CHAPTER NINE
NATASHADIDN’TANSWERright away. Good. Let her get used to this feeling that she could ask for anything, be open about her wants. That she could say what was on her mind. But Max could see this was hard for her.
She was a scientist, through and through. Natasha approached everything as an experiment, considering her methods and the variables. But good sex wasn’t scientific. Sure, a big cock, some experimenting with angles and attention on a woman’s responses all helped. But the mind was an enormous variable, unable to be controlled. Fantasies, past experiences, vulnerabilities—all these factors could turn good mechanics into hot sex...or not.
Their fingers were still laced together, but his other hand traced slow circles over her stomach, so soft and sexy. Goddamn, his dick was hard. Just sitting like this, with Natasha’s body against his, touching her, breathing in her scent, was doing it for him.
“I have an idea,” he said. “Let’s play Choose Your Own Adventure. I’ll make up a sex story about us, and you choose how it goes. Then we can switch if you want.”
She nodded. Max slid his hand up her stomach, to the underside of her breasts, letting his fingers move along the lush curve of one, then the other. “An oral sex story,” she said. “I did want to practice, after all.”
Oh, yeah. This was definitely heading in a good direction.
“Let me think of one,” he said softly.
Most of the women he’d slept with were turned on by his wealth and his athleticism. This wasn’t just his ego talking—women had told him in various ways, cloaked in praise. Maybe that kind of story would work with Natasha. But there was something else, too. Despite the fact that she had hesitated at anything that felt personal, the scenes that were running through his head right now were exactly that. Real scenarios. Times when he had wanted to kiss her, to go down on her and yes, to see her on her knees, sucking his cock.Oh, yeah.
“Your dick is like a steel rod, Max,” she said, a little breathless. “Are you playing Choose Your Own Adventure all by yourself right now?”
He laughed. “Just thinking through my choices. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. Your first choice, do you want a story about after a rugby game, in the corner of the locker room, when I’m all worked up?”
Her breaths quickened, and she let out a soft moan. Yes, that would be hot for both of them.
“Or...” he continued slowly, drawing out the moment, “do you want a story about that night I brought you and Alya home and I almost kissed you?”
She whipped her head to face him. “You remember that?”
He gave her a pointed look. “I was the sober one.”
Her eyes were wide, and she bit her lip. Yep, that definitely turned her on. He waited until, finally, she answered.
“That one,” she said, her voice breathy.
“Good,” he said, pulling her against him to settle between his legs. He started with slow caresses, running his hands up and down her sides. “It starts early in the night, when I pick you both up before the award ceremony, and I see you in that red dress with your tits on display for every goddamn man in that place to look at. And I have to remind myself all night not to look at them, not to think about how they would feel in my mouth when I sucked on them.”
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, savoring the feel of finally touching them. He found her nipple with one of his hands rubbing his thumb over it as he continued with the story. “But instead of taking both you and Alya home, we drop Alya off at her boyfriend’s. So when we get back to your apartment, it’s just us.”
“Mmm,” Natasha whispered, nodding.
“This time, I don’t say goodnight. This time, I kiss you, and I tell you how fucking hard my cock is from trying not to watch you all night. But you already knew that. You say you’ve been thinking about my cock all night, too. And where you want my mouth. You wore that dress just for me, so I wouldn’t forget how I wanted this evening to end.”
She moaned and moved against him. Max leaned down and kissed her on her neck. Then he moved his hand lower, down her stomach, at the crease of her legs. He explored her slowly, softly, touching her, listening to her breaths, taking in her reactions. His fingers found the tops of her thighs, and then, when he couldn’t resist any longer, he dipped his fingers into her warm entrance. Oh, fuck, her pussy was wet and hot, and his cock surged at the slippery heat. Her moan came louder this time.
“Now here’s your next choice,” he whispered. “Do I go down on you first, or do you go down on me?”
She didn’t hesitate. “I go down on you.”
“Works for me.” Max smiled. “So you move your hand down my stomach until you reach my cock. You take it in your hand and feel me. My tip, my balls, the length. Of course, you’re impressed.”
Natasha snorted. “Of course. And I say,My God, Max, you’re so big.”
She drew the words out, her voice full of amusement, so he snaked his other hand to her waist and tickled her. She let out a yelp of laughter, squirming, sending more currents of lust through him.
He chuckled and bit her neck softly as she settled back against him. “You gonna let me tell my story?”
