Title: Badd Business
Author: Jdarko23
Email: pphamily21@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Zero affiliations with Roswell. Title belongs to Phantom Planet. Idea taken Erin McCarthy's Hard Drive. No infringement intended.
Rating: ADULT
Category: M/L AU
Summary: Zero aliens. Max catches Liz with a steamy email and coaxes her to give him a chance.
Author's Note: Story jumps from Liz's POV to Max's POV. Hope you guys enjoy!
Part 1
Liz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“I want to lick your wet pussy....”
My body stiffens as I hear the husky voice hovering over my shoulder. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I pray that it isn’t who I think it is. Please Lord, have mercy on my perverted soul.
“I want to make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Let lighting strike me now!
It is of course who I think it is. The last person on earth that I would ever let know that I read dirty emails. Someone out there really has it out for me.
A slow chuckle tickles my ear and I feel the heat creeping up into my face.
“So this is why you’re always glued to your computer screen.” He flicks the end of my long hair, his finger delicately caressing the length.
“And here I thought you were slaving away just like the rest of us.”
The smugness in his voice is what brings my spine back into existence. I don’t want him to know that I’m embarrassed as hell at having been caught with explicit emails at work. Quickly reaching out to turn off my monitor, I turn my swivel chair around so that I’m looking in his direction.
I’m almost deterred by his glowing amber eyes, but I won’t let him know how much he gets to me.
“What are you doing here, Max?”
A gorgeous smile slowly curves over his luscious lips as his eyes gives me the once over, lingering on certain parts of my anatomy that makes me want to cover up despite the fact that I’m fully clothed.
Standing up straight, he perches his hip against the side of my desk, making himself comfortable in the confines of my small office, making the tiny space seem infinitely smaller just by his presence.
“Well, I was coming over to ask if I could borrow your stapler,” he reaches over my desk to fondle said stapler, making me wish that I was that cold shiny piece of office material just so that I could feel those hands on me.
A deep rumble erupts from his chest as he notices where my eyes are glued.
“But I have to say, what I read just now is far more interesting than coming over here to borrow office supplies.”
Grabbing the stapler from his caressing hands, I cradle it to my breast as if it were a prized possession.
I narrow my eyes at him as he eyes my breasts with curiosity that would put a cat to shame.
“Hasn’t your mother ever told you it’s rude to creep up behind other people and read their private letters?”
His eyebrows wiggle up and down suggestively.
“Parker, had I known that your emails were that private, I would have crept up behind you sooner.” He cocks an eyebrow that hints at how full of himself he is.
I know I should be pissed and turned off at how pushy he is, but all I can feel is the beginning of wetness between my legs that the email hadn’t been able to produce.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky.”
Looking might pleased with himself, Max crosses his arms as his eyes do a perusal over my body as if trying to commit the image of me sitting here holding on to my stapler for dear life to memory as if I were a playboy centerfold.
Standing up with indignation, I poke him squarely in the chest, surprised at how hard it feels beneath the cotton of his dress shirt. I momentarily stop my poking, finding myself wondering just how sculpted he is without his stuffy shirt and tie on.
My eyes are glued to his pecs as I speak with the enthusiasm of Ben Stein.
“You have some nerve coming in here Evans. What you did was an invasion of privacy and I could report you.”
Tipping up my chin so that I’m looking into his molten stare instead of his hard chest, his lips quirk into a boyish grin that makes my knees knock together.
“But if you do that, then I’d have to tell them that I caught you looking at porn on company time.”
My jaw drops at his words. I feel my lips flapping open and closed as I try to find words to say. But alas, my smart ass tendencies choose this ungodly moment to fail me as he threatens to ruin my position at work.
His eyes soften at my spooked look, his fingers drifting over to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. I’m confused by the sweet gesture when just a second ago he was threatening to have me out on my ass without a job.
“Don’t worry, Liz. I won’t tell the higher ups what you’ve been up to.”
With worry creeping into my voice, I take a step back, only to have him step forward so that his hard body is plastered to my front, making my stomach clench as I feel a certain part of him standing to attention.
I take a gulp of air, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“What do you want in return for your silence?” I whisper.
His face moves closer to mine, his lips a mere breath away from my own as he speaks practically into my mouth.
“A chance to show you how great sex is without the computer.”
TBC
Badd Business (AU,M/L,ADULT) Pt 6 - 07/06/04 [WIP]
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Part 2
Part 2
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“What do you want in return for your silence?”
I try not to let my nervousness show, hoping that my voice doesn’t sound as shaky out loud as it does in my own head.
“A chance to show you how great sex is without the computer.”
I can’t believe that I’m actually being vulgar with Liz Parker, the woman I’ve been secretly been in love with since I transferred into the firm. I’ve been pining after her like a prepubescent teen, teasing her mercilessly instead of letting her know exactly how I feel. I was almost to the point where I was going to start pulling her hair and start running away before she could figure out who did it just so I could show her how much I liked her.
As you can tell, I’m very suave, reverting to playground antics to get Liz to notice me. Which is why I’m as surprised as anyone that I’m actually proposing amazing sex to this goddess.
Don’t get me wrong. The sex would definitely be amazing for me. That I’m pretty sure of. But I’m not so sure I can live up to Liz’s end of the bargain. As much as people around here at work like to think that I’m the quintessential bachelor, the truth is, I’ve only had a handful of girlfriends. And even that is stretching the truth rather thin.
What makes me think that I can offer this beautiful woman mind blowing sex?
“Without the computer, huh?”
Now it’s my turn to let my jaw drop to the ground to collect flies. Is it just my convoluted brain or do I detect a hint of curiosity in her tone?
I want to pump my fist into the air and do a little victory dance for having piqued her interest. But I hold back, instead, trying to play the cool and sexy guy that people have mistaken me to be.
Of it’s own accord, my thumb reaches out to brush her plump bottom lip, wishing it were my lips caressing her luscious lips instead of my fingers.
“Cyber sex is nothing compared to what I can make you feel.”
Woah!
Who the hell is putting these words into my mouth?
Her eyes drift down to my mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, in turn touching the tip of my finger. I hiss at the contact, feeling it all the way to my groin.
I must be hard up if my cock twitches just at the sight of her pink tongue.
“You’re that sure of yourself Evans?”
I try not to groan out loud at her sexy voice. It’s all I can do from shooting my load into my pants, something I haven’t done since I was twelve.
Feeling encouraged by her words, I take a step closer so that her soft belly is cradling my erection. I bite my lip, feeling my hips circling a little so that I can add a little friction to the contact.
Cupping my hands around her jaw, I tip her head up so that she’s looking into my eyes. I lower my head, my tongue unable to wait as it dips to outline the curve of her lips. I feel her shiver against me and I snap.
I move us towards the wall, fitting my hips against her so that she can feel my cock between her legs to throw her off kilter, but it’s me who shudders when I feel her wetness encasing my raging boner.
“You have no idea how good we can be together.”
Liz is panting in my ear even as she spreads her legs wider to allow me to fit even more snugly against her. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven when her hips undulate against mine, her wet core causing a delicious friction against the tightness in my pants.
Her voice catches as she tries to speak.
“I thought.....I...uh.....thought you said it would be great?”
I laugh even though I’mthisclose to cumming in my pants. My large hands grab her hips, teaching her the rhythm that will bring me closer to her aching clit.
She moans, her teeth biting into the soft flesh of her lower lip as she grabs my butt to be bring me closer to her sopping pussy.
“I promise babe, it’s going to be better than great. It’s going to be so amazing, you’ll never have to resort to dirty emails again.”
Her head thumps softly against the wall, panting as the tip of my cock taps her clit in a continuous rhythm.
“Oh yeah?” She parts her mouth, trying to get much needed oxygen into her starved lungs, something I should seriously start considering if I want to keep this up.
“How can you be so sure I’ll like having sex with you better than my so called dirty emails?”
My smile is forced as I continue to dry hump her against the wall, not even the least bit worried that someone could walk in and find us in a very compromising position. This is far worse than being caught looking up porn at work.
“Because,” I say smugly. “We’re only dry humping,” I pause, may hand drifting down to touch her soaked panties as I continue to bump my eager cock to her hot pussy.
“Let me rephrase that, we’re only wet humping, and already I’ve got you so close to orgasm you can barely stand it.”
My eyes bug out of my head figuratively as I hear myself speak. I really don’t know how I’m finding the courage to speak these words out loud. If this weren’t actually happening to me, I’d feel like I was listening to terrible dialogue from a skin flick.
“You cocky son of a bitch!”
I would take offense to her words if her hips weren’t circling against mine as if the world was about to end at any second.
I grab my crotch, giving the package a good squeeze before I slip my digits into her panties, watching as her eyes grow dark, silently encouraging me to continue defiling her in her office.
“I promise, your gonna love my cock.”
With those famous last words, I push my tongue into her mouth, the same exact second as I shove two of my fingers so deep inside her that she whimpers. Snaking my thumb forward, I rub her clit in time with my thrusting fingers, my lips curling into a self assured grin when I feel her wetness drench my hand, her tight walls closing around my fingers as she screams inside my mouth and flies into oblivion.
I continue to pet her slowly as she comes back down to earth, unable to keep myself from licking my fingers, watching her eyes grow wide as I savor her taste.
She grows an even brighter shade of red when I lean down to kiss her.
“You taste spicy.”
Her breathing is loud in the small confines of her office.
Before I can say anything else, the door to her office opens loudly with Liz’s assistant Maria speaking a million miles a minute before she registers that Liz and I have been doing each other instead of doing our work.
“Liz?”
Standing behind Liz, I adjust myself before dropping a kiss on the top of her head, making my way to the door.
My voice is deep and husky when I speak.
“Let me know when you want to teach you how to get things done without the computer.”
I smile like the cocky son of a bitch that Liz called me a few minutes ago when she covers her face with her hands, leaving Maria asking Liz what the hell just what happened between the two of us.
Maybe acting like a playboy isn’t such a bad thing. The only thing I’ve got to worry about is how to finish the end of the day while sporting an erection.
TBC
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“What do you want in return for your silence?”
I try not to let my nervousness show, hoping that my voice doesn’t sound as shaky out loud as it does in my own head.
“A chance to show you how great sex is without the computer.”
I can’t believe that I’m actually being vulgar with Liz Parker, the woman I’ve been secretly been in love with since I transferred into the firm. I’ve been pining after her like a prepubescent teen, teasing her mercilessly instead of letting her know exactly how I feel. I was almost to the point where I was going to start pulling her hair and start running away before she could figure out who did it just so I could show her how much I liked her.
As you can tell, I’m very suave, reverting to playground antics to get Liz to notice me. Which is why I’m as surprised as anyone that I’m actually proposing amazing sex to this goddess.
Don’t get me wrong. The sex would definitely be amazing for me. That I’m pretty sure of. But I’m not so sure I can live up to Liz’s end of the bargain. As much as people around here at work like to think that I’m the quintessential bachelor, the truth is, I’ve only had a handful of girlfriends. And even that is stretching the truth rather thin.
What makes me think that I can offer this beautiful woman mind blowing sex?
“Without the computer, huh?”
Now it’s my turn to let my jaw drop to the ground to collect flies. Is it just my convoluted brain or do I detect a hint of curiosity in her tone?
I want to pump my fist into the air and do a little victory dance for having piqued her interest. But I hold back, instead, trying to play the cool and sexy guy that people have mistaken me to be.
Of it’s own accord, my thumb reaches out to brush her plump bottom lip, wishing it were my lips caressing her luscious lips instead of my fingers.
“Cyber sex is nothing compared to what I can make you feel.”
Woah!
Who the hell is putting these words into my mouth?
Her eyes drift down to my mouth, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, in turn touching the tip of my finger. I hiss at the contact, feeling it all the way to my groin.
I must be hard up if my cock twitches just at the sight of her pink tongue.
“You’re that sure of yourself Evans?”
I try not to groan out loud at her sexy voice. It’s all I can do from shooting my load into my pants, something I haven’t done since I was twelve.
Feeling encouraged by her words, I take a step closer so that her soft belly is cradling my erection. I bite my lip, feeling my hips circling a little so that I can add a little friction to the contact.
Cupping my hands around her jaw, I tip her head up so that she’s looking into my eyes. I lower my head, my tongue unable to wait as it dips to outline the curve of her lips. I feel her shiver against me and I snap.
I move us towards the wall, fitting my hips against her so that she can feel my cock between her legs to throw her off kilter, but it’s me who shudders when I feel her wetness encasing my raging boner.
“You have no idea how good we can be together.”
Liz is panting in my ear even as she spreads her legs wider to allow me to fit even more snugly against her. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven when her hips undulate against mine, her wet core causing a delicious friction against the tightness in my pants.
Her voice catches as she tries to speak.
“I thought.....I...uh.....thought you said it would be great?”
I laugh even though I’mthisclose to cumming in my pants. My large hands grab her hips, teaching her the rhythm that will bring me closer to her aching clit.
She moans, her teeth biting into the soft flesh of her lower lip as she grabs my butt to be bring me closer to her sopping pussy.
“I promise babe, it’s going to be better than great. It’s going to be so amazing, you’ll never have to resort to dirty emails again.”
Her head thumps softly against the wall, panting as the tip of my cock taps her clit in a continuous rhythm.
“Oh yeah?” She parts her mouth, trying to get much needed oxygen into her starved lungs, something I should seriously start considering if I want to keep this up.
“How can you be so sure I’ll like having sex with you better than my so called dirty emails?”
My smile is forced as I continue to dry hump her against the wall, not even the least bit worried that someone could walk in and find us in a very compromising position. This is far worse than being caught looking up porn at work.
“Because,” I say smugly. “We’re only dry humping,” I pause, may hand drifting down to touch her soaked panties as I continue to bump my eager cock to her hot pussy.
“Let me rephrase that, we’re only wet humping, and already I’ve got you so close to orgasm you can barely stand it.”
My eyes bug out of my head figuratively as I hear myself speak. I really don’t know how I’m finding the courage to speak these words out loud. If this weren’t actually happening to me, I’d feel like I was listening to terrible dialogue from a skin flick.
“You cocky son of a bitch!”
I would take offense to her words if her hips weren’t circling against mine as if the world was about to end at any second.
I grab my crotch, giving the package a good squeeze before I slip my digits into her panties, watching as her eyes grow dark, silently encouraging me to continue defiling her in her office.
“I promise, your gonna love my cock.”
With those famous last words, I push my tongue into her mouth, the same exact second as I shove two of my fingers so deep inside her that she whimpers. Snaking my thumb forward, I rub her clit in time with my thrusting fingers, my lips curling into a self assured grin when I feel her wetness drench my hand, her tight walls closing around my fingers as she screams inside my mouth and flies into oblivion.
I continue to pet her slowly as she comes back down to earth, unable to keep myself from licking my fingers, watching her eyes grow wide as I savor her taste.
She grows an even brighter shade of red when I lean down to kiss her.
“You taste spicy.”
Her breathing is loud in the small confines of her office.
Before I can say anything else, the door to her office opens loudly with Liz’s assistant Maria speaking a million miles a minute before she registers that Liz and I have been doing each other instead of doing our work.
“Liz?”
Standing behind Liz, I adjust myself before dropping a kiss on the top of her head, making my way to the door.
My voice is deep and husky when I speak.
“Let me know when you want to teach you how to get things done without the computer.”
I smile like the cocky son of a bitch that Liz called me a few minutes ago when she covers her face with her hands, leaving Maria asking Liz what the hell just what happened between the two of us.
Maybe acting like a playboy isn’t such a bad thing. The only thing I’ve got to worry about is how to finish the end of the day while sporting an erection.
TBC
Part 3
Part 3
Liz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear Lord, I’m a naughty hoe!
That’s the only explanation I have to explain why my panties are uncomfortably drenched. Damn Max Evans and his skilled fingers.
He’s an arrogant jerk if he thinks that he can just offer me great sex.
Yeah right! Like I totally didn‘t love the fact that he took matters into his hands.
He has some cajones to think that I’m that kind of girl. But damn if I didn’t like how he got things done. I know I should be worried about what people will think if this gets around the office, but the only thing I can think about is how Max left my office without getting some release.
As ridiculous as it sounds, I feel guilty that I couldn’t do something more for him, even though I know what we did was wrong.
So wrong on so many levels.
But if it was so wrong, how come I wanna do it all over again?
I want to bang my head against my table, hoping that the ground would open up and swallow me and spit me into the fires of hell. That’s right, that’s where I deserve to go. That’s where naughty girls end up.
“Uh, Liz? I’m still here, remember?”
Maria waves her hand in front of my face as if I have dementia. Like I could actually forget that she was here. She’s the reason why I didn’t fuck Max’s brains out.
I cover my mouth at my dirty thoughts. I know I didn’t speak them out loud, but my thoughts are so crass, I feel like everyone knows exactly what I’m thinking.
I sigh heavily.
“Yes, Maria. I haven’t forgotten that you’re here.” I mutter to myself. “How the hell could I, you have excellent timing.”
Maria frowns. “What did you say?”
I shake my head, attempting to straighten my skirt. “What can I do for you, Maria?”
Maria has never been known for her discretion. Pulling out a seat without my invitation, she rests her elbows on my desk as she perches her chin on her open palm.
“What the hell just happened between you and Max Evans?”
I groan, not wanting to get into this conversation when I’m not exactly sure exactly what happened between me and Max.
“ Maria,” I warn. She’s my assistant, but she’s also my best friend. As much as I would like to share the goods, I’m still not quite sure what I’m going to do about Max’s offer.
“Don’t Maria me.” She reaches over and flicks my nose. “Just because you’re my boss at work, it doesn’t mean you can act all hoighty toighty on me. Something happened between you and ‘Mr. I’m Packing in my Pants Evans’ and I want to know about it. ”
I flush at her words, knowing first hand just how much Max Evans was packing inside those dress pants.
“We are not having this conversation here.” I stand up on shaky legs and promptly push Maria forcibly out of my office. “I’ll call you later okay?”
With that, I close the door in her face before she can get a word out, hearing a few curses as she walks away. I take relieved breath, only to be startled by my phone ringing. Hurrying to my desk, I try for a professional voice despite the fact that I’ve been nothing but unprofessional today. First the dirty email, then the bump and grind with Max, What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like I’m in heat.
“Liz Evans.”
I’m greeted by a chuckle on the other end.
“I didn’t know I was that great. You’re already trying my last name on for size Parker?”
I shriek when I realize it’s Max, cowering under my desk when I realize my Freudian slip.
Why don’t I just post a neon sign on my head saying IDIOT?
“Shut up!”
Max just continues to chuckle into the phone, the sound making me smile even though I’m still pissed off at his earlier comment.
“See, that sounds more like the Liz Parker I know. Although, I have to say that Liz Evans has a nice ring to it.”
He really needs to stop saying such things, otherwise I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
“What do you want, Max?”
His voice is rough on the other end, his answer short and simple.
“You.”
I try to revert to my sarcasm, the only thing that has gotten me this far in life.
“Very funny, Max.”
His tone changes, almost as if he’s angry. “Nothing is funny except for that email.”
“Max,”
“Don’t deny that you didn’t like having my hands on you.”
I have to agree with him there, for I did enjoy being fondled by his large hands.
“I won’t.”
I can almost hear the smile in his voice, making me smile myself. I really have it bad for this man.
“Good, because you’d be a liar if you denied it.”
“Max, I have to admit that I enjoyed our,” I fumble to find the right word. “encounter, but it can’t ever happen again.”
His response is quick, his anger evident in his heated voice. “Why the hell not? You liked it, hell, I loved it. What’s wrong with two consenting adults indulging in adult activities?”
I contemplate his words, wondering what exactly was keeping me from jumping this man’s bones. He was willing, and sure as hell proved to be very easy.
No, no! My logical brain screams.
“We can’t. We’re co-workers. It’s against company policy to date the people you work with.”
I quickly realize my blunder. “Not that we’re dating or anything, but what we did was still against company policy,” I finish in a rush.
I really wish the ground would just hurry up and swallow me.
His voice is soothing against my ear. “Yeah and so is looking at porn on company time. But if it means that much to you, then I’ll turn in my resignation this afternoon.”
“WHAT?”
I can only imagine him holding the phone away from his ear as I shout.
“You will do no such thing. The sex can’t be that important to you.”
“It’s not.”
“Oh,” my heart deflates and I find myself sinking further under my table.
“But you are. I know this is going to sound stalkerish, but I can’t stay away from you. I need to be with you again Liz.”
The way that boy just emphasized the word need sends a charged bolt down to my core.
Am I easy or what?
“Max,” I whisper. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but already I’m falling deeper and deeper.
“Just give me a chance, Liz. Give me one date and if you don’t like me then I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
But don’t you see, you silly boy? I don’t want you to leave me alone. I want to be in your personal space, invading you until you can’t breathe.
“One date Liz. It’s all I ask.”
He pauses before reverting to his dirty tricks. “Besides, I did give you a mid day orgasm. The least you could do is go out with me.”
The jerk!
I grit my response past my clenched teeth.
“Fine! One date, Evans.”
I’m such a liar. Like I totally despise the idea of going out with Max. Well, buddy boy better be ready because payback hasn’t met a bitch like me yet.
TBC
Liz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dear Lord, I’m a naughty hoe!
That’s the only explanation I have to explain why my panties are uncomfortably drenched. Damn Max Evans and his skilled fingers.
He’s an arrogant jerk if he thinks that he can just offer me great sex.
Yeah right! Like I totally didn‘t love the fact that he took matters into his hands.
He has some cajones to think that I’m that kind of girl. But damn if I didn’t like how he got things done. I know I should be worried about what people will think if this gets around the office, but the only thing I can think about is how Max left my office without getting some release.
As ridiculous as it sounds, I feel guilty that I couldn’t do something more for him, even though I know what we did was wrong.
So wrong on so many levels.
But if it was so wrong, how come I wanna do it all over again?
I want to bang my head against my table, hoping that the ground would open up and swallow me and spit me into the fires of hell. That’s right, that’s where I deserve to go. That’s where naughty girls end up.
“Uh, Liz? I’m still here, remember?”
Maria waves her hand in front of my face as if I have dementia. Like I could actually forget that she was here. She’s the reason why I didn’t fuck Max’s brains out.
I cover my mouth at my dirty thoughts. I know I didn’t speak them out loud, but my thoughts are so crass, I feel like everyone knows exactly what I’m thinking.
I sigh heavily.
“Yes, Maria. I haven’t forgotten that you’re here.” I mutter to myself. “How the hell could I, you have excellent timing.”
Maria frowns. “What did you say?”
I shake my head, attempting to straighten my skirt. “What can I do for you, Maria?”
Maria has never been known for her discretion. Pulling out a seat without my invitation, she rests her elbows on my desk as she perches her chin on her open palm.
“What the hell just happened between you and Max Evans?”
I groan, not wanting to get into this conversation when I’m not exactly sure exactly what happened between me and Max.
“ Maria,” I warn. She’s my assistant, but she’s also my best friend. As much as I would like to share the goods, I’m still not quite sure what I’m going to do about Max’s offer.
“Don’t Maria me.” She reaches over and flicks my nose. “Just because you’re my boss at work, it doesn’t mean you can act all hoighty toighty on me. Something happened between you and ‘Mr. I’m Packing in my Pants Evans’ and I want to know about it. ”
I flush at her words, knowing first hand just how much Max Evans was packing inside those dress pants.
“We are not having this conversation here.” I stand up on shaky legs and promptly push Maria forcibly out of my office. “I’ll call you later okay?”
With that, I close the door in her face before she can get a word out, hearing a few curses as she walks away. I take relieved breath, only to be startled by my phone ringing. Hurrying to my desk, I try for a professional voice despite the fact that I’ve been nothing but unprofessional today. First the dirty email, then the bump and grind with Max, What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like I’m in heat.
“Liz Evans.”
I’m greeted by a chuckle on the other end.
“I didn’t know I was that great. You’re already trying my last name on for size Parker?”
I shriek when I realize it’s Max, cowering under my desk when I realize my Freudian slip.
Why don’t I just post a neon sign on my head saying IDIOT?
“Shut up!”
Max just continues to chuckle into the phone, the sound making me smile even though I’m still pissed off at his earlier comment.
“See, that sounds more like the Liz Parker I know. Although, I have to say that Liz Evans has a nice ring to it.”
He really needs to stop saying such things, otherwise I won’t be held responsible for my actions.
“What do you want, Max?”
His voice is rough on the other end, his answer short and simple.
“You.”
I try to revert to my sarcasm, the only thing that has gotten me this far in life.
“Very funny, Max.”
His tone changes, almost as if he’s angry. “Nothing is funny except for that email.”
“Max,”
“Don’t deny that you didn’t like having my hands on you.”
I have to agree with him there, for I did enjoy being fondled by his large hands.
“I won’t.”
I can almost hear the smile in his voice, making me smile myself. I really have it bad for this man.
“Good, because you’d be a liar if you denied it.”
“Max, I have to admit that I enjoyed our,” I fumble to find the right word. “encounter, but it can’t ever happen again.”
His response is quick, his anger evident in his heated voice. “Why the hell not? You liked it, hell, I loved it. What’s wrong with two consenting adults indulging in adult activities?”
I contemplate his words, wondering what exactly was keeping me from jumping this man’s bones. He was willing, and sure as hell proved to be very easy.
No, no! My logical brain screams.
“We can’t. We’re co-workers. It’s against company policy to date the people you work with.”
I quickly realize my blunder. “Not that we’re dating or anything, but what we did was still against company policy,” I finish in a rush.
I really wish the ground would just hurry up and swallow me.
His voice is soothing against my ear. “Yeah and so is looking at porn on company time. But if it means that much to you, then I’ll turn in my resignation this afternoon.”
“WHAT?”
I can only imagine him holding the phone away from his ear as I shout.
“You will do no such thing. The sex can’t be that important to you.”
“It’s not.”
“Oh,” my heart deflates and I find myself sinking further under my table.
“But you are. I know this is going to sound stalkerish, but I can’t stay away from you. I need to be with you again Liz.”
The way that boy just emphasized the word need sends a charged bolt down to my core.
Am I easy or what?
“Max,” I whisper. I don’t know what game he’s playing, but already I’m falling deeper and deeper.
“Just give me a chance, Liz. Give me one date and if you don’t like me then I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”
But don’t you see, you silly boy? I don’t want you to leave me alone. I want to be in your personal space, invading you until you can’t breathe.
“One date Liz. It’s all I ask.”
He pauses before reverting to his dirty tricks. “Besides, I did give you a mid day orgasm. The least you could do is go out with me.”
The jerk!
I grit my response past my clenched teeth.
“Fine! One date, Evans.”
I’m such a liar. Like I totally despise the idea of going out with Max. Well, buddy boy better be ready because payback hasn’t met a bitch like me yet.
TBC
Part 4
Part 4
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trying to get through the rest of the day was absolute torture. Ever since Liz agreed to go out with me, I’ve been unable to concentrate on anything other than getting the chance to spend time with her and getting her to fall in love with me.
It’s a daunting task, but I’ve got to try, right?
I can’t continue being the guy sitting on the sidelines watching as life passes him by. This is my chance with Liz. I can’t blow it.
Staring down at my lap, I curse my perpetual hard on.
Down boy.
This damn thing has been rock hard ever since I’ve left the office. I’d try and relieve myself, but I doubt it would do me any good. I’ve wanting Liz for a long time now. Now that I’ve had a taste, chocking the chicken just isn’t going to cut it anymore.
Running the last few steps up to my apartment, I burst through the door as if I were a football player trying to score a touchdown. I kick the door behind me, stripping off my clothes on my way to the shower.
I almost trip over my own feet as I try and untangle my boxers from my ankles, meanwhile turning on the shower to cold. {i]Extremely cold[/i].
I stare at my cock, it’s angry head glaring at me for not paying any attention to it. The damn thing is daring me to take hold of it and take care of business.
I have a couple of options.
Number one, I take care of business now and relieve the tension before my date with Liz. My second option is to take this cold shower and try not to drill any holes in my walls with my dick before my date.
Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Liz
Standing outside Max’s apartment, I fell a little bit like a stalker.
I’ve been here for the last ten minutes and haven’t even tried the bell. However I did walk around the building to see what kind of place he lives in.
I know he said to meet after work, but I had to go home and get freshened up first. I don’t want to be early and at the same time, I don’t want to be late. I’ve waited and dreamed for an opportunity like this that I don’t want to miss out on what Max Evans is offering.
I’m not going to delude myself into thinking that he wants a committed relationship. I realize that Max isn’t the settling type. And the truth is, I don’t see myself settling down anytime soon. I want to be with someone who has goals. I don’t want to have to support my significant other.
I’m pretty sure that Max doesn’t think long term, only worrying about the here and now. I envy him. I’ve always been the geek with the ten year plan. And look at what I’ve been missing in the meantime.
Awesome Sex!
Technically, Max and I haven’t had sex. I blush to myself, my mind screaming “LIAR”. Although he wasn’t inside me in the conventional sense, Max was more intimate with me than any other man I’ve ever been with. The truth is, that was the first time I climaxed to someone else’s hand. And boy was it amazing.
I have to squeeze my thighs shut, hoping to taper down the intense feelings that thinking about Max Evans invokes inside me.
Taking a deep breath, I push my finger to the door bell, waiting impatiently for Max to open the door. As much as I’m tickled pink that Max wants to go out on a date, I kind of want to move further in our relationship.
In layman's terms, I just want to fuck his brains out!
I have never been this horny.
After trying the bell a couple of more times, I knock on the door.
Nothing.
I hope he didn’t change his mind.
As I try to knock one last time, I notice that the door is slightly ajar. Pushing it open with my foot, I call out to announce my entrance.
“Max? It’s me Liz. Your door is open.”
When I don’t get a response, I step inside and close the door behind me. I try calling out to him again, walking further into the room, only to trip over an article of clothing.
Typical male having all of his clothes on the floor.
After untangling my sandals from said article of clothing, my face burns crimson red when I realize what it is that I’m holding.
Max Evans’ boxers!
The heat continues down to my neck when the sound of the shower finally registers in my ears.
Oh dear Lord! Max Evans is naked and taking a shower!
An image of his hard body standing under the hot spray, rivulets of water sluicing down his rippled muscles causes me to gasp. I’m still daydreaming about how he would look naked when I hear a groan coming from the direction of the bathroom.
My mother hen instincts kick in and I hurry to the bathroom to see if Max is hurt. I hope to God he didn’t slip and crack his head open.
As I run to the bathroom, I stand frozen at the open door, my mouth hitting the ground at the image of Max in his clear glass shower.
It’s too damn early for Cinemax!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
With one hand on the wall for support and the other gripping my dick, I let out a groan of satisfaction.
I’m coiled up too tight.
Sliding my hand down to the tip of my cock, I squeeze the head, spreading the white liquid all over the bulbous head before reaching for my liquid soap.
Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?
I pour a liberal amount into my open palms before capturing my eager cock, My grip is tight, my hand large. But I imagine that it’s Liz’s hands on me, not my own. Her hands tiny and delicate.
With liquid soap and water sliding down my body, it’s difficult to get a firm grip on my dick, so with my hips I start thrusting, imaging that I’m pumping into Liz’s tight hole.
My head falls back, my mouth opening on a deep moan. I close my fist tighter, trying to recreate the tightness of Liz’s pussy.
That thought alone almost makes me cum, but I’ve been this way for hours, I might as well make it worth my while.
“Liz....Liz.....that’s right baby....”
My hips are thrusting so hard that my balls hit the back of my hand with every down stroke.
“Jesus, Liz....mmmm....you’re so tight,” I groan, continuing to pound my own flesh as if I were about to join a monastery tomorrow.
“That’s it baby just a little more.....”
With my other hand, I play with the slit on the head of my, causing me to jerk my load down the drain.
“Ah fuck!”
I’m so drained that I have to lean against the shower stall for a second, hoping to catch my breath.
But when I look up, I startled to see my own personal voyeur.
“Liz?”
TBC
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trying to get through the rest of the day was absolute torture. Ever since Liz agreed to go out with me, I’ve been unable to concentrate on anything other than getting the chance to spend time with her and getting her to fall in love with me.
It’s a daunting task, but I’ve got to try, right?
I can’t continue being the guy sitting on the sidelines watching as life passes him by. This is my chance with Liz. I can’t blow it.
Staring down at my lap, I curse my perpetual hard on.
Down boy.
This damn thing has been rock hard ever since I’ve left the office. I’d try and relieve myself, but I doubt it would do me any good. I’ve wanting Liz for a long time now. Now that I’ve had a taste, chocking the chicken just isn’t going to cut it anymore.
Running the last few steps up to my apartment, I burst through the door as if I were a football player trying to score a touchdown. I kick the door behind me, stripping off my clothes on my way to the shower.
I almost trip over my own feet as I try and untangle my boxers from my ankles, meanwhile turning on the shower to cold. {i]Extremely cold[/i].
I stare at my cock, it’s angry head glaring at me for not paying any attention to it. The damn thing is daring me to take hold of it and take care of business.
I have a couple of options.
Number one, I take care of business now and relieve the tension before my date with Liz. My second option is to take this cold shower and try not to drill any holes in my walls with my dick before my date.
Hmmm. Decisions, decisions.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Liz
Standing outside Max’s apartment, I fell a little bit like a stalker.
I’ve been here for the last ten minutes and haven’t even tried the bell. However I did walk around the building to see what kind of place he lives in.
I know he said to meet after work, but I had to go home and get freshened up first. I don’t want to be early and at the same time, I don’t want to be late. I’ve waited and dreamed for an opportunity like this that I don’t want to miss out on what Max Evans is offering.
I’m not going to delude myself into thinking that he wants a committed relationship. I realize that Max isn’t the settling type. And the truth is, I don’t see myself settling down anytime soon. I want to be with someone who has goals. I don’t want to have to support my significant other.
I’m pretty sure that Max doesn’t think long term, only worrying about the here and now. I envy him. I’ve always been the geek with the ten year plan. And look at what I’ve been missing in the meantime.
Awesome Sex!
Technically, Max and I haven’t had sex. I blush to myself, my mind screaming “LIAR”. Although he wasn’t inside me in the conventional sense, Max was more intimate with me than any other man I’ve ever been with. The truth is, that was the first time I climaxed to someone else’s hand. And boy was it amazing.
I have to squeeze my thighs shut, hoping to taper down the intense feelings that thinking about Max Evans invokes inside me.
Taking a deep breath, I push my finger to the door bell, waiting impatiently for Max to open the door. As much as I’m tickled pink that Max wants to go out on a date, I kind of want to move further in our relationship.
In layman's terms, I just want to fuck his brains out!
I have never been this horny.
After trying the bell a couple of more times, I knock on the door.
Nothing.
I hope he didn’t change his mind.
As I try to knock one last time, I notice that the door is slightly ajar. Pushing it open with my foot, I call out to announce my entrance.
“Max? It’s me Liz. Your door is open.”
When I don’t get a response, I step inside and close the door behind me. I try calling out to him again, walking further into the room, only to trip over an article of clothing.
Typical male having all of his clothes on the floor.
After untangling my sandals from said article of clothing, my face burns crimson red when I realize what it is that I’m holding.
Max Evans’ boxers!
The heat continues down to my neck when the sound of the shower finally registers in my ears.
Oh dear Lord! Max Evans is naked and taking a shower!
An image of his hard body standing under the hot spray, rivulets of water sluicing down his rippled muscles causes me to gasp. I’m still daydreaming about how he would look naked when I hear a groan coming from the direction of the bathroom.
My mother hen instincts kick in and I hurry to the bathroom to see if Max is hurt. I hope to God he didn’t slip and crack his head open.
As I run to the bathroom, I stand frozen at the open door, my mouth hitting the ground at the image of Max in his clear glass shower.
It’s too damn early for Cinemax!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
With one hand on the wall for support and the other gripping my dick, I let out a groan of satisfaction.
I’m coiled up too tight.
Sliding my hand down to the tip of my cock, I squeeze the head, spreading the white liquid all over the bulbous head before reaching for my liquid soap.
Might as well kill two birds with one stone, right?
I pour a liberal amount into my open palms before capturing my eager cock, My grip is tight, my hand large. But I imagine that it’s Liz’s hands on me, not my own. Her hands tiny and delicate.
With liquid soap and water sliding down my body, it’s difficult to get a firm grip on my dick, so with my hips I start thrusting, imaging that I’m pumping into Liz’s tight hole.
My head falls back, my mouth opening on a deep moan. I close my fist tighter, trying to recreate the tightness of Liz’s pussy.
That thought alone almost makes me cum, but I’ve been this way for hours, I might as well make it worth my while.
“Liz....Liz.....that’s right baby....”
My hips are thrusting so hard that my balls hit the back of my hand with every down stroke.
“Jesus, Liz....mmmm....you’re so tight,” I groan, continuing to pound my own flesh as if I were about to join a monastery tomorrow.
“That’s it baby just a little more.....”
With my other hand, I play with the slit on the head of my, causing me to jerk my load down the drain.
“Ah fuck!”
I’m so drained that I have to lean against the shower stall for a second, hoping to catch my breath.
But when I look up, I startled to see my own personal voyeur.
“Liz?”
TBC
Part 5
Part 5
Liz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Liz?”
Funny how different my name sounds on his lips when he’s climaxing. I shiver with the image, thinking how incredible it was to watch Max cum to his own hands while envisioning me. It’s definitely an ego booster.
I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning broadly. I know I’m completely pathetic for being so happy at this little revelation. At the least I should be ashamed for having stayed for the whole event rather than leaving when I realized exactly what was going on. But deep down inside I guess I am a pervert. The thought of a naked Max Evans was too be big of an opportunity to pass up.
I swear, I was just going to take a little peak. But could anyone really blame me for having stayed as long as I did? I think not. I was just stupid enough to get caught.
I try to get my mouth to work, but I find myself convulsively swallowing just to make my throat work.
“I tried your door bell but you didn’t answer. The door was open and I was worried so I came in to check if you were alright.”
Can I sound anymore ridiculous? Isn’t this how stalkers start out?
Suddenly, I have to take a step back when Max opens the shower door, stepping out from the steam filled chamber. I’m very disappointed when he grabs a towel, drying off as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“You were worried about me?”
I know it’s stupid, but he sort of sounds mildly touched.
Nodding my head like a dummy, I just go with the motions trying not to say the wrong thing.
But instead of saying the wrong thing, I do the wrong thing by letting my eyes drift down to his sculpted chest, thinking that he must have been carved from stone. He would definitely make Michaelangelo’s David jealous.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
She was worried about me.
I know I should be more concerned over the fact that I was caught red handed so to speak. Here I am, jacking off, imaging that I was fucking Liz and she catches me in the act.
But I’m a sick bastard because my damn cock was obviously not satisfied by my own hands. Seeing Liz here just makes it stand proudly as if I hadn’t just man handled the damn thing.
I was embarrassed, hoping to God that I could explain my way out of my little faux pas, but seeing Liz’s eyes literally devouring me as I dry off has my mind drifting.
Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Obviously, I’ve caught her attention. Judging from where here eyes are riveted right now, my dick is one happy guy, gushing with all of the attention.
All of her staring is exciting, but a little bit intimidating. She doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that she’s measuring me up. Hopefully she doesn’t find me lacking.
Learning from earlier experience that getting Liz in a tizzy fit is enjoyable experience, I goad her.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Liz
The nerve!
Damn me for not having my digital camera in my purse!
“I beg your pardon?” I try to hide behind a prissy attitude, but with the way Max’s amber eyes are twinkling, I know I’m going to get myself into a lot of hot water tonight.
He winks at me, as he finishes toweling off. Instead of tying the damn thing around his waist like I expect him to, he surprises me by moving towards me in the buff.
I silently thank the heavens that Max is a bit of an exhibitionist. I’m definitely storing these images into the hard drive of my memory.
“I don’t my that you’re looking.”
He reaches me and my feet are glued to the spot, not that I really want to move to another place. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear, his fingers playing at the silky strands. My heart does a weird loopy thing at his gesture. I’ve convinced myself that he’s just in it to get me into bed, but the reverent way his looking at me combined with his gentle touch and his deep inhalation of my shampoo tell me something different.
I try not to dwell on it, because if I do, I know I’ll end up getting hurt. It wouldn’t be Max’s fault. I’ve known from the start what kind of guy he was. It would be my own for falling in love with this player. He’s just here to offer me amazing sex, and damn it if I won’t jump at the chance.
If he wants to play with fire, I think it’s time I grab my matches.
Biting my lip, I reach forward to gently touch his chest, my stomach churning when he jumps, his eyes closing as if in ecstasy.
“Do you mind if I touch you?”
He shakes his head, his forehead dropping against mine as he grabs my hand, so tiny in comparison to his own.
“Please touch me.”
His voice has dropped a few octaves, giving me goose pimples, my heart thundering against my chest as he slowly leads my shaking hand to his straining cock.
We both let out mutual moans of relief when I hold him in my palm. He’s so hot, so silky smooth. I bite my lip when I trace the tip of his cock, thinking oddly how it’s shaped like a mushroom.
He lets go of my hand, his hands cupping my face as he brings me in for a torrid kiss, his tongue invading my mouth. I moan into his mouth, my hand absently squeezing the head of his dick, eliciting a groan of excitement from him.
His kisses take on fervor, my hand moving at it’s own accord as I begin to trace him from root to tip, my fingers playing at coarse hair framing his penis, my other hand gently weighing his balls. I smile against his lips, loving how his hips are pumping wildly, encouraging my hands.
But before I can have my fun, Max pulls away from me wildly, his eyes taking on a dangerous look before lifting me against his body and carrying out of the bathroom.
He mumbles an apology, but I’m beginning to feel too light headed to really hear what he’s saying.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
I know I’m a complete dick.
Literally.
I had the whole night planned out. I was going to wine and dine Liz, show her that I was something more than a random guy with a twig and a couple of berries. But she foiled my plan.
Now I can’t stop myself from carrying her to my room even if I wanted to. Her simple touch has thrown me over the deep end and I can’t think straight.
All I know is that I have to be inside her.
Aligning my dick against her center as I walk I whisper heatedly into her mouth as I try to consume her breath.
“I have to have you Liz. You make me crazy. I feel like I’m dying.”
She just nods, her hands playing at the hair on my nape, her mouth dragging softly over my chin, down to suck on my Adam’s apple. Setting her on the bed, I kneel over her, my hands spreading her thighs open as I start stripping her.
I know I should work on some foreplay, but feeling her wetness with my fingers, I know she’s right there with me. I pinch and pull at her nipples as I get her naked, a tight smile forming on my lips as her head falls back, her mouth opening on a sigh.
I reach over her to my night stand, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. To my surprise, Liz grabs it from my hand, reaching between us to roll it on me. I watch in fascination as her brow creases in concentration, her pink tongue peaking out as she tentatively rolls the latex over my engorged flesh.
I’m ready to die in heaven. Her hands are a little clumsy as she sheaths me with the rubber, but I enjoy it nonetheless. It’s almost as if she’s deliberately teasing me.
But I’ve had enough of teasing.
Pushing her hand away, I roll the condom on the rest of the way, whispering an apology as I lean over her, grabbing a couple of pillows to prop up her hips.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait.”
And with that, I sink myself to the hilt, groaning my satisfaction. My hips freeze when I feel her tense beneath me, my body shaking inwardly when I break through her membrane.
Feelings of confusion cloud my brain, Surely I’m mistaken. This can’t be.
“Liz?”
TBC
Liz
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Liz?”
Funny how different my name sounds on his lips when he’s climaxing. I shiver with the image, thinking how incredible it was to watch Max cum to his own hands while envisioning me. It’s definitely an ego booster.
I have to bite my lip to keep from grinning broadly. I know I’m completely pathetic for being so happy at this little revelation. At the least I should be ashamed for having stayed for the whole event rather than leaving when I realized exactly what was going on. But deep down inside I guess I am a pervert. The thought of a naked Max Evans was too be big of an opportunity to pass up.
I swear, I was just going to take a little peak. But could anyone really blame me for having stayed as long as I did? I think not. I was just stupid enough to get caught.
I try to get my mouth to work, but I find myself convulsively swallowing just to make my throat work.
“I tried your door bell but you didn’t answer. The door was open and I was worried so I came in to check if you were alright.”
Can I sound anymore ridiculous? Isn’t this how stalkers start out?
Suddenly, I have to take a step back when Max opens the shower door, stepping out from the steam filled chamber. I’m very disappointed when he grabs a towel, drying off as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“You were worried about me?”
I know it’s stupid, but he sort of sounds mildly touched.
Nodding my head like a dummy, I just go with the motions trying not to say the wrong thing.
But instead of saying the wrong thing, I do the wrong thing by letting my eyes drift down to his sculpted chest, thinking that he must have been carved from stone. He would definitely make Michaelangelo’s David jealous.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
She was worried about me.
I know I should be more concerned over the fact that I was caught red handed so to speak. Here I am, jacking off, imaging that I was fucking Liz and she catches me in the act.
But I’m a sick bastard because my damn cock was obviously not satisfied by my own hands. Seeing Liz here just makes it stand proudly as if I hadn’t just man handled the damn thing.
I was embarrassed, hoping to God that I could explain my way out of my little faux pas, but seeing Liz’s eyes literally devouring me as I dry off has my mind drifting.
Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Obviously, I’ve caught her attention. Judging from where here eyes are riveted right now, my dick is one happy guy, gushing with all of the attention.
All of her staring is exciting, but a little bit intimidating. She doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that she’s measuring me up. Hopefully she doesn’t find me lacking.
Learning from earlier experience that getting Liz in a tizzy fit is enjoyable experience, I goad her.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Liz
The nerve!
Damn me for not having my digital camera in my purse!
“I beg your pardon?” I try to hide behind a prissy attitude, but with the way Max’s amber eyes are twinkling, I know I’m going to get myself into a lot of hot water tonight.
He winks at me, as he finishes toweling off. Instead of tying the damn thing around his waist like I expect him to, he surprises me by moving towards me in the buff.
I silently thank the heavens that Max is a bit of an exhibitionist. I’m definitely storing these images into the hard drive of my memory.
“I don’t my that you’re looking.”
He reaches me and my feet are glued to the spot, not that I really want to move to another place. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear, his fingers playing at the silky strands. My heart does a weird loopy thing at his gesture. I’ve convinced myself that he’s just in it to get me into bed, but the reverent way his looking at me combined with his gentle touch and his deep inhalation of my shampoo tell me something different.
I try not to dwell on it, because if I do, I know I’ll end up getting hurt. It wouldn’t be Max’s fault. I’ve known from the start what kind of guy he was. It would be my own for falling in love with this player. He’s just here to offer me amazing sex, and damn it if I won’t jump at the chance.
If he wants to play with fire, I think it’s time I grab my matches.
Biting my lip, I reach forward to gently touch his chest, my stomach churning when he jumps, his eyes closing as if in ecstasy.
“Do you mind if I touch you?”
He shakes his head, his forehead dropping against mine as he grabs my hand, so tiny in comparison to his own.
“Please touch me.”
His voice has dropped a few octaves, giving me goose pimples, my heart thundering against my chest as he slowly leads my shaking hand to his straining cock.
We both let out mutual moans of relief when I hold him in my palm. He’s so hot, so silky smooth. I bite my lip when I trace the tip of his cock, thinking oddly how it’s shaped like a mushroom.
He lets go of my hand, his hands cupping my face as he brings me in for a torrid kiss, his tongue invading my mouth. I moan into his mouth, my hand absently squeezing the head of his dick, eliciting a groan of excitement from him.
His kisses take on fervor, my hand moving at it’s own accord as I begin to trace him from root to tip, my fingers playing at coarse hair framing his penis, my other hand gently weighing his balls. I smile against his lips, loving how his hips are pumping wildly, encouraging my hands.
But before I can have my fun, Max pulls away from me wildly, his eyes taking on a dangerous look before lifting me against his body and carrying out of the bathroom.
He mumbles an apology, but I’m beginning to feel too light headed to really hear what he’s saying.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max
I know I’m a complete dick.
Literally.
I had the whole night planned out. I was going to wine and dine Liz, show her that I was something more than a random guy with a twig and a couple of berries. But she foiled my plan.
Now I can’t stop myself from carrying her to my room even if I wanted to. Her simple touch has thrown me over the deep end and I can’t think straight.
All I know is that I have to be inside her.
Aligning my dick against her center as I walk I whisper heatedly into her mouth as I try to consume her breath.
“I have to have you Liz. You make me crazy. I feel like I’m dying.”
She just nods, her hands playing at the hair on my nape, her mouth dragging softly over my chin, down to suck on my Adam’s apple. Setting her on the bed, I kneel over her, my hands spreading her thighs open as I start stripping her.
I know I should work on some foreplay, but feeling her wetness with my fingers, I know she’s right there with me. I pinch and pull at her nipples as I get her naked, a tight smile forming on my lips as her head falls back, her mouth opening on a sigh.
I reach over her to my night stand, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. To my surprise, Liz grabs it from my hand, reaching between us to roll it on me. I watch in fascination as her brow creases in concentration, her pink tongue peaking out as she tentatively rolls the latex over my engorged flesh.
I’m ready to die in heaven. Her hands are a little clumsy as she sheaths me with the rubber, but I enjoy it nonetheless. It’s almost as if she’s deliberately teasing me.
But I’ve had enough of teasing.
Pushing her hand away, I roll the condom on the rest of the way, whispering an apology as I lean over her, grabbing a couple of pillows to prop up her hips.
“I’m sorry, I can’t wait.”
And with that, I sink myself to the hilt, groaning my satisfaction. My hips freeze when I feel her tense beneath me, my body shaking inwardly when I break through her membrane.
Feelings of confusion cloud my brain, Surely I’m mistaken. This can’t be.
“Liz?”
TBC
Part 6
Part 6
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I look down to see Liz biting her lip, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
I am such a bastard. I took her virginity and I did it so roughly.
I know I should say that I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. In my sick, possessive way, I’m secretly glad that I’m her first. The one regret that I have is that I didn’t make it special for her.
I may be a jerk for being an impatient sex deprived man, but I can definitely make it up to her.
Knowing by the way she won’t meet my gaze, I know she’s thinking that I’ve changed my mind or that I’m somehow repulsed at the idea that I’m her first.
Silly girl.
Carefully, so I don’t hurt her, I try to keep my hips still as I gently settle my weight on my forearms framing her face. As slowly as I can, I cup her face, turning her so that she’s looking at me. But even as I turn her to face me, she’s got her eyes tightly shut.
“I know you think I’m a prick for taking your virginity the way that I did. I admit, I should have been sensitive, but honey, you could’ve given me fair warning,” I finish with a warm chuckle. “You definitely surprised me.”
She opens those gorgeous brown eyes, looking like an innocent kitten. Her lower lip trembles as she speaks, making my heart do a weird flippy thing.
“I’m sorry I’m not what you expected.”
I nod in agreement much to her embarrassment, but I quickly erase that with a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You’re not what I expected at all Liz Parker. You’re better than anything my simple mind could ever conjure up.”
Before she can offer up a rebuttal, I lean down to take her lips in a tender kiss, hoping to ease her. I may have taken her like a savage, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to take it slow.
I gently trace her lips with my tongue, silently asking her for entrance into the warmth of her mouth, meanwhile ignoring the heat in my groin.
Down Boy!
When Liz opens her mouth on a breath, I quickly plunge my tongue into her mouth, smiling to myself when she accepts it, her tongue dancing with mine in a sensual dance. With aching slowness, I let my hands drift down to smooth down her elegant neck, my touch feather light as I trace the line of her soft shoulders. I feel her stomach quiver as my fingertips drift closer to her breasts, her mouth opening with a moan.
I take advantage, stealing her breath with my kisses as I gently cup her breasts, thinking how perfectly they fit my hands as if they were created just for me to caress. Liz arches her back and I oblige, softly circling her areolas, teasing her until she grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh.
Delighted by her response, I indulge her, flicking her nipples with the tips of my fingernails. She takes a sharp inhalation of breath, her lower body thrusting forward, making me die slowly.
I have to stop momentarily to keep my focus and not attack her. I move my mouth to suckle the sensitive underside of her jaw, my thumb and forefinger manipulating the stiff peaks of her nipples.
She’s squirming beneath me now, gasping for breath as she tries to speak.
“Max please, please....”
The urgency in her voice tickles my spine, fire sparking in my belly. I bend my head to suckle her nipples, alternating between both breasts as I try to speak.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
Her head thrashes on the pillow as she grips my shoulder’s her voice bordering on incoherent babbling.
“I need...I ...I need, I don’t know.....”
Her frustration at the way her body is reacting to my touch is endearing. So I put her out of her misery and my own sweet torture.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” I whisper gruffly, grinning like the devil when she nods her head in agreement.
With a snail’s pace, I gently pull my hips back, groaning at the way her flesh is clinging to me tightly as I pull almost all the way back, only to plunge back into the wetness of her desire.
A low keening sound is her response, her hands drifting down to my back to caress my muscles. I try to taper down my need, but hearing Liz’s breathy moans as I thrust into her creamy body is making it extremely difficult for me to remain a gentleman.
How the hell can I go slow when her hips are my meeting my downward thrusts, her tiny body swallowing my cock? My hips begin moving with a will of their own, my pelvis grinding against her as if my life depended on it. If I continue on this way, I’m bound to shoot my load.
Squeezing my hand between our grinding bodies, I part her lower lips even further, touching her most sensitive spot. Liz twitches beneath me, her hands reaching down to grab my ass.
“More, Max....More, I need...”
I continue to finger her clit as I begin to let my hips pound against her, my dick penetrating her as deep as it can.
“Yes,” I groan. “More,” I agree. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet...”
That seems to trigger something inside Liz because she begins pounding her lower body against mine, her belly quivering as her walls tighten over my cock, her cleft drenching me with her juices as she screams out her orgasm.
“MAX!”
Such sweet words. My name is the last thing I hear before I grunt my satisfaction, my cock head swelling before I jerk my sperm into the hated condom.
I collapse against her as my body continues to empty itself in the depths of her body. Her soft body is pliable against me as she rides out her pleasure, her lips curled into a sated smile.
Now that we’ve gotten to know each other intimately, I think it’s about time I get some answers.
TBC
Max
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I look down to see Liz biting her lip, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
I am such a bastard. I took her virginity and I did it so roughly.
I know I should say that I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t. In my sick, possessive way, I’m secretly glad that I’m her first. The one regret that I have is that I didn’t make it special for her.
I may be a jerk for being an impatient sex deprived man, but I can definitely make it up to her.
Knowing by the way she won’t meet my gaze, I know she’s thinking that I’ve changed my mind or that I’m somehow repulsed at the idea that I’m her first.
Silly girl.
Carefully, so I don’t hurt her, I try to keep my hips still as I gently settle my weight on my forearms framing her face. As slowly as I can, I cup her face, turning her so that she’s looking at me. But even as I turn her to face me, she’s got her eyes tightly shut.
“I know you think I’m a prick for taking your virginity the way that I did. I admit, I should have been sensitive, but honey, you could’ve given me fair warning,” I finish with a warm chuckle. “You definitely surprised me.”
She opens those gorgeous brown eyes, looking like an innocent kitten. Her lower lip trembles as she speaks, making my heart do a weird flippy thing.
“I’m sorry I’m not what you expected.”
I nod in agreement much to her embarrassment, but I quickly erase that with a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You’re not what I expected at all Liz Parker. You’re better than anything my simple mind could ever conjure up.”
Before she can offer up a rebuttal, I lean down to take her lips in a tender kiss, hoping to ease her. I may have taken her like a savage, but it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to take it slow.
I gently trace her lips with my tongue, silently asking her for entrance into the warmth of her mouth, meanwhile ignoring the heat in my groin.
Down Boy!
When Liz opens her mouth on a breath, I quickly plunge my tongue into her mouth, smiling to myself when she accepts it, her tongue dancing with mine in a sensual dance. With aching slowness, I let my hands drift down to smooth down her elegant neck, my touch feather light as I trace the line of her soft shoulders. I feel her stomach quiver as my fingertips drift closer to her breasts, her mouth opening with a moan.
I take advantage, stealing her breath with my kisses as I gently cup her breasts, thinking how perfectly they fit my hands as if they were created just for me to caress. Liz arches her back and I oblige, softly circling her areolas, teasing her until she grips my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh.
Delighted by her response, I indulge her, flicking her nipples with the tips of my fingernails. She takes a sharp inhalation of breath, her lower body thrusting forward, making me die slowly.
I have to stop momentarily to keep my focus and not attack her. I move my mouth to suckle the sensitive underside of her jaw, my thumb and forefinger manipulating the stiff peaks of her nipples.
She’s squirming beneath me now, gasping for breath as she tries to speak.
“Max please, please....”
The urgency in her voice tickles my spine, fire sparking in my belly. I bend my head to suckle her nipples, alternating between both breasts as I try to speak.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
Her head thrashes on the pillow as she grips my shoulder’s her voice bordering on incoherent babbling.
“I need...I ...I need, I don’t know.....”
Her frustration at the way her body is reacting to my touch is endearing. So I put her out of her misery and my own sweet torture.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” I whisper gruffly, grinning like the devil when she nods her head in agreement.
With a snail’s pace, I gently pull my hips back, groaning at the way her flesh is clinging to me tightly as I pull almost all the way back, only to plunge back into the wetness of her desire.
A low keening sound is her response, her hands drifting down to my back to caress my muscles. I try to taper down my need, but hearing Liz’s breathy moans as I thrust into her creamy body is making it extremely difficult for me to remain a gentleman.
How the hell can I go slow when her hips are my meeting my downward thrusts, her tiny body swallowing my cock? My hips begin moving with a will of their own, my pelvis grinding against her as if my life depended on it. If I continue on this way, I’m bound to shoot my load.
Squeezing my hand between our grinding bodies, I part her lower lips even further, touching her most sensitive spot. Liz twitches beneath me, her hands reaching down to grab my ass.
“More, Max....More, I need...”
I continue to finger her clit as I begin to let my hips pound against her, my dick penetrating her as deep as it can.
“Yes,” I groan. “More,” I agree. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet...”
That seems to trigger something inside Liz because she begins pounding her lower body against mine, her belly quivering as her walls tighten over my cock, her cleft drenching me with her juices as she screams out her orgasm.
“MAX!”
Such sweet words. My name is the last thing I hear before I grunt my satisfaction, my cock head swelling before I jerk my sperm into the hated condom.
I collapse against her as my body continues to empty itself in the depths of her body. Her soft body is pliable against me as she rides out her pleasure, her lips curled into a sated smile.
Now that we’ve gotten to know each other intimately, I think it’s about time I get some answers.
TBC