Until April (Until Her/Him #10)(40)

For the next couple of hours while he works, I shop on my phone and try unsuccessfully to read one of the books May suggested. When Malo shows back up, Maxim takes me on a very quick tour of the club before he orders us dinner. With my belly full, I doze on the couch, feeling his warm gaze on me while he works.

Never in my life have I felt more content just being in someone else’s presence. But that does nothing to lessen the ball of unease that has been growing steadily in the pit of my stomach. Because I know that getting a man’s attention is easy, but keeping it is something I’ve never been able to do.





Chapter 13


April

I LOOK UP the length of Maxim’s body, and my core clenches at the sight of him with his muscles bunched and his face a mask of agonized pleasure. Rolling my tongue around the head of his cock, I slowly take him deep while using my hand to twist and slide down the rest of him that I can’t fit into my mouth, and there’s a lot. Using suction, I pull back up, and the sound of his groan vibrates through me and bounces off the walls of his bedroom.

“Jesus, baby, you’re gonna kill me.” His gaze locks with mine, and his jaw clenches tight as his fingers slide through my hair before he fists it in his hand. I whimper around him at the bite of pain, and he curses, “Fuck,” in response. With his legs bent on either side of me and his hand in my hair, I work him faster and slide my hand down the bed, up my thigh, and freeze when he growls, “Do not touch yourself.”

Oh God.

My eyes slide closed as I debate ignoring him and touching myself, knowing it won’t take much to send me over the edge.

“You touch yourself—I won’t touch you.” His words have my eyes flying open and my hand landing on the bed before I even have time to think about the action. “You woke me up hard as fuck with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, so right now is about me.” He lifts his hips off the bed, which sends him deeper.

I pull back, releasing all but the head of his cock, sucking hard and flicking my tongue across the underside. His hand in my hair becomes even tighter before he releases me completely and grabs onto the headboard of his bed, his arm muscles flexing as he holds on. Seeing him so close to the edge and feeling the throb of his cock against my tongue, I slide back down his length and back up in quick succession.

Just when I think he’s about to lose it, he pulls his hips back, forcing me to let him go, then the next thing I know, I’m flying through the air and landing on the bed on my belly. My hips are pulled up, and he’s surging inside me with ease—a testament to how turned on I am.

“Yesss,” I cry out, my head flying back as I push up so I’m on all fours in front of him and he’s pounding into me. With each stroke, his skin slaps against mine, sending a shiver of pleasure from where we are connected, to the tops of my thighs and my belly, and to the tips of my breasts. His arm bands around my waist, and he tugs me back so I’m kneeling in front of him. He slides one hand up to cup my breast, tugging my nipple, while the other moves down between my legs.

My breath catches at the first roll of his fingers, the sensation almost too much for me to handle with how on edge I am right now. “Fuck but I love how wet you get for me, love that sucking me off turned you on so much that you’re dripping,” he growls against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver. He nips my earlobe, and my pussy pulses around his hard length. “I’m torn, baby.” He tweaks my nipple while rolling my clit. “I’m not sure if I should take us both to the edge over and over, or let you come so I can feel your pussy pulsing around my cock like it’s trying to keep hold of it forever.”

My only response is to moan, because part of me wants him to put off the inevitable, while the other part of me wants to let go completely. I cover both his hands holding me with mine and let my head fall back to his shoulder, trusting him to take care of me either way.

His mouth latches onto my shoulder, and he bites before he sucks. Tingles shoot across my skin like lightning, my mind not sure where to focus. His fingers between my legs, his hand on my breast, or his mouth on the skin of my shoulder, then neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses.

“Come,” his hot breath orders against my ear, and like he’s in control of my body, the tightness in my lower belly that has been building releases. Turning my head toward him, his mouth finds mine, and his tongue slides between my lips. I lose all sense of myself as I fall apart in his arms, completely consumed by him in every way possible. My body shakes, stars dance behind my closed eyelids, heat spreads across my skin like wildfire, then pure pleasure washes over me from my scalp to my toes.

“Jesus,” he groans, thrusting one last time before he stills completely—all except his cock, which throbs in tandem with my core that is clenching, wanting to keep him right where he is. His arms band even tighter around me.

After seconds or minutes, still panting and sweaty, I shiver from the fan circling above us, and he pulls out of me, then falls, taking me down to the bed with him. After dragging the cover up over the two of us, he adjusts me by grabbing behind my knee, forcing it over his hip and pulling my arm over his waist.

“Good morning.” I feel his lips touch the top of my head and smile against his bare chest, then close my eyes.

“Morning.”

“Just in case you were wondering, I won’t be pissed if you decide to wake me up like that every day.”