What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (53 page)

I shook my head. “Uh-uh. This is payback for that afternoon in your office, Mister.”

I lowered his pants and freed his erection. It sprang out and stood before me, long and thick, the visible veins flooded to make it so hard.

Without using my hands, I lowered my head and took the head into my mouth.

Max groaned.

My lips puckered and caressed the plump crown. I held the tip in my mouth and made little circles with my tongue.

I put my hand on his chest and felt the vibration when he moaned deeply.

I released the head, and ran my tongue down his impressive length, feeling every contour of his cock. I ran my tongue along the base of it from below, and then around the top, his erection under my chin and touching my neck. I licked up the top side of it, back to the head, where I took him into my mouth again and eased him in as far as it would go.

“Jesus, Olivia. You’re making me crazy.”

I moaned as my sucking picked up speed. My head bobbed in his lap and I felt his hand gently cup the side of my head. He ran his fingers around the edge of my ear, sending a shiver down my neck, making my nipples hard.

Max’s thumb was on my cheek. His cock was halfway in my mouth, and my head was lolling from side to side, a sort of twisting motion. His thumb moved to the edge of my mouth, then traced the outline of my lips. He was feeling his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

I looked up and watched his facial expressions—his mouth in the shape of an O, his eyes half-closed under lids heavy with the fog of pleasure, and the way he tilted his head to get a different view.

His hand left my face and rested on the arm of the chair. He reclined a little farther back.

“I’m sure you’ve had lots of these in here,” I said, stroking him just with my hand. I purposely said it as a statement, but meant it as a question.

“Never.”

“Never in here, or never…”

His answer came out almost just as a breath: “Never in a movie theater.”

I’d been a little worried about not being enough for Max, considering he was a little older and certainly had more experience than me. The thought that I was able to be a first for him at anything was thrilling.

I took him in my mouth again.

“No hands,” he said.

The commanding tone in his voice would have been enough to get me wet if I hadn’t already been so turned on. But this was all about Max right now.

I put both hands on his thighs. His cock was standing free, my mouth sealed around the head. I could taste the first droplet of pre-cum.

Max started moving his hips, stroking himself across my lips and tongue. I loved that I could make him move that way. His cock grew thicker, swelling in response to the sensation of fucking my mouth.

I concentrated on his pleasure—swirling my tongue across the head of his cock as he thrust into my mouth, tightening my lips around him.

I heard Max’s breathing get heavy and deep. I looked up and saw him staring intently at my face.

“Olivia…”

I moved my head with more intensity, his cock slipping across my tongue. I was driven to pull every drop of bliss from him.

Max’s hand was again on the side of my head. His fingers combed deep into my hair.

“I’m close to coming.”

I wanted it. Badly. Wanted to feel, taste, and swallow, as though it was another way of experiencing his power.

Max stopped thrusting. I felt his cock twitch and begin to pulsate. Then a thick stream of semen, and another.

“Ah, God….”

I looked at his face, but his head was thrown back against the headrest.

He kept coming, as though he hadn’t in a while and the release would never end.

The way his body reacted to me, the words and noises he spoke, his every response to the way I made him come was the most pleasing thing I could have had that night.

I cleaned him with my tongue, and when I was finished I tucked him back into his pants. He was still semi-hard.

“Don’t put it away,” he said. “We’re not done yet.”

“Oh yes we are.”

He looked at me quizzically. “I want to make you come, Olivia.”

I shook my head with a little smile on my face as I zipped up his pants. “I know you do, but I’m not going to let you. I told you this is payback for that little number you did on me in your office.”

“You didn’t have to pay me back, as you put it.”

“I know I didn’t have to. I
wanted
to.” I stood. “Now, come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

I loved the fact that he wanted to get me off. But what I loved more was the knowledge that I could give to him while at the same time taking what I wanted. Besides, I knew the next time we had sex he’d probably blow my mind.

Max rose to his feet and pressed his mouth to mine. It was the first time a guy had kissed me after getting a blowjob. In my experience—which wasn’t all that much, admittedly—guys wouldn’t go anywhere near a girl’s mouth after they came in it. But Max was different. So very different.

I had to break away from the kiss because it carried the great risk of getting me all worked up and then I’d fall prey to his seduction. And I really did want this to be all about him.

“Let’s go.” I ran across the theater floor, like a little kid again, and made my way up the steps.

Max was right behind me, saying, “You amaze me, you know that?”

Later, as I got into his bed, I began to worry about the incident with Chris.

Max and I were lying on our sides, facing each other.

“What if he sues you?” I asked.

“He won’t.”

“How do you know? You’re worth…what, millions? Why wouldn’t he?”

Max ran a finger along my cheek. “Everything would come out. He won’t take that risk.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Relax. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“If that’s true,” I said, “then why did you insist that I stay here with you?”

“It was spur of the moment, with everything that happened. But now it’s convenient because tomorrow we’re going to do something I know you’ve never done.”

“What’s that?”

The possibilities were endless with Max Dalton. It would have been a waste of time and energy to even begin to guess what he had in mind.

“I’m taking you somewhere for the weekend,” he said. “We’ll stop by your place in the morning and pick up whatever you need.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises,” I said. “I mean, I hate the suspense.”

“Remember the last time I told you I had a surprise?”

Remember
? How could I forget? He’d whisked me away and I had the best sex of my life that night.

“Refresh my memory,” I said, faking a frown.

Max just smiled. “Very funny.”

He fell asleep before I did. I had my back to him and he held me tightly. I listened to his deep, even breathing. I was exhausted, but I wanted to stay awake and crystallize this feeling forever in my mind.

It felt good. It felt right.

I
’m not sure how to explain how weird it was the next morning to be cruising through Los Angeles in Max’s convertible Porche 911. It was strange because I felt so free and elated, but in the back of my mind there was still the chill of fear from the incident with Chris.

What had started off as a terrifying evening had turned into a night of mind-blowing sex with Max, and there I was the next morning being whisked off to the California wine country.

He didn’t tell me where we were going, at first. He just drove to the small Bob Hope Airport outside of Burbank, where many Hollywood stars kept private planes.

I was in awe when he told me the plane belonged to him. I halfway expected him to tell me he had chartered a flight for us or something. I’m not sure why. Max was loaded. He was a Hollywood bigshot. So why shouldn’t he have his own airplane?

“But I don’t fly it,” he said.

“Oh, well then I’m not as impressed.”

He caught my sarcasm and smiled. “Just get on the plane.
My
plane.”

And that’s what I did, gleefully bounding up the steps as Max followed me, patting me on the ass once.

When we got off the ground, we had a great view of the California coast. Being from the Midwest, I had never had much experience with beaches. I’d found the California coast, what little I’d seen of it, to be breathtaking. The aerial view was even more gorgeous.

Max had arranged for breakfast to be on the flight, and about thirty minutes into the trip, we were drinking orange juice and coffee, and sharing a truly sinfully large plate of French toast with berries and cream and syrup.

“Are you trying to make me fat so no one else will want me?”

Max eyed me up and down. “One plate of French toast isn’t going to make you fat.”

I threw my napkin at him. “Jerk. You know that wasn’t the point of the question.”

He swallowed the last of his bite of breakfast with a smile on his face, took a sip of OJ and said, “I don’t care if someone else wants you. They’re not going to take you away from me.”

“Welcome to Napa,” Max said as we landed.

Having heard of the place throughout my life, but having never been there, it existed only as a fantasy in my mind. Sort of the same way I felt about Max. But he was real. So was Napa. And we were here for what promised to be an amazing weekend.

Max had a car waiting for us at the airport—nothing fancy or flashy, just a good old fun Jeep, which Max drove like he’d just stolen the thing.

We zipped along roads that snaked through the wine vineyards. Max was like a tour guide, telling me all kinds of details about the various wineries we cruised past.

We finally ended up at a cottage on the side of a hill. It was private, nestled in a patch of trees. I got out of the car and looked around, breathing in the crisp, fresh air.

“Come on,” Max was saying as I gazed out at the countryside, taking in the view. “There’s plenty of time for sight-seeing. What I want now is you, inside.”

“Why, Mr. Dalton,” I said, affecting a fake patrician accent, “whatever do you have in mind?”

I was trying to be playful. We’d had our fun with banter and teasing during the trip up here. I expected him to continue with the light-heartedness. But he didn’t.

“What I have in mind, beautiful Olivia, is you…naked, on the bed, so I can have my way with you.”

He stepped toward me and before I knew it, his mouth was on mine. My lips parted, letting his tongue slide in.

Max lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. He walked us over to the couch. Something about this man and couches…

He set me down gently, and I felt his erection pressing between my legs.

“Let’s get these off of you.” He unbuttoned my slacks, unzipped them, and started working them down my hips and my legs. When he kissed me again, he made a moaning sound deep in his chest, almost a growl, mixed with his warm breath against my lips.

Max ran his hands up the insides of my legs, and slipped a finger under the elastic of my panties. We held eye contact as I arched into his touch and felt his finger make contact with my clit.

“Already getting wet,” he said.

“You have that effect on me.”

He kissed me again, hard, passionately, taking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. His finger stayed right on my clit, working perfect little circles around in the slickness. Then he used his thumb to rub my clit, and I felt him slip a finger inside me, then a second one.

Our foreheads were touching and I looked deep into his eyes as he teased me so completely. Max licked at my lips, then said, “I’m going to get you to the point where you beg me to fuck you.”

“I’m already there,” I said, without hesitation.

He shook his head slightly. “No, not yet. I’ll be the judge.”

Max resumed kissing me as his fingers explored inside, finding the spot that made me squirm. He knew he had me. He kept rubbing right there as I writhed beneath him.

Fuck. This guy knew how to make me come so good, so easily. Usually, anyway….

He stopped and raised up, kneeling on the couch. He pulled his shirt over his head. I loved watching the way his muscles moved beneath his skin.