Still, sometimes a girl wanted to take control, and if there was one sexual memory of the two of us that repeatedly seeped into my fantasies, it was my first encounter with Max’s magnificent cock. My first encounter with any man, for that matter.
Stroking him firmly, I broke away from our kiss and looked up at him. A smile curled my lips as I lowered myself to my knees.
Max’s gaze was hard with lust, but the moment I ran my tongue over his tip, he threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty groan.
I’d only done this once before—to him, obviously—but I still recalled the salt of him on my tongue. And now, like before, feeling him between my lips, sliding in and out, made me excruciatingly wet. I loved having power over his body like this, knowing that the deeper I took his cock in my mouth, the hotter it made him.
I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and up again to the tip, cupping his balls and squeezing gently.
Max flexed his hips and groaned again. “Fuck, Lily. That mouth of yours is fucking amazing.”
I smiled and sucked him back between my lips, wrapping one hand down at his base since there was no way in hell that big dick would ever fit all the way inside my mouth.
I began moving faster as Max pumped his hips, thrusting himself in time to my movements. He placed his hands at the back of my head and threaded his strong fingers into my hair. His pace quickened, and I knew he was close. Honestly, so was I. One little flick of my c-spot, and I would be jumping off the O-cliff with a huge splash.
“Fuck, Lily,” Max panted his words, “I’m going to come.”
I continued, feeling insanely aroused by the sound of his voice and the dirty thoughts of letting him come somewhere other than inside my mouth. Maybe on my tits or on my face—something I never would’ve considered in the past.
Max pulled away. “Stand up and turn around.”
He quickly helped me to my feet and bent me over the back of the armchair. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and thrust into me from behind. My breath whooshed from my lungs as he hit the spot like a bull’s-eye with the tip of his cock, triggering an orgasm that started deep inside. I froze, unable to breathe or think or speak. Max withdrew almost completely and then slammed into me again, triggering another delicious contraction.
“Oh, God. You’re so fucking tight, Lily.” He withdrew and repeated the thrust, this time reaching around to stroke my c-spot. That was it for me.
I whimpered with another hard orgasm that washed through my body, my nails digging into the chair.
“Yeah, that’s right. Come for me, Lily,” he whispered and pressed his fingers in time with his pistoning cock to draw out every last contraction.
I thought I might lose my fucking mind.
Just as I began to float down from cloud nine, Max straightened his spine, grabbed my hips, and fucked me harder. His hips slammed against my ass, and he drove into me again and again, so deep it almost hurt.
“Fucking hell, Lily…” he said with a gravelly voice and leaned in. His dick twitched as he poured his cum inside me.
After several long moments, he made a few tiny jabs, releasing those last drops, before he exhaled loudly. “Goddammit, Lily. You know I can’t let you go.”
At this moment, I didn’t want him to. “Yes, boss.” I smiled.
He slapped my ass hard. “That’s Mr. Cole to you.”
I could hardly see straight while Max and I put ourselves back together, but as I hiked my skirt down, I suddenly realized we had fucked in broad daylight and one entire side of the office was made of windows. One tall building down the street had a view inside.
“Please tell me those windows have that reflective stuff on them,” I said, feeling mortified.
Max laughed. “Of course. I’m not sharing you with anyone ever again. Not even visually.” He gave my ass another smack. “Now get dressed. We need to talk.”
“Ouch!” I stood up straight and shot him a look, rubbing out the sting.
He winked. “There’s more where that came from if you don’t change your mind and tell me this goodbye bullshit is behind—”
His phone rang in his pocket. He slid it out and glanced at the screen. “My apologies. I need to take this.” His expression melted from freshly fucked and playful to ice-cold serious. I didn’t like it one bit.
“Sure,” I said.
He put the phone to his ear, left the room, and shut the door behind him.
Nervous, I quickly straightened out my skirt and walked over to the window, looking for any sign of peeping Toms.
“Lily.” Max’s deep voice filled the room, and his solemn tone immediately put me on edge.
Crap. “What’s wrong?”
He lifted his beautiful dark brows. “Do you remember my sister?”