“Everything.” He runs his tongue along the length of the vibrator. “But I’ll start with this.”
He traces a path with the toy up one thigh and down the other, gliding over my labia so it teases me. Once more, he goes through the motions, narrowly missing my clit and sending a rough groan of frustration through me. Max pulls the sex toy away and chuckles from where he’s kneeling, right between my legs.
“You were never very patient.”
“Fuck you,” I say through a smile.
“I will.” He presses hungry kisses from one knee up past my hip until he’s hovering over me. When he takes my nipple back in his mouth, I buck into the air—and finally,finally, he rests the vibrator where I want it.
“Shit.” I’ve shut my eyes, but I’m seeing stars. Max holds the tip close, but not close enough, so I instinctively jut my hips forward for more connection. He scrapes his teeth against my skin, and I yelp in pleasure and pain.
At that, he pins me with a stare and presses the vibrator flush against my wet, hot need—not inside me, not yet—but it’s enough to make me whimper with want.
“Did you use this and think of me?”
“Mhmm.” If only he knew how many times I’d silently screamed into my pillow this week, thinking of him while getting myself off.
His gaze crackles, as if he has a glitch in his system. “And what did you imagine?”
“This,” I gasp between waves of the vibrator.
“Just this? Or more?”
I moan against the pulses, unable to form full thoughts, much less sentences.
“Tell me, Daze. If it’s just tonight, I wanna know. You told me you wouldn’t hold back, so say it. What were you thinking about?”
“All of you.” A nervous laugh bubbles out of me. “You touching me everywhere. What could have happened in your room. How much I want you inside of me.”
The confession hangs between us, and I worry I’ve been too honest with him. He exhales and shifts back between my thighs.
“For now,” he says, “this’ll have to do.”
When he bends down, the first touch of his mouth to my clit is ecstasy. Then he swipes his tongue, broad and firm, against me, and bursts of warmth compound low in my body. Max doesn’t just know what’s doing with a vibrator—he knows damn well what he’s doing, period.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me, his hot breath forcing me to shudder.
I’m about ready to beg when I feel the hum of the device poised at my entrance. The sex toy goes inside me, first a little, then more, then a lot—pressure building in me in the most satisfyingway. With Max sucking hard on my clit, I throw my head back in response.
“My god,” I hiss. “That’s so good.”
He keeps a steady rhythm going, lapping me up and up and up, and the vibrator sends subtle shock waves through me. The intensity builds until I’m dizzy, poised at a tipping point, and ready to surrender. My orgasm crashes into us both, sending me bucking wildly against him while he holds on for dear life. My vision blurs, and I cry out a string of curse words as Max hums against my most sensitive parts.
I ride the aftershocks, and once I’ve come down from the high, I open my eyes. My room. My bed.My Max. He’s sitting back on his heels—his mouth and chin glistening, his pupils wide and wanting.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He’s looking at me like I’m a feast and he’s a starved man, and although I just came on his face,hard, I’m aching for more of him. All of him.
“I need you,” I whisper without realizing. “I need you so fucking bad.”
My chest aches, because what if what comes next isn’t enough? It has to be, though. We’re not doing a full-blown relationship with all its complications. We’re friends. Friends who have sex, but only for one night.
The glint in Max’s eye makes me stupid again, and all I can think of is getting closer to him. If this really is only for tonight, no holding back—then I need all of him.
Ravenous, I tear the jeans off his legs and tug at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s got a gorgeous, taut stomach and a dapple of dark brown hair below his belly button. He slips his underwear off, and his dick bounces, hard and thick andOh my god. The things I want to do to him.
Still lying on the bed, I wrap my hand around his length, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Has he been hiding thisin his pants the entire time I’ve known him? In high school, I caught a glimpse of him when we stripped down and sneaked into his neighbor’s pool—but I don’t rememberthis.
He settles onto all fours over me, giving me easier access to stroke him and feel his hard-on as he grows with every touch.
