6. Max
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max
“Hey.” I grinned at the man at my door.
“Hey.” He leaned in and kissed me while slowly moving me into my place. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I heard him shut and lock my front door, not that I was paying attention. Not when his hands moved through my waves and down my back, pressing my chest against his. I loved kissing him. Every kiss was better than the last. Not that we had done much more than kiss and him go down on me. Not that I was complaining.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered. His sweet words made me press my body closer to his, and with the way his eyes softened, I knew he hadn’t missed it. I loved how easily he shared how he felt about me.
“You just saw me a couple of hours ago,” I whispered back.
For the last two weeks, we had been living in this weird little happy bubble. One I thought only existed in cutesy movie montages. I had been on cloud nine. Somehow, despite working nights, we made time to hang out. He came by as soon as I was off shift, kissing the hell out of me before forcing me to sleep.
By the second day of us being a thing, I shared I had work to do on my side business after I got some sleep. If I was honest, I’d worried he wouldn’t want to come over. He would probably have a lot better things to do. He’d think it was boring when I caught up on orders and took them to the post office.
But Car was the epitome of if he wanted to, he would.
Not only did he still come over, he helped me pack orders and carry the heavy packages for me to the post office. He loved hearing about my business. How it had started and what I wanted to do. Just yesterday, he cooked us lunch, bringing over a bunch of extra groceries, while I worked on new designs for a coloring book I was working on.
“I still missed you,” he muttered, pressing one more kiss against my lips before pulling away and taking my hand in his, leading us to my bed.
“You know, I was thinking we could stay at your place,” I suggested.
Part of me loved that he liked to hang in my little studio. But another part, the cynical suspicious side, still wondered if he was hiding something. We hadn’t been to his place. He hardly spoke about his own business with his brothers.
“I have a surprise for you today.” He said, and I let him distract me from my offer. It felt like he had some kind of surprise or goodie for me on a daily basis.
“What kind of surprise?”
“You gotta sit here”—he pointed to my bed—“and close your eyes.”
“Uh-oh,” I muttered, trying not to bust out into a fit of giggles. “What did you do?”
“You trust me?”
“I do,” I answered immediately.
“Good. Now be a good girl for daddy and close your eyes.” My face felt hot as I shut my eyes and waited. I could hear him move through my place and open the front door. Be a good girl for daddy . Daddy. God, I loved when he spoke that way. It was hot. Dominating but in a sweet way.
Don’t get me wrong, before Car came into my life, the idea of calling a man or a lover daddy would have made me cringe or laugh out loud. But with him, it worked. There was something about the powerful, confident manner he carried himself. The way he had been taking care of me all without having to ask him to. The way we worked together as a team. Inside and outside of the little bit we had done sexually.
Not that I hadn’t wanted to do more, Car just hadn’t let me. Hell, he didn’t even let me touch him. He kept telling me he wanted me to be sure when we finally took that step. Because there would be no turning back. Sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting for whatever Car had up his sleeve, I smiled.
I was sure. I had never been surer of anything in my life.
I was in love with Car.
Head over heels in love with a man I had just met.
A man I hadn’t known an entire month yet, I was clueless to where he lived, but I knew in my gut that he was meant to be mine. I couldn’t believe it. Me! I was in love and had fallen easily, and without really trying. But I had a feeling it was because Car was hard not to love. It was like my body and soul knew him. Recognized him and vice versa.
My smile grew as I thought about how we met. Would our paths still have crossed if my original masseuse hadn’t had something come up? I heard him step back in and shut the door. A couple of other sounds ensued I couldn’t make out, and when he told me to open my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“A massage table?” I squeaked and chewed on my bottom lip.
“It’s been a little over two weeks since I rubbed you down.” As if I needed the reminder.
“You know, if you wanted me to take off my clothes, all you had to do was ask,” I teased, but he didn’t smile. His eyes darkened and features turned intense. Before I knew it, he kneeled before me.
“My hands have been aching,” he drawled, and I frowned. My head tilted in confusion.
“Your hands?” I took them and immediately started to rub, hoping to help relieve some of his ache. “Have you been working too much?”
That’s when it hit me.
I hadn’t really asked about his massages and clients. He was always asking about me, and I hadn’t taken the same time to learn more about him and his business. I hadn’t even asked why he left the spa at the resort. God, I was crappy at this whole relationship thing.
“Wait, if they ache, why would you want to bring the massage table here? Do you want me to massage you?”
“Shit,” he rasped, and I lost his blue gaze. Car pressed his forehead against mine. “You’re so fucking sweet. Too sweet, baby girl.”
“I’m not,” I whispered. His dark blue eyes opened and watched me for a moment. There was so much going on, but I couldn’t read him. Yet, for some reason, my heart rate started to pick up pace. Something in his stare felt like a lot like what I felt when it came to him. something so beautiful and scary I couldn’t get myself to ask what it was about. I simply sat and kept rubbing his aching hands, hoping to somehow make him feel better.
“My hands hurt because I want to touch you. Will you let me, Max?” he asked softly, and I didn’t have to think. I simply nodded. He stood and pulled me up.
“When I walked into that room,”—his voice sounded deeper, almost hoarse—“I just saw your back. I hadn’t even seen you, yet I knew. I fucking knew you were different. Special.” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying.
“Car.”
“Then you turned and spoke and stole my heart.”
“Baby—“
“You can tell me to shut up, that I’m moving too fast, because not much scares me in my life, Max, but the idea of freaking you out or scaring you away terrifies me. It keeps me up at night. Meeting you, being with you made me realize I don’t know how to go slow. How to date and play shit cool.”
“Daddy.” My hand moved to the center of his chest, and I could feel his heart thumping away crazily below his flannel shirt. “What is it? Why are you so nervous?” I asked, not sure, but that’s what it felt he was. Like he was worried about something.
“I was in the wrong room,” he blurted, and I blinked.
“What?” I didn’t move. I could hardly breathe as I tried to process what he had just said.
“I walked into the wrong room that day. I was trying to avoid someone, and there you were.”
“What?” I heard what he was saying, but he wasn’t making any sense.
“I let you have the wrong idea about me. I’m not masseuse. I’d never given a massage to anyone before that.”
“You’re not? You hadn’t?” My eyes widened and my hand clenched around the material. “But you said you started a new business.”
“I did, so to speak, but it was you who assumed it was a massage business. I just… I didn’t correct you,” he admitted.
“But you… I took off my… what?” He wasn’t making sense.
“You asked me to stay,” he groaned.
“I thought you were my masseuse!” I exclaimed.
“I know. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
“Car…”
“I got this“—he pointed at the table behind him—“to make it up to you. I’ve been looking up how to give a proper massage and?—“
“Wait…” My eyes shut, and I shook my head. I should have been scared. At the very least felt some kind of way. I had been basically naked around him. He’d had his hands all over my body and let me think he was a certified professional. But I wasn’t. I opened my eyes,, and they landed on the table.
A massage table he had gone out and bought. For me.
Massaging techniques he had been learning. For me.
“You did all this… for me?” My voice softened, and he licked his lips.
“Don’t make me sound chivalrous. It’s totally for selfish reasons. I’ve been dying to get you back on a table so my hands could explore your body again.”
“Again, all you had to do was ask,” I whispered.
“Baby, I need you to know?—“
“Shh…” I whispered, falling deeper in love.
He had lied about who he was. I still had no idea what he did or where he lived. For all I knew, he could have been homeless. But I didn’t care. I took his hands and lifted them up between us. Without taking my eyes off his, I kissed the tips of his fingers. His nose flared and the rest of his body went stiff.
“If I let you give me a massage, will you let me return the favor later?” His jaw clenched.
“Not today,” his voice rasped.
“But—“
“I told you,” he groaned. His hands left mine and cupped my face. “Not until you’re sure.” This man. This beautiful man.
“What if I am?”
“Baby—“
“Shh…” I pressed my finger to his lips. Overcome by the moment, I stepped back.
My hand dropped to my side, and I watched, completely captivated by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. I felt like he knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it. My fingers moved to the hem of my top, and I pulled it up and over my head. Piece by piece, my clothes came off. I thought about that first time meeting him. How turned on I’d been getting naked in front of the hottest man I had ever seen. Rushing home to get myself off because feeling his hands on my body had brought all sorts of sensations to life.
Then I found myself standing in front of him. Our eyes locked while I wore nothing but a pair of baby-blue panties and a soft barely-there smile on my face.
“Max, princess.” My skin broke out into goose bumps from the need in his tone. His gaze never wavered from mine.
“Touch me,” I pleaded quietly, not caring if he needed me to beg him. But daddy didn’t need that. He didn’t need me to beg. He would take care of me. His hands moved, hooking onto my hips and pulling me forward, pressing our fronts together.
“You feel that?” he rasped so low my mouth went dry, and I could have sworn my body heat went up ten degrees. His lips were an inch from mine, his breath fanning over them making me tingle from the inside out. “You feel how hard you get me, princess?”
“Yes.” I nodded. My hand ran down his front between our bodies, and I stopped when I got to my destination. I palmed his impressive length, and Car made a guttural sound. Almost like an animal ready to pounce, and I had no idea why it turned me on even more.
“Shit, princess. You don’t know what you’re doing.” My grip softened, and I almost pulled it back, but he didn’t let me.
“Did I do it wrong?” I asked, worried I’d hurt him.
“Fuck no,” he clipped. “I doubt there could be a thing you do that I wouldn’t fucking love.” That was sweet, but I still didn’t understand.
“Then…” I started to say, but his nose nuzzled against mine.
“You don’t know it, but you’re poking a bear, princess. We still need to talk.” Poking the bear. I liked that. I wanted to poke him so he could poke me.
“We can talk later,” I whispered, lifting my body slightly to press my lips against his.
A hand swept to the back of my head, and he took over. I felt myself smiling against the rough and needy way he kissed me. A smile that disappeared as our tongues lashed at one another and the kiss deepened. When I was breathless, he pulled away, and I watched as he adjusted his thick bulge.
“Get on the bed, princess.” I moved towards my bed, but he grabbed my hand and shook his head, pointing to the massage table. I looked at him a little confused. “I’m going to touch your body and make you feel so fucking good.”
“But—“ My eyes bounced to my bed and then back at him.
“Trust me,” he said, and I nodded.
Quietly, I got on the massage table and looked at him. His eyes moved up and down my body with an appreciative gaze. I smiled at him, almost preening beneath his stare while I waited for him to tell me how he wanted me.
“Lie down on your stomach. I’ll have you flip around when I’m ready.” Something in his tone made me shiver. I nodded and did as he asked.
My skin felt like it was pulled tight, and the ever-growing ache between my legs pulsed. I settled on my stomach, adjusting my body comfortably on the bed. The moment his hands touched my calves, my eyes fluttered shut. I felt like my body hummed from the top of my head to the bottom of my soles.
A soft little moan escaped from my lips as his touch became firmer. His hands glided up and down my calves, soothing my sore muscles and alleviating them with just the right pressure. He might not have been a professional masseuse, but he knew exactly how to touch my body. He stroked my legs up and down tenderly, making sure to add oil to keep my skin smooth and silky. His hands moved up to my lower back and then to my shoulders and neck. I was close to feeling like gelatin, about to close my eyes and fall asleep, when his hands moved back down to my lower back. He pulled the blanket down, then his hands worked my glutes. Squeezing and rubbing so much I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little and squirm under his touch.
“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do this to you, Max?” he rasped, and my skin turned to gooseflesh. “How much I wanted my hands to slip right down here…” I gasped, and my eyes shut. His fingers skimmed up and down the gusset of my soaked baby-blue panties. Touching me exactly where I wanted.
“Were you wet that day?” he asked, his voice scratchy.
“Yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips, trying to get him to go beneath the material, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted. What I needed.
“Thought I could smell you.” I felt him bend over, then his lips touched my back just after he breathed in my skin, but I wasn’t sure. “Fuck. I wanted to look, too, baby girl. You have no idea how badly I wanted to pull the blanket just a little off to the side to get a peek at those panties you were wearing that day and see if I could find a little wet spot.”
“There was nothing little about it.” I moaned. His thumb circled my clit, but it wasn’t enough.
“Naughty girl. Getting wet because daddy was touching you.”
“Oh god,” I moaned.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me,” he demanded hoarsely. “Open them up and show daddy what’s his. What you’ve been keeping nice and safe for him.” I spread them more and felt his breath tickle the back of my thighs. I sighed, unable to stop the way I squirmed. It was like I couldn’t get my body to stop. Car’s hand dropped and smacked my ass. The sharp sound and slight pain did it.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Be a good girl for daddy, and I promise I will make you feel so fucking good.”
“Oh god,” I moaned, unable to think of anything else to say.
I loved seeing this side of him. The way he made demands and took control. Like he couldn’t help it. The contrast of the gentle man who took care of me throughout most of the day to this man who couldn’t seem to help his need.
I wanted to watch him lose control.
The thought only amped up the moment. His big, strong hands gripped and stroked my hips over and over, working my glutes, the tips of his fingers skimming the most intimate parts of me. So lost in the moment, I couldn’t tell you if it had been five minutes or fifty of him teasing my body. Coming close to where I needed him, only to pull his hand away.
“Just like that, pretty girl,” he praised. “Look at this perfect ass. Fuck.” His tongue licked one cheek and then the other. “All I want to do is take a big juicy bite,” he gritted, and I felt liquid heat gush from between my legs. His words painted a picture in my head so clearly. I could see my butt cheek with an imprint of his teeth. Daddy’s teeth.
“Spread those thighs a little more for me,” he ordered against my ass. I did as he asked and was immediately rewarded with his talented long fingers. They pulled the ruined material to the side and ever so softly skimmed my sensitive flesh.
“Daddy,” I cried out, and he growled.
“Look how wet you are. Is this what I would have found that day if I had touched you like I wanted?” His voice sounded scratchy.
“Yes.” There was no playing it coy. He knew just how badly I wanted the massage to turn dirty.
“Stay still, princess. Let daddy touch you,” he demanded, and I tried to be good.
God, I tried. But it was impossible. My thighs were slick with need, and I could only imagine the wet spot beneath me, growing with every second that ticked by. I loved the way he touched me. The possessiveness to it. It made me feel like I was his, like I belonged to him and only him. I was in trouble and way over my head. I’d fallen in love with the man. Head over heels, stupid in love.
I got lost in the moment.
The way his hands still rubbed my body but kept moving between my folds. Back and forth, his thumb circling my swollen clit. I rubbed down on his touch, and his palm wrapped around my mound.
“Grind on my hand, princess,” he demanded roughly. My hand bumped his hard body, and then I glanced towards him, noticing just how close my hand was to his hardened length.
“Car,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
“What is it, princess?”
“Can I touch you? Please, Daddy.” I wasn’t above begging more, but he wouldn’t have wanted that from me.
“Fuck!” he cursed, and when our gazes locked, I didn’t miss the bead of sweat at his temple. “Do it.” He jerked his head, his nose flared. I wondered if he could smell my need and arousal. “I can’t say no to you. I’m fucking weak when it comes to you, Max,” he confessed, leaving me completely humble. How was it that I had that kind of hold on a man like Car? I hurried to take him out, wrapping my hand around his girth. He was so wide my fingers could barely touch as they enveloped him.
“Just like that,” he gritted through his teeth. That bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, his fingers sawing in and out of my pussy. “Just like that, princess.”
“Daddy, I want you to fuck me.” I was more than ready. I needed him more than I needed to breathe. I glanced at the long thickness in my hand. I could have easily been intimidated by his size, and if I had met him when I was younger, I would have been. But I knew him. The real Car. He would never hurt me. He would take his time stretching me and popping my cherry.
“No.” He shook his head. That damn stubborn self-control of his.
“I need you,” I whined. “Please.”
“You’re not ready. We need to talk.” He held on to this whole we need to talk, but I didn’t. I knew what I wanted, and I was too impatient. Nothing mattered but being closer to him in the only way I knew how.
“I need you,” I panted, trying to coax him into giving in, but again, Daddy was too strong-willed.
The man was a rock.
Logically, I knew he wanted me. Not only did he feel like steel wrapped around velvet, droplets of his need accumulating at the tip, but his hips thrust back and forth against my hold like he couldn’t help himself. I stroked him from root to base, and my mouth watered for a taste of him.
“You’re so hard, so long.” I licked my lips. “Please, Daddy.”
“Max,” he groaned. “You’re not making it easy on me.”
“I’m not supposed to,” I whined, working my hips back and forth against his hand.
“Tight, little, greedy kitty of yours,” he growled.
“It’s yours,” I whimpered. “Please, Daddy!” I pleaded.
“Turn around,” he finally demanded, and I happily did as he asked. He surprised me by tearing off his shirt and kicking off his pants while I got on my back, not even blinking at the fact I was already naked but now under the light the sheet lost to the ground. My heart soared thinking finally. Finally. It might have only been two weeks of us being together, but it felt like I had been waiting a lifetime for him.
“Look at this pussy,” he growled. He rose and got on the massage table, straddling my hips without putting his complete weight on me. His hands dropped and cupped my aching breasts. “Look at these pretty little tits.” He pinched my nipples and then tugged. My back arched off the table, but I didn’t get too far up. Not with his body on top of mine. “So responsive,” he growled. “You wanted this, princess,” he warned. “I told you not yet. I told you we needed to talk and there are things we need to go over before I pop this pretty little cherry and feed your kitty my cock.”
“Daddy,” I whimpered, but nothing else came to mind. My eyes fluttered shut when his hands dropped to his sides.
With a one-hand hold, he ran the head of his dick against my clit.
“Shit. Look at this pussy. Look at this little shiny little diamond waiting and aching for daddy to give it some attention,” he strained, his jaw clenched, making his square jaw look like it could cut glass. “So fucking pretty, so damn wet. This honey all for daddy, princess?”
“Yes!” I hissed, bucking against him trying to get him to enter me, but he wouldn’t. He teased and rubbed his length against my pussy lips, pressing them together.
“I meant it when I said not yet,” Car strained through his teeth.
“But—“
“No butts, pretty girl. Daddy’s in control here, and you’re going to be a good girl and do as I day.” Fuck,, why is that so hot! “Warm up my cock, princess. Get it nice and wet with your honey, baby.”
“Daddy!” my voice cracked, and tears started to build.
“I know you hurt. I hurt, too,” he rasped. “And I know you want me. Trust me, sweet girl, I want you, too. But not yet.”
I had no idea anyone could have that much control. I writhed and squirmed, but he wouldn’t give. He simply slid his length between my pussy lips back and forth. The wetness coating his length made it so easy for him to glide against me. “Shit.” His fingers came down and started to work my clit.
“This little pussy is fucking magic,” he praised. “I haven’t even slipped inside of it yet, and you got me close, sweetheart. You’re going to make daddy come. You want daddy to give this pussy all his cream?”
“Yes!” My back arched and my hips rocked against him. His eyes shut, and his nose flared.
“You gotta be a good girl for me and come first, though. Daddy only gives his cream to his good girl. And good girls always come first for daddy. Do as I say,” he demanded fiercely.
“Oh god!” I cried out, rocking and grinding my hips. Every rub and bump against the thick tip of his dick pushed me closer and closer to the edge. When Daddy moved the pad of his thick thumb and pressed against clit? Rubbing it in circles with the most perfect pressure? Fireworks exploded, and I yelled out.
“Daddy!” my voice squeaked, and incoherent words spilled past my lips.
“Fucking hell!” he gritted.
I glanced down at him, his thickness between my legs, the crown of his massive cock grinding against my clit like it was kissing it. One, two, three times, and I watched with amazement as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his release splashed against my sex and abdomen. Breathless and sated, time stood still while we stared at one another. I was so in love with the man on top of me I didn’t know how to breathe.
“I love you, Max. Fuck, I love you so much,” he said out loud, his words soothing every jagged edge inside of me as my eyes fluttered shut.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get myself to respond. To tell him I felt the same. That I was his. Mind, body, and soul. Instead, I let his body cover mine for a moment. He kissed me tenderly before he pulled away.
“I’m going to clean you up and then were going to go eat.”, he said, as if it didn’t matter to him I hadn’t said the word back. It hadn’t been that long since the two of us had been a thing or had even met. But he loved me? And I loved him.
“Eat?” I whispered.
“I saw the boxes on your kitchen table. Orders?” he asked, and I nodded, hating to lose the weight of his body on mine. He hopped off the table and then helped me up. We both looked down my body as my fingers moved and touched his release.
“Baby, I can clean you—“ He didn’t say another word when I lifted the tips of my fingers and tasted him. My eyes shut, and I moaned with delight. He tasted earthy and salty with a hint of sweetness. When my eyes opened, his hand cupped the back of my head and pulled me forward. “You don’t play fair, little girl.” He rolled his hips, and my eyes widened with how hard he felt.
“Is that normal?” I blurted, and he blushed.
“Babe.”
“No.” I winced, hoping I hadn’t insulted him. “I mean… you’re, like, well, your age, and I don’t mean anything bad, but—” Oh god, every word I said only made it worse. Thankfully, he chuckled as his hands moved through my hair, and I sighed.
“Only with you, princess.” He ground against me. “Only you get me like this. But not yet,” he rasped. “Let’s take those packages to the post office and get something to eat.”
“Okay.” I grinned, feeling like I was on top of the world.
Funny how that’s how you feel moments before it all comes crashing down.