Chapter 23 Hollie
HOLLIE
Maxim doesn’t hesitate. Before I can take my next breath, he tears off my silken shorts and discards them off the bed somewhere. Then he drops to his knees in front of me, drags me by the calf to the edge of the bed and buries his face between my thighs.
It’s so sudden that there’s no time for me to prepare for the kiss of his mouth against the outer lips of my pussy.
One of his arms loops under my thigh and around to my hip while the other rests beneath me.
His fingers slide through my pussy, part my outer lips and then his hot, soft tongue presses flat against me.
The shock of pleasure makes me jolt on the bed, and my abdominal muscles contract as pleasure diverts south, beading at my core.
Maxim moans as his tongue weaves back and forth through my folds like I’m the most divine thing he’s ever tasted.
There are no thoughts in my mind, only heated desire as ecstasy dances over my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps up my arms and down my legs.
I toss my head back and forth, writhing under Maxim’s talented tongue that repeatedly switches from soft and flat to firm and pointed.
I grasp the sheets beneath me, whimpering and pressing my head back onto the mattress while rolling my hips up into his mouth.
He kisses me, his lips seal lightly over my clit and he sucks, sending a sharp ripple of pleasure through me.
I’m burning up. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. His fingers enter me swiftly, slicked in my own juices and the slight ache from the sudden stretch of his thick digits vanishes the moment he curls them and touches a spot hidden deep inside me.
“Maxim!” I jerk one hand down and grab his hair as my orgasm erupts through me. I sink into darkness, screwing up my eyes and moaning deeply while shocks of pleasure twitch every nerve in my core and limbs, and Maxim continues to lap at my pussy like he never intends to stop.
My breath catches in my throat, my overheated skin drags against the soft sheets, and they stick to my back as I writhe back and forth.
My thighs close around Maxim’s head, but that only seems to encourage him because he keeps going.
The intense attention of his tongue against me, his fingers inside me, and his suctioning technique continue even as I tip over the edge into over-sensitiveness.
But there’s no pain. Maxim’s tongue becomes flatter and softer as he eats me out, occasionally shoving himself deeper between my thighs as if he’s not close enough for his own desires.
He wrings a second orgasm out of me before I’ve even caught my breath from the first.
When he pulls away, I’m left boneless and panting on the bed with my mouth open as I gasp in deep lungfuls of air.
My heart pounds fiercely and my pussy throbs in time to the frantic beats.
I’m too hot and yet I miss Maxim’s warmth like a craving.
He stands over me, this gigantic man with long curves of muscle that dwarf me in every sense of the word.
Watching him remove his shirt makes my mouth water, and even in the low light, every beautiful detail of his full-body tattoo is easy for me to follow.
He drops his jeans, and then his boxers.
Propping up on one elbow, I gaze between his legs and if my mouth weren’t already open then it would be now. I barely saw him in the club when we fucked all those months ago. It was a drunken, frantic mess but the ache I had the following day is something I’ll never forget.
Now I see why.
His cock juts proudly out between his legs, dripping with need and my heart skips a beat.
Did he get that hard just from eating me out?
Did I taste that good, or does he just really enjoy being between a woman’s legs?
Maxim takes himself in hand and strokes from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the swollen, dark crown.
As fluid swells at the tip of his cock, something pulls me forward and before I can stop myself, my lips are around that crown and I suck down the beading drops of pre-cum escaping him.
A surprised moan of desire rumbles through Maxim and a very gentle hand caresses the side of my head as I suck just on the end of his cock. The earthy, salty taste washes over my tongue but I’m far too focused on the weight in my mouth and the throbbing of my body.
I want him.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
But just as I shift to take more of his cock into my mouth, Maxim pulls away and an unexpected whine of disappointment escapes my throat.
“Don’t fret,” Maxim says, his voice low and deep. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Our eyes meet. His are as dark as the night sky and red dashes over his cheekbones.
He grasps my shoulders, flips me onto my back, and drags me to the edge of the bed so my head hangs over the edge.
It’s unbelievably thrilling to be manhandled like I weigh nothing, and excitement bursts through my chest. Face to face with his cock, my mouth obediently falls open and I take a deep breath, then Maxim slides his cock home in my throat.
It’s impossible not to choke at the stretch in my throat when he pushes past the back of my tongue, but any faint doubts in my mind turn to pride when the softest, neediest moan of pleasure reaches my ears from Maxim.
I did that.
I made him make that sound.
My eyes flutter close and I focus on the heat coursing through my body, the heady taste of Maxim on my tongue and the stretch of his thick cock each time he thrusts into my throat.
He’s gentle at first. A few languid thrusts to let me get used to the feeling.
I curl one hand into the sheets for balance while my hips thrust with a jealous ache.
I want to feel him deep inside me, to feel that stretch and ache as he fucks me with the same desperation I recall from the bar.
Suddenly, fabric tearing reaches my ears and both of Maxim’s hands land on my now bare breasts.
He squeezes and massages, tweaks and pulls my nipples, caresses my ribcage and then takes one of my hands in his.
As our fingers lace together, his thrusts into my throat lose all finesse and melt into a desperate chase of pleasure.
Fast, sharp thrusts that rob me of my ability to breathe regularly.
Each time I choke, Maxim moans and it takes every ounce of my determination to keep myself focused on sucking when I can.
He grips my hand tight and teases my nipples with his other, then Maxim buries himself so deep in my throat that his thighs brush my cheeks.
His free hand skims over my neck, and a strange, guttural sound escapes him as if he can’t believe what he’s feeling, then he removes himself in a hot rush.
I’m gasping and coughing as he hauls me upward once more, so disoriented from the rush of cool air in my lungs that I don’t realize I’m in his lap until his cock impales me to the core and a strangled, desperate moan wretches out of me.
I claw at his shoulders as his cock spears me open, burying so deep inside me that he can surely feel how fast my heart is beating with the tip of his cock.
“I want to look at you,” he says gruffly, cupping my face with his warm hand and catching my gaze. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
I’m speechless, reduced to moans and gasps as he does just that.
He keeps one hand on my face and the other around my waist while he rests on his knees and fucks me with such power that everything is a blur.
The furious pounding of his hips, the drag and stroke of his length inside me, the hot pleasure coiling in my core with every thrust, the whimpers and moans literally fucked out of me with every bounce on his cock; I’m at his mercy and drinking up every delicious second of it.
He fucks me like everything about me drives him crazy, keeps me close like he can’t bare an inch between us, and kisses me like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.
No one in my life has fucked me like this before.
I come on his cock with a scream that mingles between our kisses and Maxim’s own moans as he finds his end inside me with a sudden hot rush.
I’m trembling, only able to focus on breathing as every muscle tightens, and for a long moment, I’m suspended on his cock with my pussy rhythmically pulsing and clamping down.
It’s the most intense orgasm of my life.
And it doesn’t end there.
Maxim gets me some water but can’t keep his hands off me while I drink.
He brings me to another orgasm with just his fingers and intense eye contact that makes me feel incredibly exposed, but it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.
While I’m twitching and quivering from the pleasure afterward, he gathers me in his arms and slides his cock between my thighs, using my own juices as lubrication.
He fucks between my thighs until he’s close, then I wrestle out of his arms and finish him with my mouth.
We fuck until the sun peeks over the horizon and the room turns pink from early light, falling asleep tangled in one another’s arms. I don’t even realize I’m asleep until a call comes through on my phone and I’m dragged from groggy, sex-filled dreams.
I’m lying on Maxim’s broad chest, my head tucked under his chin, and both his thick arms around me, even in sleep. He’s so warm that opening my eyes feels impossible, but my phone doesn’t stop ringing.
Groaning, I lean toward the bedside table and blindly seek it out. Maxim’s arms tighten around my waist, keeping me against him while I stretch until my fingertips brush the cold, vibrating device.
“Hello?” I croak, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Miss Wolfe?”
I finally open my eyes, squinting as I try to place the voice. “Mhm?”
“It’s Mr. Havershire.”
“Oh!” I straighten up, placing a hand on Maxim’s broad chest.
He’s awake now, watching me with half-lidded eyes and a light smirk across his lips.
“Is now a good time?” Mr. Havershire asks. “I’m eager for a demonstration of your skills. I know how well you play, but I’d like to hear you play the songs I’ve requested so I can best decide when to pop the question.”
My entire lower body throbs. I’m sticky and sore and the thought of going anywhere right now is too daunting. “Does that need to happen today?”
“Your manager said today would be perfect.”
“Today—” My hand flies over my mouth as Maxim suddenly rolls us over until he’s on top. His face buries into my neck on the opposite side of my phone and he rolls his hips down against me, showing off his already hard cock. “I–I’m not sure I can make it today!”
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes!” I gasp as Maxim’s teeth graze down my throat and his hot cock slides perfectly between my thighs. “I’m just—” His rough palm grazes up my side to my ribs, then grasps my breast and squeezes. Lust surges through me and settles hot in my core. “I’m sick, I’ll call you back!”
I barely have time to end the call before Maxim’s lips are locked onto mine and the thick ridge of his cock presses against my aching pussy.
“No work today,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You’ll need to pay me what I miss,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as his cock continues to tease against me.
“I’ll pay you whatever you need,” he murmurs, sucking lightly on my lower lip. “Just, no work.”
“Mmm, okay, but I really need to shower.”
“I’ll help.”
Maxim is true to his word. He does help me shower later, but all my efforts to get clean are erased the moment he fucks me over the counter while mourning the ruins of last night's dinner.