To Riley, it barely registered they were still in the hallway, or that her knees had gone so weak it was mostly Max’s body against hers that was keeping her upright. He was in the middle of kissing her breath away while she still had her hand on his cock, slowly stroking it through the thick fabric of his pants.

She briefly wondered what state of temporary insanity had pushed her to come here, as heat coiled deep inside her stomach, making her pussy throb and her nipples ache. Truth was, she was just unable to stay away.

Max had taken over her every thought, to the point she was daydreaming about his lips on hers, and imagining that powerful body free from the restraint of clothes. She thought of him effortlessly picking her up and throwing her down on his bed, and once those thoughts started playing on a never-ending loop in her brain, she couldn’t resist the need for him any longer.

And now here she was, the reality somehow even better than the fantasy as Max claimed her mouth and his hands gently massaged her breasts. Pushed up against the wall, all she could do was give herself over to him.

After all, he knew what he was doing.

The buttons of her blouse slowly popped open as the ache between her legs grew stronger and stronger. Her bra was pulled down, her bare breasts now cupped in Max’s rough palms, while she whimpered, blood pulsing in her veins.

Bending his head down, Max started kissing around her nipples, slow and teasing, until they were hot, throbbing hard nubs, begging for his mouth.

“Oh, please,” Riley mumbled, not even really sure what she was trying to say.

“More?” Max growled, his stubble rubbing against her chest.

“Yes,” she hissed.

His tongue felt like flames licking up her body as he laved at her nipples before sucking one into his mouth. Edging himself more to her side, he let one of his hands trail up her thigh, and Riley was suddenly very glad she had worn a skirt to this little visit.

Her back arched as his touch slid higher, his thumb rubbing circles on her inner thigh. When his hand settled on the apex of her thighs, Riley couldn’t help but roll her hips, needing more of his touch.

“More,” she said, and she could feel him chuckle against her skin.

Two fingers settled onto her slit, pressing against her clit. The world fell away as Max slowly started to move his hand, rubbing against her pussy. Pleasure radiated throughout her body as he continued to suck on her nipples while he played with her clit, and the dizzying sensation of being overcome with lust started to take over.

Max didn’t let up, using his tongue and fingers to push her toward crossing that line looming somewhere over the horizon. Riley was little more than a quivering mess under his touch, an unfathomable tension building in her body.

The cotton of her panties added another layer of friction as Max’s deft fingers coaxed her toward the brink. Sweat broke out on her lower back as she let herself get swept up in the moment, everything falling away except her and him.

A strangled cry tore out of her mouth when she gave in, couldn’t take it anymore, release flowing over. Crumpling, Riley held on to Max so as not to fall. She looked down to see him looking very pleased with himself as he kissed the tops of her breasts

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but grin herself, catching her breath as her pulse pounded in her temples.

“Take me to bed,” she said, resting her hands on Max’s shoulders.

“You don’t have to tell me that twice,” he replied, scooping her up into his arms in one swift move.

The floor creaked beneath his steps as he carried her to his bedroom, shouldering the door open. His bed looked inviting in the dark, like a silent promise of things to come. Max placed her down on the cool covers. Sitting on the edge next to her, he started to undress, which Riley watched in fascination while also tugging off her own clothes.

Broad shoulders glistened in the light peeking in through the open door, collarbones flowing into a carved chest and six-pack abs. Somehow Max managed to look even hotter than she had envisioned, with his muscles bunching and rippling with his every move.

With animalistic self-assurance, Max threw off his clothes, until he was standing next to the bed without a stitch on. Equally naked, Riley stretched out on the bed, enjoying the way his gaze was locked onto her body.

With what looked like considerable effort, Max tore his eyes away to rummage around in the bedroom drawers.

“Looking for something?” she arched a brow at him.

“I wasn’t exactly prepared for this outcome,” he admitted.

“Check the pockets of my skirt,” Riley said, laughing at the surprised look on his face. “I thought I’d come prepared,” she added with a shrug, when Max did as he was told and emerged with a condom in his hand.

She watched him tear the packet open and sheathe himself, his hand curling around his thick, long cock. Riley couldn’t help but gulp. It had been a while since she had been in bed with a man instead of her laptop or stack of paperwork, and none of her previous lovers had been quite as well-endowed.

Max crawled into bed, snuggling up behind her, his lips warm against the back of her neck. Turning to her side, she shivered when he traced the outline of her figure with his fingers, from her hip to her ribs to her shoulder.

All the while his hard cock was pressed against the arch of her back, inspiring thoughts of what it might feel like inside her. When Max reached down to lift one of her thighs, she let him position her however he wanted, her breathing growing rapid and shallow.

Pulling her up against him, Max guided his cock to her pussy, resting the tip against her wet opening. Lying on her side, with one of her legs resting on his hip, Riley took in a deep breath as he pushed his way inside her.

He went slow, inch by inch, pulling back before letting her take more of him, letting her get used to his size. Feeling herself stretch thin around him, Riley grabbed onto the sheets, twisting the fabric in her palms as Max rocked against her, a hint of pain mingling with the pleasure taking over her brain.

She gasped when he finally buried himself fully in her pussy, moaning in her ear as he did. The sound of him enjoying himself sent a ripple of wicked delight through her, a sense of pride in the need she made him feel.

With one of his hands digging into her hip, Max slid the other under her so he could play with her nipples. Arching herself against him, Riley began to jerk her hips in tune with the slow, teasing rhythm with which Max sank into her, stroking the walls of her pussy.

“I love the way you feel,” Max whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Oh, god,” was all that she could say in response as his thrusts grew more forceful.

Thrusting up, he angled his body so that his cock would hit just the right spot inside her with every stroke, his hand on her hip pushing and pulling her in tune with him driving himself into her.

Riley’s body was in his control, and she loved every second of it. She arched her back and lifted her thigh higher, letting him impale her on his cock. Their choked moans filled the room as their bodies slammed together, with Riley’s muscles loosening as a delicious warmth started to spread all through her.

Pinching her nipples and biting at her neck, Max was driving her insane, until she was little more than a writhing, sweaty mess on his bed, desperate to have all of him to herself. Her pussy clenched around his cock as he pounded into her, something in her core unraveling.

Max found a rhythm that made her moan out loud with every thrust and kept it steady, expertly building up the pressure in her gut. With all sane thought gone from her mind, all Riley could do was call out his name as ecstasy bubbled up beneath her skin.

Measured yet relentless, his strokes pushed her toward the point of no return, until she could see stars behind her closed lids. A tight ball of sensation snapped somewhere inside her, the explosion only intensified by the way Max continued to bury himself inside her.

Riley’s second orgasm rushed over her, the pleasure and relief even stronger than the first time. She might have called out Max’s name again, or she might have not, she wasn’t even sure anymore as she rode out the bliss rippling through her.

In that moment, her mind was empty of any and all doubts, and all she could think about was how good she and Max made each other feel. It was a sense of clarity she would come to miss in the following days.