Ten
Amber
I knew I was screwed when we all made our way upstairs. It was after one in the morning and Martin had just shown the last guest to their room. My father had fallen asleep in his study, something he did regularly with my mother looking down on him. Mia and I covered him with a blanket whilst Max and Luca started to check for any unwanted guests that may have passed out in the garden. The place was still a mess but I had arranged for the hired contractors to return at noon the following day for the big tidy-up.
Luca turned out to be the perfect gentleman as he and Max helped a trashed Mia up the stairs to her room.
They placed her on the bed and I took off her shoes and then pulled the duvet over her fully clothed body. She even looked perfect passed out.
I then showed both Luca and Max to their rooms.
As Luca said goodnight, he closed his door and Max and I remained in the corridor. It was deathly quiet. You could hear a pin drop.
“So, I’ll say goodnight then,” Max whispered.
My heart was beating so hard against my chest that I thought it was going to burst out. The chemistry between us was fierce. During the last hour, I hadn’t missed the sneaky looks he had given me. Each one had stoked that fire inside. The one that had continued to burn since our kiss.
“Yes, goodnight, Max and thank you. I enjoyed tonight,” I admitted with a smile. The dim light in the corridor flickered over his strong, square jaw.
“Ditto. So, you’re at the end of the hall?” he said with a flick of his head towards the double doors which led to my suite.
I nodded .
“Sleep well, then,” he added, his lips brushing my forehead. Max’s mouth was so soft and a fizz ran through me.
There was no denying it, neither of us wanted to move away but I forced my feet to move. We had both been drinking heavily and I wasn’t in total control of my inhibitions. Common sense was still lingering through that alcohol fog in my brain.
“Night.”
“Night.”
I moved away. It was hard but I did it. I put one foot in front of the other, got to my bedroom, opened the door, and slipped inside.
I should have felt relieved that I had been so strong. I didn’t, I felt alone and frustrated.
The lamps were on in my room, bathing my bed in a soft glow of orange. I pushed my back against the door and wrapped my hands around my body, eying that large space of my mattress.
As I stared at my bed, a switch was flicked and I knew I didn’t want the night to end there. That desire to be reckless crashed into my pelvis like a storm.
Turning to my door, I wrapped my hand around the nob and yanked it open.
And there was Max.
He stood poised at my door, in mid-knock. His eyes dropped to mine.
And then…
Max moved so fast that I was surprised he didn’t knock me over. He strode forward, his hands sinking under my arms and he lifted me against his body, kicking the door shut behind him.
His mouth crashed down on mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I lit up like one of those fireworks. There was no other way to describe it as lust spread between my thighs. Max drove his tongue deep into my mouth and I gasped in pleasure .
Noses bumped, teeth clashed, and chins met as we consumed each other. It blew that first kiss out of the water.
“You’re so hot,” Max said against my lips, raising his head to look into my eyes, I felt almost drugged by his forthright actions. He didn’t ask, he took.
We continued to move into my room and we fell backwards onto my bed, Max came down on top of me, kissing me again forcefully, almost like he was out of control and I loved it.
He pushed himself up and off me, so he was kneeling between my legs, shaking himself out of his jacket, the tie having been removed downstairs.
I arched my back and pushed up on my elbows towards him, then helped to tug his shirt out of his dress pants. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I panted.
“Ditto,” he replied.
As he peeled his shirt from his body, his chest was revealed and I ran my fingertips down that flawlessly crafted place. His pecs stood out and were pronounced and covered in tattoos, and his defined abs were formed between a perfect vee that ran into his trousers.
We were both breathing heavily and he took my hands and placed them on his warm, tanned torso, his eyes closing from pleasure as I touched him there again.
I could see his cock was as hard as a rock, pressing against his dress pants.
Still wearing my gown and half sprawled on my large four-poster, I fumbled for the button at the back of my neck to release the clasp.
Max pushed off my bed to his feet.
“Stand up,” he said in a heavy commanding voice and it sent a thrill directly between my thighs. I did as he instructed, slowly pushing off the bed, my eyes glued on his. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew it would be X-rated. Max was a man who was highly sexed and dominated the bedroom in every way possible. The sub in me purred.
Max stood there like a gladiator, bare-chested, the glow from the light making his skin glisten .
“Do you want me to fuck you, Amber?”
“Yes,” I panted.
“Are you sure? Once we start this, there will be no stopping,” he warned, helping me stand and bringing me before him, his hands dropping to my hips.
I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Max at that moment. Not even him.
“Yes, I want this. I want you.”
His hands dug into my hips so hard I knew he’d leave bruises. And then he took complete control which catapulted my arousal tenfold.
“Turn around,” Max growled in a husky voice and I immediately obeyed. “I need to see you. Place your hands here.”
Max tapped the wood of one of the columns of my four-poster bed which I was now facing, his front against my back.
Lifting my hands, I wrapped them around the post, arching my body slightly as I felt the junction of Max’s thighs against my bottom. His fingers dug into my backside, kneading the area.
I flinched slightly as Max then moved his hands down the length of my back, tracing my spine with his fingertips. Gasping with excitement, my legs wobbled as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking the exposed length there.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he husked as his hands went to the clip that held my dress in place at my neck. As he flicked it, the front dropped to my waist and I inhaled as I felt the air on my exposed breasts. Max then peeled the rest of the gown slowly down my body, revealing my black lace thong. My fingers gripped the bedpost as I felt him lower himself, his face close to my underwear as he continued to tug the material from my body.
Max tapped the back of one calf muscle, the instruction clear and I stepped out of my clothing. The blue silk was then whisked away.
As he straightened, Max slid his hands up my legs and thighs until they rested against my hips again .
I turned my head to the side, our eyes connecting. His expression was hooded but I could see how aroused he was.
A beat passed and then my body jack-knifed as Max brought his palm down against my backside, tapping the flesh there. My mouth opened and I panted, half in shock, half in pleasure. Fuck me, Max Hunter had just spanked me, it was surreal but so very tasty.
I turned my head back to the bedpost and pushed my bottom out further, a clear invitation that I wanted more.
“You like that? I knew you would,” Max whispered against the cuff of my ear from his position behind me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he leaned in.
I flinched as he repeated the motion, this time harder, a sexual punishment. His strong hand hit the skin of my backside. It stung, but even as I cried out, more heat flooded my sex. I was dripping wet. I felt his fingers trace one of the scars at the bottom of my back, which forced me to swallow but fortunately, he didn’t linger.
After several more smacks of his hand, Max spun me around, his face dark with desire and he cupped my face and lowered his mouth to mine.
He angled my head so he could deepen the kiss, my breasts flattened against his rock-hard chest. As he drank from my mouth, the sexual growls he made almost caused me to climax. I was so ready for more, I needed more. It felt like my life depended on it. Heat blazed through me.
After I moaned into his mouth, Max drew back and looked down at my body. Taking in every curve, want clear in his heavy stare. I opened my legs slightly as his gaze fell upon my neatly waxed pussy which was visible through my underwear.
“A natural redhead then,” he purred in a sexy voice and I smiled.
His mouth opened and he then raised his eyes. My nipples were hard and Max dropped his hands and he palmed them, testing their weight, his thumbs skimmed over the flesh there and I bucked towards him. There was no doubt in my mind that Max Hunter owned every part of my body.
“You are so perfect,” he whispered as he worshipped my breasts.
My hands threaded into his hair as he took one of my nipples in his mouth; sucking, licking and slightly nipping the area with his teeth before moving to the other. I was already so close and knew we needed to move fast.
“I need you inside me, now Max,” I panted and he drew back.
I could see that primitive side of him roar in his expression. “Patience,” Max husked and I felt a flash of uncertainty.
I stood there in my tiny black lace thong and watched as Max slowly removed his trousers, sliding them down his strong thighs which were thickly corded with muscle and fine dark hair. It was almost like a strip tease and it turned me the hell on.
Once he was free of his trousers, he removed his black silk boxer briefs and stood before me naked. His upper torso, shoulders and arms were covered in tattoos giving off a dangerous vibe.
His hard cock looked almost angry; it was thick, veined and long and stood upwards towards his belly button. I watched as he took the shaft in his hand and stroked himself once, the glitter of pre-cum on the end making my mouth water.
Max stepped towards me, releasing himself, his hands going to my underwear and peeling that tiny scrap of lace down my thighs.
His head came level with my sex and I shivered as I felt one hand push between the folds between my legs.
“You are so fucking wet for me,” Max said, coming to his feet again but the hand that stroked me remained. I parted my legs further, almost standing on tiptoes as he found my clit. My entire body hummed with pleasure.
The intenseness of that feeling as it continued to climb higher, forced me to place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself .
Max then kissed me again and slid one thick finger inside me whilst his thumb pressed down on that swollen bundle of nerves. As he moved his fingers, a zap of excitement shot through my body. And I was undone, my body jerking as I cried out, flooding his hand.
“Fuck me, you’re soaking my fingers. So beautiful.”
The orgasm shook my body, “Yes, please yes,” I screamed, raising a fist to my mouth to try and smoother the sound. I was falling apart and we were only at the foreplay stage.
As my body continued to spasm as I came down from my high, Max smiled at me, it was sexy and so knowing.
“You cum so prettily,” he whispered against my lips. Max then grabbed one of my hands and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. He was so big and proud and I loved feeling him against my palm. I felt so bold and desirable as I started to stroke him, revelling in the grunt of pleasure this caused.
I squeezed him gently and he groaned, placing his forehead against mine. He was tall, dark, and dominant. The naked heat of him pulsed against my palm.
“Stop. On the bed, now,” he commanded, his voice deep and throaty as he wrapped his fingers around my own, stopping me from playing with his cock. Max pushed me gently back onto the bed, his eyes feasting on my naked body. His lids were half closed as he looked over me with sultry eyes. It caused a tingle to flutter across my skin, that expression searing into me.
As Max moved onto the mattress, I shuffled further up the bed so my head was level with the cushions. Max placed both hands on either side of my legs and walked himself up my body, his mouth skimming past the soft red curls hiding my sex.
“Your pussy is so sweet, exactly how I’d imagined it would be,” he mouthed.
I gasped as he ran his tongue up past my public bone, dipping into my navel before running up between the valley of my breasts and then kissing each nipple in turn .
His strong biceps flexed with his weight and I felt the hard length of his cock skim against my thigh as he started to position himself. I wanted him fast and hard.
A thought suddenly occurred to me, protection .
“Wait, in my drawer, there,” I panted, motioning to my bedside table. Max nodded in understanding and pushed off one hand, pulling the drawer open and retrieving a condom from a box I stored there.
“Thank fuck they’re not Trojan,” Max said with a lopsided smile and I mirrored it with a giggle.
As he moved back towards me, he nudged between my legs with his knees, tearing the foil packet open with his teeth and then rolling the condom onto his large length. Thank goodness it fit, he was insanely big and I couldn’t wait for him to fill me.
Max shuffled forward and then pushed one of my legs even wider as he started to find my entrance.
“We’ll take this one slow to start, you’re so tiny, I don’t want to hurt you. Not yet anyway,” Max whispered wickedly with a sexy quirk of one eyebrow.
Those words turned me on even more and added to the journey my second climax was thundering along on.
The veins in his forearms flexed as he held himself rigid and I closed my eyes as one of his hands went around my neck. He squeezed slightly, but not enough to hurt.
“Open your eyes, Amber. I want to see you when I take you.”
I did, and Max pushed slowly inside me. It felt amazing but I had to lift my hips slightly to accommodate his size. It was a sweet, hot joining so wrong but so right.
Max’s eyes closed briefly as he took in the sensation as the walls of my insides gripped his dick and then slowly started to stretch. My entire frame shook as the reaction rippled through me .
He then opened his eyes, staring down at me, passion blazing so hard it could have burnt my skin and then he drove home. Thrusting himself inside my pussy, the force of his action caused the bed to bang against the wall.
“You’re so tight,” Max husked, his breath laboured and then he kissed me, drew himself out and drove back into me again. The second time was harder and there was a slight pain but God, I enjoyed it. It was wild and I wanted him to brand me forever.
And then, Max Hunter fucked me.
The tempo he created was hot, almost aggressive at times but when he picked up the pace, I was with him every step or should I say thrust of the way. I wrapped my legs around him at one point, the friction of our bodies off the fucking chart. My hips tilted to accept every movement as he penetrated deep.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as another surge of pleasurable pain hit me and Max grabbed the guilty hand by the wrist and held it above my head. My free one, gripped onto one of his strong, firm buttocks, holding him against me.
“I want you to come against my cock, do you hear me, Amber. Holding nothing back,” Max panted, his breath jerky and short.
He continued to whisper as he fucked but I was too far gone to make sense of the words. They were dark and dirty and I loved it.
He was like a beast and pounded into me like an animal and I milked his cock in return, shuddering as he anchored me against him over and over. Waves of ecstasy crashed into me as the friction of his cock rubbed against my sex. I didn’t even need to touch myself, his size brushed perfectly against that sensitive nub.
Max pushed me toward my second climax and then soon went off the edge with me, his cock pulsing within me. Holding his body stiff as he orgasmed, his cum flooding the inside of the condom as we came in unison.
Max’s heavy body lowered over mine but I could feel he kept some of his weight on his arms .
I opened my eyes, thoroughly spent to see Max staring down at me. There was a slight smile on his face, almost caring. He then placed his mouth against mine and tenderly kissed my lips. It was slow, long, and sweet and I felt a stirring in other places, close to my heart.
I kissed him back, feeling sated but strange as Max pushed off me and lowered himself onto his back beside me on the bed.
My body was warm and wet and still coming down from the place Max Hunter had taken me. It had been reckless and probably wrong but I didn’t care.
We both lay beside each other in the silence, the smell of sex in the air. My head felt scrambled as tiredness kicked in.
The last thing I remembered as that deep slumber started to take over, was Max’s strong arms, pulling me into his side. One of his strong thighs pushed into the backs of mine as he spooned me. It was the first time I had been spooned and it felt sweet and special.
And then we slept.