Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(29)

I’m climaxing on a gasp, his name falling from my lips as I come all over his face, just like he demanded I do. His hands reach up to grip my hips, steadying me as I grind and shudder all over his lips and tongue. He doesn’t stop licking me, touching me, his fingers playing with an area I’ve never really allowed anyone to touch before. The sensation of his finger pressing at my ass, his lips wrapped tightly around my clit, has me coming again. To the point where the moment the shudders leave me, I’m trying my best to get away from him, my skin is so sensitive.

“Stop, please. I can’t take it anymore,” I tell him on an agonized moan, and he releases his hold on me so I can climb away from him and fall at his side. I press against him, my arm going across his stomach, my fingers resting close to his still hard cock. “I failed you.”

He starts to laugh, sounding rusty. Makes me wonder if he doesn’t laugh much. “How?”

“I didn’t finish you off.” I trace my finger around the head of his cock and it twitches beneath my touch. “And you definitely finished me off. Twice.”

Max kisses my forehead, his hand going to my breast, fingers playing with my nipple. “We still have time. I don’t have to leave just yet.”

I slide between his legs, lying on my stomach, his cock poised and ready at my lips. “Then let me help you with this.” I grip the base of him and lift up, slipping my lips around his thick cock and sucking him deep.

So deep, I feel him touch the back of my throat and I swallow, trying to relax the muscles there. He’s big. He tastes salty, his musky scent filling my nostrils, swimming in my head. My * clenches, as if I didn’t just come twice already, and I can’t believe how sucking him, touching him, is getting me off, too.

“You taste so good,” I murmur after I withdraw him from my mouth. I smile, run my tongue up and down the length of him, putting on a show, knowing how much guys love to watch.

And Max is just like any other guy. They can’t help it; it’s in their DNA. He reaches forward and sweeps my hair away from my face, holding it in his fist as he studies me intently. My gaze never leaves his as I lave attention onto the head of his cock, my fingers gripping his base as I lick him up and down.

“Suck it harder, princess,” he grits out and I do as he asks, my cheeks hollowing when I suck him deeper. Harder. “That’s it. Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.”

Pleasure ripples through me at his compliments. I brush his thigh with my hand, feel the muscles jump beneath my touch, and I remove his cock from my mouth with a smile. “I like touching you.”

“Keep sucking, baby,” he orders, and I flash him a wicked smirk before I rear up and drop little kisses all over his flat belly. The muscles quiver beneath my lips, his cock twitches against my chest, and he releases his hold on my hair so that it falls all around me, tickling his skin.

“Fuck,” he grits out when I lick and nip his skin, teasing him. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Just returning the favor,” I murmur, my tongue searching the path of dark hair that stretches from below his navel to his cock. “You made me feel like I was losing my mind only a few minutes ago.”

“You liked it,” he mutters, and I laugh because he’s right. I loved it.

“You like this, too,” I whisper, brushing the hair out of my face so I can see him. He’s watching me, his gaze intense, his mouth drawn in a thin line and sweat forming on his forehead. He looks like he’s doing everything possible not to fall completely apart and I love that, too. It’s a heady feeling, knowing I have so much power over him.

That I’m capable of giving him so much pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” he urges and I return my attention to his cock, bobbing up and down on him, moaning when he sinks his fingers into my hair and guides me, thrusting deeper, f*cking my mouth. He’s uttering an endless string of harsh curses, using me for his satisfaction, mindless with it, and I let him, murmuring around his cock, gripping him tight, sucking him deep.

“Gonna come,” he rasps as a warning but I don’t move away from him. More like I sink him deeper into my mouth, and the first spurt of semen on my tongue makes me moan in tandem with his bone-rattling groan. I pull away from him slightly so he doesn’t flood the back of my throat, but I don’t waste a drop, either. Men love this sort of thing and normally I don’t swallow.

But there’s something about this man that makes me want to do … anything for him. Give him as much pleasure as I possibly can. Do whatever he wants me to do.

Let him do with me whatever he wants, too …

“OKAY, I REALLY SHOULD GO NOW,” Max says hours later as he sits up in bed, swinging his legs so he’s seated on the side of the mattress, his feet planted firmly on the floor. He runs a hand through his hair, then turns to look at me.

I’m lying on my side, completely uncovered and not really caring. I’m comfortable in my nudity, I always have been, and this intimidating, delicious, sexy man is not going to get to me, no matter how intently he stares.

Besides, I like the way he stares. And kisses and touches and licks and sucks …

“Why?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything more. Though I already know the answer. He gave me a long list of things he needed to do hours ago. Before he proceeded to attack my * first with his fingers, then his mouth. It’s all we’ve been doing, getting each other off with lips and fingers and tongues. No condoms mean we have to get creative.