Sadie
The Flower Girl
Max O’Reilly is the single most attractive man on the planet.
His bulging biceps are accentuated by the way he’s gripping the door frame above his head and dotted with sporadic tattoos.
He has stacks of muscles on his stomach and thighs so thick they practically beg to be set free from pants.
The second he removed his shirt outside, I nearly had a heart attack from the view.
He seems hotter, different from at the beach, but maybe that’s because we’re alone.
Or because I’ve felt what he’s keeping hidden below his belt.
Call it objectification, but I feel like I might pass away on the spot if I don’t get to see all of him, experience what it’s like to be with him fully.
And he’s sweet. I can tell he’s nervous, holding back so that I can lead.
Except I don’t want to—I want to be ravished, I want to be consumed by him.
I want to forget momentarily about everything else going on.
Sliding the straps of my overalls down my shoulders, I spin to face the shower. Shimmying out of my clothing and reaching behind my back to unfasten my bra, I suck in a deep breath when his fingers brush mine.
"Let me," he says, his voice thick and gravelly.
I nod slowly, closing my eyes as his hands work to push my bra down my mud-covered arms. I spin, searching his hooded eyes.
"God, you’re beautiful." Max slides each of his palms into my hair, pushing it away from my face. "I’ve never seen anyone so perfect."
Heat flashes up my chest, and I’m sure my cheeks are bright crimson. But there’s no time to focus on why it’s so hard to accept his compliments as Max leans forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips.
It’s punishing at first, filled with frustration.
But as quickly as it starts, it changes to something different.
Max sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently before licking soothing flicks along the same spot.
And I reach up, tugging the hair at his nape, while I dip my tongue in for a taste.
We’re teasing, exploring each other thoroughly, and I’ve never been more captivated.
Max’s hands slide down my ass, lifting me until I’m wrapped around his lower half. He steps into the shower anyway, not caring that he’s still wearing briefs and I hadn’t removed my panties.
The warm water coasts across my skin as he holds me under the spray. Each droplet pelts my overheated skin like tiny shards of glass, splitting me open. Max flicks his tongue against mine, biting my lip harder as he pulls back, and it steals my breath.
"I have to clean you up before I make a mess of you." Desire is etched on his face, and his pupils are blown.
A whoosh of air releases from my chest as I nod my agreement, followed by a buzzing anticipation when Max reaches for the shampoo.
I’m consumed by the surrounding sounds—the water raining down on me, the flick of the bottle opening, the way the shampoo slides in Max’s hands as he rubs them together.
He motions for me to turn around as his hands sink into my hair. He scratches my scalp lightly, then applies a pressure that feels so good I moan.
"Fuck, Sade." He wraps a soapy hand around me, spreading his fingers across my abdomen as he turns me back around, then slides a hand under my chin, tilting my head into the spray to rinse. "Are you going to let me taste you? Please let me taste you."
"Yes." I couldn’t deny him if I tried. I ache with need, and my center is impossibly slick.
Max lathers a loofah with body wash, running the soapy and scratchy puff over every inch of my body. I feel like I’m on fire, each stroke or caress purposely driving me mad. When he reaches the black lace panties I’m still wearing, he drops to his knees and pulls them down with his teeth.
Holy hell!
Max on his knees in front of me might be the best view in the world. Better than any field of flowers, better than the Eiffel Tower in spring, better than any ocean in any corner of the world—not that I've experienced most of those things.
He lifts my right leg, tossing it over his shoulder as he continues to wash off the mud. He takes his time, working the soap into my skin with his free hand before setting it back down and switching to the other leg.
"You didn’t wash my…" Max rights my leg, making sure I'm stable as my voice trails off as my mind swirls with questions about how someone could be so thorough, yet miss an entire section.
"Say it."
"What?"
"I didn’t wash what, Sade? What did I miss?"
"Max… you know." I wave my hand in front of my vagina.
"Tell me. Use words." His voice is commanding, and I know he’s not going to let me off the hook.
"My pussy. You skipped it," I relent.
"And wash away the flavor of you… how much you need me. I don’t fucking think so." He flashes me a devilish grin. "I’m going to feast on you, savor every single drop until you’re begging me for mercy."
My mouth drops open to protest, but Max tosses my leg over his shoulder once again and sucks on my clit, exchanging anything I could have said with pure bliss.
He works me over, switching between long licks and suction.
He nibbles and hums until my legs are shaking, and I’m worried I won’t be able to support my body weight.
But Max wraps a hand around my ass and pulls me closer to him.
My hips move on their own, grinding into his face in search of more. Tremors race through me, and I bite my cheek to stifle a moan.
Max halts, pulling away from me, and narrowing his eyes.
"What are you doing?" An exasperated breath rushes out of me. "Why’d you stop?"
"You’re hiding. You’re not letting me hear how much you love riding my face, Sade." He nips at my inner thigh, then soothes it with a flick of his tongue. "I might only get to do this a few times—the entire neighborhood needs to know who this pussy belongs to, even if it’s temporary."
Rolling my eyes, I nod my head, and Max smacks my clit. A cry rips from my chest. "Fuck, Max." The sting of it quickly turns to pleasure, and while this is a first for me, I think I’d like it to happen again.
"That’s better," he says, blowing a puff of air on my sensitive bud before diving back in.
I’ve never had someone so devoted to tasting me the way Max is.
I’m relishing every twist of his tongue, every time he plunges two of his rough fingers inside of me.
Stars blink in my vision, and when Max thrusts his tongue inside me, I explode into a thousand pieces like stardust floating across the night sky.
"Oh my God, Max!"
He continues to soak up every drop of my orgasm with slow, languid licks. And when I’ve finally come down, he stands before me, pressing small kisses to my neck and cheeks.
"You’re exquisite, Sade." Another kiss just below my ear. "Like the purest honey. I’m afraid I might become addicted."
My cheeks heat at his adoration, but it’s my turn to repay the favor. Grabbing the loofah that’s been abandoned on a hook near the shelf with an assortment of products, I lather it up and begin washing him off.
"Take off your underwear," I command, running the body wash over his abs.
Max slowly pushes his boxer briefs off. His cock springs to life between us, and my eyes widen in disbelief. It’s impressively long, thick, and a tad angry-looking from all the waiting. Pre-cum beads at the end, and I crouch down, running my tongue over the slit.
He hisses, slamming his hand against the tiled shower wall. "Fuck, Sade."
Abandoning the loofa to the floor, I reach behind me to rinse the soap from my hands and drop to my knees. Wrapping my hands around him, I lick the crown like an ice cream cone, and Max’s stomach tightens.
"It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so tell me if it’s not working." Chancing a glance at him, his face is pained.
"I came in my pants from making out with you. I’m pretty sure just holding it would do the trick."
That pulls a smile from me—a memory I’ll never forget.
"Stick out your tongue. This will be quick. But if it’s too much, pinch my leg." Nodding at his command, I open wide.
Max pushes between my lips, hitting the back of my throat in one fluid motion. Gagging a little, I reach around him with one hand and palm his ass for stability while working the base of his shaft with the other.
He thrusts in again, and this time I hollow my cheeks before swallowing the tip.
Max curses, but picks up his pace, pounding into my mouth like he couldn’t stop if he wanted to.
I cup his balls, rolling them in my hand as I moan around his length.
He digs his hands into my hair, guiding my head in rhythm with his hips.
"I’m going to cum, do you want me to pull out?" His breathing is ragged, as if he’s holding on for dear life.
Shaking my head no, he continues working himself over with my mouth until warm jets of cum hit my throat, and his pace slows. I swallow all he offers, cleaning up every drop the same way he did for me.
"Remember when we promised not to fall in love?" Max says, with a goofy yet sated grin on his face. "You’re making it really hard for me to keep that promise, Sade."
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve seen Max, since we hooked up in the shower.
He’s had lessons to teach at the rink, a scrimmage to coach, and work to help with at his mom’s.
And I’ve stayed busy planning for when I go back to work.
I’ve made spreadsheets, spent an exorbitant amount of time researching how other organizations are expanding their programs, and I narrowed the locations for this year’s gala down to the final three.
All of this, of course, is off the books, but it felt good to accomplish something.