“Max,” I whimpered.
He ignored me and let a few drops fall farther down my belly and into my navel. At the unexpected iciness, I jerked. Wine spilled, and the droplets rolled down the sides of my body.
He flicked my clit with cold, wet fingers. At the sudden sting, arousal churned, cramping my inner muscles.Goddddd! I glared, my fingers gripping the pillow harder.
Amusement briefly lightened his intense gaze. Then his warm tongue licked around my navel and dipped into my belly button, lapping the liquor pooling there. He continued his exploration of my body and stopped just where I needed him the most.
Then the fiend tapped my trembling thighs. “Hold still, no squirming.”
Gah! How was I supposed to do that when my mind, my body, were a seething mass of need?
Cold liquid dripped over my sensitive clit, sliding downward.
“Maaax,” I shrieked, nearly coming off the bed. He held me down, a palm on my stomach, and lowered his head, his stubbled jaw grazing my inner thighs. He didn’t use flicks or licks to suck off the wine, his entire mouth was involved, licking, sucking, and nibbling every inch of me.
God, oh God, oh God!He was going to kill me. I felt like a geyser about to explode. If he didn’t touch meright there, I’d lose my mind.“Max,pleeeease—you proved your point, youcando anything—I’m sorry.”
Soft laughter filled my ears. He eased two fingers inside me, starting the excruciatingly exquisite torment all over again with his lips and tongue until I was writhing against his mouth, need tightening my body into an unbearable ache for fulfillment. Still, he didn’t let me come.
“God, I hate you…” I moaned, then begged, “Max,please…” Amidst my harsh breathing and fervent pleas, the sounds of foil ripping filled my ears.
He flipped me to my belly, grasped my hips, and pulled me up on my knees. And with one thrust, he was inside—stretching me, the rub of the barbell on his cock along my inner walls an added friction as he impaled me. My breath caught, my fingers clenching the sheets.
Max wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled me up, turning my head to him. He kissed me hard, his cock pushing farther inside me.
“Do you like me doing this to you, Logan?” he whispered, nipping the side of my neck with his teeth and squeezing my breast with his other hand. “Like me fucking you hard?”
“God, yes!”
He trailed his fingers down my stomach, between my thighs to find my clit. He rolled and tugged, making my inner muscles spasm. “And this?”
I could barely talk; I was so close, yet unable to fall. And couldn’t even nod with his hand still wrapped in my hair.
He bit my jaw. “Do you want to come?”
“Goddammit—yes, you fiend! Stop tormenting me.”
His fingers toying with me stilled. “Did you just call me a name?”
“Nooo…” I whined, realizing he could very well stop and leave me like this. “I didn’t mean it like that. God, Max, please-please, let me come.”
He pulled out, and I moaned in protest. He wouldn’t be that cruel. When he flipped me on my back, I yelped in surprise. My breath caught at the sheer intensity of his burning gaze.
“When you come, I want to be looking into those pretty eyes.” He thrust right back inside me, dragging me up again to the pinnacle, keeping me there. All lucid thoughts left me, then all I felt was Max moving. His rigid length thrusting in and out, the abrasive rubbing of my clit, the barbell there an added sensation, and all I could do was hold onto him as he hauled me up, plunging me into a fiery explosion of pleasure. I fell apart, barely aware when he followed. He buried his face in my neck.
After moment, he lifted his head. “You okay?”
Panting hard, I met his tender gaze. Emotions crowding me, I nodded.
Max eased away from me and disappeared to dispose of the condom. He came back with a damp towel and wiped me clean. Tossing it aside, he lay down next to me and drew me close.
As sleep hovered, what he’d said earlier came back to me. I turned in his arms. “What happened at the Conservatory? Will they let you back in?”
He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “All my hard work is for shit. The music director refuses to let me play. I have to redo the year. Apparently, I didn’t have enough make-up pieces to back my composition.” His jaw hardened.
I shifted, resting my chin on his chest. “The man’s either stupid or deaf. Obviously, he has no idea just how talented you are.”
His irritation faded. He cut me a grin, a sly look spilling over his handsome face. “Who says he’s not gonna hear me play?”
