His End Game (MMG #1) (7 page)

“This, like why you don’t live with your parents, is a story for another time, another place.”

“Can I ask you something?”

He smiled up at me. “You can ask me anything.” I really wanted to kiss him right then. Instead, I asked, “Why me? I mean, you don’t really….know me.”

“No? I bet I know you better than you think. For years I have watched you and that look you wear on your face, you know, the one when you think no one’s watching? That lost look is how I feel most of the time. So, I’m thinking that I do know a little bit about you.”

“But…why now?” I blurted.

Squeezing my thigh, he said, “You couldn’t have handled me two years ago and I knew it. I was angry and wild and you were pure and innocent. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted you but I couldn’t do that to you. Not then.”

I focused down on my blue toenail polish. “Is that why you chose Jennifer, because she could
handle
you?” The thought of him with her made me want to throw up.

But it still doesn’t stop me from wanting to know
.

Lifting my chin with his fingertips, he looked into my eyes. “I can’t tell you that I didn’t go there because I did. I also can’t lie and tell you that it was all bad because it wasn’t.”

Changed my mind, don’t want to know
.

I tried to pull my head out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let me.

“What I will say,” he continued, “is that, like all the others, she was a distraction. It’s over and you have nothing to be jealous of.”

I immediately stiffened at this.

The nerve
.

“Jealousy is
not
what I felt for your girlfriend,” I informed him.

Okay, well it was part of what I felt but not all of it
.

“No?” he asked, lips twitching.

It infuriated me that he could read me so well. “No, Max. For your information, Jennifer Tilson is a hateful bitch. She and her bubble headed friends have been horrible to me ever since Matt’s party. You would think that if your crazy sexy hot boyfriend stopped some innocent girl from being raped, you would be nice to said girl because you felt bad for her. You would also walk proud and tall because your guy was a hero but noooooo, not Jennifer. She turns into the queen of all bitches, sicks her evil minions on me and, as if that isn’t enough, decides to make my life a living hell!” My words wiped away his beautiful smile and I instantly regretted them.

His hand stilled on my leg. “I didn’t know. Please believe me, Ells. Had I known, I would have stopped her.”

“It’s over,” I shrugged. Somehow I didn’t think he was going to let it go that easily. Sick of talking about Jennifer, I came right out and asked, “What do you want from me, Max?”

“Hmmmm, let me see. So many things come to mind, but for right now what I
want
is for you to accept that the past is the past and that starting here tonight, it is just you and me and the future, whatever it may bring. What I
want
to do and have for a very long time is to touch and taste every single inch of you.”

Wow. He definitely had my attention now. In fact, just thinking about his mouth on me made me restless. I shifted, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building between my legs.

He lifted me off of his lap, twirled me like a ballerina and pulled me back down. Straddling his legs, we were now sitting face to face and I couldn’t help but notice that certain parts of him felt much larger than others. My heart started racing.

My, he’s a big boy
.

All of these crazy things ran through my head.

If we have sex, will it fit inside me? What if it gets stuck? What if I end up in the hospital needing to have an exceptionally large penis removed from my hee-hoo because it’s stuck? Can that even happen
?

I needed to tell him I was a virgin, but how did I go about doing this without totally and completely humiliating myself?

“What are you thinking pretty girl?” he asked, pulling me out of my head. When I failed to reply he said, “Talk to me, babe, I can’t read your mind.”

I loved his words of endearment. Nobody had ever called me anything but El or Ellie, except for Piper. It made my heart hurt in a good way. “Before we..uh…take this any further, I think I need to tell you something.”

He wound his fingers through my hair. “You can tell me anything, anytime,” he said in his quiet sexy voice.

“Well, I….don’t really have much experience…with any of this.” I closed my eyes when I said the last part so that I didn’t have to see the disgusted look on his face. It didn’t, however, stop me from feeling his body tense up.

Crap! He’s going to toss me from his lap now and break into fits of hysterical laughter
.

“What do you mean by
this
?”

“Ummm,” I stammered, “well, I’ve kissed and messed around some before, but….” I didn’t know how to properly define what little I had done so, dropping my eyes back to my toenails, I didn’t finish my sentence.

“Hey,” I felt the pressure of his fingertips on my chin again as he forced me to look at him. “If you’re trying to tell me that you’re a virgin, I already know.”

I inwardly cringed. “Who told you?” Flashes of me stabbing Piper a thousand times flickered through my mind.

“No one had to tell me and it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”

Okay, wow, that was super sweet
.

Cupping my face he continued. “Here’s what you need to know. I want you. I’ve wanted you for what seems like forever and I need for you trust me when I say that I will take care of you. However, this is completely your call. If you want to wait, I am good with that. No matter what, this is yours to give, not mine to take. We will go at your pace and if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. Are you with me?”

I nodded, letting out my breath. “Ummm, do I need… like a code word or something?”

He threw his head back and laughed.

On any other occasion, watching Max laugh would have been something to see but right now, at my expense? Not so much.

“Fuck using code words. No means no and that’s all you have to say. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, without hesitation.

“You’re good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said looking directly into his eyes, “I’m great, Max.” I wanted him to understand that this was something I wanted with him, right here, right now.

He lifted me off his lap and patted me on the ass. “God, you are so sweet.” Then, grabbing my hand, he walked me across the room to the bed. Before we reached it, he veered over to the door and locked it. Then, hooking his hand around the back of my neck, he reeled me in and kissed me. After a few seconds, I felt his body relax into it and realized that he too, was nervous. I can’t say why this made me feel better but it did. Wrapping both arms around me, he coaxed my mouth open with his tongue. My hands traveled straight to his hair as if they had a mind of their own and I practically climbed up his body wanting more. I felt his hands on my ass as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed and carefully lowered us down.

“Thank you for trusting me with this. Promise that you will tell me to stop if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Okay?”

“I will.”

Lying down beside me, he kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured.

So are you
.

A look stole across his face that I couldn’t read. “What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately tensing up.

Please tell me he’s not changing his mind. We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet
.

“Nothing is wrong. I just want to do this right.”

I watched him nervously run his fingers through his hair and my heart skipped a few beats.

He’s worried. He wants to make this good for me
.

Taking a huge leap of faith, which was very uncharacteristic of me, I sucked in a deep breath, reached down to the hem of my shirt and slowly maneuvered it up my torso and over my head.

Thank goodness I wore a decent bra and panties
.

My aunt had drilled into my brain to never leave home without wearing decent underwear. Of course, her reason wasn’t in case you find a hot guy to screw six ways to Sunday,
you must wear fresh undergarments
. It was more, in case you find yourself in a wreck and they have to cut off your clothing,
you must have on fresh clean underwear
. Nevertheless, at that moment I was giving thanks for having on decent undergarments.

“Gotta say, this exceeds every fantasy I’ve had about you and, trust me, I’ve had some good ones.” His eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to touch you with my hands and my mouth. If you’re going to stop me, do it now.” His voice was filled with a need that I couldn’t help but respond to. Nodding my consent, I watched his hand slide up my stomach. His fingers circled around my bra before lifting it up and spilling my breast into his hand.

Lord, even the boy’s hands are attractive
.

When he lowered his head, I tensed up. This was more from anticipation than fear. I felt the heat from his breath on my nipple right before he took it into his mouth.

Holy Mother Mary, his mouth feels amazing
.

Piper wasn’t exaggerating when she told me that her nipples were directly linked to her crotch.

I get it
.

Max switched to the other breast and daggers of pleasure shot up my spine. Carefully reaching around my back, he unhooked my bra and pulled it off. Then, focusing back on my
nipples, he tenderly pulled and rolled them between his fingers. It felt incredible. The boy had a wicked tongue that set me on fire, begging for something I didn’t understand.

“I need,” I gasped.

“I know and I promise I’m gonna take care of it,” he assured me. I was so lost in his mouth on my breast that I barely noticed his hand undoing the button of my shorts. Before I could protest, they were off and being tossed on the floor. I tensed again when I felt his hand on my panties. I knew he felt it this time because his hand froze and his head shot up. “You okay?” he gruffly asked.

“I’m okay. You just surprised me. Don’t stop.”

Giving me a rough kiss, he returned his hand back to my panties. “So wet,” he murmured.

I didn’t know if this was a good or bad thing. As long as he didn’t stop what he was doing, I didn’t care.

“I want to touch you and taste you, now. Are you still with me?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Has anyone ever touched or tasted you down here?” he asked, rubbing his fingers from the waistband of my panties down. Up and down. Over and over until I was going crazy with want.

“No,” I panted. I was so turned on that I didn’t know which end was up. Hell, I didn’t even question when he rolled off the side of the bed, walked to the foot and dragged me down with him. I pulled up on my elbows so I could see what was happening and found him kneeling on the floor between my legs. The two words I would use to describe him at that moment were sexy and wild.

And mine all mine….at least for the moment
.

I tried not to tremble when he slid my panties off. This was about as personal as it gets and stratospheres away from my comfort zone. Grabbing both of my legs behind my knees, he
lifted them to his shoulders. I gasped when I realized what he was about to do and started to scoot back up the bed. Quickly, he lowered my legs back to the bed, placed his hands on the outside of my thighs and halted my escape. “I’ve got you Ellison, but I need for you to trust me. Can you do that?”

Exhaling loudly, I released my elbows and dropped back onto the bed. My knees were about to be on Max McLellan’s shoulders, his mouth inches away from the most vulnerable part of my body and I had a life altering decision to make.

Go with your gut, Ellie
.

“Okay, Max. I trust you.” I wanted this experience and I wanted it with him.

He trailed his fingers from the inside of my calves up to my thighs and I shivered as if all of my nerve endings were on fire. I jumped when I felt his finger dip inside and braced for the pain that never came. As he kissed me he began moving his finger and I felt a surge of pure ecstasy flow through me. I wanted more.

“I see you like that,” he chuckled.

Chills of pleasure were trickling down my spine and an indescribable pressure was building at my core. I wanted release but didn’t know how to ask for it. When Max placed my legs on his shoulders again, I didn’t pull back. My body felt taught like a rubber band that at any moment could snap and shatter everything in its path. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he dragged it through my center and gently sucked. When he again inserted a finger back inside, pulsing it in and out using the same rhythm as his tongue, I had my epiphany.

This, right here, right now, is why I waited
.

Suddenly the pleasure was too much and, arching up off the bed, I snapped, shouting his name over and over again. I was in absolute heaven. No form of self- gratification in the world could top this.

I had no idea anything could make me feel this way
.

Max rose from the foot of the bed, placed a knee on either side of my waist, hooked his fingers under my arms and lifted me back to the top of the bed. Now, lying between my legs, the friction from his denim covered erection was rubbing up against my bare and extremely sensitive core. It was almost too much. I felt heady from my first Max induced orgasm as I threaded my fingers through his thick hair, pulled his head down and gave him a hard kiss, luring his tongue into my mouth by slowly sucking on it. This caused him to groan and thrust his hips against me.

Pulling back, he smiled. “I take it that was good for you?”

It took me a minute to figure out what was different and then it clicked. This was the first time I had seen him unguarded. I wondered if he saw the same in me. If not, I wanted him to. I wanted him to see how special he made me feel.

Reaching up, I stroked my hand across his face. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe what that was.”

He slid off of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Before I could get anything else out, my eyes drifted down his body and landed on the gloriously large bulge in his jeans.