Up in Flames [The Heroes of Silver Springs 10] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (17 page)

“When we’re done here, I’m going to take you to the bedroom where you can make noise. I want to hear you, Gina. I want to make you scream. Will you scream for me, baby?”

“Yes.” Oh God, yes. She would do anything he wanted her to do. She knew that with a certainty that had her vagina contracting around his fingers as miniexplosions detonated inside her womb. She was his for the taking. Anything he wanted, however he wanted it, she would give it to him. He could make her scream and a whole lot more.

His fingers probed her saturated opening. His thumb began a pressured massage to her clit. Somehow he managed to reach further between her legs and pressed yet another finger over her anus.

Regina’s eyes flew open in shock, but when she attempted to move she realized none of her limbs wanted to cooperate. Her body was completely at his mercy as she had known it would be. She was powerless to stop anything he attempted to do and knew she didn’t want to stop him even if she could.

“I want you naked in my bed. I want you beneath me. I want my cock shoved inside you as far as it will go and then some.”

She wanted to scream at him to take her there now, but if she did, he would stop the fantastical things he was doing to her pussy and ass with his fingers. “Max.” She gyrated against his fingers, drawing them deeper still, grinding her clit and her anus against his fingers there, too, as the raptures of the impending orgasm grew stronger. “More. Oh please. I need—” But what she needed was lost as he finally slipped his other hand between their bodies, beneath her shirt and bra, and found her breast.

“What do you need, baby?” His hand moved over her breast, catching, squeezing, the thumb circling her engorged nipple until it hardened to the point of pain. It was a pleasurable pain, a tormenting pain that danced a direct line of fire straight to her aching pussy. “Tell me what you need. God, you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed of listening to you tell me what you need from me.”

You. All I need is you.
She nearly said it before a modicum of sanity split through the sexual fog in her mind.
Not yet. Not now.

“Max Jasper, open this door,” a female voice shouted from out in the hall as she knocked a third time.

Max ignored her. “Your pussy is so hot, so wet it’s driving me crazy. When I get you back to the bedroom, I’m going to taste you. Will you let me do that, baby? Will you let me eat your pussy?”

“Yes. I—” He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it in a pressured squeeze that made all words and all thought go instantly nonexistent.

“You’re supposed to be telling me what you want.” He squeezed her breast again, plunged his fingers deeper again, and she felt as if her senses were being torn apart.

“More,” she gasped and bent her knees in an attempt to get exactly that. She arched her back, thrusting her breast into his palm in a silent plea for more there, too.

“More what, baby?”

“More everything! Harder. Faster. Make me come, Max. I need to come.” She writhed against his fingers, rocking them, riding them as she intended to do later when he shoved his cock inside her, and she felt the orgasm build. Her muscles tightened around him, the depths of her pussy so full of heat spontaneous combustion seemed a real possibility.

“Max. Oh, yes. Max, I’m—about—to—”

He kissed her, smothering her cry as she came undone in his arms. Pleasure, exquisite and fiery sharp, ripped through her and left her helpless and hostage to her body’s spasms as it tightened and shuddered from the force of her orgasm.

He broke the kiss with a tenderness that surprised her, especially after the almost animalistic way he just possessed her. Then he rested his forehead to hers and gazed into her eyes.

“Well, damn. I guess you’re not home after all,” the female voice said outside, and Max’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Regina’s cheeks heated as he slid his fingers out of her pussy and brought that hand to his mouth. He licked the fingers he’d had shoved inside her, all the while holding her gaze.

The sight of him tasting her juices on his fingers that way was so erotically compelling she felt her body preparing to do it all over again.

“Damn, you taste good. Sweet, hot, your juices must be a nectar from the Gods.”

Max’s huskily spoken words sent butterflies fluttering through her belly. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“What? Taste you?” He traced the outline of her lips with the finger he’d had inside her pussy and his mouth. Though he’d licked the digit clean, her scent lingered on his flesh. “I’m going to taste a lot more of you in a minute.”

“I meant ignore your sister that way.”

He lifted a brow. “Would you have preferred I stop touching you and let her in?”

And miss the amazing orgasm you just gave me?
Not a chance.
Going for broke, she wound her arms around his neck, delving the fingers of one hand in the short hairs at the back of his head, and kissed him.

“What I would prefer,” she said, breathless all over again from that single kiss, “is for you to take me to your bedroom and touch me again.”

The smile that unfolded on Max’s lips sent an erotically wicked zing straight to her G-spot. She let out an undignified squeak when he reached down and scooped her into his arms. He gave her a quick bounce as he turned and started walking through the living room.

“I’ve picked up feathers that weigh more than you.”

Regina playfully slapped his shoulder. “You have not. I’ll have you know I weigh one hundred and twenty-five pounds.”

“I can bench press double that and then some, sweetheart.”

She flattened her hand on his shoulder and slid it down his bicep. “Mmm, I can tell. I like the muscles it gives you, too.”

The sound he made was half chuckle and half moan. “When you touch me like that you make those muscles weak.” He turned sideways as he stepped through the doorway of his bedroom. “They start to feel like silly putty.”

“Don’t drop me!”

He grinned. “No chance of that, sweetheart.”

She dragged her hand to the side of his neck and gazed at him. “How come I never knew I had that effect on you?”

He stopped at the edge of his bed, but he didn’t put her down. Instead, he looked at her, holding her gaze for a meaningful moment before he spoke. “You wouldn’t have wanted to hear it before.”

She didn’t tell him, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted to hear it now. Lost in his gaze, her body humming from the pleasure of being captured by his arms, she knew she’d been right all along. This man could destroy her. He could make her want to change her mind about decisions she had made. Worse, he could make her fall in love with him.

Too late to worry about all of that now.

She shot a glance to her right, and the mere sight of his neatly made bed had juices pooling between her feminine lips. Her panties were already soaked. If she squeezed her thighs together, she wouldn’t have been surprised to feel her juices drip down her legs. “Are you going to put me down?”

“The thought’s crossed my mind.” He didn’t follow through with it, though. He buried his face in the side of her neck, caught her sensitized flesh between his teeth, and nipped.

Regina closed her eyes as a sharp dart of pleasured pain shot through her system. He’d pushed the cups of her bra above her breasts beneath her shirt, and the material grazed over her beaded nipple, taunting them when she took a started breath.

“The thing is,” he said huskily as he dragged his tongue up the side of her neck to her ear. He licked her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a gentler nip than he had her neck. “Now that I’ve got you in my arms again, I don’t want to let you go.”

Oh, God.
When he said things like that, she started thinking stuff she shouldn’t. He’d said he didn’t want just one night. That was great! Except there couldn’t be much more than that. She’d made up her mind to move back to Kingsford. Her father needed her. She couldn’t see any other option than returning home so she could be there for him.

Don’t think about that now. You’re in Max’s arms. You’ve come this far. Enjoy him.

She turned her head and couldn’t suppress the excited shiver that ran through her as his nose grazed her ear, her cheek, and the tip of her nose. “But, if you don’t put me down, then I can’t touch you, at least not everywhere I
want
to touch you.” Something sparked in his eyes. She didn’t know exactly what, but seeing it gave her a wicked desire to tease him. She licked his bottom lip and then gave it the kind of nip he’d been giving her ear and neck. “You said you were going to taste a lot more of me, Max. My pussy got wet all over again just thinking about it. Although…” She eased her head back so she could meet his gaze. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate, filled with heat, and swirling with anticipation. “You don’t get another taste of me until I get at least a sample of you.”

The growl that rumbled from low in his throat sounded as if it came from a tortured man. She expected him to lower her to the bed, to go down with her, and fold himself on top of her. He shocked her yet again by bending at his waist and dropping her near the center of the bed.

Regina laughed as she bounced on the mattress, catching the weight of her upper body with her hands on either side of her hips. Her laughter settled into a low appreciative moan as Max climbed onto the bed and crawled toward her on his hands and knees. The look in his eyes reminded her of a tiger sneaking up on his prey. It sent slivers of alarm raining through her right along with embers of white-hot desire.

He didn’t say anything as he hooked his thumbs in the strings of her panties on her hips and tugged them down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder, his eyes filling with hunger as his gaze traveled down her body and settled on her bare pussy.

Where the sudden rush of self-consciousness came from, Regina didn’t know, but she tried to close her legs. He gave his head a single violent shake and slapped one large hand gently on the inside of her knee.

“Open them wider for me.” His voice sounded as predatory as the look in his eyes, and her belly fluttered with an excitement that dived straight to her womb. “I want to see your pussy, Regina. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Regina took a shaky breath and spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to him.

“Damn, you have a gorgeous cunt.”

Cunt. Can’t understand normal thinking. At least, that’s what she’d heard it stood for. She doubted Max would ever use the word in that context, though. Still, she’d always hated the word. But when Max said it, the way his voice took on that gruff, admiring tone, it became the most erotic, most beautiful word she’d ever heard.

His hand, still on the inside of her knee, glided down her inner thigh. He touched her pussy, the faintest brush of a fingertip to the edge of her feminine lips, and the look on his face was one of a man who truly liked what he saw.

“Max.” She didn’t know what made her say his name. Anticipation, maybe? A plea for him touch her more, to touch her deeper? Either way, it spilled from her lips on a sigh that turned utterly breathless when he lowered his head between her legs and planted a tender kiss to the fold he’d touched.

He shifted, wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs, and covered her pussy with his mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the super sensitive flesh just above her anus, and she stiffened. She could’ve sworn she heard him chuckle at that, but the wonderment if he did or not fled in the next instant when he licked her from that spot all the way to her clit.

“Max.” His name left her on a strangled breath as her arms shook and collapsed from under her. She fell back on the bed, knowing exactly why she’d said his name this time as a riot of sheer pleasure overwhelmed her system. His tongue paused at her clit, drew circles around the pulsing bud, and then he licked it between his teeth for another of those nips she was coming to love so much. It drew a cry from her lips, ignited a fuse in her womb, and set her orgasmic beast to pacing in its cage.

His tongue traveled down, flattened over the opening of her vagina, and then delved inside. He thrust into her channel, a long, wide strip of satin going as deep as it could into her sodden opening.

Her hips came off the mattress, and she buried her hands in his hair, her fingers fisting the short strands. He twisted his tongue inside her, licked the ultrasensitive walls of her channel, pulled back, and then dove deep again.

“Christ,” she breathed as her body shuttered, the pressure in her womb building. “Your tongue should come with a warning label.”

She felt his shoulders shake between her thighs and felt the heat of his breath when he chuckled. It didn’t stop him. He pulled his tongue from her channel, danced his mouth to her swollen fold, and captured it, rolling it in a pressured clamp of his lips.

She moaned, her back arched off the bed, and she closed her eyes as the orgasm inside her grew claws. His tongue picked up pace, driving inside her channel with a fierce speed that had those claws digging into the inner walls of her pussy. She felt him shift again, felt the slightest graze of his hand, and then the pressure of a fingertip as he pressed it to her clit.

“Oh, Max.” Her head lolled uncontrollably as he fucked her with his tongue, his fingertip falling into the same rhythm as it drew pressured circles on her clit. She couldn’t hold back, though she tried her damnedest to do so. She didn’t want the pleasure to end. Her orgasm had different plans. It burst out of her with a force that drew a scream from her lips, her inner muscles convulsing around his tongue as he continued to fuck her until her entire system turned to the consistency of jelly.