Chapter 15 #2
When I darted my gaze to the bedside table, his followed. My mind went to condoms because these guys made me insatiable, but Max had other ideas.
He pulled something small out of the drawer, and a sparkling flash of purple snagged my attention.
“I want to try it.”
He huffed a laugh into my thigh, nipping softly at my flesh. “Oh, we will.”
I swatted his shoulder. “No, I mean, now. Let’s try it.”
He pulled back to stare at me. “We don’t have to rush.”
“He says after casually laying temptation on the bed beside me.” I gave him a pointed look. “You chickening out on me, Daddy Dread?”
His answering laugh lit up my body like fireworks, and the kiss he gave me afterward ignited me completely. “I think I’ve got too many daddy issues for that one, pancake.” He nuzzled the crease of my thigh with his nose. “But if you’re serious about…exploring, I’m open to that.”
He hovered his lips over my clit, expelling a breath. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned at the sensation.
“We have to do it right, though.”
“What?” I panted. “You want candles and a bed with rose petals before butt stuff?”
“No, smart ass.” He grinned, taking hold of my thighs. “I want you to be ready. These things take time and lots of lube.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You’re the expert.”
“Hardly. But I did…research or whatever. Just in case.”
My brow furrowed, struggling to grasp what he meant as my body trembled with my impending climax. “Wait. You haven’t?—?”
He shook his head.
“But I thought—You made all those dark promises!”
Arching a brow, he scooted my body backward on the bed and lifted my legs. He rested my heels on the edge, exposing me further. But I couldn’t bring myself to care as his gaze traced over me.
“Have you seen your ass? Of course, I did research. Doesn’t mean I’ve done that before.”
The vulnerable look in his eyes, the hopeful but slightly nervous grin on his face, shot through my heart like an arrow. “Oh,” I rasped. “I—Wow.”
He huffed playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t make it a big deal.”
With a jolt of surprise, Max flipped my body over. I gasped, the breath rushing from my lungs as his hands came down on my ass. He gripped my cheeks and squeezed.
“You sure about this?”
I bit down on the bedspread as he massaged the globes of my ass, grateful for my mother’s genes that had filled out my hips. More than I ever had been as a dancer, at least.
Max worshipped every inch of me, stroking a path with his tongue from my clit over my sex.
I squirmed on the bed, body pinned and spread by the weight of his heavy palms on my thighs.
He pulled back and reached for the bedside table.
The click of a cap came right before a first cool dollop of gel. I twitched on the bed, and Max laughed before sinking his teeth into my flesh. A cry from the sharp bite morphed into a moan as soon as his tongue soothed the sting.
He touched my cheek softly, his fingers delicate. Reverent.
A quick, slightly uncomfortable glance over my shoulder confirmed he’d been admiring his handiwork.
“You marked me!”
His eyes blazed as they met mine. “You’re damn right I did.”
After grabbing the bottle of lube, he squirted what had to be way too much into his palm. He scooped it onto his fingers and rubbed them together.
I turned my face back to the mattress, forcing myself to breathe as excitement and nerves coursed through me.
His fingers pressing against my ass reminded me to relax.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered at his gentle prodding, but I expelled a breath and relaxed my muscles. Waiting for the pressure that inevitably followed.
But it wasn’t his finger that pressed against my entrance.
The cold metal of the plug, slick with lube, pressed in gently. Even though it didn’t hurt, I resisted it at first.
Max withdrew after a few seconds, giving me a chance to take a breath, before trying again. The plug’s smooth glide in and out should’ve scared me, but I wasn’t afraid.
Even now, I wanted more.
“Reach down, baby girl. Play with your clit. It should help.”
I followed his order without hesitation, rubbing tight circles as he eased the plug in again. It helped, distracting me and letting me relax further.
Max paused before the next pass, adding more lube before sliding it in fully. His deep groan mingled with my moan into the mattress.
“Fuck.” He stroked his fingers gently and spreading lube around the base, no doubt admiring the purple gemstone. “That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Whimpering under his touch, I lifted my head long enough to let out a plea. “Max, I need you to touch me.” I writhed my hips as my body adjusted. “Please.”
He ran his lips over the bite mark on my right cheek, but he didn’t give me what I wanted. “Can’t.”
The crack of his palm against my ass jolted my body and the plug inside me.
“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked, my hands flying up from beside me to cover and protect my butt. “Max!”
A dark chuckle came from behind me, and a shuffle came before his body heat disappeared from between my legs.
I flipped over to glare at him.
“Time to go to the parlor, baby girl.” He smirked. “Tick tock.”
“But—”
When I gestured wildly to my ass, he smirked and shook his head. “No time.”
“Max, you can’t?—”
He turned away from me and went to the dresser.
I growled, pushing up fully to sit on the edge of the bed. Every move I made wriggled the plug, beating a pulse of pleasure between my legs. “Max whatever-your-middle-name-is Dread, you can not be serious!”
“As a heart attack.” He tugged on a pair of boxer briefs, the words rushing out and drawing his brows down. After tugging on his shirt, he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re a bad bitch, remember?”
My brow furrowed over his mention of Gia’s positive affirmation. “How did you?—”
He chuckled but didn’t respond, pointing at the adjoining door to my room.
I huffed.
Rising as carefully from the bed as I could, I adjusted to the tiny intruder making me overly aware of my sex. Clit throbbing from Max’s earlier attack, and arousal pooling between my thighs, I hadn’t the faintest idea how I’d make it through this.
Max’s wink settled my nerves. “You’ve got this, Princess.”
I nodded, shooting him a glare despite wanting to melt into the look in his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve totally got this.”