Chapter Thirty Sarah #2
Grunting, Maksim started staggering towards the waiting SUV as he tugged me along behind him. Oleg must’ve had GPS on Maksim’s phone because he was standing outside the SUV when we lumbered up. At the sight of our disheveled selves, he quickly opened the back door.
We collapsed inside in a tangle of arms and legs. Once our bodies adjusted on the bench seat, Maksim crashed his mouth against mine, thrusting his warm, wet tongue in my mouth. He tasted like the strawberries and champagne we’d had earlier.
As our tongues intertwined, I moaned into his mouth. With one hand cupping my ass, his other went to my breast, slipping through the satin of my bodice to cup my naked skin.
While I hated to do it, I wasn’t going to have our first time in the back of an SUV with his bodyguard practically on top of us.
So I jerked my mouth away from Maksim’s.
Our gazes locked, and I’m sure mine mirrored his lust-filled one.
It took me a full minute to find my voice.
Even Maksim’s broad chest rose and fell from our erotic make out session.
“I’m not doing this here,” I panted.
“Why not?” Maksim questioned as his hand continued kneading my breast.
“Do I really have to list the reasons why?”
A wicked look flashed in his eyes. “Are we t-talking about no fucking or no foreplay?
“While fucking is off the table, I won’t say no to foreplay.”
“I’m g-glad to hear it.”
As his thumb flicked over my pebbled nipple, Maksim’s other hand snaked up the hem of my dress to find my already soaked center. When one finger slid inside my thong, I involuntarily thrust my hips up.
“You are fucking drenched for me.”
“Yes,” I panted.
The rough pad of Maksim’s pointer and middle finger slid over my clit. Over and over, he swirled his fingers, speeding up the pace to where I was moaning and panting with pleasure.
“I bet I could make you come without even a finger in your dripping cunt.”
“Do it,” I challenged.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied.
His fingers furiously rubbed and pinched my clit. As I built to an orgasm, I threw my hand out and braced myself on the doorframe. Just as I threw my head back to scream, Maksim’s hand came over my mouth.
“As much as I want to hear you, your pleasure is for my ears only,” he growled.
Nodding my head, I thrust my hips up and screamed his name into his skin. Once my walls finished convulsing, I leaned my head against his shoulder. “That was so good,” I murmured.
“Could we revisit that whole fucking vs foreplay t-thing?”
“Hmm, how much do you want me?”
“So fucking bad.”
“Show me,” I commanded, nodding to the bulge in his pants.
The mood shifted in the car. “Are you ordering me t-to touch myself?”
“I sure am, Big Guy.”
Maksim’s hand came to my throat. “I’m the one who g-gives the orders.”
“Not if you want to come now.”
A growl rumbled through him as we stared each other down. Just when I thought he wouldn’t relent, he said, “Fine.”
Maksim’s fingers quickly worked the button and zipper on his dress pants. Raising his hips, he eased down his pants and boxers to his mid thighs, exposing his massive erection to me.
“Stroke it,” I ordered.
“I need a little help.”
With a shake of my head, I countered, “This is all you, remember?”
Cocking his brows, he said, “I need lube to make it good.”
When I caught his meaning, I leaned over his lap before spitting onto the head of his cock. As my saliva slid down his length, Maksim gripped his hardness before he began to slide his palm up and down.
“How does it feel?” I asked as I watched his movements.
“Like shit b-because it’s not your hand or your mouth.”
“I would disagree considering the way your cock is leaking and your breathing is hard.”
Maksim grunted as he tugged his fist up his shaft. His eyes remained locked on mine. With a teasing smile, I asked, “Would you like me to suck you off?”
A strangled noise came from the back of his throat. “I do,” he replied, hoarsely.”
“Then beg me.”
The pure fire that burned in Maksim’s eyes sent a lightning bolt straight to my core, and I shuddered. I wasn’t just poking the bear–I was beating the hell out of him.
“I never beg.”
Shrugging, I replied, “Then I won’t suck.”
He growled. “I should t-take you over my lap and spank you right now.”
“We’re not in a scene, sir. I can do whatever I want.”
“Such as?”
“I’d love to show you, but I need you to say please.”
“Please.”
“Louder,” I commanded.
“Please suck me off.”
“Your tone could use some work,” I teased.
At the flash of dark lust in his eyes, I quickly eased off the seat to kneel before him. I knocked his knees further apart before wedging myself between them. Sliding my hands down his chest, my fingers came to rest on the waistband of his pants.
With my hand, I stroked him hard and tight for a few minutes before bringing him back to my mouth. As I bobbed up and down at a frenzied pace, Maksim’s groans and curses echoed through the car. “So fucking g-good, baby. I love your mouth.”
Changing up the position, I brought my fingers to his base.
Twisting my hand back and forth like I was spinning a bottle, I alternated between tonguing and hard suctioning the very tip.
Saliva that fell from my lips slid down his length, allowing my fingers to give him an even smoother swirl of my hand as I pumped him up and down.
Tilting my head at him, I asked, “Do you know how wet this is making me?”
“Show me.”
I slid my free hand under my dress and into my thong. After stroking myself, I brought my fingers up to show him. Maksim bent over to suck my fingers into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
“You too,” I murmured. I then took him back into my mouth, grazing him lightly with my teeth. He must’ve been patient long enough because he brought both his hands to my head and started fucking my mouth. It wasn’t long before he began tensing up.
“Oh fuck,” Maksim grunted as he began to come in a warm, salty rush into my mouth.
I kept sucking him down until he was finished coming. After letting him fall free of my mouth, Maksim quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “To be continued when we get to your apartment.”
I grinned. “To be continued.”