Fade Into Me (6 page)

“That was incredible,” he said. “I think there’s some on your dress.”

Oh no. Stupidly, or perhaps just because of the circumstances, I hadn’t even thought of that. “I need to see it in the light,” I said, frantically situating my dress back over my breasts. As I straightened the lower part of my dress, I felt it for sure. Splashes of his semen on my dress, rivulets of it succumbing to gravity and making its way down to my legs.

Max took his pocket-square out of his jacket and wiped it up as best he could.

“When we get to the room, I’m afraid you’ll have to take this dress off so we can let this spot soak.”

I smiled. “How convenient.”

“This could get complicated,” Max said, sliding the card into the lock when we got to his hotel room.

“How so?”

He took a deep breath. “Complicated in the sense of…” His voice trailed off. “Well, let me put it this way. Can you stop?”

“Stop what?”

“Stop what we’re doing,” he said. “If I told you in the next ten seconds that we would never again do what we’ve been doing, the way we’ve been doing it, would you be okay with that?”

I had to think about it for a minute.

The silence prompted him to speak. “I think the answer is no.”

I said, “What makes you say that?”

“The pause.”

“That pause could have been me figuring out a way to tell you I do want to stop,” I said.

Max laughed. “I don’t think so, honey.”

There was a cockiness in his tone. Normally I’d be the first to roll my eyes and dismiss a guy who was so sure of himself. But Max was different in so many ways.

He continued, “I think you’d start it up on your own if I stopped.”

Dammit. He was probably right. I didn’t want to admit it, though.

He said, “Can you go back to life before me?”

“I can live without it,” I said, taunting him.

This time it was Max who paused before saying, “I’m sure you could live without me. But the question is: Would you
want
to?”

That was indeed the question, and the answer was no.

When I told him, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Max said: “All afternoon I’ve been thinking about how I couldn’t wait to get you naked and make you come all over my cock.”

He hadn’t done this much dirty talking since I met him, and it was beginning to have a strangely intoxicating effect on me.

He lowered the zipper on my dress, quickly shoved it down my body, and I stepped out of it. I was standing there with my back to him, wearing only a bra, panty-hose and shoes.

The shoes didn’t last long. Neither did the hose. Max removed them and, still with my back to him, he finished undressing me.

Last to go was the bra. His hands went for it, and in seconds it too was on the floor. I was completely naked.

“Turn around,” he said.

I was turning, but apparently not fast enough for him because he helped spin me around. The next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed.

Max was hovering over me, licking my nipples. I watched his mouth as he clamped onto each nipple, trading off, back and forth, taking each one fully into his mouth.

He kissed the area between my breasts and then started down my stomach and finally stopping right as his mouth made contact with my clitoris.

I felt his tongue flicking on it.

I put my hands on his head.

I was squirming a lot and Max said, “Do you want to come like this?”

“Yes. Yes…” I could barely get the words out.

“Maybe later,” he teased.

Without saying anything, he stood up, reached out for my hand and I took it. He pulled me to a sitting position, stood in front of me, fully clothed. He even still had his jacket on.

Still silent, not warning me at all, his hands went to his pants zipper, and all of a sudden I was sitting there and Max was holding his fully erect cock right in front of my face.

He gave it a few strokes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“I want to see what you look like with a cock in your mouth,” he said.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward, my lips pursed tightly. I kissed the tip of his cock and felt that slick fluid sticking to my lips.

“Put your hand down,” he said, and I dropped the hand that was holding it in place.

He started moving his hips back and forth. I moved away when he thrust forward because the first time he did that it went in too deep.

He brushed the hair away from my face. I opened my eyes, looked up at his, and saw him craning his neck to the side a little so he had a full view of himself sliding in and out of my mouth.

“You look amazing,” he said. “So hot. I love fucking your mouth.”

I felt the veined ridges of his erection on my lips. I felt how much bigger the tip was when he squeezed and made it bulge even more.

He was starting to throb more and more, and frequently. At once, I wanted him to come in my mouth, but I also didn’t want any of this to end.

He pulled it out of my mouth, put his hand on his erection and gave it a few light strokes. I tried to get my jaw to relax. It felt like it was cramping.

Max put his hand on my shoulder, directed me onto my back. “Move back more,” he said.

As I moved farther back on the bed, he stripped naked. I watched him take his clothes off and drank in his tight, hard athlete’s body as though it were the first time I was seeing it. As he stood there naked for a few seconds, I again looked down and saw his hardness. I was only seconds away from having it inside me.

Max knelt before me and stroked himself with one hand, his other hand between my legs, rubbing me up and down.

“You look so hot,” he said. “I have to taste you again.”

He lowered his head between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

I moved my hands up and down my legs, going closer to my pussy with each pass, finally getting my fingers in place. I spread myself open, giving him a close-up view of my excited clit.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Show me how you do it.”

I circled the pad of my forefinger around. He told me to stick my finger out, and when I did he took it into his mouth, sucked on it, then pulled away, leaving my finger dripping with his saliva.

I circled my clit a little faster, then slipped one finger into my hole, joined a second later by another.

“I love watching you finger yourself.”

I looked down and saw how close his face was. Inwardly I was begging him to lick me, but I couldn’t ask for it. I’d have to wait until he was ready.

Which didn’t take long.

His head lowered again and he turned it a little to one side, pushing my hand away. “All mine.”

He slipped a finger into me, turned it up a little, massaging my soft inner walls.

And his tongue had stopped teasing—it was now right where I’d been dying to feel it.

I positioned myself up on my elbows a little so I could look farther down and have a clear view of what he was doing to me. He moved both of his arms under me to lift my pelvis up. I had a perfect line of sight now and watched his every movement.

“You like watching?” he said, between licks, and looking up to make eye contact.

I nodded.

“Tell me.”

I took a breath and said, “I love watching you bathe me with your tongue.”

“Nice, Olivia. Very dirty.”

His fingers parted me. His tongue swirled around my clit, like he was polishing a fine pearl.

His finger moved a little faster, now making circles inside, matching the rhythmic movement of his tongue.

I said, “Do it, right there, oh yeah…”

“Ask.”

“Please,” I said, having momentarily forgotten my role.

He started flicking his tongue up and down on my clit, just the end of his tongue making contact with me, trying to heighten the sensitivity, and tease it a little.

My hips were moving up and down.

He slid one finger into me, and he asked me if I wanted two. I said yes, and felt them go in a little tightly, but I was slick and soon each finger was buried in me.

Then a third entered me. But not where I expected. Without warning, he had turned his hand to face down, two fingers in my pussy, and his thumb had entered my ass.

I felt the warm walls of my pussy twitch and tighten, then relax, then tighten again. A perfect rhythm started, and my legs closed around his head.

I was coming….

“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah…” Over and over I said it, unable to stop.

Moments later, he leaned down over me and kissed my lips, feeding me my own taste.

Then he went for my neck, then lower, and started sucking on my nipples again. I felt his erection on me now, between my legs, just outside of me. He lowered himself and started sliding his cock around on my pussy—my wetness mixing with his.

“Max.”

He looked deeply into my eyes.

I said, “Don’t use a condom.” We had discussed the fact that I was taking birth control, but still played it safe…until now.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do it. Just do it.”

“I love when you beg me.”

Without warning, he slid into me. I gasped. He was stretching me as he pushed in, farther, deeper, slowly at first and then he plunged it all the way in. I felt his balls against my butt—that’s how close we were, with him all the way inside of me.

He pulled out, not all the way but a long stroke retreating from me. Then, back in, this time faster and just as deep. There was a little pain that went along with it. Not much, but just enough on the edge of the pleasure I also felt.

He sat straight up, his cock deep within me, looked down at me and started rocking his hips back and forth.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he said. He looked down. “I wish you could see this.”

All I could do was breathe heavily. I didn’t have anything to say. I also didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you love my cock?”

“Yessss.”

“Say it.”

“I love your cock.”

“Tell me you love my cock fucking your tight cunt.”

“I love your big cock in my cunt.”

I felt Max’s erection twitch, then pulsate more, twitch again and then he said, “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Olivia.” He had been lying right on top of me after my orgasm and he was really going at it.

I had my hands above my head on the bed by this point. He went back to the sitting position and I watched as he looked down at himself going in and out….

Then I felt his hot semen spurting, filling me. Max trembled as he pumped his orgasm into me—shot after shot, like he would never stop coming.

But when he finally did, he collapsed on top of me, and I loved the heavy, hot, sweaty weight of him on me.

We didn’t talk for a few minutes. I still had no idea what to say and he was trying to catch his breath.

I don’t know where it came from. Maybe just unfiltered honesty. Making myself emotionally vulnerable to him, now that I’d made myself physically his. Regardless, what came out of my mouth was: “This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Max rolled onto his side and pulled me close to his warm body.

“Wait ‘til you see what comes next.”

NINE

Sunday evening, back in LA, I entered my apartment to find it empty once again. Krystal was hardly ever there. If it weren’t for Max, I would have felt pretty lonely much of the time. That, or I’d have to go out and make friends, which never came easily to me unless someone else did the introducing.

I did my weekly check-in with my parents. Mom said Dad had been sick all week with some kind of stomach bug and was sleeping so I didn’t get to talk with him.

We talked about my week, and I made up a lie about my weekend. I told her I’d been resting and watching TV and cleaning the apartment. The boring nature of the lie was deliberate, so as not to spark any questions from her. Something as simple as saying I went to dinner and a movie would leave me having to remember more false statements.

Then she said, “Your father and I have been talking about taking a trip out there to see you. Just for a few days.”

I didn’t see that coming. I was silent for a few seconds and said, “Really?”

“Well, don’t sound so excited about it.”

“Sorry.”

“If you don’t want us to come…”

“No, Mom, it’s not that. It’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

Surprise
was actually a mild word for what I was feeling. I hadn’t even considered the idea that they’d come all the way out here to visit. We’d never discussed it, and they weren’t much for traveling. On top of that, I immediately wondered how I would handle the whole thing with Max. I hadn’t mentioned a word to them about him, and to do so now, as they prepared to come for a visit, would look more like a confession rather than a happy announcement that I had a boyfriend. For now, I decided I should keep quiet about it and figure it out later.

“Well, would that be okay with you?” she asked.

“Of course it would. When were you thinking about taking the trip?”

“Maybe at the end of the month,” she said.

“Is Grace coming?”

“We haven’t talked to her about it yet.”

I really hoped my sister would come. I wanted to see the baby, for one thing, but also having Grace around would lessen the intense parental pressure I’d feel. No doubt there would be an inquisition about my living arrangements and my entire new life in LA.

Mom said we could talk more about it next week when I called. I told her to pass along a “Get well” message to Dad, and we ended the call.

I was exhausted but also craving a snack, so I filled a small bowl with fresh blueberries and settled down on the couch to flip through the channels and wind down a bit. When the TV came on, there was a still picture on it. I couldn’t tell what it was and thought the cable was out and had frozen on a channel, but it turned out the DVD was on and paused.

I pushed PLAY on the remote, then found myself sitting there with two blueberries in my mouth, unable to chew, shocked by what I was watching.

It was Krystal having sex with two guys.