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Jan-Well I hope today's part *ahem* pleases you as well! Glad you liked the site I posted.
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Eve-They really are having difficulty in holding back their true feelings. Max doesn't want Liz to feel trapped, and Liz is afraid of the fallout after they are discovered.
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D-Ok, there will be just a bit of violence (but not in this chapter--today is for smut!)
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Eternal_dreamer-Back with more...hope you like it!
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A/N-We're leaving for New Mexico at 6:30 in the morning, so I don't know if I'll have the next chapter ready by next weekend or not, so here is an extra helping of porny goodness to hold you till then
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ch 20
“Attach file and send,” Liz clicked the on the icon, sending a short note and photoshopped picture of herself and Eileen in front of the Liberty Bell to her father and brother’s email accounts. Liz had one of the girls on their floor take several poses of Eileen and herself, and after that, it was fairly simple to cut out their photos on the computer and drop them into internet photos of famous landmarks. Cheesy and dishonest, maybe, but as long as it bought her a few more interference-free days, all the better.
After checking her other emails, mostly from scholarship offices requesting her acceptance of their offers, Liz took a sip of her coffee and looked through the growing stack of college catalogs on the dining table. “Northwestern—too windy,” Liz chucked that mailer into the discard pile as she reached for the next. “Harvard—too cold, SMU—too…Texan,” she spoke aloud to an otherwise empty apartment. Max was due back from class in the next few minutes, and Liz was trying to make some progress toward at least narrowing down her college decision.
Liz picked up the brochure for UNM and leafed through its contents. One advantage of staying in-state was the fact that her tuition and fees would be paid for, and the other scholarship money she had garnered could be put toward her living expenses. If she went to a school like Harvard, she would still need to depend on her father, and thereby live according to his rules. While she had offers from Ivy League schools that most people would give anything to attend, their appeal paled in comparison to her life now in Albuquerque. She was living the fantasy that had sustained her throughout her adolescence—a life with Max, a good school, a bustling city, warmth and sunshine. But would Max still want her here when Michael returned, when her scheme was uncovered, and when both families would be furious with him for his part in her plan? Could she bear to stay in Albuquerque if she couldn’t be with Max?
Liz placed the UNM brochure back on the stack of schools still in the running, smiling hopefully at the images on the cover. She was startled out of her thoughts by the ringing of the apartment phone. Panic shot through her when she saw her brother’s name on the caller id. Liz held her breath as the answering machine kicked on-
“Max, if you’re there, pick up the phone,” Michael waited a beat before continuing then huffed in impatience, “First thing, check and see if my Metallica tickets have arrived. I called Ticketmaster, and they said that I should’ve received them by now.”
Liz attention was drawn away to the apartment door opening, Max tossing his keys on the counter as he came in.
“Hey, baby girl,” Max smiled broadly, kissing Liz hello, waggling his eyebrows when he noticed Liz was still dressed in her red, silk robe.
“Michael’s on the phone,” Liz urged Max toward the phone as Michael’s message continued.
“Secondly,” Michael took a deep breath, “I hate to tell you this on the machine, but you’re going to need to find a new roommate.”
Astounded by this news, Max searched frantically for the handset. Finally finding the cordless phone in the kitchen, he pressed the button to talk.
“What’s going on?” Max broke in, trying to decipher Michael’s pronouncement.
“You are there,” Michael wryly answered.
“I just walked in from class,’ Max explained. “Now what is this about you moving out?”
Michael sighed apologetically, “I’m sorry to break this to you over the phone, but I wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to find someone. Maria just heard back about her scholarship, and she’s got her tuition and books paid for, but she’s on her own as far as housing. I’ve, um, kinda’ been staying over at her place pretty much every night,” Michael confessed.
Liz’s jaw dropped as he listened to her brother’s revelation over the answering machine speaker.
“And her mom knows about this?” Max questioned.
“Well, yeah, Amy and the sheriff are engaged, so she’s moved into his place. She’s gonna’ sell her house as soon as Maria moves out, hence…the need to find an apartment.”
“Isn’t Jeff going all ape-shit on you over this?” Max asked.
“Maria and I are both adults-- I pay my own way—why the hell should he have anything to say about it?” Michael replied flippantly.
“I’m sure he’d have something to say about it if it were Liz and not you,” Max said wryly, his repressed animosity over the Parker’s treatment of Liz beginning to bubble to the surface.
“Liz?” Michael questioned, wondering how she figured into this conversation. “Well, yeah it’d be different—she’s a girl.”
“Maria’s a girl—and in fact, isn’t she a couple months younger than Liz, herself?” Max retorted.
Liz joined Max in the kitchen though she could still hear the conversation through the answering machine. Growing increasingly afraid that Max would lose his temper with Michael and make him suspicious, she watched as Max’s face grew redder and the line of his jaw hardened.
“Yeah, so what?” Michael scoffed. “I don’t know why you’re dragging my sister into this conversation, but you know as well as I do that she hasn’t had any experience with guys. She’s so fuckin’ innocent that when she hits a college campus, she’ll get eaten alive,” Michael predicted. “I’d just as soon she’d go to an all-girl college too—you know, she could play field hockey…badminton…some shit like that.”
“Yeah, I just don’t see that happening,” Max said sardonically. “She is smart and capable, and she can go anywhere she damn-well pleases,” Max insisted.
Michael thought of the perfect solution, “Hey, maybe if we could talk Liz into NMU, she could take over my part of the lease,” Michael unwittingly offered. “That way you could beat the shit out of some dumb asshole that tried to get in her pants.”
“That I would,” Max smiled and nodded as Liz laughed silently at her brother’s crude remarks. She playfully tugged on Max’s belt loops while she listened in.
“Dude, I don’t know why I’m even worrying about this. My sister’s such a goody-goody, she’ll probably run away screaming the first time she sees a dick,” Michael scoffed.
Liz’s mouth went agape and her eyes went wide at her brother’s misconception. ‘Oh no,’ she mouthed, chuckling silently while her brother rambled on. With a look of vengeful determination, a wicked smile crossed her features as Max’s belt buckle hit the tile floor.
‘Liz!’ Max mouthed in warning, but his silent words were to no avail as his boxers joined his jeans in a puddle around his feet with Liz on her knees in front of him.
“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that,” Max breathed out, trying to restrain his groans as Liz wrapped her lips around his cock, taking him completely in her mouth.
Liz looked up at Max with mischief in her eyes as he spoke with her brother on the phone.
“What?” Michael replied, disbelieving. “This is Liz we’re talking about, you know.”
“Yes, it is,” Max responded through gritted teeth as he instinctively rocked his hips while Liz sucked and licked his full length, humming happily as she worked his hard flesh. “Look, man, I gotta’ go,” Max tried to end the conversation with Michael.
“Dude, I know you must be pissed about me movin’ out, but we need to discuss this—hash out the details and shit.”
“No—no—it’s cool. I’m not pissed. Whatever you decide will be fine,” Max insisted, fisting his hands through Liz’s hair as he tried to get off the phone. Even though it was her brother’s presumptive words that Liz took as a challenge, Max was definitely reaping the benefits of Liz’s oral retaliation.
Though it was true that her first experiences with sex were recent, Liz was certainly a fast learner as evidenced by her ministrations to Max as his attempts to end the conversation grew even more desperate. She certainly hadn’t run away screaming as Michael had so eloquently suggested.
“Well, we won’t need the furniture and kitchen stuff, cause Maria will have all that. Now, I will be needing my speakers—all Maria has are these scrawny-ass things.”
“Fine—take whatever you want, I’ve really gotta’ go here,” Max panted as Liz’s palms cupped his balls while her fingers traced the sensitive flesh behind. Max had to grip the countertop with his free hand so his knees wouldn’t buckle beneath him as Liz swirled her tongue around his head before dipping down to lick firmly along the vein underneath.
“And my recliner—I can’t forget about my recliner. I mean, I know Maria will hate it, it’s all worn and grubby—sorta’ smells like stale beer and fritos—but it’s just so comfortable….” Michael rambled.
“I. Don’t. Care.,” Max panted. “I’ll talk to you later,” he groaned as he disconnected the call and dropped the phone to the counter.
“Don’t forget about the tickets…,” Michael shouted, but it was too late—his last words were only acknowledged by a dial tone.
“Shit.”
***
“Oh my God, Liz,” Max groaned as his suppressed climax could no longer be restrained. As Liz caressed his tightening balls and sucked his rigid shaft, Max’s seed filled her mouth. Satisfied groans issued from his throat as Liz took all that he had to offer.
As he came down from his orgasm, Liz rose to her feet and leaned into Max mischievously thrusting her tongue in his mouth in her triumph.
“You are soooo gonna’ get it!” Max growled playfully, stripping off his shirt as he frantically tried to kick off his shoes and jeans that were stopping his progress.
Liz giggled and shrieked as she fled for Max’s bedroom, Max following in hot pursuit. A trail of abandoned clothing made a path from the kitchen to the bedroom, Liz’s silky robe fluttered down to the hallway carpet.
Teasingly, Max scooped up Liz and tossed her on the bed, immediately pouncing on top of her as they both laughed uncontrollably.
“You are so bad,” Max nipped at Liz’s neck, tickling the soft skin.
“You wanna’ be bad too?” Liz’s question was thick with desire as Max worked his way down to Liz’s creamy breast, his tongue swirling around the rosy nipple while his hand slid further south, a finger parting her dark furrow.
“Oh, hell yeah,” came the muffled reply as Max suckled at the rigid flesh, Liz arching to meet lips as she held his head to her breast.
Max dipped his fingers into her wet core, gathering her slick essence before parting her folds and circling her hot button.
Liz groaned as Max continued his attentions to her responsive body, greeting the other breast with his tongue before kissing a trail down her firm stomach.
“Your brother was right about one thing, though,” Max teased as he kissed and licked his way down Liz’s body.
“What?” Liz looked down at his retreating figure in playful surprise.
“I would kick any guy’s ass if he tried to get in your pants,” Max pronounced unequivocally as he made his way to the top of Liz’s nearly bare mound.
“Anybody but me that is,” Max grinned wickedly as he dove between Liz’s legs, her laughter and squeals becoming moans as he parted her folds with his tongue and thrust into her heat.
“Oh Max…” Liz drawled as his tongue flicked against her clit while two fingers slid inside her channel, Max’s fingertips stroking the bundle of nerves buried deep inside.
Max lapped steady strokes against the sweet pearl buried in her folds while his fingers slid in and out of her tight passage.
Liz writhed against his mouth and his fingers, her hands traveling to her breasts as she rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Max’s cock was hard once again as he watched the erotic sight before him. Though he would love nothing more than to thrust his hard shaft inside her wet core right now, the temptation to try something new with Liz was too great.
“Babygirl…,” Max cooed softly as he nuzzled Liz’s heat, “tell me if you want me to stop, ok?”
“K…,” she answered dreamily as she fisted her fingers through his dark locks.
Max smiled as he returned his attentions to her core, sucking on her clit as his fingers continued their repeated journey. Max brought his little finger to join them for a moment, coating it in Liz’s slickness.
Max drew a path with his little finger to her tight rosebud, drawing small circles around the puckered flesh. He watched for any shift in her expression, any sign of displeasure, but found Liz wearing only a broad smile.
As he continued to suckle Liz’s clit and stroke her passage, he slowly worked his fingertip into the tight flesh. He read Liz’s response to warn him if the intrusion was unwelcome, but as her breath grew ragged and her skin became flushed, she grinded against him all the more, driving him deeper.
“Max—Max, I’m…”
“Come for me, Babygirl,” Max breathed out.
“Oh God,” she screamed, as Max slid his little finger inside her body as well, her body bucking hard against his hand as her juices poured from her body. Max lapped at her sweetness while she writhed against his mouth. Slowing his movements, Max brought Liz down from her climax before slipping his hand from her body and crawling back up the bed for a kiss.
Liz kissed him fiercely as she panted, tasting her body on his tongue as she reeled from the intense orgasm. Feeling decadently adventurous and hungry to feel Max inside her, Liz rolled them over, pinning his body beneath hers.
“I want you—like this,” Liz groaned huskily, her eyes dark with desire.
“I’m all yours,” Max smiled, running his hands along Liz’s back.
Liz rocked back and forth experimentally, her nether-lips coating Max’s cock with her slick essence. Max grinned as Liz bit her lip.
Max guided her hips up, so that the tip of his cock was poised at her entrance, then with a gentle tug, pulled her back down, his rigid cock filling her core completely.
Liz closed her eyes and smiled at how deeply Max was buried inside her, how full she felt as she straddled his thighs, taking every inch of him into her body.
Max held her hips gently, thrusting a little as Liz became accustomed to the position, rocking back to pull against his length, pushing forward to impale herself on his hard shaft over and again.
Liz smiled confidently as their movements became rhythmic, Max’s thrusts growing harder as he watched Liz above him, her body sinuously rolling, grinding their sexes together.
His fingers traced the curves of her bottom, palmed the soft flesh, felt the muscles underneath flex and release while she rode him. As much as he enjoyed watching her, Max missed feeling Liz’s body against his. His hands traveled up her supple back, then pulled her down for a kiss, her hair creating a dark curtain around them.
The laughed lightly as Max’s hand swept Liz’s long locks out of her face. Her eyes were dark and hooded with desire, her face flushed with color.
Max looked at her with amazement, his amber eyes shining, “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Liz.”
“Thank you,” she whispered in the kisses she placed against his chest before her hunger drove her to thrust hard against him once more.
As she rocked back and slammed forward, Max’s cock drove to meet her, his hands gripping her hips fiercely. Liz’s hair swayed with their movements till it was tangled, and her breath blew hot against Max’s strong chest.
“Touch yourself for me,” Max whispered.
Liz looked into Max’s dark eyes, then rose up, sitting atop him as she had before, but this time, slipping a finger between her nether lips, stroking her clit as she rode Max’s hard cock.
“Your breasts,” breathed out Max.
Liz smiled as her other hand traveled to her nipples, squeezing the rosy tip between her fingers while her other hand busied itself between her thighs.
“Oh God,” Max groaned at the sight, knowing he would never tire of the erotic vision before him.
“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come,” he entreated.
Liz stroked harder as she filled herself over and again with Max’s thick shaft. She grinded hard against her hand and his cock until the now-familiar pulses began.
“Max…” she moaned, her walls clamping around him, contracting against his flesh.
“Oh, Liz,” Max strained against her body, his hips lifting her high as his seed filled her passage. His hands gripped her body tightly as his release shook him.
Liz collapsed onto Max’s chest, their hearts beating rapidly while they tried to catch their breath.
Exhausted, Max rolled them onto their sides, spooning Liz as he pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies.
“Sleep, my love,” he said softly as he kissed her dark hair.
Liz nestled against him, the feel of his hard body behind hers was something she knew she could not live without. He felt her breathing steady against his chest and watched her eyes close.
“I love you, Liz Parker,” were the last words Liz heard as she slipped into a dream.