Avery
My stomach has been in knots all morning. When I dropped off Maddi with Ryan and pulled out of the driveway, the feeling of a sealed deal—the finalization that I’ll be at Max’s with no disruptions and all the opportunities—settled in my gut. I know what’s going to happen today and I’m ready. Been ready. If the man can work me over by a kiss, I’m definitely ready to be worked over in the bed.
My mind and body are throbbing with anticipation as I ride the elevator up to Max’s apartment. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a man’s house…about as long as it’s been since I’ve had sex.
How pathetic…
The moment the doors slide open, my view lands on a delicious Max leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the gray fabric of his shirt taut against all his muscles. His chest is broad, his torso tapering down to his hips. His eyes are striking, eating my presence alive as he roams my body. He knows what I know—our arousal for one another is turbulent.
His smile—the most alluring thing about him—slices his lips. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He pushes off the wall and saunters to me, dropping a small sweet kiss to my cheek that lingers.
“You look really good,” I babble.
His chuckle beside my ear sends a shiver down my spine. Slowly, he drags the side of his nose along my jawline and then straightens himself. He smirks—like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me—and then guides me into his home by the small of my back.
I’m not quite prepared for the beauty of the place. With an open floor plan, the living room and kitchen are only divided by granite counter tops. His living room is as big as my damn house with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sliding glass door that leads to a large balcony outside.
“You need marble floors,” I quip with a titter, peering up to him. Then a foosball table catches my attention in the corner of the room. “You play?” I tip my chin to it.
“I do.”
“Maybe later I can kick your ass on it.”
“If you think you can,” he says and then moves into the kitchen.
Chicken breasts, slices of ham and cheeses are sitting on the counter with utensils placed beside them. I’m grinning at the memory it provokes. My mother used to love getting me in the kitchen to teach me family recipes, and she would lay out everything I needed on the counter too.
I wash my hands and scoot up beside him. Following his lead, I listen to his instructions…waiting for something hard to do, but it never comes. We make four in all, the last two while he watches, placing them on a pan before putting them in the oven when I’m done.
“You’re kidding? That’s it?” I stare at him in disbelief.
His laugh is laced with playful devilry. “Yep.”
“I’ve been craving this and it’s been this easy the entire time? I should’ve looked it up on the internet,” I grumble, teasingly. I know Google wouldn’t have been as good of a teacher as he is, nor as sexy either.
He hooks my waist and draws me into his body. Slowly he drifts his hand up my back and spreads it across my shoulder blades. I’m tiny under his hands.
Hunger darkens his eyes. “Had I told you how easy it was, you wouldn’t be here.” His whisper is sexy and low. He brushes his lips against mine, slowly, easily…teasingly. “Unless you don’t want to be here?”
He’d be senile to think I don’t want to be here… in his arms…with his mouth on me. “What if I don’t?” My coquettish tease rides out on an exhale.
A hum vibrates his throat as his eyes flit between mine. “Maybe I can change your mind? How do you imagine I should?” His voice is gravelly.
“Kiss me, Max,” I sigh, pressing to my tiptoes.
He slams his mouth to mine, a kiss so ardent it scatters heat throughout me immediately. Reality is lost as the fantasy under my palms comes to life. I dig my hands up his chest as he tugs me into his hips, pressing his hard-on into me. It’s my undoing. I become a hot and frantic mess. I claw at his shirt trying to tug it over his head. I need it off. I need his skin. Him. Naked. Us.
He breaks the kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head before swiftly fusing his lips back to mine. It’s a heated chaos, driven by anticipation and desire, and I love it. He laces his fingers into my hair, tilting my head to the side, and drags his tongue from the bottom of my throat to my earlobe, sucking it between his teeth. Scalding lust careens through my entire body. The force is so intense, I drop my head, sucking in a breath.
“I want to fuck you,” he growls beside my ear.
“Please.” I whimper, rocking my hips against him.
He lifts me into his arms by my ass and I crash into his mouth, ravenous…so damn desperate for him. I scrape my fingers through his tousled hair, tugging at the end. He groans, slapping the knobs on the stove, and carries us down the hall.
Our breaths are erratic, both of us moaning and panting, kissing and licking while greed powers our bodies. He lowers my feet to the floor at the end of the bed, and in a hungry scramble, pulls my shirt over my head and unlatches my bra, releasing my aching breasts.
His stare is carnal, dark, and titillating as ever. He pushes me backward on the bed and moves me up by my hips. He’s aggressive, but gentle. Hungry, yet tamed. His moves are calculated, but frenzied. He wants me just as badly as I want him.
He sucks a nipple while kneading the other. I arch, pushing my breasts higher. My body is in shambles. It’s been so long. So, so very long. And I’ve wanted Max since the day I met him.
Leaning back, he releases the button on my jeans and begins lowering the zipper. Everything is heightened, anticipation so built up, every tooth of the zipper echoes and it feels like it’s taking an eternity. Slowly, he pulls my pants off my legs and sets his gaze on me, lying naked and vulnerable, waiting and ready for him.
Lust sets his eyes on fire. Desire rests on his smirk. He raises my leg, kisses my ankle, tortuously moves up my calf, to the side of my knee, and traces up my thigh. Nudging my legs apart, he lays a flat tongue at my entrance and ends with a gentle suck on my clit.
“Oh my god…” I whimper, jerking at the instant pleasure zinging to the tips of each limb.
He dances his tongue around my clit and slowly presses his fingers into me. I swear I’m about to explode. I’m not ashamed of my excitement. Not one damn bit. All the sexual tension… All the want… All the desire… It’s all for him.
My muscles begin to tense, promising an orgasm as he caresses my clit and pumps his fingers. My legs begin to tremble, and my breathing becomes faster. Suddenly, he stops and slides off the bed. One side of his lips quirk up into a fascinating smirk as he strips off his pants, grips his dick, and rolls on a condom.
Slowly he creeps up my legs and nestles between them, poised at my entrance. He pierces me with a gaze so full of lust and desire, it melts me.
I gasp, my eyes rolling shut as he sinks into me, anchoring deeply. My body pulses for him as if it’s begging for everything he has. He drags back out and shoves back in. I slap the mattress, gripping the sheets between my fingers as his pace picks up. His hips roll with fascinating strokes, testing my ability to take him all.
“Sonofabitch, you feel phenomenal,” he breathes rocking into me.
My hips meet his thrusts. My orgasm peaking. He slides his hand under my back and grips my shoulders…and hauls me into him.
The pain is blinding.
The pleasure is delirium.
My moans are loud.
My whimpers are urgent.
“Give it to me, Avery,” he growls pumping into me.
There’s a moment of calm—like the calm before the storm—where my body numbs for a fraction of a second and all I can hear is my breath with my heart beat in my ears. Then suddenly, just as quickly as the calm poured over me…
My body explodes from the inside out. I cry out, pushing my head into the mattress, arching my back, and tightening the grip on his sheets. He raises to his hands and drives with long tantalizing strokes, eliciting the best mind-shattering orgasm. I writhe and shudder as I come undone. Grasping my hips, he lifts me, burrowing and gyrating his pelvis.
His moans transform into a frenetic growl as he plunges. He roots and juts his throbbing dick, his body shaking as he comes. It’s a glorious sight—his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. Momentarily, he’s vulnerable and unguarded.
Dropping to his back, he rests his hand on my thigh. Sweat glistens our skin. Our breaths are ragged and uneven.
I don’t know how long we stay like this. I feel as if I’ve dosed into a sated coma, an ultimate stage of relaxation, when I feel him finally move off the bed. I wish I had the strength to open my eyes, but I don’t. My body is loose and free of tension, utterly inundated with satisfaction. All my stress and anxiety…gone.
When the bed dips again, Max kisses my forehead. “You’re so fucking phenomenal when you come.”
A lazy smile slips across my lips.
“I have something in the kitchen for you.” He winks and grins like a proud and freshly fucked fool before strutting out of the room.
On wobbly legs, I find all my clothes and dress in the most stunning bathroom. Dark gray slate floors meet light gray and white marble along the walls. The standup shower is enormous with multiple spray heads. The vanity is clean and bare of bathroom essentials. I’ve never seen a man’s bathroom so immaculate.
I find Max sitting at the counter looking at the stove in deep thought. “I’m not sure we should eat the chicken since it didn’t finish cooking. You up for some Chinese?” he says. “I know the best place.”
After looking over the menu, he places the order. As he talks, he moves fluidly around the kitchen, grabbing a tall glass, and pours a drink. He tosses in an orange slice and slides in a straw but decides to hold the yummy looking drink hostage until he finishes the call.
His eyes are a cocktail of hope and excitement. “Try this.”
An explosion of sweet and fruity wakes up my taste buds as I take a sip. “This is really good.”
Triumphantly, he smirks. “It’s sangria, made with the same wine we had the other night.”
My brows dip low as I look at the glass. “No way.”
“Being that’s my favorite wine and you said you only liked sweet ones, I knew I needed to coerce you somehow.” He chuckles. “I made a pitcher just for you. I can’t drink much of it.”
I cock my head to the side, pursing my lips mirthfully. “Are you trying to get me drunk, Max?”
He cups the back of my head and kisses me hard. His tongue plunges and sweeps across mine. My traitorous body ignites again, especially knowing how incredible sex is with him.
He leans back with a sexy smug smirk. “That seems to do the trick without any alcohol involved.”
I scrape my teeth along my bottom lip. “You have an unfair advantage. A secret weapon in that kiss,” I titter.
He taps my chin. “I plan on using it as much as possible.”
“Care to get your ass kicked by a girl in foosball while we wait on our food?”
He spreads his arm to the side. “By all means, I’d love to see you try.”