humor.”
“Is that a cock ring?”
She pushed against me and got up, letting her dress pool around her ankles and walking to an unopened box, picking up the toy on top. Running her hand over the purple silicone, she stood there in nothing but a flimsy black thong, causing me to kick off my pants and shoes with lightning-fast speed.
“I have a purple fuck toy too, but something tells me what’s hiding in those briefs is much more satisfying.”
A vibrator? She had a vibrator?
I squeezed my balls through my boxer-briefs, trying to relieve the ache.
“Absol-fucking-utely!” I growled, striding towards her, much steadier on my feet. Her body must have a sobering effect. And thank fuck for that because I wanted to remember everything about this moment. She was tracing her hands down her stomach and over her panties as I palmed my cock.
“Keep going,” I commanded in a steely voice, watching her stroke the fabric of her panties.
I took the cock ring from her, throwing it on the floor and caging her between my arms. I walked back to the couch until she fell back on the soft cushions. Running my fingers from her calf to thigh, I spread her legs and bent one knee, propping it on the coffee table. I could see a wet spot on her panties and almost blew my load like a damn teenager, knowing she was as worked up as me.
“Is that for me?” I said, pointing at the dampness and leaning down close to lick one delicious globe.
“It’s always for you. Every damn day,” she said, the words purring from her lips and driving me wild.
“Show me how you touch yourself. Now, I need to see you.” Toying with the strings on her panties, she pulled them to the side and exposed her bare, pink pussy. It was glistening, leaving traces on her inner thighs, and I had the perfect view. My hand moved of its own volition, pulling my cock out and stroking from root to tip.
“I need more Max, bring that big cock closer,” she whispered, tracing her fingers across her lips and slowly swirling them towards her clit. I wanted to kneel in front of her and worship her pussy with my tongue. But her heavily lidded eyes and the patterns she was tracing with her fingers held me captive. She was so fucking hot, taking control of her pleasure while I watched.
“Faster, Max. Fuck your fist like you would fuck my pussy. Is this what you do at night? Fuck your fist thinking about bottoming out deep inside me?”
I stepped closer, using my pre-cum to slick my hand, and gripped my shaft harder to stave off the impending orgasm.
“Fuck your big.” She moved one hand up to pinch her nipple as her hand blurred across her clit. So goddamn sexy.
“Every fucking day, I’ve imagined pounding into that sweet pussy, licking your clit, and you on your knees sucking me off. I want you every way you’ll let me. Yes, use your fingers, baby. Imagine their mine stroking you. Hold yourself open for me, show me. Jesus, you look so fucking tight. I don’t even know if you could take my whole cock.”
She brought her hand down to spread her lips, showing me her swollen clit as her fingers strummed across it.
“Fuck Max. I’m going to come. Come with me,” she cried, throwing her head back on the sofa with a scream. Her hips bucked against her hand as she chased her pleasure. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Giving myself one more jerk, I growled her name and shot my load all over my hand, slicking the way for the last few strokes. Our eyes stayed on each other as we came down from the high. But it wasn’t enough. I needed her. I needed all of her. Every day.
Holy fuck.
Straightening her legs and depriving me of that beautiful sight, she moved to stand up, but before she could, I grabbed her wrist and brought her soaking fingers to my lips, needing to taste her sweetness.
“Mine,” I said, sucking them both in my mouth and savoring her flavor. She looked satisfied, sated, but I was still desperate for her touch, craving her skin on mine.
She leaned forward, running a long finger over my release before bringing it to her mouth. “Mine,” she echoed.
Fuck, I’m done. I wanted to paint her with my come, mark her like a fucking caveman, show the world she belonged to me. Her look mimicked mine, hungry, desperate. There was no way I was letting her go. I cleaned us both up with a warm kitchen towel and kicked my boxers to the side, pulling her to my chest to caress her flushed jaw.
“Stay, Blue. Stay and sleep. Let me hold you.”
She nodded, and I picked her up, wrapping her arms around my neck and carrying her up the stairs to my bedroom. She wasn’t delicate, but I needed her close, needed to feel her weight in my arms. I sat her down on the side of the bed, loving how her pale skin looked against my hunter-green comforter, and pointed to the bathroom, watching the mesmerizing sway of her hips in that black thong as she walked.
Fresh-faced and hair down, she came out smiling shyly, and I went in, laying a tee-shirt on the bed for her. I wasn’t a snuggler, preferring the bed all to myself. I liked my space, I always had. But right now, I wanted to hold her close and feel her warm, soft body pressed against mine all night. I wanted her body against mine every night.
Walking out, I noticed the tee shirt was still there, and a delectable naked woman was waiting for me.
I crawled over her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and tucking her into my arm.
“Max, that was amazing. I’ve never…”
“Me either, baby,” I said, placing a kiss on each knuckle that still faintly tasted like her arousal. “You’re beautiful.”
“I don’t want things to change, but I can’t pretend that wasn’t one of the most intense experiences of my life. Where do we go from here? This shouldn’t continue, Max. We can’t be together. We both know that.” Her voice was shaky, breathy. I laid her head on my chest, and she pressed her lips to my neck. Her eyes held uncertainty, and I didn’t have the words to reassure her. There were rules for a reason. They discouraged relationships in our workplace, and we both agreed this wasn’t a good idea.
“We’ll figure it out. Sleep, beautiful Blue.”
After a few minutes, her breathing was deep and even, but I couldn’t sleep. There had to be a way for us to make this work. I didn’t know how to deal with all these fucking feelings, but I knew there was no way I was going to let her go.
- 13 -
RIDGES OF YOUR CHEST
Annaleigh
I slowly woke up, hot, with lyrics bouncing around my head after one of the best nights of sleep I’d had in weeks. Morning light streamed in from unfamiliar curtains, and the mattress felt like a cloud cocooned around my body. Cracking an eye open, I snuggled closer to the source of the heat and the comfort. Max’s body was wrapped around mine.
“I never dreamed my words would lead me here to you.”
I took a minute to admire the hard plains of his chest and the black ink snaking up one forearm to his shoulder and around his back. It was an intricately designed pocket-watch with its gears visible, starting on his shoulder and branching down his arm. From the bottom of the watch came three feathers, making it look like a dream catcher. The pocket-watch chain wrapped around his collarbone to his back and had a vine woven through it. It was beautiful but not complete. The clock didn’t tell a time, and the ends of the feathers tapered to nothing. I traced my fingers down his arm, thinking about how the unfinished tattoo revealed another layer of his personality that made me fall a little harder.
He was breathing heavily and snoring quietly. I didn’t want to move, loving the way our bodies fit together. But there was a very pressing bladder issue happening, and it was going to be embarrassing if I didn’t get up soon. I inched my way towards the edge of the bed when a firm hand squeezed me, pulling me back. “No, too early. Stay Blue.”
“Bathroom,” I said, wiggling out of his grip. He released me with one last squeeze and a wicked smirk. After finishing my business, I glanced in the mirror and swiped away the remaining mascara underneath my eyes.
God, it was so intense last night. I’d never lost myself like that, never touched myself in front of someone, never been so obsessed with a man’s cock. The way Max stroked himself, brows pinched together, eyes seared with lust. I’d remember that look for a long, long time.
I needed to get my hormones under control. We had to talk, not have round two. But round two sounded better than talking, and my already wet, aching core agreed with anything that brought his tongue and cock closer. I should have put on a shirt. My hard nipples were going to give me away as soon as I opened the door.
What were we going to do? There was no way this could work. I was going to have to tell him this couldn’t go any further.
Max was looking sexier than ever with his hair rumpled and no glasses, leaning on one arm with the sheets pooled around his tight waist. He was slowly filling my heart with hopes and happiness, making this seem even more dangerous. I didn’t know if the reward was worth the risk, and until I did, we couldn’t keep this up.
“Hey, you, get back here,” he hummed, opening his arms. “I need you more than coffee.”
I climbed on the bed and bent down, resting my head on his chest. I tried not to think about how right it felt there. “Those are high expectations for eight in the morning, but we need to talk about last night.”
I gave one of his delicious caramel-colored nipples a lick to lighten the mood and bit my lip when his eyes turned dark. He let out a deep breath and kissed the top of my head.
“For that, I’ll need coffee. Come on, Blue.”
Max rose to his full six-foot-something frame and stretched before putting on grey sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. He handed me a T-shirt and put on his glasses, taking my hand and walking downstairs.
He started coffee while I got cream and sugar. An oddly intimate, homey feeling overwhelmed me as if this could be our normal weekend routine. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen island and replied to Jenna, thanking her for walking Baxter this morning.
“So, what are we going to do?” I said, taking a big gulp of coffee to steady my nerves and burning the roof of my mouth. Wait, was this hazelnut coffee? He had my favorite coffee. Was that a sign that I was doing the wrong thing?
“For breakfast? Because I’m thinking I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes after I show you around my house.”
He brought his mouth down to my coffee for a sip, giving me another view of his dimples and smile. His eyes twinkled behind his glasses, and I had to take a deep breath before I climbed him like a spider monkey.
Broody Max was intense and short-tempered.
Drunk Max was hilarious.
Naked Max was unforgettable.
But this Max, morning after Max, was sweet and intimate. This was the Max I was falling for fast.
“No, you ass. About us, this, whatever this is,” I said, sweeping my hands in a big circle and almost spilling the coffee.
“Easy. We date,” he said with a shrug, as if it was an easy, snap, decision.
“We what?” I had to have misheard him. He couldn’t seriously think it was that easy.
“Date Blue. We date. I like you. You like me. I like what we did last night. We should do more of that, preferably right now.”
Smirking and taking the coffee from my hands, he put them around his neck, and I stroked his hair, his five o’clock scruff nuzzling my cheek. He licked my collarbone, leaving wet kisses up my neck. He sucked on the skin, biting down and growling. The bite was sharp and sent a zing straight to my clit. I moaned and tilted my neck to give him better access.
Fuck, that felt good.
Pulling myself away between moans, I said, “What about work? We can’t just walk in Monday morning holding hands. There’s paperwork and disclosures and…”
My voice trailed off as Max peppered my neck with more wet kisses.
“I’m a selfish bastard, Blue. And I want you, no matter what the rules say. There has to be a workaround. What do you think?”
It was hard to focus as Max pulled the shirt aside and moved his tongue lower. I moaned before pulling away. He stopped and took off his glasses, cleaning them on his shirt.
Shit! He only did that when he was nervous or angry.
“I’m your subordinate Max, it’s inappropriate.” My voice was quiet, trying to make him understand.
“Do you not want this? Was this just a one-time deal for you?” He put his glasses back on and crossed his arms.
“It’s more complicated, and you know it. If we disclose this, I’d probably have to transfer, and I’m not willing to leave my job. I love my job, love the bank, love working with Jake and the other executives. What’s the other option? Sneaking around? I won’t be your dirty secret.”
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to ward off a headache. There wasn’t a right answer. I could see him closing himself off, pushing away, and letting anger cloud his handsome features, almost writing off the whole situation.
“Don’t look at me like that. What did you expect, Max?” I could feel exhaustion setting in. Stress always made my condition worse. I needed an orange but was trapped by his stern gaze.
“I
expected the feeling to be mutual,” he sneered, putting his coffee cup in the sink, harder than necessary. “And I never asked you to be a secret.”
“No, don’t pull that shit with me, Max. It’s mutual, so much more than mutual. You don’t know how fast my heart races every time I see you. But I’m also distracted and making mistakes. And you said you were too.” I stepped closer, but he backed up like he was done with me, done with us.
“Look, forget it. I was in the moment. You’re right. Come on. I’ll take you home,” he said, taking my coffee and putting it beside his.
“Broody Max is back,” I said under my breath. My shoulders sagged, and I looked down at the oversized shirt I was wearing.
“The hell does that mean? Broody Max?”
Shit. Might as well own it. This couldn’t get any worse.
“Broody Max. You’re back to being short-tempered and jumping to conclusions,” I said.
He didn’t answer. But I wasn’t going to end things like this. I wrapped my arms around him, not giving him time to pull away. He stiffened and didn’t hug me back, so I held him harder, pressing my face into his chest and breathing him in. Finally, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
“This isn’t easy for me, Max. You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt a connection like this. I don’t want to write you off. Write us off.”
“This isn’t easy for me either, Blue. But I guess the right thing to do never is.” He squeezed me tighter and ran his hands through my hair.
“I’m not saying no, Max. But I am saying, not right now. I’ll call an Uber.”
“Like hell, you will… in five-inch fuck me heels and a dress that’s still on the floor? I don’t think so. Let me grab you some sweats.”
He turned around and took the steps two at a time. When he came back down, he handed me a pair before grabbing his keys and wallet. I walked barefoot to his car, holding my shoes and clutch, not knowing what to say.
The drive home was hella-awkward. I hummed along to the radio and gave him directions. He continued the silent treatment until he pulled in front of my house, then he put the car in park and finally made eye contact.