She, the Kingdom (She #1)(18)
Max’s mouth was experienced and gentle, but his movements were all business. He adjusted a few times, but the longer he licked and sucked, the slower his movements became. Not once did I reach for my water or my book, instead staring at the ceiling, attempting to process how I’d ended up in that situation. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but Max was not trying to please me; he was just trying to soothe himself to sleep. I was afraid to budge, worried it would interrupt him and he’d have to start all over. A few times, as he stopped suckling to run his tongue over my sensitive, pink skin, he’d quietly groan.
After ten minutes, the buzz from anticipation and the initial shock waned, and an awkward silence began to build. There was no talking, no moving, no sound. Max seemed to be fully engrossed, enjoying himself like someone enjoying an ice cream cone on a hot day, alone in a corner. His fingers pressed into my backside a few times, pulling me closer to him. His skin grew hot, the way Nick’s used to as he fell asleep. I remembered my ex-husband in the same position as Max, except his mouth and his movements were much clumsier. He would fumble around, inserting his finger as if pushing an imaginary button inside of me was arousing. I thought of menstruation and dripping and leaking and yeasts; even freshly showered and waxed, once oral sex began, it was a mess down there. Then, there was the inevitable mouth wipe after, and the expectation of wanting a kiss when the tang of my vagina was still on his lips.
I tried not to shiver at the thought. It was comforting to know that at least Max wouldn’t eventually climb up my body to insert himself, expecting to kiss me as he climaxed. Sex with Nick was generally revolting, from screwing me like a rabbit in fast forward, to the way his left eye would spasm while he came. Nick was a sweaty man, and not the glistening-in-the-gym-light type of perspiration. Droplets would form and drip from his hairline, sprinkling my face while he jerked himself off inside me. It was about as romantic as a bird shitting on your head.
The way Max felt, moved, and touched me was polar opposite from Nick. That alone was soothing. I was never able to relax with Nick, and that was my main problem with oral—or what I assumed it was. That made me worry that Max was capable enough might make my body change its mind, but I was lying there thinking about Nick instead of getting aroused. It was official—Max being between my legs was strictly a business transaction.
I wondered what Sophie was doing in that moment. If she was deep asleep, enjoying her first night free of responsibility, or if she was lying awake, biting her nails, or pacing the halls, worrying she had made a mistake. Max was clearly an expert, but holding back without teasing. It was a strange line he was straddling, but there was certainly a sense of propriety.
Just half an hour later, Max’s tongue only moved once every ten seconds or so, and he finally leaned over onto his side, using my thigh as a pillow. I adjusted my body so my leg was flat against the mattress, watching his dark outline breathing deeply.
That’s it? That’s all I have to do for, I did the calculation in my head, sixty-two dollars and fifty cents an hour plus epic bonuses? Basically, I’m getting paid high-dollar to allow someone to massage me for half an hour. This is fantastic!
I carefully settled in, grabbing my book and reading light that came with a handy clamp. The soft glow cast a shadow and made it marginally easier to see Max’s hair, face, and the tops of his shoulders. He was cradling my leg to him as if he treasured it. I was in awe that his magazine-worthy physique and smooth skin was against mine. Without thinking, I reached down, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. It was longer than it looked, at least four inches from his scalp. He could pull it back and almost make a ponytail. He stirred, and I yanked my hand back, keeping still until he went limp again.
I tried to concentrate on my book, my eyes scanning over the words without actually comprehending them. Max’s hot breath warmed my skin every few seconds, and soon his regular breathing made me sleepy as well. I turned off my reading lamp, put away my book, and leaned back against the mountain of pillows behind me. My eyes grew heavy, and the room grew even darker. Soon, the world fell away.
Chapter Six I stirred, seeing Max slipping his hoodie over his head. He pulled down the bottom hem, and with both hands, ran his fingers through his hair. He smiled when he noticed I was awake. The weighted look of his face was gone, as was the red in the whites of his eyes. He was refreshed and happy. I thought about him in his boxers from the night before, his muscles tensing as he pulled me against his mouth, seeming insatiable and content at the same time. My thighs felt wet and I tensed, worried he would somehow know.
“You slept. I’m so pleased… and surprised,” he said.
“Me, too,” I said, sitting up. Now that we weren’t in a session, it felt strange to only be wearing a robe in his presence. I crossed my ankles and fussed with the fluffy white edges of my cover up, making sure one side overlapped the other and my legs were sufficiently concealed. I switched on the lamp next to me, casting a warm glow across the room. I could see his giddy grin and the twin dimples in his cheeks. It was infectious.
“I’m very excited,” he said, slipping on his shoes. “This is going to work perfectly. I know Sophie will be happy as well. We’ve talked about this for a long time.”
“Oh.”
He paused. “What?”
“So… you haven’t done this before?”