Page 33 of In The Dark
“Because I got off to the thought of you last night.” I kiss her nose, and her eyes flutter closed. I need to ease her into this, and I want to give her the affection she’s looking for. “I came all over my stomach imagining you were in bed next to me. You don’t even need to touch me and I’m worked up.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and listen to her soft exhale. “That extra shit would be unnecessary.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Max opens her eyes and shuffles back. She grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, dropping it on the floor. Her hand moves to the zipper of her skirt next, and I watch her drag it down until the material loosens and slides over her thighs. Theleather pools at her feet, leaving her in only a red lace thong and boots that come halfway up her calves.
“Fuck, angel.” I bring my fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles. My dick is so hard, I can feel the pre-cum in my boxers. “You are exquisite.”
The haunted house wasn’t pitch black, but the dim lighting made it difficult to see her. The strobe effects didn’t help either, but now that I know what she looks like under her clothes, I’m a ruined man.
Her breasts are the perfect size, and the rest of her body is just as incredible. Hips that fan out at her waist to give her an hourglass figure. The curve of an ass begging to be fucked and spanked and bruised. Soft skin on her stomach and the same strong legs I remember from the photos of her playing soccer.
I’m staring. My tongue is practically hanging out of my mouth, but I don’t care. She deserves to be gawked at. To know the effect she has on me. She needs to know how gorgeous she is.
Slow, I tell myself.Do not rush this.
“Am I?” Max palms her breasts and squeezes them together. She keeps her gaze on me when she pinches her nipples and drops her head back, a quiet moan working its way up her throat. “Maybe you should do something about it.”
“Come here,” I say, and she moves toward me without hesitation. I curl my fingers around her wrists, pulling her hands off her chest and setting them on my thighs. “I want to touch.”
“Please,” she almost groans, and I lick the line of her throat.
“Fuck. You have such nice tits.” I graze my thumbs over her hard nipples, stopping to get them a rough pinch. “I want to fuck them.”
“You’ll have to explain the logistics to me.” Her laugh is soft, slightly embarrassed, but she recovers by dragging her nails up my thighs. She works a grunt out of me when she teases herhand over the zipper of my jeans. “It’s unfair I’m standing here practically naked while you’re fully clothed.”
“What did I say about asking for what you want?” I lean forward and almost fall off the table. I bend my neck, sucking her nipple between my teeth. Max whines at the contact, her fingers digging into my legs. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Should I take off my clothes, Max? So I can fuck you the way you’re practically begging me to?”
“Strip,” she says.
“With pleasure.” I pull my shirt off by the collar. She wastes no time staring at my torso and the tattoos inked across the left side of my ribs, and I twist my fingers in the waistband of her underwear. “See something you like, angel?”
“Yes.” Her throat bobs around a swallow, gaze dipping to my jeans. “I think I’d like it more if you took off your pants.”
“This is a fun game, but we should up the stakes. For every desire you share with me, I’ll take off an article of clothing until I’m naked.” I put my hands flat on the table and lean back, making sure to flex my muscles so she knows what she’s working with. “Then you can have your way with me.”
“I told my ex some of the things I wanted to try. He laughed at me,” she says, and rage twists in my gut. “It makes me want to be fine with average sex for the rest of my life.”
“I say this with as much disrespect as I can muster, angel: fuck him and fuck his closed mindedness. I promise I won’t laugh. I promise I won’t judge.” I reach out and snap the waistband of her underwear against her hip. “If you tell me, we can try it the next time we’re together.”
“Next time? You want to see me again?” she asks.
“Baby, the second I sink my cock into your pussy, you’re never going to get me to leave. Max’s cunt. Population: 1. Me, the lucky mother fucker.” I grin. “Even without that, I’ve become quite attached to you.”
“I’ll say.” She rests her hand on my dick and gives it a squeeze. I jolt upright, groaning when her thumb brushes against the head through the denim. “Fine. A desire for your left shoe. I have this unsubstantiated idea that getting fucked by a guy wearing a mask would be unbelievably hot. I’d like not knowing who is in control of me.”
“Really?” She kept staring at my costume in the haunted house, but I thought it was just the knife that turned her on. “What kind of masks?”
“I don’t think I’d be picky.” Max wets her lips, and I kick off my shoe.
“Give me an example.”
“Um. A Ghostface mask? A motorcycle helmet?”
“How interesting. I have both of those at home,” I say, and her eyes snap to my face.
“You do?”
