DirtyInterludes (13 page)

The world tipped and she opened her eyes to find herself on
her back once more, this time with Max hovering over her. He exhaled, his lips
wet from their kiss. He nibbled on her neck and she moaned, dropping her head
back as tingles moved down the column and condensed in her breasts. Air
shuddered from her as he suckled on her nipples, teeth scraping over the tender
nubbins. He palmed her stomach, teasing her with every feathery sweep. The lips
of her pussy slipped against each other, the friction delicious.

Fingers slipped under the band of her leggings to touch her
sensitive clit. Electric need bolted through her and stole her ability to think
as he strummed her wet bud. He rolled over it in tight circles, pulling juices
from her entrance up to the bundle of nerves. Bridget parted her legs, mewling
as insatiable want filled her. Restlessly, she rocked into his hand, wanting
him to shove his fingers into her. To skip the foreplay and give her what she
truly wanted. Max’s eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring. A lock of hair drooped
over his forehead. The purple haze of twilight surrounded them, trees rustling
as silent witnesses.

“Please,” she whispered.

Max’s kiss devastated her. Like a thief, he raided her mouth
and left no space untouched as he demanded she yield to him. She wrapped her
arms around him as if he would disappear and leave her aching should she let
him go. His hand hooked around the band of her pants and pulled. Cool air
touched her backside and she kicked her sneakers off enough for him to remove
one pant leg. Bridget almost wept as his fingers touched her again, delving
between the lips of her vagina and thrusting into her moist canal. His thumb
pressed against her clit, rolling the bud as he slowly rocked his fingers
inside her.

Voluptuous waves of desire filled her with warmth. Heat
surrounded her pussy and she opened for him, not wanting to give up a second of
every delicious movement. He broke off the kiss, his eyes glazed as he watched
with an intensity that should’ve embarrassed her. But instead she felt
liberated. Free to show him how he affected her sexually. Powerful. He pressed
his fingers deeper into her until he touched a place that exploded with
fireworks of bliss. Her breath caught and she grasped his wrist.

“There. Oh my God, there.”

Max’s leer inflamed her, fanning her need for him. He
focused on that sweet spot, making her body thrum with intense pleasure. Her
skin flushed with fire as he scissored his fingers and pressed his thumb
against her clit. Bridget’s skin blazed as a wave of beautifully delicious
rapture shook her. Her fingers tightened around his wrist, legs tightening
around his arm as though to hold him there and keep her climax going forever.

When it finally waned, Max kneeled over her, his pants
shoved to his knees as he rolled a condom onto his erection. Air backed up in
her lungs at the impressive length. It curved slightly upward out of a thatch
of trimmed hair. The latex rolled down and he adjusted it at the base before
pressing his hand over her shoulder.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, his lips pressed together as
he hovered over her, indecision flashing over his features in a frown. Bridget
grasped his cock and grinned at his curse as she brought him to the entrance of
her sex. Max shoved home and Bridget moaned. Knees hooked on his hips, she
opened herself farther as he grasped one leg and brought it over his shoulder.
He thrust into her with a force that made her gasp with every downward thrust.
An almost painful bliss condensed in her womb. Her channel clenched over his
cock, making every thrust an exercise in ecstasy. The wet sound of sex and
rustling leaves layered over panting. His fingers clenched over the soft flesh
above her hips as he pummeled her.

He devoured her with his body and relieved her of her
inhibitions. Acute pleasure stirred deep inside her and she writhed, reaching
for it. Max grunted, a muscle leaping in his jaw as he pushed into her. With
every hard thrust, his trim hair pressed against her exposed clit, adding a new
dimension to her pleasure. She hooked her hand over her thigh, holding herself
open to him as he pushed her toward another release. White lights exploded
behind her eyelids as she was scorched by voluptuous waves of rapture. It
rolled over her with an intensity she hadn’t experienced. Her whole body hummed
with euphoria and her limbs became listless. Max’s movements turned uneven
moments before he thrust to the hilt, the bob of his penis and grunt telling
her he too found his gratification.

Max collapsed onto her, his breath whistling in her ear. She
fingered his wet locks, basking in the aftermath of their loving. The scent of
fresh pine and sex surrounded her, the sky now a deep shade of indigo,
concealing them in shadow.

Max shifted, his face moved toward her, his thoughts
shielded by the night. She smiled up at him, hoping he didn’t feel disappointed
for giving them both what they needed. Wanted. She caressed his cotton-covered
shoulder, her thigh rubbing against his jeans. They’d been so desperate for
each other they didn’t even undress completely. A laugh bubbled up her throat
and she covered the giggle with her hand. Max frowned, then rolled off her.
Bridget reached for him. “No, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the
fact we still have our clothes on.”

A grin curled one side of his mouth. “Yeah.”

A brisk breeze rustled through the branches and she
shivered. Max stood and buttoned his jeans before reaching down for her.
Accepting his hand, she allowed him to pull her to her feet before she dressed
and watched him gather up the picnic blanket, adjusting the bag with their
forgotten meal on his shoulder. “It’s getting a bit cold. Probably should head
back,” he said.

Holding hands, she allowed him to lead her up the unmarked
path to the track. The sun had since waned, the shadows now blended into the
indigo landscape that surrounded them. As they walked down the track, Max
caressed her hand with his thumb. The move caused warmth to bloom in her chest.
The forest rustled as the wind moved through the branches, bringing with it a
crisp breeze. Bridget memorized the angles of his muscular back, the images
sending a shaft of liquid need down to her vagina. Dirt crunched and slipped
underfoot, her steps becoming unsteady in the dissipating light. Max turned,
his hand tightening over hers, and placed another on her hip. “Are you all
right?”

She nodded and he ran a thumb over her cheek before they
carried on down the path. The skin still tingled where he’d touched her and she
pressed her hand over it, as though to keep the feeling there forever. The path
widened and leveled out and after a few minutes, the parking lot came into
view. Two cars remained on the lot and she wondered who else would walk the
track at night.

As they drew up to the vehicle, he turned and pulled her into
him, his arm snaking around her back. Bridget whispered his name as her breasts
pressed against his chest. His mouth captured hers with voracious need, taking
her mouth without mercy. Thought ceased to exist as he darted his tongue and
teased her with delicious little flicks.

His hand cupped her nape and fingers slid into her hair,
massaging her scalp. Awareness kindled and she wrapped her arms around his
neck. His hand slid down the curve of her back to cup her ass and press her
against the ridge of his erection. Pleasure flared to life and pinged through
her. The world spun and metal pressed against her thigh. She flung her hand
behind her as he tipped her back and she encountered the familiar curve of the
hood. He shifted to fuse their lips together, obliterating the protest
fluttering to her mouth. Knees turned to jelly and her arms tightened around
his neck as he became the only anchor in her world.

He ravaged her mouth, dominating her senses until all she
knew was his touch. Her skin felt hot and needy. He broke off the kiss, their
harsh breathing the sole sound in the night. His eyes seemed to glow with
ferocious need, a need that echoed inside her. He dropped his head until his
lips ghosted over her neck. A whimper caught in her throat as he licked the
tender skin between her neck and shoulder. Her pulse amped up as warmth flooded
her.

Yearning bloomed with urgency, following a rogue march of
acute rapture down her chest to her pussy. Teeth scraped along her sensitized
skin and she dipped her head back, a moan floating on the air. Her nipples
tightened with need, aching for his touch. Cool air touched her stomach and his
warm, smooth hand swept up her torso to cup her breast. Deft fingers pinched
her nipple and liquid fire coiled around her chest, spiraling down to her clit
and setting her aflame.

She arched into his touch, nails digging into his nape in
silent command. Max hissed and his hand swept down to cup her mons, and she
startled as a shot of pure need exploded over her flesh. The ball of his thumb
circled her clit with deadly accuracy. She became nothing but a creature of
sensations. Notes of beauty emerged in her mind, the cords to her seduction
sexy and sinful. He slid his fingers over her cloth-covered pussy, the juices
absorbed by the cotton. Yearning demanded he rip away the flimsy fabric and
fill her with his fingers. That he ply her clit with attention to make her go
weak.

“Please, please,” she begged.

Max’s harsh curse brushed over her cheek a moment before his
hand delved beyond the elastic to touch her swollen clit. Hot lust burned her
lungs and she spread her legs to allow him better access. The juices of her
desire eased his way and seared her with wondrous waves of euphoria. He shoved
two fingers into her hungry pussy, his palm pressed over the hood of her
vagina. Bliss coiled inside with every thrust, every swipe of his palm over her
sensitive clit. She rocked into him as their gazes caught and held.

In the darkness, she sensed more than saw the urgency. She
slid her hand into his hair, fisting it in silent command. He answered with a
deep groan and kissed her with passion. Every thrust of his tongue mirrored his
hand, every shimmer of pleasure was answered by a sweep of his tongue. His
fingers pressed deeper inside to find that delicious spot to send her careening
toward the heavens. He plied her with ruthless ecstasy, flooding her with
erotic sensations until she screamed with the force of her orgasm. His thumb
pressed over her swollen clit, sending her to orbit once more. Her breath
caught and all sound muffled as she became a conduit for a symphony of sexual
gratification.

Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. Night bugs
chirruped and trees yawned. Despite the cool night air, Bridget felt hot and
sticky. Max shifted, his hand still inside her pussy moved and sent a quiver of
wanting through her. She shivered as he eased his fingers from her pussy. A
shimmer of post-orgasmic bliss imploded inside and she whimpered. Max’s hands
settled on her hips, his expression hidden in the darkness.

“Wow. You’re really good at this.”

His fingers jerked over her waist and she knew somehow she’d
upset him. She felt him withdraw mentally, the shift so sudden it sucked out
the warmth that’d insulated her from the weather. “What’s wrong?”

Max buzzed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Nothing.”

Bridget didn’t buy it for a second. “But—”

“We should head back. It’s getting cold.”

Bridget bit her lower lip to stifle a protest, knowing the
moment of passion and happiness had passed. Digging in her bag, she found her
keys and pulled them out. Slipping into the car, she started the engine. She
switched on the heat to chase away the chill but she feared the coldness inside
had nothing to do with the weather. The drive home was equally chilly, making
her feel as though they were back to being strangers.

As she pulled into the drive and turned off the car she
faced him. Different scenarios played through her head. She couldn’t force Max
to open up but she wasn’t about to let him close down on her either. Max reached
for the door and she grabbed his shoulder. He glanced over at her, his foot
planted on the drive. “Max…”

Max heard the note of insecurity in her voice and knew he’d
put it there. His chin touched his chest as he uttered a curse. He turned
toward her, wanting to let her off easy. To tell her what they’d shared meant
more to him than she’d ever know, but it was a mistake. A fucking beautiful
mistake, but one he shouldn’t repeat. She sat in the darkness with nothing but
the streetlight touching her delicate skin. Her lips swollen from his kisses,
her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray. An errant leaf stood out from a lock
of hair by her ear and he reached for it. Her breathing stalled as he drew his
fingers through her silky hair, removing the dried leaf. Her eyelids fluttered
at the sight and disappointment slumped her shoulders.

A waft of earth and perfume filled his nose, reminding him
of her amazing body and the sounds she made not more than half an hour ago. His
dick hardened and ached for her. His heart raced and lust seared his veins. The
battle was fought and lost as he grabbed her nape and kissed her with pent-up
emotions. Bridget whimpered, her soft lips opening beneath his. Warm feelings
swamping him from a simple kiss were both terrifying and exciting. He closed
the distance between them, cupping the back of her neck and holding her to him.
He wanted to rip away the last veneer of demureness and fuck her hard. To hear
her scream.

His cock ached to be inside her and feel her moist canal
quiver against him. He cupped her jaw, forcing a deeper taste of her lush
mouth. Fingers hovered over his shoulders as though she couldn’t quite decide
what to do with them. Max shifted, need making his dick ache. Despite his
previous hesitation, the desire for her killed any and all good intentions. She
didn’t know him, but at the moment, he didn’t give a damn. He broke the kiss,
panting with need. Glazed eyes blinked up at him, her lips moist and swollen.