Hide and Seek (12 page)

He was right. It did sound like a line. A big one.

Yet, this time, she almost bought it.

Her fingers curled in his chest hair as questions rose to the surface. “I affect you differently than other women? Hmmm. And it took you since college to realize that? We haven't seen each other in a long, long time, Maxim and we never really got along even back then. You're right, it doesn't sound…sane.”

He scoffed with laughter. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you're not going through a midlife crisis?”

“Sure seems like you are,” he chuckled. “I'm not the jobless one hiding in a cabin.”

“Hey!” she protested, play hitting him. “You're the one who flew around the world to get laid.”

“Not to get laid. To get you.” He pulled her closer. “I guess we're both kinda losing it, huh?”

“Maybe just a little.”

She snuggled against him and he wrapped an arm around her. “Elisa, I know I shouldn't want you like I do.” He pushed her hand south, to his rigid cock. “I know it's dangerous. But I just can't stop how I feel. Not anymore.”

Her fingers curled around his width as even more questions wrapped around her heart. “Why is it dangerous?” she whispered. “Why stop it?”

“Because like you, I know better than to get involved.”

“But
you
weren't turned into a porn star against your will. So who hurt you?”

“No one, Elisa,” he brushed her off, his tone completely changing as he caught her by her upper thighs, hefting her on top of him. The head of his erection pressed against the wiry hairs protecting her mons. “Are we talking? Or fucking?”

Shifting his lower half, he pressed his cock into her folds and wriggled, tickling her clit.

“Talking,” she protested with a giggle. Despite her denial, sensation shot through her.

“I disagree. There was nothing about conversation in your letter. I want the rest of my
something special
.” His cock slid downward, resting against her slit.

So
damn
close.

“Remember…” She spoke through clenched teeth, tightening every muscle in her body as she battled the urge not to plunge down upon him. “I think we still need new rules for our little game.”

“Rules? No more, please.” His cock pressed a fraction into her. “I won't let you.”

“Oh?” She gulped, searching for inner strength when she had none. “What do you think you'll do about it?”

He brushed his nose along her cheek, sensually making his way to her ear. “I can be rather persuasive when the occasion calls,” he murmured and nibbled at her lobe, then suckled the flesh, making her whimper.

“Tell me something I don't know,” she asked.

Distract me.

The presence of his cock, threatening to spear her, to fulfill her, yet not, had her in sheer agony. Elisa bit her lower lip, practically drawing blood.

She was so ready. So ripe.

But as much as she wanted to fuck, she wanted to talk. To
know
him. She needed to.

He traced his tongue along the inner rim of her ear, his voice soft. “I love the way you never wear a bra. The way your nipples are dusky around the edges and pink in the center. I love the taste of your pussy.”

Oh God.
She was losing this battle of wills. Bad.

“But not my burnt tofu.”

“No.” His laugh was deep, sexy, his breath raising tingles over the already nerve-ignited area he kept licking. Passion blurred her mind.

Forget discovering his dark, well-kept secrets. Forget talking. There was always later.

Assuming he stuck around. “You earn me, you can have me,” she told him. She turned to face him, her lips hovering over his. “The rest of the rules I'll make as we play. Now kiss me.”

“Where?” he asked. His tongue darted out, licking around her mouth.

“Everywhere.”

“Gladly, my queen.” Winding her hair around his fingers, he rolled her onto the bear rug. He claimed her mouth in an open embrace and swooped his tongue along hers, gently coaxing her passion. She welcomed his soft, slow kiss, wanting more.

The ache between her legs increased, her need, exploding. She lifted her hips, pressing them against his pelvis, and tore her mouth free. Her hands grappled for his cock.

“Uh uh…” Maxim took her wrists and pinned her hands above her head. “You said to kiss you
everywhere
and that's what I intend to do.”

K
iss
her
everywhere
, he would.

Holding her wrists firmly, so that her hands stretched above her head and rested on the bearskin rug beneath them, Maxim kissed her palms, then her wrists, working his way down one forearm to her elbow.

She whimpered in weak protest and he increased his tongue movements. “Don't think I'm going to quit,” he murmured. “Tasting every inch of you sounds all too heavenly.”

“You know, I always thought you were a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma'am' type of fuck. You went through so many women.” Her eyes fluttered shut and a sigh escaped her lips. “Oh God.”

Releasing a short chuckle, Maxim continued devouring her. “Not a chance, baby, at least not when it comes to you.”

Not even though his cock was threatening to blow. No matter how
hard
kissing every inch of her became.

“You have my full, undivided attention,” he whispered. Suckling the rough skin of her elbow, he teased it with his teeth.

Behind them, the fire sputtered. Between the flame's heat and his combustible lust for Elisa, he was sweating, a welcome change from chilled skin and goose bumps—one he intended to relish until she was screaming his name.

Peck by peck, nibble by nibble, he continued his trek straight to her underarm. He nuzzled the sensitive area with his nose, blowing with his mouth, and Elisa squealed, jerking from ticklishness.

“Maxim!” Giggling, Elisa twisted in protest and attempted to roll away. “What are you doing?”

Maxim held her firm, arresting her struggles with more kisses. She was
his
, completely and thoroughly, until his mouth—hell, his cock—was satisfied.

“You said everywhere,” he murmured. Lifting his head and sliding to the left, he applied the same treatment to her other arm. Their torsos brushed, his chest hairs creating friction against her smoothness. “And everywhere sounds damn good to me.”

“I didn't mean literally.” She wriggled against him and a streak of inferno need blazed along his dangerously swollen cock. “That's—”

“Glorious. Delicious.” Maxim kissed her biceps, licking up and down the length of her arm. “I want my mouth to touch every single last inch of you. From your head”—he planted his lips to her forehead—“to your toes.”

Elisa yelped at the suggestion. “My toes?”

“Which I shall suckle until you scream, my queen.”

Praise God, he was enjoying this. Enjoying her. Two days ago, he wouldn't have imagined such playful passion between them. Wouldn't have dared to dream his
queen
would ever relinquish her reservations, much less allow herself to be pinned down and kissed all over.

Of course, he'd intended to seduce her and he'd succeeded—but the end result was much, much sweeter—no,
rewarding
—than he'd ever expected.

He
had
her. Finally.

H
ow
could simple kisses—even gross ones—be so insanely erotic? Tingles danced across her skin, shivered down her spine. Her body was burning, the ache in her loins so deep, her womb felt hollow.

Heaven help her, she wanted
more
. She wanted his mouth upon every last inch of her, just as promised.

At the same time, she wasn't sure she could take even one more kiss. Part of her wanted him to stop. To get on with larger—longer,
harder
—matters.

Maxim placed his lips to her nose and then planted tiny pecks over her cheeks, her jawbone, her chin. His mouth slid down her neck, stopping to suck at the indentation at the base of her throat.

“Maxim, you've made your point!” Elisa's nails dug into her palms. “Please!”

“Not hardly.” He kissed along her collarbone, swiping his tongue across her shoulders. “Not even close.”

He released his grip on her wrists, slowly gliding his fingertips along her arms until they reached her breasts. Cupping the mounds, he pushed them together and rained kisses down upon the flushed flesh, licking and nuzzling, his whiskery cheeks causing her to shiver.

Oh God. She was going to lose her mind.

Her clit pulsed, eager for the same attention that her breasts were receiving, and her pussy flooded with readiness. Spasming, her tunnel rebelled against its empty state.

Reaching to her left, she grabbed one of the condoms lying next to the bearskin rug and tore it open. Sliding her hand between their bodies, she slipped the protection on his cock and then tried to guide him inside her. He didn't budge. She fell back with a whimper. “Come on, already!”

“Damn, Elisa, you are sweet,” he said softly, claiming her left nipple and drawing it between his teeth. He sucked hard, milking the bud like a babe nursing his mother's breast. His tongue darted out and caressed the dimpled rose-colored circle, creating electric shocks through her.

Easing his grip, he licked around the outer rim of her areola, and slowly worked his way back to the center. Sexual excitement burst through her, stronger than was tolerable, and she clutched his hair, holding on for strength.

She jerked his head back, demanding he listen to her. “Maxim, fuck me,” she insisted, the arousal controlling her body and mind like storm waves crashing against a ship in a hurricane. “Now!”

She'd pull every inch of his hair out if she had to. She wanted this man in an impossible way and she'd had it with being denied.

Her nipple popped from his mouth and he rested his head against her breast, breathing heavily. “I can't believe I'm saying this, but no.”

She gave his head a demanding tug. “No?”

If only he would kiss more
effective
parts of her, maybe she could stave off this rage, but damn it, she didn't need her nipples sucked at the moment. She needed an orgasm.

Reaching up, he peeled her fingers free of his hair. “Not until you're good and ready.”

“But I am,” she moaned.

What power did this man have over her? No matter how bossy, how
demanding
she became, once again she was at his mercy. Suffering from pure pleasure.

He pushed her hand south, between the heat of their bodies. “Well then, I'm not.”

His cock met her hand and she gripped the head between her two fingers and squeezed gently. Maybe he needed a little coaxing. She'd like to see how much of her attention
he
could tolerate sanely.

Her thumb flicked across the tip of the wide mushroom top, then smoothed across the tender area underneath.

“I disagree. We're both ready.
Please
.”

His jaw hardened and again he seized her hand. “Pleasure yourself, not me, because I'm not done kissing you yet.” He nipped at the creamy skin of her breast. “As long as I've waited to have you, I intend to make a meal of you.”

“But—”

He pushed her fingers into her mons. “Play with your pussy.” He encouraged her with strokes of his own hand. “Don't be shy.”

It certainly wasn't the time for that.

Too aroused to be embarrassed, Elisa followed his lead, pleasuring herself. She took her swollen clit between two digits, gently squeezing, then rubbing the bud in a circle. Biting her lower lip, she searched for the fulfillment she so needed, as Maxim returned to kissing her breasts ever so softly.

He moved to her waiting nipple, nursing it as he had the other. Sensation burst through the bud as she pressed two fingers into her tunnel.

They weren't enough. Nothing but his cock would be.

Why was he torturing her like this? Maxim should
want
to fuck!

She groaned and pressed deeper inside herself, desperate.

“Christ, you're incredible.” Maxim released her breast and slid his mouth along her chest to the bone in the center. He sucked and licked his way to her belly, pausing to dip his tongue in the tiny indentation and swirl.

“Oh God.” She bucked against him and drove her fingers deep inside her cunt. Her nails scraped her G-spot and her loins tensed with the promise of an orgasm.

Continuing to pleasure the sensitive spot, Elisa attuned herself to his physical appraisal. This was too good not to enjoy. She had to stop fighting. Relax. Take all he had to offer. She might never be loved like this again.

Maxim kissed her hips, his tongue brushing the dark hairs covering her mons, but disappointingly not coming into contact with her now soaked pussy. Not dipping into her folds.

When would he, already?! Did he have any idea what he was doing to her?

More than likely.

With his mouth, he trailed down her left thigh, over her knee and her calf, to her foot. Lifting it by the heel, he sucked on her pinky toe. She writhed from the acute pleasure blasting through her.

“Ma—” Elisa whimpered her delight. Sensation shot from her toes to her head, knocking her senseless. “Ma-Maxim!”

Her hand fell from her pussy, her grasp knotting in the bearskin rug underneath her.

“You like that, eh, baby?” He claimed a second toe, softly drawing on the digit. “You have beautiful toes. So tiny. So soft.”

Ludicrous, but she couldn't find her voice to protest.

Toe by toe, he individually applied exquisite suction to each, then stroked the soft spot under her foot. By the time he moved to the opposite leg, she was near tears and fighting to hold in unreasonable emotion. She didn't feel like she was being screwed by the world's biggest slut, she felt like she was being loved, by a man who touched her very heart.

He teased her baby toe with his tongue. Elisa squirmed, howling in protest. Not that Maxim let that stop him. The bastard was enjoying his torture. More than he had a right to.

A man-slut wasn't supposed to be this good in bed. To be this irresistible. She'd expected him to fuck as quickly as his flings usually lasted. Not to be so slow…and so damn good.

How much more was she supposed to take?

She was falling and falling and…

“Delicious. I could eat you up.” Maxim continued to execute the same torture to the rest of her toes, leaving Elisa sure she would come before his cock ever entered her.

“Maxim!” she cried. “Please!”

He cradled her foot, licking the thin bone along the top. “Do you have any idea how sexy your feet are? Not a single callus. So slim and smooth. Dainty. You have angel feet.”

“Oh, please!” Her grip on the bearskin rug became dangerously fierce. She was close to ripping the fur right from the hide.
“Maxim!”

The fire in the background was nothing compared to the heat generated by his touch. She was a ball of flaming lust, so close to detonation, he'd be smart to either plug her up or stand back, before her pussy exploded in his face.

He chuckled, low and deep. “You toes are more delicious than candy. I could just suck on them and suck on them…”

“Hurry up!” She pounded the floor with her fist.

What the hell was wrong with him? She wanted to fuck! Damn it!

“But I can think of another part of you that's even tastier.” His tongue stroked upward, along her shin. “Mmmmmm…mmmm…”

“Yes!” she pleaded.

She was losing her mind, her body was going crazy, her heart…

What was she saying? Her heart had nothing to do with matters!

She spread her legs wide as Maxim slowly delivered his mouth to her pussy. The trip up her leg, kissing and sucking, took a lifetime, but eventually, his lips landed gently on her mons.

Thank God.

E
lisa
wrapped her legs around his back as he rose to his knees and propped himself on his elbows, enjoying the up close and personal view of her pussy.

His cock was so hard that it practically touched the ground. Hell, it could act as a prop. A third leg. The damn thing was more erect than the taut skin could take and the head pulsed from agonizing engorgement—a swelling that could be easily relieved, just by simply sliding into her willing body. Taking what she begged him for.

His mind spun with the possibility, but his will rebelled. Not yet. Not for quite a while.

The self-inflicted torment was more than worth the pain if it meant keeping Elisa in the lust-controlled rage she currently battled.

He wanted Elisa to want—no—
need
him, like she'd never needed a man before. Like she never would. When she dreamt, he wanted it to be of him. When she fantasized, it would be of his touch. His cock. He wanted to brand her, to make her his. Forever. And most of all, he wanted to be certain she'd never be capable of turning him down again.