Max
Avery told me earlier she couldn’t stay with me tonight. I am a man on a mission to change her mind. I park beside her car, kill the ignition, and twist, pulling her in for a kiss. It’s full of eagerness. I’m desperate for her to feel my silent plea. I plunge my tongue, forcing her to open up and take me.
I want her.
I ache for her.
“Come inside with me,” I pant against her lips. “Please.”
I’m begging her to change her mind. To be against me all night. To let me wake up with her in my arms.
“I can’t stay long,” she breathes with my lip between her teeth.
I waste no damn time. I pop out of the car, meeting her on the other side, and clutch her hand, moving us toward the entrance. Flashing a ghost of a smile, I peer at her, keeping my private desire between us. I press the button for the elevator and tap my foot waiting for it to show. We step in and as the doors shut behind us, I yank her into me, taking back to her lips. She runs her hand up my chest and into my hair, tugging gently. It causes a moan to escape me as a pulse of lascivious desire twitches my cock.
The doors open and I walk her backward, keeping my gaze on hers. I shove her purse strap off her shoulder and it hits the floor beside the couch. Her hands are on me. My eyes are on her. I pull her shirt over her head and cup her tits on top of her bra, kneading gently. She bites her bottom lip and then her mouth falls open, releasing a small moan as she drops her head back.
I unzip her pants and shove them down to her thighs before dipping my hand below her panties. She exhales a small moan as I press into her, dragging in and out. I rip the cup of her bra down and suck on her hard nipple. She gasps, rocking her hips against my hand.
Dragging my tongue up her chest and to her shoulder, I bite on the skin of her neck. She cries out as goosebumps splatter her skin.
“You make me so fucking hard for you,” I rasp beside her ear.
Something in her snaps. She grabs my hand out of her panties and moves me in front of the couch. I watch as she squats, lowering my pants. On the way back up, she laps a heavy tongue from the bottom of my nuts to the tip of my cock, never releasing her stare.
Fuck. Yes.
She shoves me and I drop to the couch. Her grin is wicked as she positions herself between my legs, presses her lips to the tip of my dick, and sucks, drawing me in. I choke for air at the pleasure.
Her tongue flattens against the bottom of my shaft as she twists her grip. Her head bobs. The pressure is incredible. I close my eyes briefly, relishing how amazing this feels. She moans, long and deep, vibrating my dick, and it pulls my gaze back to her. The knot in my stomach starts to unravel. I thread my fingers through her hair and hold her still as I pump into her mouth. The sight of my dick disappearing and reemerging glistening with saliva…
“Fuck…” My groan funnels into a growling moan.
She tightens her grip as her tongue dances all over my dick. My nuts constrict. I’m not going to blow my load when I can be buried inside of her, hearing that sexy as fuck mewl.
By her hair, I pull her swollen lips off my cock and guide her to my face. “Fuck, Avery.”
She smirks seductively and then stands. In a sexy strip tease, I watch as she unsnaps her bra, removing the straps on her shoulder one by one and allowing them to fall from her arms. Her hips sway as she hooks her panties and ever so damn teasingly lowers them down her legs. She bends, dragging her hands over my thighs, squeezing and massaging as she creeps up my body.
I jerk up and kiss her, blindly fumbling to grab my pants and get a damn condom. She watches as I grip my dick and roll it down before giving me another reminder of why she’s a dream come true.
Straddling me, she sinks down, engulfing me with the sweetest fucking pleasure. Up and down, she moves and adjusts with each stroke until she’s comfortable and begins riding me with confidence.
Her body rolls as her hips gyrate. My fingers dig into the smooth skin of her ass—pushing, pulling, lifting. She grabs a handful of hair, jerks my head to the side and goes to fucking town on my neck with heavy kisses.
Her manhandling me—I’m gladly at her fucking mercy.
Her pussy starts to tighten and her moans become more urgent. I buck upward, slamming into her to elicit her orgasm. Her head falls back, her chin toward the ceiling and her mouth parted as she moans. Her grip on my hair is so hard it’s intoxicating.
Suddenly, her body contracts and she loses control. She cries out—a desperate mewl morphing into all the pleasure she’s experiencing. She leans back, shoving a hand into her hair and pulls, releasing an unrestrained moan.
I’m gone.
So fucking gone.
“Fuck,” I chant, barreling into my orgasm and pumping fiercely into her.
Together we come, our moans meshing. Euphoria embraces our mind-blowing orgasm.
Her head falls forward resting on my shoulder. Her body is in a sated coma resting against my chest as my heart thunders against hers. My limbs are numb, but somehow I manage to find the strength to splay one over the small of her back. I hold her while our breaths are ragged. I drop my head to the back of the couch and close my eyes with her conformed flawlessly against me.
“Max.” Her voice brings me back to reality and I open my eyes, blinking into the sweetest grays. I don’t know how long we’ve been here, fused together, but one thing’s for sure—I want to stay buried in her pussy. “I have to go,” she whispers with a frown.
She moves off me and begins to get dressed. I find the strength to get up and head to the bathroom to clean up—a feat I almost lose. Grabbing a pair of shorts, I shove into them before making my way back out to the living room.
She’s standing by the window, looking out into the night sky of Denver. The buildings reach high into the sky with lights flickering in the distance. The living room lights are off, but her body is silhouetted by the illumination of the moon.
She’s breathtaking.
Moving behind her and smiling like the lucky dog I am, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the side of her head. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay?”
She twists in my arms and peeks up at me. Reality slaps me in the face. I’m falling for her and there’s absolutely no denying it.
“My best friend, Raven, is at my house waiting on me,” she tells me.
“Surely, she’d understand.”
She drops her view to my chest but continues to draw circles on the back of my neck.
I inhale, feeling like I’m about to jump off the tallest building without a parachute. “I really like you, Avery.”
She swallows and doesn’t raise her gaze. “I have so much I need to tell you.”
“I’m falling for you.” The words raise her view and I smirk. “Pretty fucking hard if I’m being honest.”
Her lips pull up.
“I’m not going to hurt you. You brighten my days. I want to wake up every morning and close my eyes every night knowing you’re in my life. I know you’re scared. Truth is, I’m pretty petrified too, but without a doubt, I rather hold you through my fears.”
“I have an ugly past, Max.” The hurt in her voice is clear.
“And when you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here to listen. But I’m not some punk who will treat you bad and let you walk away. I’ll cherish you.”
“You make me feel pretty damn lucky to have you,” she whispers.
I smirk.
“I like our pace,” she says nervously. “I don’t feel pressured and it allows me to work through all my anxiety. I’m used to everyone expecting things from me, but you…” She smiles. “You just want me happy. And you do make me happy.”
“Because it’s what you deserve.”
She kisses my jaw. “Day by day.”
I brush my lips against hers, keeping my gaze attached to hers. “Are you positive I can’t persuade you to stay?”
She grins. “I’ll see what kind of strings I can pull for the weekend. The next few weeks will be really busy for me. I have to dust off for the Kid’s Bazaar.”
“What does that consist of?” I ask, legitimately wanting in her world.
“I’ll be with my coach four days a week and working with Ryan. Since I hit the slopes several times a month, I stay rust free.”
I nod, kiss her forehead and very damn reluctantly, lead her to the elevator where we share one more kiss before she’s out of my view.