We arrive at our building and begin kissing as soon as Max opens my car door and helps me out. Our kissing doesn’t stop for long, even when we enter the elevator. Max tugs on my shirt once we walk into my place. He pushes me up against the door, closing it in the process, all while kissing my neck and pulling my shirt over my head.

“Meow.” Baggie rubs up against my leg.

I stop kissing Max and pull away.

“Hi baby boy,” I say a bit breathlessly, glancing down at Baggie. “Max, why don’t we move away from the door?”

“Good thinking.” He nuzzles my neck.

“Let me check on Baggie and give him some love. You want a drink?”

I bend down, and before I can pick Baggie up, Max smacks my ass. Over my shoulder, I give Max a saucy glance as I carry Baggie into the kitchen, petting him from his head all the way down to his tail. I place him on a chair before picking up his water and food bowls, giving him fresh water and placing a few treats in his food bowl.

“Wine or whiskey?” I lift up two bottles.

“Whiskey.”

I grab two highball glasses out of the cabinet before moving to the freezer for my whiskey stones. I pour our drinks and head over to Max, who is sitting on the couch. I hand Max his glass as I take a sip of mine then set it on the coffee table. Max studies me as he sips his drink. When he finishes it, he pulls me closer to him.

Max cups my face in his hands and playfully nips at my bottom lip. I can feel his teeth grazing my skin as one of his hands lightly caresses down my neck to my exposed collarbone. Max’s other hand slides into my hair, pulling it back and allowing better access to my jawline and neck.

I whimper.

“Max.” His name comes out on a gasp.

“Yes, baby?” The hand in my hair pulls harder. “You like it a little rough, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes.” And to prove it, I arch into his large hand that is cupping my bra-covered breasts.

God, don't stop doing what you're doing. It feels so fucking good. Is this what I’ve been missing? Why Torrance never got me off, and I had to fake it?

“I think this bra is becoming very restrictive,” he whispers in my ear before sucking it into his mouth, and I moan. “I’m going to lick and suck every inch of your gorgeous body. Then, after you’re crawling out of your skin, I’m going to take your tight pussy.”

Licking my lips, I whisper, “I'm not stopping you. In fact, we're wasting time talking about it.”

Rubbing my hands up his thighs, I grab the hem of his shirt and begin pulling it up. He backs away from me, and with one hand, Max pulls his shirt off. Enjoying the view, I reach for my drink and take a long sip.

“Should we stay here on the couch, or move into my room?” I playfully ask, running my tongue slowly over my lips to tease him even more.

His eyes devour me.

Locking eyes, I unhook my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders onto the floor.

“God, your breasts are gorgeous. I want to pour this whiskey over them and suck it off those nipples.”

“I think that can be arranged,” I whisper throatily. Feeling empowered, I lean in, rubbing my chest against his and kiss his lips hard. His mouth opens for me. I can taste the whiskey that coats his tongue as I lean in hungrily, exploring and savoring the flavor.

“Calla,” Max growls pulling me toward him.

I push back against my hungry lover and slide off the couch, picking my drink up from the table. Reaching back, I grab his waistband and pull him through the living room, stopping only to pour more whiskey into our glasses, before moving into my bedroom.

“I think I like it when you take charge,” Max admits, smiling.

“Hmmm, you like your girls to be a little bossy?” I ask with a coy smile.

When we are next to the edge of my bed, I turn to face him, my fingers gliding down smoothly against his button-fly 501’s. Each button pops quickly as I open the front of his jeans. I am surprised to see he is freeballing it, his cock’s head glistening.

I push Max onto the edge of the bed where he sits down comfortably as I kneel down in front of him and rub his thighs. Max’s whole body shivers with my ministrations. Exhilaration fills me at having so much power over him, and my confidence in my ability to pressure him increases. His eyes lock onto my chest as his tongue darts out, longing to taste my nipples in his mouth.

“Calla, let me taste those hard nipples,” he begs.

“You want my nipples before I take you in my mouth?” I tease him, my tongue darting out along his shaft.

“Fuck yes! I want to make you cum before you wrap your mouth around me,” he moans.

I smile as I stand up in front of Max and slowly straddle his lap, teasing him as I press myself against his throbbing member. “You can try.”

Max’s thumbs graze my taut nipples, and I stiffen immediately, a shudder running down my back. His left hand slides up to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me squirm on his hard length. Using his strong grip, he pushes me back just enough that my breasts are front and center. He skillfully directs my body left, then pulls me hard to the right. With his fingers wrapped tightly around my throat, his other hand holds one of my breasts, pulling it to his mouth. His teeth graze the hardness, taking my breath away.

I have never experienced this level of eroticism before with a man, and it’s kind of thrilling. Having someone grab my throat is both frightening and erotic as all hell. Putting my trust in Max is one of the hardest things I’ve done in years. I never would’ve trusted Torrance like this. But I want to take this step. I want to prove to myself that the fantasies I’ve had aren’t wrong. And, at least for tonight, my gut says Max won't break my trust and cross a line, since we haven't really discussed any boundaries, sexually speaking, between the two of us yet.

“Max, didn’t you want a little whiskey on my nipples?” I moan, as his tongue skillfully works my nipple and areola, driving me to the brink.

“Oh I’ll get to that. I want to enjoy your taste for a minute or two,” he growls back, looking me in the eye.

He kisses my body softly as he moves from one breast to the other. Pulling me to him, he takes complete control, licking and nibbling his way back to my lips.

“You might want to take another sip of your drink baby, because I’m definitely about to have my wicked way with you,” he warns. I can see his eyes glinting in the light.

Oh he is a smooth one, alright.

I twist on his lap, making sure I press down firmly on his raised member. Leaning over, I pick my glass up off the floor and take a long sip, feeling the whiskey burn as it slides down my throat.

“Damn, Calla. I need you stripped and ready, baby.” He motions for me to stand, and I do as he bids me. He grabs my glass and looks mischievously into my eyes. “I’m going to pour this over each nipple, and I am going to make you scream with pleasure, baby.”

With his free hand, he skillfully unbuttons my jeans. Wrapping his hands around my waist, he slides my pants partially down and licks up to my navel, his other hand grasping my breast forcefully. He spreads his legs for me, and I step between them and run my fingers through his hair.

“Max, I need more than second base,” I groan. “When are you going to round third and slide into home?”

“I know, I know. Patience. I want to drink from your sweet nipples that have been begging for more of my attention.” He pours the amber liquor on my nipple, letting it spill into his mouth before licking and sucking it off.

My head falls back as he pulls on my breast. The euphoric sensations are ratcheting up the fire burning in my center.

“God, I didn’t think your breasts could taste any better. I wonder how sweet your pussy will taste with whiskey poured over it as I suck and eat my fill of you?” he growls.

“Why don’t you find out?” I say playfully, shimmying my jeans down my hips, trying to get Max to take me to the next level. He pinches the nipple he’s just had in his mouth and steps on my pants, holding the hem down so I can step clear.

I bend over, pressing my breasts into Max’s face. He grabs my waist and slides my boyshorts down with a flourish as his mouth latches onto my other breast.

“Your turn. I want you naked. Now, Max. I can’t wait.” I take a step back from him, pulling my breast from his mouth, causing a popping sound.

He languidly takes a sip of the drink, but leaves just enough for my other nipple and my sweet pussy. He holds the glass out for me to take. Max stands and quickly strips his pants off, throwing them on the floor. I reach out, rubbing the tip of his cock with my thumb in a gentle circular motion, spreading the precum over the head. I lick my lips and start to sink down to my knees when Max stops me.

Max should know better than to deny a girl her cravings, and in this moment, I want to suck his hard cock and taste him like there is no tomorrow. He looks down at me, even as my tongue darts out and teases the head. I watch a shiver run through him as he wags a finger at me, and I relent.

“What did I say?” he smirks, and I bite my lower lip, almost pouting. “I’m going to make you cum before you taste all of me.” Max grabs my hair and pulls it firmly, drawing me closer to him. Then his tongue dives into my mouth, causing a long moan to escape my throat. Fuck, I can hardly wait to get that tongue on my pussy. The foreplay is driving me insane. All this build up, but no release. My pussy is aching with need, and I swear I’m going to explode at any second. Max, on the other hand, has the patience of a fucking saint. At the speed he’s going tonight, I am about to flip the tables and pin him to the bed and have my way with him.

Another long moan escapes from my throat.

Max reaches over, grabs his glass, and pushes it against my nipple that he hasn't tasted yet. I want him to pour the whiskey all over me and devour me from head to toe. He is driving me wild. Releasing my mouth, he pulls harder on my hair, forcing me to arch my chest out. Then he pours the whiskey over the nipple that is begging for his attention. He is like a machine, lapping up the alcohol. My nipples are as hard as glass as he licks, sucks, and bites down. His hand loosens from my hair and skims down along my spine, causing shivers to run all over my body. When his fingers reach my hip, he wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me into his hard length then turns our bodies just enough that he can push me onto the bed.

“Keep those legs spread for me. I want to taste your pussy,” he commands forcefully.

Anticipation builds in my core as I tighten my pelvic muscles. Max slides off the bed and places the glass on the floor before grabbing my legs and pulling me closer to the edge. Biting my lower lip, I look down my body to see Max’s eyes glancing between my face and my center. He studies me for a minute, lightly caressing my inner thigh.

“Your pussy is gorgeous. I forgot to appreciate it properly last time.” He licks his lips, his hands slowly sliding closer to my center. My legs tense as my back pushes against the bed, raising my center toward his mouth. I reach for his head, wanting to pull him closer to my needy pussy.

“Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to play with me?” I taunt.

Max narrows his eyes. “Oh you want to be sassy, do you?”

“I want your mouth on me,” I reply breathlessly.

His fingers graze my clit, then spank it hard, getting my attention. He looks me right in the eyes to let me know who is in charge before sliding two fingers inside my core. My back bows as he works me over, and I close my eyes. Lukewarm liquid coats my clit and pussy lips seconds before the pressure of Max’s tongue presses against my center. He licks and sucks the whiskey off my body, pulling yet another moan out of me. I feel my orgasm building as he pours a little more alcohol down my apex. His tongue delves into me, skillfully bringing me closer and closer, until I feel the warm rush crash into my consciousness. I scream as I come hard in his mouth. My whole body convulses, his mouth pulling more and more out of me. For a minute, my vision dulls, reality slipping, until I finally land again. Max is smiling. He knows he has me.

“That was fucking hot, baby. I love the way your taste mixes with whiskey,” he says, straightening enough to have access to my torso, bringing the glass with him.

Amber liquid drips deliciously on my stomach, trailing up to my breasts. There is just enough whiskey remaining in the glass to leave one final drop on each nipple, almost like a gift of reverence.

“Don't move. I want the whiskey right where I left it,” he commands. He slowly lowers back down to my center and teases my clit with his tongue before licking my core one more time. I am going to scream. I ache for him to mount me and fuck me hard. My whole body is quivering with need.

Max’s tongue leads the way as he crawls on top of me, licking his way up my body, drinking up the whiskey trail. He shifts onto his left side and lays down next to me. His right hand caresses then pinches my left nipple, as his mouth latches on to my right one. He sucks the amber liquid from my breast as his right hand travels back down my body. His fingers find what they are seeking, and I spread my legs willingly, unable to contain my moan.

“Max, don't stop,” I plead. My back arches off the bed as he slides his fingers in and out of my center. He skillfully works me, playing every note of my body, taking me higher and higher.

He sucks and licks the nipple in his mouth as his other hand fucks me faster and faster, until my vision starts to fade, yet again. I feel the rush slam into me, and I come with a shudder and another loud moan. Max releases my nipple as he slowly removes his fingers from my now very sensitive pussy. He brings his wet fingers, still dripping with my juices, to his mouth and slowly licks them off. He’s fully enjoying watching how my body reacts. The man definitely knows what he is doing. My thighs are quivering, wanting more.

“Let me taste,” I demand, as my pussy still tingles in a combination of pleasure and pain.

Lust blazes out of his eyes as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue entwining with mine. I suck greedily on his tongue, loving the taste of my juices and the whiskey coating his mouth. Max shifts onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Impatience gets the best of me, and I attempt to scoot down his body, but he grips my hips, stopping me in my tracks. He is making sure I remember who is in charge at the moment. His fiery gaze says it all.

“I won't lie. I want your mouth around my cock again. But right this minute, I want you to slide that wet, tight little pussy of yours down on my aching cock and ride me like you’ve never gotten off before, baby. I want you to slam down on me hard, and I’ll give it to you just like you want it.”

My eyes glaze over as I look at Max salaciously, the hunger radiating from my eyes when they lock on his. My pussy is aching for that kind of fucking. I am going to give him the ride of his life, alright. He better pray that I don’t make him lose his load in the middle of this performance. I lift slightly, positioning my core over his dick. Max’s hands tighten on my hips as he shoves his massive cock into me. My pussy lips are stretching deliciously. He slowly slides his massive length out of me, and a moan rips from his throat.

“Fuck! Calla, you're so fucking tight!” explodes from his lips on a loud gasp as I apply pressure, working my core up and down his shaft.

Max grips my hips, pulling me up and down in a dizzying cycle. My body moves like a piston on his engorged manhood. I slam down on him, harder and harder, gripping and releasing. It isn't long before I am milking every glorious inch of him, wanting to feel him release his seed deep into my core. I lean forward, knowing the tables have turned, and I am now in control. Do I give him what he wants? I grin wickedly before sliding my tongue into his mouth. The kiss is frenzied, and he quickly pulls away.

“Calla, I’m getting close, baby, but you need to cum first!” he yells.

Max continues to push his massive length up, meeting each of my downward thrusts. If he wants me to cum, I am going to give it to him. My whole being is vibrating with my need to release.

I arch back, placing my hands on his thighs, digging my nails in. “Pinch my nipples!” I command. “Now, Max!”

One of his hands releases from my hip and slaps my ass hard, the cheek smarting ever so slightly. The burn runs up my back then, finally, he does what I ask. He’s being a smartass, but it is too late for me to call him on it. Between the smack and Max pinching my nipples, I am already falling over the edge, my orgasm rocketing through my body. My pussy tightens on his cock, and I scream out his name, the pleasure exploding out of me. The aftershocks spasm through me as Max groans loudly, his orgasm coming right behind mine. His whole body is shaking, and he moans my name.

I collapse in a heap onto Max’s chest. Both of us are still trying to come back from the happy place we were both just in. My pussy clenches when I feel Max spasm, giving me the last of that delicious seed of his. After a few blissful minutes, Max's left hand reaches out and gently tilts my chin up. He kisses me deeply and locks his smokey eyes with mine.

“Let's get cleaned up,” Max whispers, breaking the kiss.

I slowly roll off him, not wanting the moment to end. I rise from the bed. My legs feel like Jell-O, and I know I’ll be sore as hell come morning. Max remains on his back in my bed. His eyes are partially closed, but I can tell he is still taking all of me in while I saunter to my bathroom. Once in there, I hurriedly clean up and get ready for bed, tossing on a long t-shirt. When I return to my bedroom, I crawl back in the bed, sliding under the sheets and spooning with Max for a minute before feeling his lips brush my temple as he leaves the bed.