Page 59 of Dangerous Play

“Max,” she panted as my other hand massaged her breast while my fingers played with her other breast. Rolling andpinching the hard bud, forcing out the tortured noises from Ivy. “You’re going to make me come just by touching my nipples.”

Cold be dammed, that was the plan. I dropped my head and sucked her nipple.

“Oh my God!” she squealed, holding onto my messy, wet locks. “Keep going... please... don’t stop.”

My mouth moved to the other one, while my hand landed on her ass, and I squeezed it tight.

Ivy was so responsive to my touch, arching her back, thrusting her hips forward, silently urging me to touch her. The wet material of her leggings made it difficult to put my hand inside it, but answering her wishes, I traced the outline of her pussy with my hand, drawing small circles over her most sensitive spot.

Panting and gasping for air, some ragged words left her mouth, but I couldn’t decipher what exactly she wanted.

More, for sure.

I kept my thumb pressing over her nipple while my other two fingers thrusted over her opening. I couldn’t dip them into her wetness, as the clothes stopped me.

“Are you going to come for me?” I asked with my mouth around her nipples, my teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin.

“Yes. Just don’t stop.”

“There’s no stopping me, Blossom.” I switched between her tits and stroked them in perfect sync.

Her breathing turned more and more ragged with every thrust and her moans became frequent with each lick of my tongue, until there was nothing left of her but a panting, wet mess.

“Max...”

“That’s it, Blossom, let it go.”

“Oh my—” she screamed as her body jerked when her climax hit her. I kept on sucking and thrusting all the way until shesettled, and her head dropped against my head, her fingers grazing my neck.

“You good?” I asked from her breasts, watching the nipples wear a lovely pink color from my work. It was my own personal artwork.

“Never better.” She chuckled, while I pulled the straps of her sports bra higher and hid her breast. “I don’t... I’m not...”

“It’s okay, Blossom.”

“I can... if you want... suck you off... or jerk you off... or...” she offered, the conversation suddenly turning uncomfortable. Even the air around us shifted as her desire settled.

“I’m good,” I croaked. “I just wanted to help.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I almost cringed at my words, and suddenly, I was happy I didn’t take the full plunge and dived into it without thinking. It would have only ended up with one of us hurt.

And as we walked back from the beach, both soaking wet, only one of us was still blue. My blue balls had nothing to do with the cold but everything to do with the sexy blonde who was my fake girlfriend.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

IVY

I couldn’t getMax out of my head.

My cheeks burned every time I thought about someone seeing us, but I kept convincing myself maybe if anyone saw it or recorded it, we could play it off as we did it as a show as opposed to what really happened. We crossed the boundary and I wasn’t sure there was even any going back from it.

We went back to his place, took a shower, and he dropped me off in my apartment like the perfect gentleman. As usual, he messaged me good night and in the morning sent a text asking about my day. Nothing out of the ordinary, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with him.

Ever since our last picnic, he was acting strange.

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