Page 89 of Dangerous Play

When I blinked my eyes open, I found myself slumped against the wall, Max kneeling in front of me and licking his fingers.

That was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. The way his tongue darted out, and he licked the remaining cum off his lips sparked desire up in me again.

Reaching out, I caught his hand with mine, and he offered me his fingers to suck on. Slowly opening my mouth, he placed two of his fingers inside, and I sucked on them. I wrapped my tongue around them like it was his cock, reminding him of the way I sucked him off in the shower before the semi-finals.

One glance at his darkening eyes was enough to tell me he was rock hard under his jeans.

“You’re way too overdressed,” I muttered, my voice raspy from all the moaning and screaming.

Max pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and in one smooth movement, he stood.

If I thought watching him kneel in front of me was sexy, I had never seen him set his jaw with an unreadable expression as he pulled his hoodie off, showing off his sculpted abs. Then, he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off too. It was the most sensual experience watching him undress himself as he held my gaze the whole time.

I took a long, ragged breath in as my eyes dropped to his manhood, and I licked my lips.

“You want it?” he asked, stepping closer to me.

Kneeling up, I reached for him, but he shook his head. “Open up.”

I gave him a tentative look as I did as instructed and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

He fisted himself and guided his dick to my mouth, pushing it slowly inside. “Now suck it.”

I’d never seen him as much in command as in that moment, and suddenly, all I could think about were the gossips I heard about him before I actually met him. This was part of his personality that never got to come alive—the primal, animalistic side of him that he kept hidden and only used when he hooked up.

But the way his fingers caressed my hair and face, there was nothing controlling or demanding in his touch. On the contrary, it was all caring and kind. Opposite of the dirty words and the storm brewing in his eyes. Yet it told me it was more than just a hookup.

Max pulled out of my mouth, and reaching down, he helped me up. His fingers laced with mine, and leaning me against the wall, he kissed me deep and leaning me against the wall, he kissed me deep and sensual once again.

“I don’t think I’ll make it back to the room,” he muttered in my ear as he kissed the sensitive spot behind it.

“We have the whole house to ourselves,” I chuckled.

Max grinned at me, and squeezing my butt, his hands ran down the back of my thighs. He wrapped his arms behind my knees, lifting me up.

My legs moved to hug him and crossed at his back.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked as his hardness teased my slick folds. All it took was one slight rock of his hips, and he was going to be inside of me.

“No.” I watched panic wash over his face before I quickly added, “I’m on the shot.”

“You’re the devil,” he muttered, rocking his hips into me and sliding inside me with one swift movement.

A loud gasp escaped me as I adjusted to his size.

“Try not to forget your next shot so we don’t turn this story into yet another cliché romcom plot twist,” Max said into my neck.

My fingers dug into his hair, and I pulled his lips to mine. “Then don’t try to leave a hickey. We’re not in high school.”

He flashed me the sexiest of his grins and instead kissed my lips with the same desire and need as the first time on campus. Our breathing mixed as his hands squeezed my butt, his thrusts picking up a faster pace, my back slamming against the wall to allow him even more momentum.

Yet, through all the thrusts and pace changes, his lips never once left mine. He kissed me breathlessly and sloppily until the only thing I could think about was his name.

“Max,” I cried out as my climax shook my body yet again. My muscles were not used to this kind of exercise, and the way all of them contracted and shook was ridiculous. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Blossom,” he muttered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Max,” I called out his name, my fingers digging into his hair and back as the last of the shakes finally released my body. A cry erupted from me as my body found its release and finally settled into sweet oblivion.

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