Stand (Black Addiction Book 3) (16 page)

Which I was fine about.

Girl power and all that.

I waited patiently as we entered into the elevator; his hand instinctively went to press the button for my floor.

Well, that wouldn’t do.

Not at all.

Girl power, remember?

I was sooooo getting laid.

Before his finger had a chance to make contact with the console, I pulled his hand away; his brow scrunched in confusion as I pressed the button for his floor.

It wasn’t subtle either. The big round illuminated number shining like a beacon. Not the place where I’d find my own bed, which meant . . .

It took him a second.

Just one.

His body stalked closer, forcing me back against the mirrored wall of the elevator. His breath tickled my neck as he closed whatever distance there had been. While I may have started it, he was taking control, no further encouragement needed.

“I’ve waited a really long time for this.” He moved his hands up to my jaw and pressed his mouth against mine. My lips parting for him as he explored me with his tongue.

My body felt like it was going to combust as I struggled to get closer; the ridge of his cock teasing me through his jeans threatening to drive me crazy. Those claw marks I’d left in his leather were
nothing
compared to what I had planned.

“I thought you were fine being friends?” My fingers twisted in his hair as his lips moved to my neck. “But in case you haven’t worked it out, I’ve changed my mind.” You know, in case he missed the memo or that my hands were probably going to have to be surgically removed from his body.

“I was never okay with it.” He sucked hard against my throat, the warm sting spreading across my skin. “I told you I wasn’t going to be good with that plan.” And boy did he mean it, his hands palming my breast as he worked his length against me.

There was no more talking, our mouths finding better things to do. Which was a good thing, because I wasn’t sure I could have formulated words. They were highly overrated anyway.

“God, I want you right here.” Max’s lips traveled down my neck again as he clawed at my clothes. And like the god he’d been praying to him heard, the elevator pinged as we reached our destination.

He didn’t hesitate, pulling me through the separated metal doors as I kissed him back hard.

Thankfully no one on the fiftieth floor had a burning desire to step outside their door. The hallway remained empty as we continued with our elicit display, his neighbors missing one hell of a show.

Not that I would have stopped at this point. Not a chance. I was hungry for him, my body bowing against him having been deprived too long.

It was by some miracle that we didn’t drop to the floor right there on his doorstep. Close enough, right? Who needed something as silly as a bedroom? But with some wicked coordination, all our legs and arms managed to make it inside Max’s apartment. His hands deserved the most credit, performing the almost impossible task of unlocking the door while continuing to touch me.

Seriously, I still don’t know how we did it.

Tom Cruise in
Mission Impossible
had nothing on us.

“I hope you don’t have plans for tomorrow, because I’m not going let you leave my bed.” He walked me backwards in the dark toward his bedroom, his mouth only off me long enough to talk.

“That’s a big call considering I’m not even in there now,” I teased back, completely aware that if I did have any plans they would be canceled.

“I’m a
big call
kind of guy.”

Well, that didn’t really need to be said.

Oh, he was talking about the
call
.

Uh-hmm.

It wasn’t slow, and that was more than fine with me, our bodies hitting the mattress as we continued to grind against each other. The bed beneath us a much better venue for what was about to go down, not that its lack would have stopped me. That talk of combusting wasn’t just talk, the friction from our clothes alone enough to start a fire. That’s exactly what it felt like too, like the fabric was burning against my skin.

“Off,” he demanded, his fingers sliding down my zipper of my dress so fast I wasn’t sure he hadn’t broken it. Not that I cared; I had no use for it any more. The offending object up over my head before he needed to ask again.

It wasn’t just
my
clothes that were offensive, his jeans and shirt also on that list. My hands worked overtime in a combined effort with his—all of his clothes disappearing from his body.

“Wow.” I ran my hands along his beautiful, toned abdomen, my hands fully appreciating what my eyes were straining to see.

“I’m naked and you’re not.” He grinned, taking care of my bra with a flick of his fingers. My panties were the next victim; their fate sealed as I shoved them down my hips and reunited them with the rest of our clothes.

“Max.” I moaned, unable to stay upright as his fingers moved up my legs, his body kneeling between them exposing me completely.

It was dark, but not completely black; a stream of light from the partially-opened drapes filling the room with a soft golden aura. Just enough for me to see exactly what was coming for me.

His hands moved down my thighs, his lips twisting into a grin before he lowered his head, his tongue lapping at my core as he pushed in a finger.

“Yes.” I struggled to keep my eyes open, wanting to get lost in the sensation, his lips curling around my clit as he sucked hard.

His mouth had always been talented, add those fingers to the mix and it wasn’t going to take long, my nipples hardening as my fingers moved across my breasts. His eyes darkened as he watched me twist my tight pink peaks.

“I like you watching me.” I threw back the same line he’d given me earlier, my mouth curling into a smile. “I want you to watch me suck your dick.”

“You can have whatever you want after I make you come.” He tossed back a grin of his own as his fingers pumped inside of me. His thumb also got in on the action, sweeping over my clit, sending shivers down my body.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” he teased, his fingers thrusting into me as he watched my hips buck against them.

“Yes,” I begged as I fell apart, my body splintering around his hand as it shook.

“God, I love watching you come.” His fingers slowed down while they continued to move, my core convulsing against him, my body unable to stop.

The wave was still moving through my body as my back snapped off the bed and pushed him down on the mattress. “We had an agreement; now I’m going to take what I want.”

I didn’t ask for permission, lifting myself off the bed as I knelt in front of him. My hands gripped him tight, slowly moving up and down, twisting when I reached the head. His face inches from mine as I jerked him off, getting harder as I lowered my head.

My lips stretched around his hard cock as my eyes flicked up to meet his. His body jerking as I got a long and hard suck, my mouth sealed tight around him.

“Fuck, Beth.” His fingers threaded into my hair as he cradled the back of my neck, my fingers gripping him while I continued to suck.

My eyes stayed on his as I watched his lids lower, the rock of his hips trying to fight the urge to go faster as I licked and sucked the length of his dick.

I loved having him in my mouth, watching his body tense as my lips and tongue played with him. Over and over again. First fast, then slow—getting him to the brink before pulling back. The power was completely in my hands—and my mouth.

My lips popped, the suction broken as he pulled his cock free from my mouth. “Condom on or off, Beth? Because I need to be inside of you, now.” His hand gently stroked his shaft as he waited for me to answer.

“Off.” My mouth answered before my brain had a chance to weigh in. The need in me just as desperate as it was in him.

The green light was all he needed.

Pushing me back down to the mattress, he wasted no time. The head of his cock circled my entrance as I struggled to stay still.

“I want you so bad.” The words barely audible as his eyes moved across my body.

The cords of muscle along his neck flexed as he braced both his fists on the bed and thrust into me. His cock slid in, my body tensing at the invasion.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered into my ear as he gently slid out and then back in again, my core stretching to accommodate him.

I couldn’t think; every inch of me tingling as he filled me. His face inches away from mine as he grabbed my hips and pushed into me, my pussy accepting his entire length.

“Yes,” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his back as I pulled him closer wanting every inch he had to give me. “Yes, harder.”

“Fuck, yes.” He cursed out a breath, his fingers gripping my skin so tight I was sure it was going to bruise.

Tilting my hips so he could get in deeper, he drove in so hard my back lifted off the bed, his hands on my hips the only thing keeping us connected. Over and over again he pistoned into me, his body dominating mine while I struggled to keep up.

“I’m going to come,” I screamed as I felt the nerves in my body go haywire, my limbs feeling like jelly as the momentum built.

“Look at me, Beth.” His jaw tensed as he continued, his own body coiled so tight I was sure he must be close too. “Right here, I want to see you.”

Without any thought—my ability to think completely obliterated—I gave him what he wanted. My eyes on him as my entire body shuddered, giving way underneath him as everything exploded inside.

“Beth,” he moaned, his body tensing as he found his own release pumping his hot load into me. “Yes.” He continued to move, teasing my body until I couldn’t stop shaking.

He collapsed beside me, rolling my body to the side with his arm as he panted heavily. My own breathing out of control as I laid there boneless; my arms and legs refusing to move.

It wasn’t just my limbs that were failing to cooperate, everything else offline as I tried to form a sentence. Say something—anything—that would make sense.

Max’s lips pressed against the back of my neck, his hand moving to my breast as he pulled me closer. “No take backs this time. This is exactly where we need to be.”

I didn’t argue. Mostly because I couldn’t. My brain misfired on random thoughts. None of them involved me staying away.

“Okay,” I mumbled, forcing my mouth to operate so he knew I was still awake.

I had no idea what I was actually agreeing to. But I was too tired and too blissed out to care. All I knew was that I wanted to be in Max’s arms, and in his bed, and that’s where I was. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I had been prepared
to wait a little longer.

Give her space, while keeping my hand in the game. And short of her telling me to fuck off, I wasn’t going anywhere.

Seeing her tonight while I was on stage was like a kick right to the nuts, and it took everything I had not to go with my gut and kiss her the minute I got close enough. Of course the black dress wasn’t helping, wrapping that tight little body of hers while hinting at what was underneath was torture. Not that I could have looked away if I’d tried.

Nope, I kept my eyes on her the entire night and she did the same, staying front and center instead of hiding out in the back like last time. And it was a total douchebag move but it made my chest puff out a little wider knowing that she was down there looking at me.

Getting her into bed tonight hadn’t been the plan. Kiss goodnight—probably. Letting my hands linger longer than I should—most definitely, but sex . . . well, let’s chalk that up to didn’t think it was going to happen. So, imagine my pure fucking delight that something had changed her mind. No shit, I was laying beside her feeling like a fucking superhero.

My need to touch her didn’t end after the sex. No fucking way. Even though we’d basically fucked each other to exhaustion, my hands stayed on her as I tucked her up close.

My fingers traced circles on her back while she slept, the tips ghosting her skin, barely making contact. Like I needed the reminder she was real, the how-the-hell-did-that-just-happen still tossing around in my mind as I refused to close my eyes.

Of course, I had no idea what was going to happen when she eventually woke up. If we were going to go through the same bullshit we-should-be-friends crap we’d gone through the first time. Not that it mattered; this time around I was winning that debate.

She was so fucking adorable, mumbling as she turned in her sleep. Even better, now her face was inches away and I had to talk myself out of Sleeping Beauty-ing her. Those pouty lips begged for mine as her lashes gently bounced off her cheeks. Yep, no way I was letting her call time out a second time.

“Max.” Her hands reached for me in her drowsy haze, her eyes still shut leading me to believe she was still asleep.

“I’m here, baby.” My hand moved to her hip as she settled back into dreamland.

Never in my life had my name sounded as good as it did at that moment on her lips. Completely unprompted, unaware and wanting me. Gave me a head swell a mile fucking wide with a grin to match.

Not sure how long I watched her, but I kept my eyes on her until my lids started to fall, and eventually when I couldn’t stay awake a minute longer, I fell asleep.

***

If you ever asked a guy what’s the ultimate way he’d like to be woken up, almost every single one would reply—blowjob. No hesitation just boom, answer. And the ones that don’t are flat-out lying. Oh, they might tell you just having their girl beside them is enough, but I guarantee you once you wore him down he would eventually come clean. There is something so fucking sexy about opening your eyes and seeing your cock between the lips of a beautiful woman.

Blowjob.

Every. Single. Time.

Which is why, when I cracked my eyes opened and saw Beth between my legs with my dick in her mouth, I almost blew my load right there. No shit, ultimate fucking turn-on, and I had to blink a few times just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

She took me deep, her lips stretching around me as she sucked hard. Her hand, tight around the base, glided up and down as her tongue swirled around the head, her technique so fucking perfect I was sure no other blowjob would ever measure up.

“Jesus, Beth.” My hands bunched up the sheets either side of me, my balls so tight I was positive they were going to explode. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

She tried to smile, her effort coming up short on account that her mouth was full—no seriously, did it get any better than this—and ignored me while she continued what she was doing.

“Fuck.” I bit hard on my bottom lip wanting to stave off the inevitable. My body was at war with itself, unable to decide if it wanted her to keep going or to fucking end it all now.

In the end the choice was made for me, her fingers curling around my balls and sucking me so hard it was either come or lose function of my dick altogether. The tidal wave rolled through me hard as my curses echoed off the walls, every single part of me tingling like I’d been zapped by an electric fence. And she swallowed every last drop.

“Okay, you’re going to need to give me a minute, or five, so I can regain some feeling in my legs.” My dick twitched as she pulled it out of her mouth. “Then I want to play.”

“Maybe later.” She licked her lips and tossing her hair off her shoulder. “I should probably go for a run.” She made a move to get off the bed. “I need to go to my apartment and—”

“Waaaaaaiiiiiitttt a sec, Missy.” She didn’t get a chance to finish, my hand catching her arm and pulling her back down. “Do you not remember what I said last night? Pretty sure I was really fucking clear.”

“Come on, Max. We can’t stay in bed all day.” She laughed, wiggling around as I strengthened my hold. She could do the shimmy all she wanted; she wasn’t going anywhere, anytime fast.

“Like hell we can’t, and you already agreed, so don’t pretend this is news.” I nipped at her shoulder, my cock pressing up against the seam of her ass. And would you look at that, looks like the bastard was already warming up for round two.

“I haven’t been to the gym in so long I’m sure my ass has started to jiggle.” She laughed, not fully grasping I was not freaking joking.

“Beth, trust me when I say I have looked at every square inch of your ass and it’s fucking perfect. You’re not going anywhere.”

And that was the god’s honest truth. Her ass was a work of fucking art—it didn’t get any better—so, whatever
jiggle
she was seeing was clearly a fucking illusion of some sort. Maybe she needed better mirrors.

“So, what are we going to do all day?”

“Well first I’m going to go down on you.” My hand moved across her stomach and then dipped into the cleft of her pussy. Mmm and what do you know, sucking my cock didn’t just turn
me
on. “And then we’re going to go from there.” My fingers moved across her clit in slow steady circles. “Or maybe we do something else. I’m more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of guy. No need to plan everything out.”

“I-I think I like fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants.” She moaned as my fingers moved a little faster, her hand reaching down and resting on top of mine.

“You want to touch yourself, sweetheart?” My finger slid inside of her as she rocked against me. My dick completely hard considering she’d been stroking it with her ass while I played with her pussy.

“Yes.” She arched back against me, pushing my dick further against her ass, my other hand pinching the nipple of one of her tits.

“I think I would like to see you play, baby. But only if I get to play too.”

While the current position was fucking stellar—my hand finger-fucking her while she grinded against my dick with her ass—it wasn’t the easiest position to see. And if she was going to be reaching down and touching herself then I sure as hell wanted to be able to eyeball that.

Not a problem. Just a little maneuvering and we were back to business. The kind where she comes with my cock buried inside her while she fingers herself. I almost couldn’t think about it, the thought alone juicing me up so bad it was making my balls ache.

“Move to the edge of the bed, baby.” Both my dick and my hand protested as I shuffled to the end of the mattress. “I need you over here.” I watched as she moved, her hand sweeping down between her legs as she relocated to where I was. Fucking perfect.

“Legs down.” I planted my feet on the floor and stood up. My hands on her thighs guided her legs to hang off the edge, parting her wide so I could see her slick and ready pussy.

Now I wasn’t so sure that the blowjob was the best way to wake up. I’d say it would be a coin toss as whether that
or
having a beautiful, wet pussy in front of you would be the better way to go. And wasn’t I just the lucky son of a bitch who was getting both.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I watched as her fingers moved a little faster, my dick jerking as my hand made contact. “Wow, baby, you’re so wet.”

Automatically, I sunk to my knees, my mouth on her as she continued to play. My tongue fucked her, getting coated in all she had to offer as it moved in and out of her.

She moaned, her ass lifting off the bed as her fingers moved faster, her hips bucking against my face while I kept up my assault. She tasted amazing, thick and sweet like honey and I couldn’t get enough, pushing my tongue deeper into her.

“M-a-x.” My name broken down into three syllables, arching her back as she moaned, my dick begging to get in the game.

I could have stayed down there and been a very happy man. Have her come on my face while she rubbed that beautiful pussy of hers, but my cock wasn’t down with that plan. He had been bouncing all around doing the pick-me-coach-pick-me since we started this game, and I wasn’t able to hold him off any longer.

My feet gripped the floor as I moved up the bed, my hard-on in my hand as I rubbed it against her. Her fingers alternated between touching me and touching herself, all slick and sticky with each delicious pass.

“You ready for me?” Because I needed inside of her in the worst possible way.

“Yes.” She guided me to where she wanted me to be, the directions not necessary as I pushed in deep, the contact making her come hard against my dick.

“Oh yeah.” I pumped, her tight pussy gripping me hard as I thrust in and out of her feeling every single pulse traveling along the length of my dick. “That feels so fucking good.”

So. Good.

“Come for me.” Her hips got in time with mine as I continued to pump, my balls drawing up tight as I got close. “I want you to come all over my breasts.”

Correction.

That was pretty much all I needed and I was going to come.

I pulled out just in time, my dick jerking in my hand as my jizz spilled onto her beautiful tits, her hands spreading it across her skin.

Fuck the blowjob.

That was a thousand times better.

It was with a sick sense of satisfaction that I looked at her, her hands sticky both from me and from her, and I don’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier. Fuck
PornHub
, I had all the spank bank material I needed for the rest of my life.

“You like that?” I climbed onto the bed, watching her shuffle back up the mattress, her hands still on her tits.

“I loved that.” She couldn’t even hide the grin. I liked seeing her happy, and knowing I had something to do with it. Oh, and PS. we were both going to need a shower.

“See, aren’t you glad you didn’t go for your
run
?” Like there had been any danger of that, my plans for her not even close to being done.

“Fine, I’ll admit your idea was better.” She rolled her eyes. “I guess I’m still technically getting a work out.”

“You bet your non-jiggly ass you are.”

***

So, no surprise, there was shower sex.

Yep, who didn’t see that happening?

Not that it had started that way but you put the two of us into a small, wet confined space with some soap and it was bound to happen. It was actually efficient of us if you really think about it. Getting clean
while
getting busy. It was a how-to in time saving. Not to mention it made the washing up infinitely more interesting.

When we finally got out of the shower, I bent a little on the staying in bed rule. She wanted to make sure her roommate hadn’t actually died through the night like she threatened, and wanted a fresh set of clothes to change into. So, she headed to her apartment while I got dressed, deciding we were going to need breakfast. Or possibly lunch, considering I wasn’t sure what time it was. In any case, both of us were starving. The ten million calories we burned might have had something to do with it, or maybe it was that we both hadn’t eaten since yesterday, but refueling was critical.

I hadn’t done much food shopping since moving in, so eating in wasn’t an option. Which sucked because being out in public meant I had to keep my hands to myself. Not because I was worried about some asshole snapping our picture—couldn’t give a fuck who saw us together—it was more about me not wanting to risk a public indecency charge. Now that I was allowed to touch her, I was having a hard time not to.