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I was grateful for him easing me into it. It felt almost intimate.
“Ready?” Max brought my attention fully back to him. His voice had a slight edge as though he couldn’t restrain himself any longer.
“Yes.” He was no longer gentle when he shoved his cock into my mouth this time. Instead he started pumping in and out with furious strokes. His cadence of deep, deep, shallow, shallow showed he was no novice at being deep-throated. He was teaching me the rhythm, and I was all too eager to be a star pupil.
“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good.”
He was getting close. I could tell by the way his hips started to move erratically. What I hadn’t counted on, however, was the vibrating wand he’d activated in his left hand and which he was now pressing against my clit.
Oh, God. The vibration was almost too much for my oversensitive pussy. But he didn’t let up, and soon I was shaking as much as he was. When I climaxed, I clamped down, sucking hard, and a primal growl ripped from his lungs. Long spurts of hot salty liquid hit the back of my throat. Some dripped out of my mouth, but I didn’t care. There was no room for modesty here.
I swallowed what I could before issuing the challenge. “Kiss me.” He didn’t disappoint, dropping the wand and taking my lips, not caring about the taste of himself on my tongue.
He kissed me down my throat, then up to my ear. “The audience normally likes something other than missionary for sex positions.”
“I’m not performing for them. Only you.” Yes, the couple outside the window turned me on; yes, I loved the idea I was being watched. But ultimately, I realized, without Max, none of this would live up to my fantasy. He was the element that made it so incredible.
He leaned back, searching my eyes. “You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’m determined to make this bed a sex bed with you.”
His chest rumbled, and he flashed a goofy grin. The type which had my heart tumbling. But I didn’t have time to dwell on the kernel of fear taking hold. The one which told me that come tomorrow when this thing between us was over, I wouldn’t be all right.
He freed the restraints, rubbing my wrists to return circulation into my hands before kissing each one with incredible care.
After the condom was on, he spread my knees apart. “This is only for us?”
I nodded, not taking my eyes off of him. “Only for us.”
He pushed forward, entering me on one stroke. The sensation of the plug in my backside coupled with him filling me was incredible.
“One day I’ll have your ass while I work a dildo into your pussy.”
There he went again, making future plans. My mind knew it was pillow talk, yet against my better judgment, hope grew that this would not be our last time together. “I can’t wait,” I murmured, feeling him pull out before pushing back in.
He started moving faster now, pumping in and out, the sound of my wetness filling the room. My body, which I’d thought was down for the count after three orgasms, decided it needed more.
My legs started shaking. With the feeling returned to my hands, they grasped for his body. I needed more. I needed his lips. I pulled his neck down so he had to alter his rhythm, but I didn’t care. I was starved for his kiss. For the intimacy. He seemed to need it too judging by the command.
“Eyes open and on me.”
It was almost too much. The way he could stare into my soul and completely own my body. I shattered around him, attempting to cry out, only to swallow his moan when he took my lips. He slowed his pace, letting me down gently from my consuming orgasm.
“Did you?”
He shook his head. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.”
Holy shit. If I didn’t survive tonight, it would be totally worth it.
Chapter Nineteen
Max
After Oakley rode me on the chair, then I fucked her doggy-style, and next I played with her plug, I finally came hard and deep inside of her. I smiled when she collapsed on the bed. Orgasm number seven took her down for the count.
She’d been so damn responsive. Her ex-lovers didn’t realize what a gift they’d been given in a woman so open to exploration while still so innocent. And the fact she wasn’t performing but instead had been fully present with me—it was something I’d never experienced in any of these rooms.
Although she’d been turned on about the people watching, she’d still managed to make this experience about us. About what we both wanted instead of what was for the audience.
