Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 10:27 pm
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Their lips fused together once more as Liz took a few steps back and fell onto the couch, pulling Max along with her. His body pressed firmly against hers and he groaned when he felt her thrust up against him. Even though clothes were separating their skin from any contact, he found himself incredibly turned on by her ravenous moves.
Liz expertly flicked her tongue against his as Max ran a hand through her long hair before cascading his fingers down her bare neck, along her side, and down to her waist to make contact with the small expanse of skin protruding from her black top that had now risen up.
His touch on her skin caused her to gasp audibly and thrust up again. With a growl, Max kissed her deeper and met her thrust with one of his own.
Pleasure coursed through their veins, their heartbeats quickening with each trembling touch, heated kiss, and primal thrust.
Max leaned back to sit up, panting out harsh breaths as Liz rose up to look him in the eyes. In the darkness of the apartment, her brown eyes seemed lighter, almost homographic.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Liz asked as she leaned forward and brought her hands down to curl around the bottom of his t-shirt. With a sexy smirk, she took hold of the fabric and swiftly brought it up around his neck and onto the floor before he even knew what was happening. Liz raised a brow and licked her lips as his naked chest came into view before leaning forward to lick around his nipple. Max swallowed harshly and threw his hand around Liz’s back, tightening his grip on her shirt. He slowly peeled off her top and as soon as he threw the fabric onto the floor, he felt Liz fuse their lips together once more.
His tongue met hers in compliance, and he pressed his body against hers to lower her against the couch again, groaning as he felt Liz’s legs curl around his waist. Max pulled back slightly and immediately felt her lips on his neck, licking, nibbling and sucking all the right places. His heart beat completely erratic and he had to pull back to try and ease the ache in his groin.
“Jesus Liz. Slow down a little.” He murmured in the darkness.
“What Max?” Liz responded huskily, “Can’t handle me?”
Max fixed her with an intense look that made her shiver involuntarily before he stood up with her legs still around his waist, bracing a hand on her smooth back, while the other took firm hold of her ass. He leaned forward and kissed her fiercely. Just as she responded to his kiss, he tore his lips away, “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked thickly, before bringing his lips to her neck and peppering it with slow, languid kisses. He knew that what she was after was some quick fuck. But if he had any say in this, it wasn’t going to be like that. He would make her remember him. He would make her want to be with him again. He would show her what he had to offer her that no other man could.
“Mmm, that way,” Liz said, pointing a shaky finger to the right.
Max pried his lips away from her neck and smirked as he saw her eyes close in pleasure.
Keeping a firm hold on her, he walked in swift strides to her bedroom and flipped on the light switch as he made his way inside. Liz kicked the door shut with her leg and the movement caused her to thrust harder against Max, making him hiss in response.
Liz’s breathy laugh was music to his ears as he ran a hand along her leg and walked over to the bed to lay her down with gentle ease. Now that there was light in the room, he took a moment to study her beautiful body. A black bra contrasted wonderfully against her soft pale skin, and further south he took notice of the low rise hip huggers he was just itching to peel off.
“Stop gawking and start stripping,” Liz demanded.
Max chuckled in response before lowering himself on the bed and wiggling his eyebrows, “I’d much rather have you take off my clothes.”
“Well in that case,” Liz said, attempting to sit up until Max took firm hold of her naked arms and held her back.
“Nuh uh, not so fast,” Max said, easing her back down as he lay on top of her, teasing her by grinding his pelvis against her jean-covered core. He watched in wonder as her eyelids fluttered closed and a thin crease formed in her forehead. He lowered his mouth over to her ear and whispered “We’re going to take this slow tonight,” before lightly nipping at her lobe and trailing his tongue down her neck to lick at her pulse.
He ran his fingers slowly down her shoulders and brushed lightly across her sides before moving his knuckles antagonizingly slow across the creamy expanse of her stomach. Every brush of his fingers on her skin made her feel tiny ringlets of pleasure pulse through her body.
She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her, his tongue moving languidly across hers, while his hands moved behind her, traveling down her back to unclasp her bra. In one fluid movement, her bra was off and she made the mistake of opening her eyes to see Max looking at her in awe. A light pink spread across her cheeks quickly until she willed herself to stop it. Closing her eyes once again, she told herself to get in control here. But before she knew it, Max’s firm hands were clasped around her breasts, kneading them with surprising care.
The lightness of his touch, the slowness of his caress made her wiggle underneath him and Max moaned from her responsiveness. Liz kept her eyes closed as she felt his warm mouth clamp down on her left nipple and his tongue flick out to lightly lick around the areole. She gulped and arched up against him, feeling him thrust down as she’d done so. She purred in delight, and Max growled as he broke his mouth away from one breast and lavished the other in the same manner.
It wasn’t until he removed his lips from her breasts and inched back up to kiss her mouth that she was able to tear herself away. In one swift movement, the tables were turned as Max found himself beneath her, with her legs straddling his waist.
He looked up to find her shaking her head, “It’s my way or the highway, buddy.” Liz spoke as she wiggled her bottom against his lower anatomy, causing him to groan for the hundredth time that night.
She quickly undid his belt buckle and moved to the side to remove his jeans before he could even blink. She licked her lips as she saw his cock protruding from his boxers.
“Hmmm,” she said as she looked at his tortured face. She bit her lip and dipped a hand down his boxers to lightly take hold of his dick. The moment her fingers circled around his head, he hissed, lightly thrusting up into her touch. “And you say I’m the one who’s in a hurry.” She slowly eased his boxers down his legs and threw them to the side. Looking down at him, she lightly ran a finger over his mushroom-tip, causing pre-cum to leak out. She glided her hand down his giant shaft before curling her fingers around him and pumping ever so slowly.
“Please… more,” he found himself begging.
Liz smirked and moved her hand a tad bit faster, “Like this?”
Max shook his head.
“Mmm, like this?” Liz asked as she quickened her tempo.
“Gah, more,” he panted.
Liz picked up the pace and watched as his forehead creased in tormented pleasure and his jaw tensed up. She guessed she could get him off in 5 minutes, max. That was, until he found the strength to pry her hand away from his aching cock and pin her down against the bed.
“My turn,” he smiled down at her. He slowly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, touching the creamy exposed skin as he’d done so. He took in a sharp breath at the sight of her black lacy panties while he ran his fingertips along her thighs, causing her to part her legs for him. Max leaned down and caught a whiff of her scent. At least she seemed to be as turned on as he was. He licked at her thigh as his fingers peeled off her panties, exposing her to him inch by beautiful inch. He tossed the lacy fabric to the side before slowly gliding his fingers over her folds with the lightest of touches. When she moaned he thrust two fingers inside her welcoming center. Caught by surprise, she hissed, thrusting up into his hand. Smiling, Max brought his tongue to her clit and licked so lightly that she thought she was going to die from sheer torture. Her mind screamed for more, but her pride rendered her speechless.
Luckily, he quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers inside her while his tongue flicked rhythmically against her clit. As he worked faster, she felt the slow build-up as heat spread from her toes to her head until each muscle in her body tingled with an intense pleasure that sent her over the edge. Her head fell back and she released a feral scream. Max lapped at her juices and eased his fingers out of her dripping core. Looking up at her face, he saw complete satisfaction on her sweat-slicked skin.
Liz bit her lip as she stretched to the side and opened her top dresser drawer to retrieve a condom. “Here,” she said, throwing it at him.
Max caught it, and smiled as he tore open the package. “What a way to ruin the romance.”
“Hey, no glove, no love, buddy.”
Max chuckled, “No, I’m all for condoms. You didn’t have to throw it at me, though.”
“Just fuck me already,” she demanded.
“Yes, ma’m,” Max said as he rolled on the condom and positioned himself on top of her. Call him silly, call him stupid, call him love-struck, but he wanted to savor this moment. His nerves started to work against him, and he caught her looking at him in anticipation. He brought his hand down to flick against her clit a few times, and when her eyes fluttered closed he thrust deep inside her, causing her to gasp when she felt his cock hit her in all the right places. Her vaginal walls clamped down around his thick shaft, and Max hissed. He pulled out slowly, and quickly entered her again before moving in and out in a steady rhythm.
Liz curled her legs around his waist, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, causing him to move deeper each time. Max’s face contorted in pleasure as waves started to wrack through his body, but he didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Not without Liz.
As he continued thrusting, he leaned down and brought his lips to hers, swooping his tongue in her mouth the way his cock was thrusting in and out of her liquid heat.
Every area of her body was on fire. Her nipples poked hard and proud into his chest, and each time their thrusts met, she could feel his sweat-slicked skin meshing wickedly against hers, heating every area of her body with an array of sensations. The friction magnified each time he thrust into her, their sweat mingling as their bodies collided sweetly against one another.
In one final deep thrust Liz ripped her lips away from Max’s, immediately tossing her head back to release an earth-shattering scream, her body arching almost completely off the bed. Her release triggered his as he growled deep and came heavily with her name on his lips.
Sated and relieved of all her tension, Liz lay underneath Max biting her lip. She could have sworn she’d heard him say her name as she came down from the sexual high. She ignored it, though. His breathing was heavy, and so was his body.
“Umm, Max?”
“Mmm,” was his reply. She certainly tired him out.
Liz smirked, “Mind moving a little? You’re kind of heavy.”
“Oh, sorry,” Max blushed as he rolled over onto the other side of the bed. After a few minutes to calm his over-heated body, he stood up.
“Oh good, you’re leaving,’” Liz said.
Max turned around, a confused look on his face. “Actually, I was just going to dispose of this condom in the wastebasket.”
“Oh,” Liz replied.
“Why, do you want me to leave?”
Liz shrugged, “If you want to.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then don’t. I don’t care.”
Max turned around and walked to the restroom to throw away the condom. On the way, he stopped in the living room to retrieve their clothes. Once he made his way back, he spotted Liz sitting up against the headboard of her bed, still completely naked.
“You know,” Max said, easing onto the bed beside her. “I’ve never done it with the lights on before. None of the other women I’ve slept with allowed it.”
Liz turned to look at him, “Lucky you, then.”
Max shrugged, “Just making light conversation.”
“You want to know how many ways I’ve done it?” Liz asked. “It would really make your head spin.”
Growing bold, Max eyed her intensely, “Only if you promise to show me each and every one of them.”
Liz shook her head. “I thought I told you, one night only.”
“Oh come on, that was ages ago.”
Liz laughed, “That was no more than a week ago.”
“So,” Max gave her a boyish look. Which she had to admit looked cute with his hair all ruffled and mussed. “Things could have changed.”
“Well, they didn’t.”
“I think they did.”
“Oh do you now?” Liz asked, raising a devious brow.
“I think you like me, Liz Parker. And I think that if you let me, I could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
Liz turned her back on him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Maybe you don’t deserve it.”
Max was right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. The move was natural and comfortable, even though Liz didn’t want it to be. “You know,” she started, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this because it’ll just egg you on, but I’ve never brought a guy here before.”
“Oh really?” Max said into her hear, before curling a hand over to her breast and playing languidly with the nipple.
“Really,” Liz leaned back, her long hair cascading down past his arms.
“That means I’m special, huh?” Max said, abruptly stopping his movement on her breast to look in her face.
Liz rolled her eyes and sat back up again, turning to face him. “See, I shouldn’t have told you.”
“I don’t really think you know how much I’m starting to care for you, Liz. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so much before. I want to bring out the girl you were before, the girl that I know is just aching to be free.”
As Liz remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the rumpled sheets, Max studied her face. He realized, for the first time, that she had a scar above her eyebrow. Without pretense, he ran a finger gently across the scar, taking note as Liz involuntarily shivered from his touch. Not out of pleasure, but something else.
Max swallowed, “Any other scars I haven’t noticed?”
Liz stood up, her back facing him, and he saw an array of faded scars on her lower back, near her butt. One long scar stretched out and over to her waist.
Max shook his head, “Please say it wasn’t Kyle.”
Liz immediately shook her head, “No. It wasn’t Kyle.”
“Will you ever tell me, Liz?”
“Stop it.”
“What?” Max asked, looking up to meet her eyes.
“I said stop it.”
Confused, Max reached out to take hold of her hand, but she pulled it away. “Jesus Christ, Liz. What is your problem?” He said in frustration.
“You’re my problem.”
“Oh don’t feed me that bullshit Liz, I’m getting tired of it. You’re totally fine one minute, and then you put up all these defenses. Why Liz? Please, I just want to try and understand.”
“You won’t.”
“I won’t understand?” Max asked.
Liz shook her head, “Can we please just drop the subject,” she asked quietly. The look on her face was enough to make Max do anything she asked of him.
“Sure,” he said, watching her quietly.
Liz pulled on Max’s t-shirt, “I’m keeping this.”
“What?” Max asked.
“It smells nice. I like it. So, I’m keeping it.”
“So,” Max smirked, “Does this mean we’re officially together?”
“It means I like your shirt.”
“And what about us?”
“What about us?”
“Are we together, or what?”
“We’re friends, Max.” Liz said. “And friends give presents. So this shirt of yours is a present to me.”
Max shook his head. At least she was calling him a friend now. Liz Parker was changing. He smiled, “So where’s my present then?”
“Maybe next time,” Liz said.
Max frowned, giving her the puppy-dog eyes.
“I already told you, Max. That trick doesn’t work on me.”
“Well then, what if I pounce on you, like a cat?” Max wiggled his eyebrows.
“Oh you silly, silly boy, I’m the one who pounces,” Liz said seductively as she slowly crawled on all fours across the bed in front of him. She stopped merely an inch away from him before running a hand down his naked chest to make contact with his erect dick. As soon as her fingers curled around him, he moaned audibly. “Up for round two?” Liz asked as she slowly brought her other hand against Max’s chest to ease him down onto the bed. “This time, I’m on top.”
Max groaned again just thinking of all the possibilities.
~*~
The sunlight leaked in through the blinds and forced Max to open his eyes. Stifling a yawn, he turned over to realize the other side of the bed was empty. Had Liz run away from him in her own apartment? Shaking his head, he found his underwear and jeans strewn across the floor. Liz must have tucked his t-shirt somewhere in one of her drawers.
As he pulled on his jeans, his cell phone jabbed him in the side and he pulled it out. Oh shit. His display screen said he missed 5 calls. Quickly flipping open his cell, he checked his voicemail, cringing the whole time. Just as he thought, Isabel’s voice filtered through, “Hey Max, Michael and I just arrived here at 10 a.m. We rented a really nice Jeep, I think it goes very well with this desert terrain, and we’re on our way over to your apartment now. Hopefully, we won’t get lost. See ya in a few.”
Max smiled. Trust Isabel to rent a car just because it ‘went well with the environment’. Just like her fashion sense. At least she wasn’t pissed. Max checked his watch, it was nearly 1 p.m. His second voicemail filtered through, “Maxwell, it’s Is. Where are you? Michael and I are standing out here in front of your apartment and you are no where to be found. You better have a good explanation for this.”
Max didn’t bother listening to any more of his messages as he nearly ran out of Liz’s room and paused in the living room only when Maria shouted, “Where’s the fire?”
“Oh,” Max said, feeling like an idiot. “My sister and my friend from New York got here at 10 a.m. and they’re pissed that I’m not at my apartment to let them in right now.”
Maria laughed, flipping through a page of her magazine. “That sucks, I was going to have a nice heart-to-heart with you about Liz too. She ran off to work without saying a single thing to me.”
“Did she seem happy?” Max asked.
“She had a permanent smile on her face,” Maria smirked. “Now run along, lover-boy!”
“Thanks, ‘Ria.” Max said as he opened the door.
“Wait!” Maria shouted just as he exited, “Are you going to see me sing again tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. See ya later, Max.”
By the time Max got to his apartment it was a quarter after one. As he started walking towards Isabel and Michael, he noticed their stances immediately. Michael didn’t seem to be bothered. He could care less about most things in life. To him, Max being three hours late was trivial. To Isabel, however, it was a big deal. She was fuming. Her arms were crossed and she stomped a foot on the ground.
“Well well well Maxwell. Not only are you three hours late, but you’re also shirtless and… are those... are those,” Isabel marched forward, “Lee Jeans!” She gasped, covering a hand over her mouth.
“Is, I can’t wear your designer silk shirts and pants 24/7.”
“Of course you can’t, but you can wear my jeans!”
“Since when did you make jeans?”
“Since a week ago!”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Oh drop it, you two,” Michael said, breaking their little dispute. “You’re arguing over jeans,” Michael said to Max before fixing his gaze on Isabel and repeating, “Jeans.”
Isabel opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“I’m sorry, Is.” Max said before hugging his sister. “I’ve missed you.”
“It certainly doesn’t look like it. Where were you?” She eyed him speculatively.
“Can you stop with the big sister treatment, and can’t we just talk about something else?”
Isabel narrowed her eyes, “You were with a girl, weren’t you?”
“Was it that Liz chick?” Michael asked.
Max shot Michael a glare before turning back to Isabel.
“You never told me you had a girlfriend!” Isabel smiled, “What’s she like?”
“Well, I don’t.” Max scratched his head.
Isabel blinked, “But it’s not like you to stay the night at random women’s houses.”
“She’s not a ‘random woman’, Is. She’s just different.”
“Hey, come on guys,” Michael butted in. When Max and Isabel argued, they could go on for hours. “Let’s unpack and get settled in.”
“Sounds good,” Max said, already feeling exasperated from his sister’s constant nagging.
“Oh, one second,” Isabel said. She smiled at Michael before whistling.
Max turned a confused head on Isabel as a small lab made his way over to her and started licking at her two-hundred dollar sandal-covered feet.
Max immediately bent down to pet the puppy. “For me?” He asked.
Isabel nodded, “Yep. I didn’t want you to be lonely over here all by yourself.”
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“Boy.”
“Did you name him yet?” Max asked.
“No, not yet. That’s for you to do.”
“Call him Brody.” Michael suggested.
“Brody sounds cute,” Is said. “Let’s see if he likes it. Brody!”
The puppy looked up at Isabel and tilted his head to the side. As she repeated the name ‘Brody’, he started to wag his tail.
“I think he likes it,” Max smiled.
“Now that that’s settled, grab my bags boys and take ‘em inside,” Isabel said as she leaned down to pick up Brody.
Michael and Max stared at each other and shrugged as they headed over to the rental car and started grabbing luggage.
~*~
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Their lips fused together once more as Liz took a few steps back and fell onto the couch, pulling Max along with her. His body pressed firmly against hers and he groaned when he felt her thrust up against him. Even though clothes were separating their skin from any contact, he found himself incredibly turned on by her ravenous moves.
Liz expertly flicked her tongue against his as Max ran a hand through her long hair before cascading his fingers down her bare neck, along her side, and down to her waist to make contact with the small expanse of skin protruding from her black top that had now risen up.
His touch on her skin caused her to gasp audibly and thrust up again. With a growl, Max kissed her deeper and met her thrust with one of his own.
Pleasure coursed through their veins, their heartbeats quickening with each trembling touch, heated kiss, and primal thrust.
Max leaned back to sit up, panting out harsh breaths as Liz rose up to look him in the eyes. In the darkness of the apartment, her brown eyes seemed lighter, almost homographic.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Liz asked as she leaned forward and brought her hands down to curl around the bottom of his t-shirt. With a sexy smirk, she took hold of the fabric and swiftly brought it up around his neck and onto the floor before he even knew what was happening. Liz raised a brow and licked her lips as his naked chest came into view before leaning forward to lick around his nipple. Max swallowed harshly and threw his hand around Liz’s back, tightening his grip on her shirt. He slowly peeled off her top and as soon as he threw the fabric onto the floor, he felt Liz fuse their lips together once more.
His tongue met hers in compliance, and he pressed his body against hers to lower her against the couch again, groaning as he felt Liz’s legs curl around his waist. Max pulled back slightly and immediately felt her lips on his neck, licking, nibbling and sucking all the right places. His heart beat completely erratic and he had to pull back to try and ease the ache in his groin.
“Jesus Liz. Slow down a little.” He murmured in the darkness.
“What Max?” Liz responded huskily, “Can’t handle me?”
Max fixed her with an intense look that made her shiver involuntarily before he stood up with her legs still around his waist, bracing a hand on her smooth back, while the other took firm hold of her ass. He leaned forward and kissed her fiercely. Just as she responded to his kiss, he tore his lips away, “Where’s your bedroom?” He asked thickly, before bringing his lips to her neck and peppering it with slow, languid kisses. He knew that what she was after was some quick fuck. But if he had any say in this, it wasn’t going to be like that. He would make her remember him. He would make her want to be with him again. He would show her what he had to offer her that no other man could.
“Mmm, that way,” Liz said, pointing a shaky finger to the right.
Max pried his lips away from her neck and smirked as he saw her eyes close in pleasure.
Keeping a firm hold on her, he walked in swift strides to her bedroom and flipped on the light switch as he made his way inside. Liz kicked the door shut with her leg and the movement caused her to thrust harder against Max, making him hiss in response.
Liz’s breathy laugh was music to his ears as he ran a hand along her leg and walked over to the bed to lay her down with gentle ease. Now that there was light in the room, he took a moment to study her beautiful body. A black bra contrasted wonderfully against her soft pale skin, and further south he took notice of the low rise hip huggers he was just itching to peel off.
“Stop gawking and start stripping,” Liz demanded.
Max chuckled in response before lowering himself on the bed and wiggling his eyebrows, “I’d much rather have you take off my clothes.”
“Well in that case,” Liz said, attempting to sit up until Max took firm hold of her naked arms and held her back.
“Nuh uh, not so fast,” Max said, easing her back down as he lay on top of her, teasing her by grinding his pelvis against her jean-covered core. He watched in wonder as her eyelids fluttered closed and a thin crease formed in her forehead. He lowered his mouth over to her ear and whispered “We’re going to take this slow tonight,” before lightly nipping at her lobe and trailing his tongue down her neck to lick at her pulse.
He ran his fingers slowly down her shoulders and brushed lightly across her sides before moving his knuckles antagonizingly slow across the creamy expanse of her stomach. Every brush of his fingers on her skin made her feel tiny ringlets of pleasure pulse through her body.
She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her, his tongue moving languidly across hers, while his hands moved behind her, traveling down her back to unclasp her bra. In one fluid movement, her bra was off and she made the mistake of opening her eyes to see Max looking at her in awe. A light pink spread across her cheeks quickly until she willed herself to stop it. Closing her eyes once again, she told herself to get in control here. But before she knew it, Max’s firm hands were clasped around her breasts, kneading them with surprising care.
The lightness of his touch, the slowness of his caress made her wiggle underneath him and Max moaned from her responsiveness. Liz kept her eyes closed as she felt his warm mouth clamp down on her left nipple and his tongue flick out to lightly lick around the areole. She gulped and arched up against him, feeling him thrust down as she’d done so. She purred in delight, and Max growled as he broke his mouth away from one breast and lavished the other in the same manner.
It wasn’t until he removed his lips from her breasts and inched back up to kiss her mouth that she was able to tear herself away. In one swift movement, the tables were turned as Max found himself beneath her, with her legs straddling his waist.
He looked up to find her shaking her head, “It’s my way or the highway, buddy.” Liz spoke as she wiggled her bottom against his lower anatomy, causing him to groan for the hundredth time that night.
She quickly undid his belt buckle and moved to the side to remove his jeans before he could even blink. She licked her lips as she saw his cock protruding from his boxers.
“Hmmm,” she said as she looked at his tortured face. She bit her lip and dipped a hand down his boxers to lightly take hold of his dick. The moment her fingers circled around his head, he hissed, lightly thrusting up into her touch. “And you say I’m the one who’s in a hurry.” She slowly eased his boxers down his legs and threw them to the side. Looking down at him, she lightly ran a finger over his mushroom-tip, causing pre-cum to leak out. She glided her hand down his giant shaft before curling her fingers around him and pumping ever so slowly.
“Please… more,” he found himself begging.
Liz smirked and moved her hand a tad bit faster, “Like this?”
Max shook his head.
“Mmm, like this?” Liz asked as she quickened her tempo.
“Gah, more,” he panted.
Liz picked up the pace and watched as his forehead creased in tormented pleasure and his jaw tensed up. She guessed she could get him off in 5 minutes, max. That was, until he found the strength to pry her hand away from his aching cock and pin her down against the bed.
“My turn,” he smiled down at her. He slowly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, touching the creamy exposed skin as he’d done so. He took in a sharp breath at the sight of her black lacy panties while he ran his fingertips along her thighs, causing her to part her legs for him. Max leaned down and caught a whiff of her scent. At least she seemed to be as turned on as he was. He licked at her thigh as his fingers peeled off her panties, exposing her to him inch by beautiful inch. He tossed the lacy fabric to the side before slowly gliding his fingers over her folds with the lightest of touches. When she moaned he thrust two fingers inside her welcoming center. Caught by surprise, she hissed, thrusting up into his hand. Smiling, Max brought his tongue to her clit and licked so lightly that she thought she was going to die from sheer torture. Her mind screamed for more, but her pride rendered her speechless.
Luckily, he quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers inside her while his tongue flicked rhythmically against her clit. As he worked faster, she felt the slow build-up as heat spread from her toes to her head until each muscle in her body tingled with an intense pleasure that sent her over the edge. Her head fell back and she released a feral scream. Max lapped at her juices and eased his fingers out of her dripping core. Looking up at her face, he saw complete satisfaction on her sweat-slicked skin.
Liz bit her lip as she stretched to the side and opened her top dresser drawer to retrieve a condom. “Here,” she said, throwing it at him.
Max caught it, and smiled as he tore open the package. “What a way to ruin the romance.”
“Hey, no glove, no love, buddy.”
Max chuckled, “No, I’m all for condoms. You didn’t have to throw it at me, though.”
“Just fuck me already,” she demanded.
“Yes, ma’m,” Max said as he rolled on the condom and positioned himself on top of her. Call him silly, call him stupid, call him love-struck, but he wanted to savor this moment. His nerves started to work against him, and he caught her looking at him in anticipation. He brought his hand down to flick against her clit a few times, and when her eyes fluttered closed he thrust deep inside her, causing her to gasp when she felt his cock hit her in all the right places. Her vaginal walls clamped down around his thick shaft, and Max hissed. He pulled out slowly, and quickly entered her again before moving in and out in a steady rhythm.
Liz curled her legs around his waist, meeting each of his thrusts with her own, causing him to move deeper each time. Max’s face contorted in pleasure as waves started to wrack through his body, but he didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Not without Liz.
As he continued thrusting, he leaned down and brought his lips to hers, swooping his tongue in her mouth the way his cock was thrusting in and out of her liquid heat.
Every area of her body was on fire. Her nipples poked hard and proud into his chest, and each time their thrusts met, she could feel his sweat-slicked skin meshing wickedly against hers, heating every area of her body with an array of sensations. The friction magnified each time he thrust into her, their sweat mingling as their bodies collided sweetly against one another.
In one final deep thrust Liz ripped her lips away from Max’s, immediately tossing her head back to release an earth-shattering scream, her body arching almost completely off the bed. Her release triggered his as he growled deep and came heavily with her name on his lips.
Sated and relieved of all her tension, Liz lay underneath Max biting her lip. She could have sworn she’d heard him say her name as she came down from the sexual high. She ignored it, though. His breathing was heavy, and so was his body.
“Umm, Max?”
“Mmm,” was his reply. She certainly tired him out.
Liz smirked, “Mind moving a little? You’re kind of heavy.”
“Oh, sorry,” Max blushed as he rolled over onto the other side of the bed. After a few minutes to calm his over-heated body, he stood up.
“Oh good, you’re leaving,’” Liz said.
Max turned around, a confused look on his face. “Actually, I was just going to dispose of this condom in the wastebasket.”
“Oh,” Liz replied.
“Why, do you want me to leave?”
Liz shrugged, “If you want to.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then don’t. I don’t care.”
Max turned around and walked to the restroom to throw away the condom. On the way, he stopped in the living room to retrieve their clothes. Once he made his way back, he spotted Liz sitting up against the headboard of her bed, still completely naked.
“You know,” Max said, easing onto the bed beside her. “I’ve never done it with the lights on before. None of the other women I’ve slept with allowed it.”
Liz turned to look at him, “Lucky you, then.”
Max shrugged, “Just making light conversation.”
“You want to know how many ways I’ve done it?” Liz asked. “It would really make your head spin.”
Growing bold, Max eyed her intensely, “Only if you promise to show me each and every one of them.”
Liz shook her head. “I thought I told you, one night only.”
“Oh come on, that was ages ago.”
Liz laughed, “That was no more than a week ago.”
“So,” Max gave her a boyish look. Which she had to admit looked cute with his hair all ruffled and mussed. “Things could have changed.”
“Well, they didn’t.”
“I think they did.”
“Oh do you now?” Liz asked, raising a devious brow.
“I think you like me, Liz Parker. And I think that if you let me, I could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
Liz turned her back on him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Maybe you don’t deserve it.”
Max was right behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. The move was natural and comfortable, even though Liz didn’t want it to be. “You know,” she started, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this because it’ll just egg you on, but I’ve never brought a guy here before.”
“Oh really?” Max said into her hear, before curling a hand over to her breast and playing languidly with the nipple.
“Really,” Liz leaned back, her long hair cascading down past his arms.
“That means I’m special, huh?” Max said, abruptly stopping his movement on her breast to look in her face.
Liz rolled her eyes and sat back up again, turning to face him. “See, I shouldn’t have told you.”
“I don’t really think you know how much I’m starting to care for you, Liz. I’ve never wanted to be with someone so much before. I want to bring out the girl you were before, the girl that I know is just aching to be free.”
As Liz remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the rumpled sheets, Max studied her face. He realized, for the first time, that she had a scar above her eyebrow. Without pretense, he ran a finger gently across the scar, taking note as Liz involuntarily shivered from his touch. Not out of pleasure, but something else.
Max swallowed, “Any other scars I haven’t noticed?”
Liz stood up, her back facing him, and he saw an array of faded scars on her lower back, near her butt. One long scar stretched out and over to her waist.
Max shook his head, “Please say it wasn’t Kyle.”
Liz immediately shook her head, “No. It wasn’t Kyle.”
“Will you ever tell me, Liz?”
“Stop it.”
“What?” Max asked, looking up to meet her eyes.
“I said stop it.”
Confused, Max reached out to take hold of her hand, but she pulled it away. “Jesus Christ, Liz. What is your problem?” He said in frustration.
“You’re my problem.”
“Oh don’t feed me that bullshit Liz, I’m getting tired of it. You’re totally fine one minute, and then you put up all these defenses. Why Liz? Please, I just want to try and understand.”
“You won’t.”
“I won’t understand?” Max asked.
Liz shook her head, “Can we please just drop the subject,” she asked quietly. The look on her face was enough to make Max do anything she asked of him.
“Sure,” he said, watching her quietly.
Liz pulled on Max’s t-shirt, “I’m keeping this.”
“What?” Max asked.
“It smells nice. I like it. So, I’m keeping it.”
“So,” Max smirked, “Does this mean we’re officially together?”
“It means I like your shirt.”
“And what about us?”
“What about us?”
“Are we together, or what?”
“We’re friends, Max.” Liz said. “And friends give presents. So this shirt of yours is a present to me.”
Max shook his head. At least she was calling him a friend now. Liz Parker was changing. He smiled, “So where’s my present then?”
“Maybe next time,” Liz said.
Max frowned, giving her the puppy-dog eyes.
“I already told you, Max. That trick doesn’t work on me.”
“Well then, what if I pounce on you, like a cat?” Max wiggled his eyebrows.
“Oh you silly, silly boy, I’m the one who pounces,” Liz said seductively as she slowly crawled on all fours across the bed in front of him. She stopped merely an inch away from him before running a hand down his naked chest to make contact with his erect dick. As soon as her fingers curled around him, he moaned audibly. “Up for round two?” Liz asked as she slowly brought her other hand against Max’s chest to ease him down onto the bed. “This time, I’m on top.”
Max groaned again just thinking of all the possibilities.
~*~
The sunlight leaked in through the blinds and forced Max to open his eyes. Stifling a yawn, he turned over to realize the other side of the bed was empty. Had Liz run away from him in her own apartment? Shaking his head, he found his underwear and jeans strewn across the floor. Liz must have tucked his t-shirt somewhere in one of her drawers.
As he pulled on his jeans, his cell phone jabbed him in the side and he pulled it out. Oh shit. His display screen said he missed 5 calls. Quickly flipping open his cell, he checked his voicemail, cringing the whole time. Just as he thought, Isabel’s voice filtered through, “Hey Max, Michael and I just arrived here at 10 a.m. We rented a really nice Jeep, I think it goes very well with this desert terrain, and we’re on our way over to your apartment now. Hopefully, we won’t get lost. See ya in a few.”
Max smiled. Trust Isabel to rent a car just because it ‘went well with the environment’. Just like her fashion sense. At least she wasn’t pissed. Max checked his watch, it was nearly 1 p.m. His second voicemail filtered through, “Maxwell, it’s Is. Where are you? Michael and I are standing out here in front of your apartment and you are no where to be found. You better have a good explanation for this.”
Max didn’t bother listening to any more of his messages as he nearly ran out of Liz’s room and paused in the living room only when Maria shouted, “Where’s the fire?”
“Oh,” Max said, feeling like an idiot. “My sister and my friend from New York got here at 10 a.m. and they’re pissed that I’m not at my apartment to let them in right now.”
Maria laughed, flipping through a page of her magazine. “That sucks, I was going to have a nice heart-to-heart with you about Liz too. She ran off to work without saying a single thing to me.”
“Did she seem happy?” Max asked.
“She had a permanent smile on her face,” Maria smirked. “Now run along, lover-boy!”
“Thanks, ‘Ria.” Max said as he opened the door.
“Wait!” Maria shouted just as he exited, “Are you going to see me sing again tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. See ya later, Max.”
By the time Max got to his apartment it was a quarter after one. As he started walking towards Isabel and Michael, he noticed their stances immediately. Michael didn’t seem to be bothered. He could care less about most things in life. To him, Max being three hours late was trivial. To Isabel, however, it was a big deal. She was fuming. Her arms were crossed and she stomped a foot on the ground.
“Well well well Maxwell. Not only are you three hours late, but you’re also shirtless and… are those... are those,” Isabel marched forward, “Lee Jeans!” She gasped, covering a hand over her mouth.
“Is, I can’t wear your designer silk shirts and pants 24/7.”
“Of course you can’t, but you can wear my jeans!”
“Since when did you make jeans?”
“Since a week ago!”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Oh drop it, you two,” Michael said, breaking their little dispute. “You’re arguing over jeans,” Michael said to Max before fixing his gaze on Isabel and repeating, “Jeans.”
Isabel opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“I’m sorry, Is.” Max said before hugging his sister. “I’ve missed you.”
“It certainly doesn’t look like it. Where were you?” She eyed him speculatively.
“Can you stop with the big sister treatment, and can’t we just talk about something else?”
Isabel narrowed her eyes, “You were with a girl, weren’t you?”
“Was it that Liz chick?” Michael asked.
Max shot Michael a glare before turning back to Isabel.
“You never told me you had a girlfriend!” Isabel smiled, “What’s she like?”
“Well, I don’t.” Max scratched his head.
Isabel blinked, “But it’s not like you to stay the night at random women’s houses.”
“She’s not a ‘random woman’, Is. She’s just different.”
“Hey, come on guys,” Michael butted in. When Max and Isabel argued, they could go on for hours. “Let’s unpack and get settled in.”
“Sounds good,” Max said, already feeling exasperated from his sister’s constant nagging.
“Oh, one second,” Isabel said. She smiled at Michael before whistling.
Max turned a confused head on Isabel as a small lab made his way over to her and started licking at her two-hundred dollar sandal-covered feet.
Max immediately bent down to pet the puppy. “For me?” He asked.
Isabel nodded, “Yep. I didn’t want you to be lonely over here all by yourself.”
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“Boy.”
“Did you name him yet?” Max asked.
“No, not yet. That’s for you to do.”
“Call him Brody.” Michael suggested.
“Brody sounds cute,” Is said. “Let’s see if he likes it. Brody!”
The puppy looked up at Isabel and tilted his head to the side. As she repeated the name ‘Brody’, he started to wag his tail.
“I think he likes it,” Max smiled.
“Now that that’s settled, grab my bags boys and take ‘em inside,” Isabel said as she leaned down to pick up Brody.
Michael and Max stared at each other and shrugged as they headed over to the rental car and started grabbing luggage.
~*~
