Lust (The Stripped Bare Series Book 1) (13 page)

“Shh, before someone hears and disturbs us.” I can feel the smile on his face as he trails kisses down my naked stomach. Standing up, he has a wicked glint in his eye. “Cover yourself up and get your stuff.” I’m shocked, is he refusing me again? I sit up; my face must look upset because he leans in again, kissing me forcefully. “I’m taking you back to my place,” he says with a smirk. I quickly shove my boobs back into my top and stand up. He gives my arse a small slap as I turn to head out of the room. I clench my thighs together trying to get some small relief from the incredible ache that needs dealing with. “I just need to do one small thing before I leave. Give me ten minutes and meet me in the car park.”

“Okay.” My voice is small and breathy, I’m not sure I can actually walk on these shaky legs. He towers above me, placing his hands on the top of my arms.

“You really want to do this, Jasmine?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good, ’cause I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to dance tonight or any other night ever again.” I should be worried about that statement, but all it does is make me hornier. He kisses me one last time but this time it’s much gentler. Turning around, I make my way out of the door to get changed and grab my things. Heading out of the door, Piper calls me back.

“Hey, Jazz, are you going home?”

“Yeah, I need to get home before I have to pick Austen up from school.” That’s a lie.

“Any chance I can get a lift home, my car’s broke and I need to get home for the workman.” Shit, how am I going to make an excuse up now? “You look flushed, are you okay?”

“Um, yeah… I’m just…um…it’s the adrenaline from the dance.” I smile, hoping she buys my explanation. “Yeah, I’ll drop you off. Just let me text my mum to let her know I’ll be home soon.” Pulling out my phone, I quickly fire a text to Max to let him know what’s happened. Piper picks up her bag from the seat next to her and we make our way out to the car park.

“You were great today, you’re going to be fantastic tonight.” Not if Max has anything to do with it, I think to myself, smiling.

“Thanks, I felt great. You were right, it really does give you confidence.”

“Max enjoyed it.” I turn to look at her; she has a smirk on her face.

“Did he? I didn’t notice.” I shrug, trying to play the situation down.

“He never once took his eyes off you. Come to think of it, he never takes his eyes off you when you’re in the same room together.”

“He’s probably just doing it as a boss. Making sure I’m doing my job properly.” Damn this woman, why does she have to be so intuitive.

“Yeah, whatever,” she says as we pull up outside her house. “I’ll see you tonight. I’ll come find you before you go on stage. Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” She winks as she gets out of the car and I breathe a sigh of relief. Checking my phone, I notice that I’ve received a text from Max telling me to meet him at his flat; he leaves the address at the end of the message. My stomach dances like a thousand tiny butterflies are trying to get out. I’m so nervous now that I’ve had time away and the adrenaline has worn off. I want this, though; we’ve danced around the sexual tension for too long. I make my way to the address he gave and pull up outside. Noticing his bike in the driveway, I quickly check my reflection in the mirror. I’d rubbed off my performance make-up before I left the club and re-applied some foundation and mascara. I quickly apply some lip-gloss to my dry lips and rub them together. Grabbing my bag, I exit the car and walk up the drive. My legs feel like jelly as I go to knock on the door. He opens it wearing nothing but a towel, it’s the first time I’ve seen his bare chest and my God, it’s glorious.

“Come in,” he says with a smile, and I think I may have just come from looking at him.

Max

My head is on straight. I’m doing this, I’ll deal with the consequences later. I finish up my work, sign off on the order, and close the computer down. My phone alerts me of a message, looking down I note it’s from Jasmine. I’d saved her number when she called me to rescue her the other night. Thinking about it, I don’t know why I never had her number before then, I guess I’m not the stealthy stalker that I thought I was. I text my address and collect my jacket and helmet. It has provided me with the perfect opportunity to get home and have a shower before she arrives. Not that I stink or anything, I just want to smell my best for her. Shit! What is wrong with me? I laugh lightly to myself at the thought of wanting to smell nice for a girl. The cool air hits me as I walk out of the door. I take a deep breath, I really shouldn’t be leaving the club, but I can’t pass up this opportunity. I need to feel her bare skin against mine, I need to feel her breath on my lips…Shit! Now I have to ride home with a hard on.

Arriving home, I quickly run around the flat, tidying up rubbish that I’d left lying around last night. I dart into the bathroom and quickly jump in the shower, making it out just as I hear her car pull up. I take a deep breath before heading to the door. Her face lights up when she sees me, in a towel, beads of water dripping from my bare skin. I know she’s affected by me, and it’s making me hard. Everything she does makes me hard. She walks in the door, timidly. I know that she’s had time for the adrenaline to wear off and I hope that she isn’t regretting her decision because if she leaves me hanging I don’t think my dick will be able to handle that rejection. It’s rock solid right now; I think my balls have turned blue already. What the hell was I thinking stopping things in the office? I should’ve just bent her over that table and shagged her till she begged me to stop. The only reason I stopped was so that we weren’t heard. I want to make her scream. I could just imagine the girls walking in on us in the office. That would be hard to explain.

She looks around the living room. It’s not the most fancy place in the world but it’s comfortable enough for Dex and me. It’s a proper bachelor pad. Lots of blues, blacks and browns, a leather sofa and gaming chair, Xbox, fifty-inch TV and surround sound, you know, manly shit.

“Would you like a drink?” I offer, still remembering the manners that my mother taught me.

“Yes, please. I’ll just have a water, thanks.” Her voice is small. I loved her confidence earlier, it excited me, but I also love her submissiveness. Who am I kidding? I love everything about her. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and hand it to her, watching as she opens the lid and takes a swig. Her neck moves as the cool liquid flows down and I want to kiss that sweet spot again. She shifts nervously on her feet and plays with the bracelet around her wrist. I try to quickly think of something, I don’t want to just invite her to the bedroom, although I know that’s the reason why we’re here. It just seems wrong suddenly. I want to treat her right, not like every other slapper I’ve had in my bed. Shit, I hope I changed the sheets last time? I’m sure I did. I need to calm down and stop acting like a twat, get a grip, Max, she likes
you
, you’ve already won her.

“Do you want to sit down?” I motion for her to go back through to the living room. She sits down on the sofa and I sit next to her. I don’t know why it feels so awkward; I think maybe we are both trying too hard. I’ve never had this problem with women; I usually bring them home and drag them straight into my bedroom. Jasmine is different, though. My feelings are different
.
“So, are you excited for tonight?” I don’t know what else to say to her. She plays with the bottle of water, running her fingers innocently up and down it. I imagine her doing the same to my dick. She looks up and licks her lips slowly, looking at my bare chest, her eyes scan the tattoos on my arms, my mermaid.

“Why a mermaid?
”
Why has she changed the subject?

“You’ll probably think it’s stupid,” I reply, trying to shrug her off the subject. I look down at the tattoo that I had done ten years ago and smile. Maybe, I’ve finally found my mermaid.

“I won’t laugh, I promise.” She encourages.

“The mermaid symbolises danger, temptation, sensuality and love. They’re beautiful, mythological creatures that enchant men with their seductive charm and beauty. When I was younger I was obsessed with finding ‘the one’. My mermaid. I like to think that it’s a symbolism of letting our hearts and our passion overrule our minds. I told you it was stupid.” I shrug.

“I knew you weren’t all brawn and good looks, you have a good heart and soul, Max. I think that’s why I like you so much.” She leans in closer, trying to get a better look at the tattoo. I have several tattoos, but it’s that specific one that she admires. Her hair brushes my face and I inhale her scent. I love the smell of her. She lifts her face up to look at me and I capture it in my hands before she can pull away. I’m fed up of waiting; I need to be inside her now. Pressing my lips firmly to hers, I push my tongue inside her mouth; I need to taste her. She tastes like fresh water and strawberries. She lets out a small whimper and my dick stiffens beneath my towel.

Standing up, I take her by the hand and lead her towards the bedroom. I’m glad I made my bed this morning before I left. I kick a few things underneath it as we walk in, and she lets out a little laugh, it’s the cutest sound in the world. Sitting down on the bed, she leans back on her elbows. I stand for a few moments, admiring the beautiful woman in front of me before moving in between her legs.

Goddamn it, she’s beautiful. Her breathing increases with every second that I stand there watching her, examining her. I know she’s desperate for me but I’m loving the way her breathing is becoming more and more accelerated the longer she waits, no matter how hard it is for me. Leaning down, I slowly remove her trousers or leggings or whatever it is you women call them, then I make work on her top, slowly lifting it above her head, her arms raising to help me. She sits on my bed, wearing just her bra and panties and I think I’m gonna come in my pants like a horny teenager.

Every single inch of her milky white skin is perfect. She’s got fake tan on, but her complexion remains light. She has a small birthmark on her lower stomach, just above her hipbone. I lean down to examine it further. It’s a fucking mermaid tail. Holy shit! I look up at her eyes and she smirks, that’s why she was so obsessed with my mermaid tattoo.

“It’s a tail,” I say, with awe in my voice.

“I’ve had it since birth. I’ve always been fascinated with mermaids because of it. I love the ocean.” I don’t believe in all that soulmate shit, but fuck, if she isn’t my other half then I don’t know who is. Pushing her backwards on the bed, I kiss her fiercely. Pulling the straps of her bra down, I drag back the cups, revealing those magnificent tits that I had in my mouth earlier. Her perfect pink nipples sit up in appreciation and I take them in-between my teeth biting gently, then licking the tip. Her back arches, pushing her flawless tits further into my mouth. I spend some time admiring each one, before trailing kisses across her stomach, taking my time on the mermaid tail before gently pulling her panties down each leg.

I suck my breath through my teeth when I witness her smooth, glistening pussy, presenting itself to me. I don’t admire it for too long, before lowering my head between her thighs and licking straight up her perfect slit. Holy crap, she tastes delicious, I could live off this taste alone. Her moans and whimpers are making me want to forget about the foreplay and shove my cock inside her, but I control my urge, spending more time tasting her. I thrust a finger inside her.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“I want you to take me, Max.” I think I actually growl at her words.

“Oh, Jasmine. I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” I smirk. I know it’s pretty cocky on my part, but I know how to shag a woman.

Thrusting my fingers inside her, I run my tongue over her clit, she flinches as my teeth graze her sensitive nub and it makes me do it over and over again. I know she’s getting close, I can hear it in the noises she’s making and the way her breathing accelerates. I thrust faster, cupping my fingers upwards to the front to try and find that elusive G-spot. I lick and suck like my life depends on it, her legs tense and she lets out the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she repeats, over and over again. I continue my assault until she stops panting. Her juices drip down my chin and I lick them off. I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so good. I swear, I could bottle her cum and drink it every day.

Standing up, I lift her with ease up the bed so that she’s lying central. Her cheeks are a soft pink colour and her eyes are heavy. I didn’t think she could look any more gorgeous, but her post orgasm glow does just that. I swear this woman has turned me into some kind of emotional pussy. All I can think about is her beauty, her taste and her smell. It’s all so alien to me, but strangely, it doesn’t terrify me. It makes me feel happy, and calm.

“Hi,” she says, when I lean over her lax body. She has the biggest smile on her face.

“Hi,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her soft pink lips and letting her taste herself. She pulls my head forward, sticking her tongue in my mouth; it’s such a turn on. My dick’s harder than it’s ever been before. I don’t know how I’ve refrained from putting it inside her, so far. Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab a condom as she watches me with hunger in her eyes. She finally notices that I no longer have the towel wrapped around me and I see her eyes light up and her tongue dart out to lick her lips as she sees my cock standing to attention. I have to admit that I was blessed in the dick department, I’m not bragging or anything, it’s just the truth. I pull the condom on and line the head up at her entrance.

“I want you to look at me. Never close your eyes.” I tell her. I want to see those emerald eyes staring back at me whilst I pound into her. She nods her head and I push myself in slightly. Her head rolls back and her eyes close as I get further in. Removing myself, she looks back up at me with confusion on her face. “I said, don’t close your eyes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” I ram in hard and she gasps for breath, grabbing hold of the sheets tightly. Shit, I hope I didn’t hurt her? I lift her leg upwards and place it over my shoulder, making me go in deeper. She whimpers and goes to close her eyes again, before remembering to keep them open. I smile and nod at her as I pull back and ram in forcefully once more. Reaching down, I place the pad of my thumb on her clit, she screams out as her orgasm rips through her body. Eventually, her eyes close and I allow it this time. I continue to pound into her as her orgasm rides on and on. Slowing down, I grip hold of the headboard to steady myself as I slip out of her. She winces from the loss before I turn her over and slap her arse hard.

“That was for shutting your eyes.” She cries out as the harsh sting of my slap bites her delicate arse. I don’t even give her chance to recover before sliding back inside her from behind. She positions herself on her knees, grabbing hold of the wooden headboard in front of her. I push forward as she pushes back. Grabbing the back of her hair tightly in my hands, I pull her head towards my chest and kiss the side of her neck. A shiver runs through her body and her tight little pussy squeezes my dick, hard. The noises she’s making are driving me crazy. I’m not going to be able to last long while she continues to milk my dick with her clenches. Her moans are coming thick and fast now as I slide in and out of her throbbing wet pussy.

“Come for me, Jasmine. Let me hear you scream.” I thrust inside her over and over as her screams get louder.

“I’m gonna…Oh my God!” That’s my undoing. My whole body shakes as my orgasm rips through me. I bite down on her neck as she pulsates against my cock. I’m done. That was amazing! I slip out of her gently and she collapses on the bed in a delicate heap. Removing the condom, I climb off the bed and head to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth I run it under the warm water.

“Lie on your back.” I command, when I re-enter the room. She turns over and she looks so damn beautiful. Her messy hair covers her face and her post orgasmic glow is divine. I could easily go again, but I have to get back to the club. She gives me a huge smile as I wipe her gently with the cloth.

“Thank you.” Her voice is shaky. I hope I made good on my promise to shag her so hard she won’t be able to dance. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to control myself tonight. I throw the cloth in the wash basket and lie back down on the bed next to her. “I don’t think I can walk.” I can’t see her face, but I can sense the smile in her voice. Letting out a little chuckle, I stare up at the ceiling. What the hell am I going to do? I need to tell Dexter, soon. I can’t lie to him any longer. And there’s no chance in hell that I’m staying away from her, not now, I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.