MAXEN
I was sitting in a booth in the far corner of the hotel bar with Lark tucked against me. My left arm was around her, anchoring her against me. Her warmth was like a fucking balm on a bad burn. She was calming me, but the pulsing pain was still there, lingering.
On the table in front of us sat our drink order, a tall San Pellegrino bottle and glasses, untouched. The only words we’ve said since we left the suite had been to place our order. Uttering those words had been hard enough, so talking… I didn’t think I could do that right now.
With the hand not touching Lark, I passed it over my cheek covered by my blonde beard. It’s long enough now that it’s not prickling the pulp of my fingers anymore.
She moved her hand up and down on my thigh. If I wasn’t so far stuck in my head, I’d get hard in a heartbeat, but right now it’s only helping me stay in the here and now and not get lost in the past. Memories were flashing in my head in a thick fog, but they weren’t neat enough that they drowned me. I supposed it was a good thing. I could manage.
“Since I’ve stopped snorting coke it’s the first time I’ve ever wanted it this bad,’’ I whispered and closed my eyes at my own weakness. I waited for her reproach, but it didn’t come.
“I’m glad you’re here with me instead,’’ she said quietly and kissed my shoulder over my shirt.
I looked down at her and nodded. “Yeah, me too.’’ I leaned down and placed a quick kiss on top of her head before I looked back at the water in front of me. I’d fucking love it if it was alcohol instead, but after rehab, it’d be sure to bring me down the wrong path. I wasn’t strong enough yet. “I didn’t think it was possible to hate and love someone at the same time. Every time my mother comes back in my life, I’m reminded it’s possible and so fucking easy.’’
“Does she live around here?’’
“Yeah. I got her an apartment in Battery Park City three years ago. I’m depositing money into her account every month to help her with bills too.’’ I took a small sip from the glass and put it back on the table. I could barely taste the sparkling water. The only parts of me not numb were the ones in direct contact with Lark.
“And you give her more money whenever she contacts you. It’s too much, Maxen,’’ she said softly, and I knew she was trying to be nice and help here, but it wasn’t helping.
I wrapped my fingers around the cold glass of the water bottle and watched my knuckles turning white. “You don’t know what it’s like.’’
“You’re right, I don’t.’’ She pressed herself tighter against me and I ran my fingers along her side over her purple top. “My parents are happily married, they’ve always treated me like I’m their world. I’ve never doubted their love for me, and I’ve never been missing on anything when it came to them. But I know that you went through a lot with your parents. You didn’t tell me much of anything, but when I look at your face, and I see that haunted look when you’re usually smiling even when you don’t feel like it, I know your family can’t be worth it. She’s not your responsibility, Maxen. Don’t let her use you like this.’’
“I will never be able to ignore her, Lark. She’s my mom.’’ My voice broke on the last word, and I wanted to hide, but Lark wouldn’t let me.
She forced me to turn toward her with her hand on my cheek, and I was ready to break down in the hotel bar with the woman I’d married on a whim in fucking Vegas years ago.
“Your parents gave up on their role, their duty to you. Your family is made of the guys in your band. Your mother isn’t there for you, she’s not comforting you, not showing you how much she loves you. She’s your mom in name and DNA only.’’ She ran a finger on my lower lip. “What’s your father saying about all of this?’’
I scoffed but made sure I didn’t dislodge her hand from my face. Her touch was slowly driving away the darkness crowding me. “I haven’t been in touch with my father in years. I’ve heard through some people that he has his act together and he has a job in some factory or another. I called him once, left a message with my number, but he never called back. He’s moved on, I suppose.’’
She snaked her hand from my cheek to behind my head through my hair that was getting too long. I felt her fingers playing with some strands. It sent shivers down my spine. “I’m sorry you had and still have to go through all of this.’’
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Lark. It’s life. We don’t get to pick who’s our family, but I get to build my life, a life I don’t have to feel like I need to hang my head in shame. I’m not the best man out there. I’ve been fucking women I don’t give a shit about, I’ve been into drugs for months, and I can be an ass, but I will never do the same mistakes as my parents.’’
“You won’t be doing the same mistakes.’’
“How do you know?’’
She leaned closer until her lips ghosted over mine. Her eyes were so luminous up close, so earnest too. “Because you’re the best, the most honest and loyal man I’ve ever met. You’re one of a kind, Maxen, and I mean that as a compliment. I’m sorry it took me so long to see it.’’
My hand on her side tightened on her. The hand that had been holding the water bottle went to her face. I traced her cheekbone and gripped the back of her neck. She shivered, and I felt it to my fucking groin. My cock stirred and started to harden. She was pushing away everything from my mind and the pull to call my local drug dealer wasn’t so strong anymore. Something else was strong, though. I needed to kiss her and pour out everything I felt in her until she was folding into me.
“Go ahead, Maxen. Kiss me.’’ Her lips touched mine when she said these words under her breath.
My hand behind her neck tightened more, and I was sure my touch was bordering on painful, but she didn’t say anything. She arched up into me, and her breasts pushed into my chest. I swallowed thickly and let my eyes fall to her dark pink lips slightly parted as if waiting for me to slip my tongue into her mouth.
“We’re in a bar,’’ I growled low for only her to hear. She shivered again, and I watched her pupils dilating, eating more and more blue to turn her eyes a molten dark. “Anyone can see us.’’
“I don’t care. We are married. Just kiss me,’’ she said again, and when her hooded eyes fell on my mouth, I couldn’t resist.
I brought my mouth to hers and immediately sought her tongue with mine. When they met everything else disappeared. There was only her and me in my mind.
I pressed harder against her mouth until she quietly moaned. I nibbled on her lower lip before I deepened the kiss once more, trying to tell her everything I felt, all those crazy things I’ve always felt whenever I’m around her. I didn’t know if she felt them, I didn’t know what there was other than desire on her part, but I was completely consumed by her, and I didn’t give a fuck. She could burn me, eat me, and spew me out later if she wanted to. All that was important at that moment was that she was here with me and she let me kiss her again.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I growled in her mouth, tangling my fingers in her soft long hair to tilt her head up until I was dominating her in this booth, away from prying eyes in the far corner of the bar. She wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me into her tighter until our teeth clashed. Fuck, this kiss… this kiss was hard, was out of control and so deep I felt it everywhere.
I pulled back and took a deep breath. The bar around us swirled. I was panting as if I’d just fucked Lark in the booth. My skin was sweaty on my forehead and my back at the base of my spine. And my cock… it was too fucking hard to be comfortable in my jeans and sitting.
“I want you, Lark,’’ I said quietly between loud intakes of air.
With her eyelids low on her eyes, the glassy look in them, her lips red and swollen and the color in her cheeks, she looked ready to be taken. I had to remind myself we weren’t alone here and that the staff working in the bar was probably eyeing her and getting quite the spectacle to refrain from laying her down the booth and having my way with her.
“They’re probably still in your suite.’’
“Fuck.’’ I rubbed at my forehead and pulled away until I wasn’t touching her anymore. It’s that or I was going to make a live porn show for the few clients here and the staff.
Not touching her was hard. I’ve never felt so addicted before in my life. Even with the high I had been seeking with coke hadn’t been as addicting as this woman was. That should be sobering for a man recovering from an addiction, but it wasn’t. If anything, it’s more thrilling, and I’ve always loved me some thrill.
“Tonight?’’ she asked shyly, and I couldn’t help but smile at her. That brought more color to her face. Shit, I didn’t think I’ve ever seen her shy around me before. Not like this.
“Tonight is too many hours away.’’ I looked around the bar and frowned. “Maybe I could book us a small room right now. They probably have something still available.’’
“That’s ridiculous,’’ she said, and I noticed her breathing was back to normal. I wanted to hear the soft pants she made, that quiet sound when she’s turned on but not fully moaning in my mouth. That’s too fucking hot to go without it when I was hard as a rock. “We’re not horny teenagers. We can wait.’’
“I may not be a teenager, but I’m fucking horny for you, Lark. I don’t give a damn if I have to get the band, Harley, and Floyd out of the room so we can have fun, actual fun. You’d be the one embarrassed, not me.’’
“You can’t do this!’’ She grabbed my forearm as if I was about to break in a dead run up to my room to do just that.
“Then let me find a room,’’ I cajoled, running a hand along her arm. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to feel my cock in your tight pussy, babe.’’
The blush tainted her cheeks a deeper red, and I couldn’t help the grin from spreading on my face. I knew I was an ass for loving to fluster this woman, but it’s something I’ve always gotten a kick out of and now that she wasn’t out for blood where I was concerned it’s the best.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we need to talk, Maxen,’’ Floyd said, coming from out of fucking nowhere.
I blinked at my manager trying to understand what the hell he was doing here when everything came back crashing down on me. I lost my grin instantly and my shoulders slouched.
“Can’t it wait?’’
He shook his head and took the seat in front of Lark and me. His elbows on the table, hands clasped together in front of him and his eyes fixing me with seriousness; I knew he meant business. I supposed the show must go on and all that crap, right?
I disentangled myself from Lark and took a sip of my now lukewarm water. But Lark didn’t put more space between us like I thought she’d do. No, in fact, she’s still as close to me as she was minutes ago and I found it easier to breathe, easier to keep my cool when all I wanted was to lose myself in this woman.
“I’m sorry, but I’m paid to look after you and the boys. That’s what I’m trying to do.’’
“You’re paid to manage Kinky Shine, Floyd. That’s different.’’
His frown deepened, and he leaned closer to me over the table, his eyes never wavering from my face. “If it were true, I wouldn’t have asked for you to go to rehab or demanded you to be tested every month to make sure you’re not spiraling out of control. You know I care about you and the boys. Stop trying to antagonize me.’’
“Whoa, out with the big words, aren't ya?’’ I replied with a light chuckle to hide how his words were touching me more deeply than they should. But I wasn’t doing a good job at it. Lark’s hand back on my thigh squeezed me and Floyd’s frown eased off, and he’s fighting off a smile.
“All right,’’ he began, serious again. “I’ve done everything I could here in New York. Your take on your marriage came live a few minutes ago, and it’s already going viral. Incidentally, it’s the perfect timing to bury your mother’s interview a little bit. But that also means the horde outside isn’t going to lessen anytime soon. Between the launch of the new clip and song and the news about you and Lark, the focus is more than ever on Kinky Shine and mostly on you, Maxen.’’
I sighed and looked next to me at Lark and her pretty face. She glanced at me for a second, questions in her eyes before I looked back at my manager. “You want the band to go back to LA tomorrow as planned.’’
He nodded and leaned back in his seat. “We can’t possibly stay holed up in this hotel forever. We have things scheduled in LA to keep promoting the new album, you and the boys have several appearances for charities, parties, movie premiers. You know how it is. Now all we have to do is go back to our lives and wait for the next move from the media because these people will probably come out of the woodwork to say something to the journalists and it’s easy to twist their words.’’
“I can’t leave, Floyd. You and the guys, go back to LA but I need to stay a few more days.’’ I put a hand over hers on my thigh and entwined our fingers. I wasn’t going to leave her to fend for herself with the mess outside.
“Maxen,’’ he said in warning.
I knew what was on his mind. Fuck, he wasn’t all wrong. I’ve been out of rehab for not that long, and it’s common knowledge that I wasn’t supposed to hook up with anybody for a while and you’d have to be blind to not see that something’s happening between Lark and me. Usually, I didn’t think Floyd would be annoyed that I was fucking a random chick, but it’s obvious Lark wasn’t random to me. He’s probably scared I was going to go off the deep end when she rejects my ass once she realizes she’s worth more than me, my issues and this damn life that made it impossible to do anything without millions of eyes on us.
I couldn’t blame him because I didn’t know how I was going to react when she left my life for good. The last time I’d heard of her getting an apartment with someone, I went out of my way to snort coke at a party that same fucking night. I wasn’t dumb enough not to realize that Lark was my weak spot, my weakness and at the same time the one person that made me feel so fucking alive. Playing in front of thousands upon thousands of people all chanting the band’s name or my name wasn’t as thrilling as having Lark with me, touching me, writhing under me. That’s dangerous.
“I’m serious, Floyd. I’m not going.’’
“Hey, you should listen to him,’’ Lark said with a forced smile on her pretty face, but I couldn’t miss the fear in her eyes. She’s on the verge of losing her job, she didn’t have a place to live anymore, her ex acted like the biggest asshole, and she’s going to be left here alone. Well, she probably had friends here, and she had Alan so she wouldn’t be exactly alone, but still, I wouldn’t be here for her.
“No. Not gonna happen. I’m staying here until we’re sure you’re safe and that you have somewhere to stay other than at Alan’s.’’
“We can arrange something with a bodyguard,’’ Floyd said, trying like hell to win me over, but we all knew how much of a butthead I could be and how thick my skull was.
I wasn’t going to say this aloud, but I wasn’t going to leave Manhattan until I had Lark with me to go back to LA. She didn’t know this yet, but until she threw me to the curb, she’s stuck with me. My womanizing days were truly over, and it’s about damn time too. I could be a one-woman kind of man, and with Lark, no other woman counted. She’s all I saw, all I wanted, all I cared about. And I honestly never thought I’d see the day when a woman would mean more to me than the band.
“Not going to work,’’ I replied and shook my head.
“You’re being ridiculous,’’ Lark butted in with her no-nonsense face on. “You have work to do. The guys count on you. I’ll be fine here.’’
“Are you trying to kick me out?’’
“What? No!’’
“Then shut up and be pretty.’’ I bumped my shoulder against hers and smiled at her before I focused my attention back on my hard ass manager. “I’m not leaving her side, Floyd.’’
“You don’t have a choice. You’re scheduled to appear on several talk shows next week with the band. Kinky Shine isn’t just about Dex, Otis, and Beckett. We can’t have one of you get out of the promotional events we have lined up.’’
“Sue me then. I don’t give a fuck. I’m not kidding.’’ I frowned at him and drilled my fingers on the table.
Next to me, Lark tensed, and I fucking hated it. She shouldn’t be worrying about any of this. Fuck, she’s supposed to have a man who could be there for her. I wanted to prove I could be that man. I needed to prove it as much for her as for myself.
“Maxen, my hands are tied. Work with me here,’’ Floyd said with a sigh. I know he’s tired. He’s been overdoing it since I told him about my drug addiction a few months ago and I didn’t like seeing him so worn out, but I couldn’t follow.
“I’m sorry.’’
“Stop it right there, Maxen,’’ Lark blurted and put space between us on the booth. Where a second ago she’d been right up against me, now cold was seeping into my body. I gritted my teeth. “You’re not being cute or charming here. You have a dream job, and you’re about to send everything to hell because of me? That’s dumb, and you’ve shown me you’re not dumb. I don’t need saving. I’m not a damn damsel in distress.’’
“But—’’
“No buts.’’ She glared at me, and it’s like I was taken back a few years when she couldn’t stomach being in the same fucking room as me. “And think. If you’re a no-show, more rumors and articles will come out, and it’s not going to help the situation.’’
I cringed at that argument. Shit, she’s right. I toyed nervously with the barbell in my eyebrow and ignored the pinching on my skin.
“She’s right, and you know it,’’ Floyd added, echoing my thoughts which pissed me off.
“Why every fucking time I want to do something right I can’t, huh?’’ I pushed away my sparkling water and closed my hands into tight fists before I couldn’t resist any longer and punched the damn table.
“There’s no right or wrong here. It’s okay,’’ Lark said and put her hand back on my thigh.
Maybe she’s trying to soothe me and reassure me, but she didn’t know how deep my feelings for her were running. She couldn’t possibly understand what it’s like for me to leave. For all I knew, I wouldn't see her for a damn long time, and when I did see her again, she’d have another asshole in her life. Fuck, the thought alone was making me see red.
“It’s not okay, but it doesn’t look like I have a fucking say in this shit.’’ I pushed her hand away and stood up. “I’ll start packing then.’’
I walked away, looking over my shoulder at Lark once. I shouldn’t have slept with her. I didn’t regret it, and it had been the best night of my life, but leaving so soon after when I didn’t know where we stood and we’re filing for a divorce? That blew more than it probably should.
A damn boulder had taken residence in my throat and clearing my throat didn’t do a damn thing. Blinking didn’t stop the prickling in my eyes either. And rubbing at my left pec didn’t prevent my fucking heart from squeezing in my chest as if crushed.
A hand came into contact with the small of my back, and I tensed up. At one point, I’d have been all suave and shit with an unknown woman touching me, but right now, I was ready to blow a gasket. I looked down and met the almond-shaped eyes that have been haunting my mind for years. “You didn’t think I’d let you out of my sight already, did you?’’
“You’ve been pretty pushy about getting me back to LA,’’ I replied sullenly and didn’t try to hide my annoyance. I gave a cursory look at the elevator when the door dinged open, and a man followed by a couple left the elevator. Lark and I walked in with a man on his phone handing someone else’s ass with an uptight voice. I let the man hit the button for his floor and did the same afterward.
“Pushy? I’m not pushy, Maxen. I don’t want you to do anything you’d regret later on,’’ she whispered next to me, a hand on my forearm. The heat of her palm melted the damn ice that had been taking over the warmth she’s brought in me.
“What makes you think I won’t regret leaving?’’ I was looking in front of me at the closed door of the elevator when everything in me was telling me to look at her and get lost in her fucking eyes. But I was walking on a thin wire here. If I was being honest with myself, my reaction to her was starting to worry me. I spiraled, out of control and I was afraid of what I would be doing when back in LA and thinking of her still here with that ass of an ex sniffing around her. And the paparazzi.
“The guys need you.’’
The elevator stopped, and the door opened to let out the businessman who hadn’t looked our way once. He’s still being an ass with the other person on the phone. I watched him go with a shake of my head before I glanced down at Lark again. Our eyes collided and some of my irritation left at once. Underneath it all, I’m fucking scared anyway.
“And you, Lark?’’ My voice was rough, almost gruff. I couldn’t believe I was fishing here. My skin felt too tight for my body and warmth was creeping all over my face. I wasn’t used to this shit. I was the guy who’s been making a big show of his sexual encounters, not delving into the whole feelings stuff. And it’s pathetic how needy I sounded… but I really was needy.
She moved closer to me and pushed her face into my biceps, wrapping her arms around my arm. “Right now, I want you,’’ she whispered against my arm.
“Lark,’’ I mumbled in a growling voice and turned to face her abruptly.
My sudden move startled her, and she gasped, stepping away from me until she had trapped herself in one corner of the elevator. Seeing her like this made me feel like a predator closing in on their prey and, fuck, that damn sensation was heady and made me so fucking hard my cock was painful in my pants. I took three steps, and I was in front of her, my cock pressed against her soft stomach until I was hissing under my breath, fighting the need to thrust against her to relieve myself.
“There’s a camera, Maxen,’’ she said breathlessly. At her every intake of breath, her breasts pushed into my chest, and I had to flex the muscles in my arms to stop myself from touching them and tearing off her clothes.
“You think I give a fuck? Come on, Lark,’’ I replied quietly and watched when her skin broke out in goose bumps. Perfection. “I wouldn’t care if I fucked you in front of an audience as long as I was in your pussy and the sounds you make when I’m thrusting washed over me.’’ I put my hands on either side of her head and stared at her eyes and the pupils getting larger and larger as her breathing shortened. She wanted me to touch her.
Fuck, this teasing shit was torture, but it’s the sweetest kind.
The elevator dinged to signal we were on our floor and I had half a mind to push the red button to block the damn thing and take Lark here and there and fuck if there’s some beer belly man jerking off watching us from the camera security.
“Don’t even think about it,’’ she said breathlessly as if reading my mind. She shook her head slowly and pushed on my chest with her small hands. When she brushed over the barbell on my nipple, I couldn’t help the choked moan from leaving my parted lips.
Her eyes snapped to mine, and she let out a small noise from the back of her throat, a sound that never failed to make my cock twitch.
I took a step back and frowned when I didn’t feel her body against mine. Her hands fell down her body when I was out of reach, and she leaned farther in the corner of the elevator as if her legs weren’t supporting her. I threw an arm to stop the door from closing and extended my other hand toward her, silently asking for her to come to me, to trust me. To be with me.
Her eyes fell to my hand, and for a moment I wasn’t sure she was going to follow me. Then, her eyes climbed up my tatted arm, and I swore I could feel their warmth, their weight on my skin. When her gaze stopped on my mouth, I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and bring her to bed like some fucking neanderthal. But right when my patience was running thin, she gave me her hand and my heart flew away, right to her to beat for her alone.
Now, I fucking knew it for sure. I didn’t have anything in my chest other than room for her heart and love if she ever gave that to me.
I was such a sap.
I tugged on her hand, and she willingly collided with me. I wrapped her tightly against me and started walking down the hall toward my room. My hard length made walking an unpleasant business, but with Lark against me and the promise of her naked and wet in minutes, I had the biggest smile on my face. Sex for me could distract me from the biggest mess that was part of my life. At that moment, nothing mattered. I didn’t give a damn about the paparazzi outside, my departure from NYC tomorrow morning or my fears for what the future held for Lark and me.
***
LARK
“Turn around, babe,’’ Maxen demanded in a hoarse voice that made me shiver and curl my toes on the plush carpet of his room.
Standing in front of Maxen in only my underwear, I felt both exposed and sexy. With the hot, hungry look in his eyes, I didn’t wonder if he liked my body. I knew he did. He didn’t shy from praises either, and he was all the more irresistible for it.
I turned around and nibbled on my lips. With my back to him, I didn’t know what he was doing, what he planned on doing. I heard the hiss of his breath, the sound of him taking off his t-shirt and unbuckling his belt. Not seeing him but only hearing him strip rendered me wetter by the second and my arousal permeated the air. I clenched, wishing to feel Maxen inside me. My taut nipples ached, pushing against the lace of my light blue bra.
“Shit, babe,’’ he groaned, and his hot hands landed on my hips. I startled and brought my hands over his. He leaned closer to me until his cock was nestled between my ass cheeks. His lips brushed the shell of my ear, and I tightened my fingers on his hands clasped firmly on my hips. “I’m going to take you from behind and watch my cock disappear in your pussy. I’m going to palm that ass and turn it pink, babe. And you’re going to be fucking mad for it.’’
I gasped and dug my nails into his thick fingers. The dark lust in his voice stoked my need for him. It wasn’t just an itch I needed to scratch. It was like I couldn’t breathe any longer if he wasn’t inside me, touching me, kissing me.
I pushed my ass into him and clenched again on nothing when I heard his low moan right in my ear. His stubble prickled my skin at my ear as he nibbled lightly on my earlobe, tugging the small pearl earring with his teeth until I arched and brought a hand behind his head.
“Maxen,’’ I moaned his name in a voice dripping with need and bordering on begging. I weaved my fingers through his thick blonde hair and pushed his head harder into me.
He brought a hand to my left breast, and I knew he must feel how hard my heart pounded under my flesh and bra. He squeezed once and thrust against my ass, hissing again. His right arm wrapped around me until his hand cupped me over my panties. I groaned when his thick fingers pressed on my sensitive clit.
“You’re so wet, babe. You like it when I talk dirty?’’ he growled in my ear and pressed rhythmically on my clit and pinched my left nipple until I was a mess of mewling noises and undulations of my hips to seek more pressure and pleasure.
Warmth spread everywhere through my body, mounting from my toes and concentrating in my core. I closed my eyes and dropped my head on his shoulder behind me, exposing my neck to his lips.
“Take off your jeans,’’ I said between soft pants, running a hand from his waistband to his thigh covered with thick denim. His belt was hanging open, but his hard length was still too covered for my liking.
He pushed his cock harder into me, and his hands shook on my breast and over my panties. “How much do you want my dick, babe?’’
“What?’’ I asked with a moan when he slipped his hand inside my panties.
Upon feeling his thick fingers circling my clit and putting pressure on it, spreading my wetness all over me, I tensed all over, digging my fingers into his thigh and on his skull. He growled in my neck and trailed his unshaved cheek against my soft skin. The prickle had me bowing, mumbling his name in a broken whisper. He’s crowding me with his big body, hard muscles surrounding me.
Slowly, he dragged two fingers from my clit and down to my core, spreading me until his thick fingers started penetrating me, drawing out bone shaking shivers from me. My mouth opened in a choked gasp.
“I want to hear you tell me how you want my cock instead of my fingers. How you want me to fuck you until you’re sore,’’ he whispered in my ear and sheathed his fingers as deeply as they possibly could go inside me. Stretching me, making me feel a slight burning sensation deep inside me, a sensation I only knew movement would make better. So much better. And then, he did move his fingers, just a bit, enough to make me moan his name. “Oh fuck, you’re dripping, babe.’’
“Maxen, I need you. Now,’’ I panted, undulating against him, but his hold on me didn’t waver. If anything, his hand on my covered breast tightened its hold, squeezing my flesh with the perfect pressure to make me clench around his fingers, drawing out a groan from him.
“You want me?’’ He withdrew his fingers almost completely and thrust them back inside, faster than on the way out. I pressed my thighs harder against his thick wrist. “Yeah, I can feel it, babe.’’
Sweat gathered on my forehead, and the small hairs on my body all stood to attention. The muscles in my thighs started shaking, ready to tense as he kept on finger fucking me faster, showing attention to my clit on the way back in to make me see stars behind my closed eyelids. I was getting so close already, too fast it was dizzying.
“Maxen… Maxen…’’
He’s breathing harshly into my ear, his hips moving in rhythm with his fingers against my ass and if it’s possible, he’s becoming incredibly harder, bigger. I tugged on his hair on the back of his head, desperate for more. And he gave it to me. He made a come-hither motion with his fingers inside me, and I cried out.
My legs buckled under me and he tightened his arms to keep me on my feet. He’s the only thing preventing me from falling on the floor in a heap.
He didn’t stop the movement of his fingers deep inside me on that perfect spot that made it impossible to breathe.
I tightened harder around his fingers and right when I was about to crash in the most intense orgasm, he withdrew his fingers and hugged me hard to his body. Through the haze of lust, pleasure, and frustration, I felt the tremors going through him and heard the air leaving his lungs in hard puffs that caressed my neck and shoulder where his head was tucked.
“You’re so fucking hot, Lark. You could make me come in my damn pants if we go on like this.’’ He palmed my breasts and slowly ran his hands over my stomach and up my ribcage.
He took a step away from me, and his back and rock hard cock weren’t flush against my back and ass anymore. I made a small noise from the back of my throat in protest, but his hands were working on the clasp of my bra. I quieted immediately when the fabric gave and fell down my arms to gather at my feet.
His hands fell to my waist. His fingers traced the hem of my panties, tugging on the elastic. I sucked in my breath, but he didn’t get rid of them. “Ready, babe?’’ he asked quietly behind me, his fingers now hooked under the fabric, finally ready to pull them off.
I nodded and put my hands on his, pushing them down. The lace of my boy short panties was an erotic caress when a man like Maxen was the one leading the show. My oversensitive skin made the path of my panties down my hips, past my ass and thighs to finish with my bra at my feet, a thing to behold.
“Your turn, Maxen,’’ I breathed out, when his lips landed on my shoulder, kissing me.
“Don’t move,’’ he ordered with a low voice as he, once again, pulled away from me.
I was dying to turn around and watch the play of his muscles when he’s stripping. I was craving the first glimpse of his thick length, but I kept my back to him because I was a perfect doormat with this man when sex was concerned. He had me at his mercy, and it was all sorts of amazing.
The heavy thump of his jeans and the clink of metal from his belt sounded in the quiet room when they fell to the floor.
I heard him move again and finally, when I didn’t think I could wait any longer and when I was ready to turn around and disobey him, he was back to me.
Naked.
His cock twitched against my ass when he plastered himself against me, and he growled, low in his throat. I felt it coming from his chest pressed against my back. The barbell in his nipple was illicitly thrilling on my skin, so close to my shoulder.
“Go to the bed and bend over. Don’t forget to part those delicious legs, babe.’’ His voice washed over me, and my nipples tightened to aching pebbles. But he wasn’t making a move to touch them. His hands were firmly settled on the flare of my hips, his fingers digging into my smooth skin. If he left a mark on me, I wouldn’t care. Actually, I hoped he did because it’d be the last proof of this second night together before he went back to his life in LA. “You heard me?’’
I nodded and licked my lips still swollen from the kisses he gave me earlier. I walked to the bed in front of me and resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. God, I wanted a glimpse of Maxen naked, but at the same time, not seeing him turned me on even more.
At the bed, I sucked on my lower lip, attacked suddenly by insecurity. I’ve had men fucking me from behind, I wasn’t a complete prude, but this somehow felt different. Maxen wasn’t just getting off on actual sex. Since last night, I knew he enjoyed the sex as much as he did watching me.
“Show off your perfect ass, babe. You have no idea how gorgeous you look,’’ he whispered from behind me, closer than I expected. It’s like he’s read my mind.
I sighed with a small smile on my lips and parted my legs before bending over the mattress, my hands supporting me. With my arms stretched, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to stay like this, but when I heard the strangled moan coming from Maxen, I didn’t care if it wasn’t exactly comfortable.
I arched my ass upward and let my head hang between my shoulders, shivering from sheer expectations.
His hands landed on my ass, palming each cheek with a possessive touch I loved. I couldn’t help but push into his hands, silently asking for more of him. “Don’t move.’’ His hands trailed up my back slowly. They covered almost the width of me without too much trouble. His warmth only added to the fire growing inside me. His calluses contrasted with my soft skin and added something to his sensual caresses.
“And if I move?’’ I asked breathlessly, my hair hiding the world from me, but it wasn’t important anyway. I kept my eyes closed.
One of his hands gathered my hair in a fist, and his other hand went back to my ass. “If you don’t listen to me, babe, I’m going to add some more kink to the mix.’’ He palmed my ass cheek and chuckled. The sound was hot to my ears burning me from the inside out. “Yeah, I bet you’d love that, huh? Anyway, I really want to see how this fine ass looks like pink.’’
I swallowed, turned on beyond words and apprehensive. I’ve never done something quite like this before, and while I was sure it was nothing wild to him, it’s out of my comfort zone. But incidentally, I trusted this man. He’s never done anything to hurt me before, nothing to make me feel less than what I was worth. If anything, I thought over the years in college I was the one who hurt his feelings more often than not.
“Tell me if it’s too much for ya, babe.’’
I nodded and pushed against his hand still on my ass, and the light tug on my hair from his fist had me smiling. I didn’t know what he was doing to me, but it was good. Really, really good.
“Oh shit, babe. You’re going to kill me,’’ he said with a hoarse voice before his hand left my ass and landed back on it with a soft smack that stung a bit, but mostly, it sent a wave of pleasure directly to my core.
I whimpered and panted, trying to calm down when my heart went faster, trying to break a record.
He spanked me again, this time harder. The contact from his palm and my skin made a harsh sound in the room, and somehow, it stoked the dark need he’s awakening in me. I felt myself getting wetter as he caressed the sting on my ass, his hand shaking and his breathing laborious.
“Fuck.’’ He released my hair and fumbled with something, and I knew it was a condom. The tip of his cock brushed my ass cheek, hot from his ministrations and I sensed the moisture gathered. I licked my lips, fighting off the need to turn around, get on my knees and take him in my mouth. I’ve never been fond of blow jobs, but I’ve never felt such an overwhelming need to pleasure a man before either. “Part your legs more, Lark.’’
I complied with eagerness and fisted the expensive thick bedsheets between my fingers. I ignored the burn in the muscles of my shoulders and arms from holding myself this way above the bed.
Maxen grabbed my hips with one hand and with the other, he touched my aching core and growled when he noticed how ready I was. “Shit, you really like when I spank you, don’t you?’’
“And you…don’t?’’ I stuttered when instead of his fingers his broad tip probed my entrance.
He didn’t thrust into me. No, that’d be too easy, and I was starting to think Maxen loved the tease. Instead, he let his hard cock trace my pussy, pushing a tiny bit into me before withdrawing, earning himself a pained moan that made him chuckle breathlessly.
“I love how your ass cheek is pink from my hand, babe. And I fucking love how your body responds to me. You’re heaven in a sinful body, and I can’t get enough of you.’’
He put his second hand on my hip, and when his fingers tensed, I knew what was coming.
He pushed softly into me, his thick erection stretching me. I moaned his name and pushed back, urging him on. He growled and snapped his hips into me, hard and fast until he was deep and I was shaking like a leaf. His hands on my hips were so tense that his short nails bit into my skin in a way I was ready to beg for more. My right ass cheek, still hot and slightly throbbing from his spanking, was sensitive against him when I felt the front of his legs covered by light hair against the back of my parted thighs.
I clenched around him and listened to the sound I loved coming from his mouth when he’s pleasured. “God, Maxen.’’
“Hold on, babe. Hold on,’’ he warned in a dark voice, rough and hoarse. He withdrew and pushed back into me with force and slapped my ass with one hand, taking me by surprise.
I moaned louder, eyes closed tightly as tears from this pleasure and pain assaulted me. His cock hit me just the right way, and when he pulled back, the friction against my walls was enough to make me tremble so hard it’s almost impossible for me to resume this position. But I held on. I didn’t want this to stop.
“So fucking hot… best ever…’’ He growled between steady, hard thrusts and I barely heard anything.
My ears were buzzing as my orgasm was quickly growing, making my blood not only boil but my lungs ready to explode. Everything inside me was clenching around Maxen in perfect rhythm to his hips, and every time I did, he moaned louder and tightened his fingers on my hips.
But I needed more.
I fucking needed more.
“Spank me.’’
“Wh—what?’’ he asked, his thrusts stopping right when he’s so deep it almost hurt, but it was incredibly pleasurable.
“Spank me again, Maxen,’’ I asked with a voice I didn’t recognize as my own. My breathing was coming out in hard bursts of air that made my chest ache.
“Oh fuck, babe.’’ His hand landed on my ass hard, harder than before and I bucked against him. “Yeah, that’s right, Lark. Tighten around me, babe.’’ And he smacked my ass again before he fucked me with renewed vigor. My hands slipped over the mattress, and I ended up supporting myself on my elbows and forearms, fisting the bedsheets so tight I didn’t feel my fingers anymore.
He draped his broad chest over my back and pinched my nipples until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I clenched around him tighter and let go. I soared and distantly heard myself moan his name repeatedly. I was shaking, bucking into him and I felt him shaking violently against me while his cock swelled and jerked inside me. He moaned my name in a gruff voice, his hips pushed a few more times into me before he stopped and dragged himself on the mattress. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me into him.
It was the wildest experience of my life.
And I wasn’t ready to let him go tomorrow.
My heart sunk and the fast pace of the beats didn’t do a thing. I’ve never been so content after sex, never been so satiated and overwhelmed, but I also have never been in the position of saying goodbye to my husband the very next day.