Quarterback Sneak (7 page)

The whole whatever-this-was with
Max gave her a sense of power she’d never enjoyed before. Amazing that a man
who could have nearly any woman he wanted chose her. And if she could believe
him, he did it because he really wanted to be much more than friends. Had
hidden that desire all this time.

If
she could believe him.

She couldn’t help harboring that
secret fear he’d wake up one morning, realize his so-called campaign had all
been a mistake on his part, and decide to hook up with a woman more like those
she was used to seeing him with. No matter how many times Max told her how he
felt, she couldn’t make the tiny insect of fear disappear.

It didn’t, however, keep her from
enjoying the wild ride. She couldn’t believe how ravenous for her he was the
minute she’d walked in the door tonight. Before she could say hello, he had her
up against the door, her slacks and panties off, his cock sheathed and inside
her. It seemed to take only seconds before they climaxed together in a
detonation of desire.

Hunger for her body temporarily
satisfied, he stripped them both out of their clothes and fed her wine and
finger foods on a thick quilt in front of the fireplace.

“I never knew how much fun getting
ready for Valentine’s Day could be.” Stacy grinned, lying naked on the smooth
fabric.

“We’re going to have even more fun
in a minute.” He lowered one eyelid as he moved lithely to his feet and headed
for the kitchen.

She watched the flex of muscles in
his naked ass as he walked, her mouth watering as she remembered how it felt
when she clutched at him during a climax.

“What do you have in mind?” she
called out.

“You’ll see.”

Then he returned, and her eyes
widened as she saw what he held—a bowl of chocolate frosting and a spatula.

“Planning to put that on something?”
she asked.

“Uh huh.” He knelt beside her.
“You.” He gently applied the first stroke. “I warmed it a little in the
microwave first. I read it makes it spread more easily.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve been
studying about applying frosting to bodies?”

“You won’t believe what you can
find on the World Wide Web.” He chuckled. “All you have to do lie quietly. I’m
an artist painting a canvas.”

She struggled to be still as he
covered her body one small area at a time, working slowly, stopping to tease
her nipples with the spatula. Urging her legs apart, he applied the confection
to her legs, along the insides of her thighs, down to her ankles. When he
reached her pussy, he used his finger, spreading a thin coating over her
sensitized skin. When he swirled a drop of it around her clit, she had to grit
her teeth to keep from moving or squeezing her legs together.

At last he finished, but then the
real torture began. So slowly she thought she’d scream in frustration, he began
to lick every inch of the frosting from her body. The touch of his tongue was
so completely erotic that in seconds her cunt was so wet she could smell her
own scent.

Apparently, so could Max. He lifted
his head and inhaled, then grabbed one of her hands and wrapped her fingers
around his cock. She was amazed at how quickly it had become hard and thick
again.

“Does it ever get tired?” she
giggled.

“Not much when you’re around. Now,
hush and let me finish.”

He took his time licking around her
nipples, dragging his tongue across the beaded tips before closing his lips and
sucking the remaining icing from them. He grazed the sensitive skin with his
teeth before lapping at the confection covering her breasts. By the time he
worked his way down her stomach to her cunt, she was begging him to hurry. To
just do it!

“Uh uh uh. A good project takes
time. Lots of time. Be patient.”

“I’ll ‘be patient’ you. Wait till
it’s your turn, though.”

A hot flame flickered in his eyes.
“I look forward to it.”

Then he went back to work, laving
her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes, tracing teasing lines around her clit,
and rimming her opening.

“Delicious,” he murmured, thrusting
his educated tongue inside her. “Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

“Please,” she begged, lifting her
hips to him.

“Please what?” He closed his lips
around the bundle of nerves in her slit.

“Please make me come.” Every nerve
in her body crackled with heat, her pulse thudded like a base drum, and her
inner walls pulsated. Deep inside her, the thread of a climax unwound like a
taut spool of thread.

“Please,
Max,
make me come,”
he said, watching her avidly.

“Please,
Max,
make me come!
Yes. You. Max. Oh, God, please, please, please.”

And then he gave her what she
wanted. Pushing three fingers into her well-lubricated channel, he locked his mouth
around her clit again and drove her up and over the cliff.

Long afterwards, when Stacy finally
regained her breath and some of her strength, she let Max carry her into his
large shower and prop her against the cool tile of the wall. They stood there,
letting the soft spray from multiple rainheads wash away the traces of their
most recent erotic adventure.

Max rested his hands on her
shoulders and took her mouth in a soft, gentle kiss. She pressed her body to
his and immediately felt the heated thickness of his shaft imprinting itself on
her.

“You didn’t get to, you know, come
yet,” she pointed out.

One corner of his mouth turned up
in a quirky grin. ”I saved the best for last.”

“Well, since you seem to have such
great recuperative powers, I think you deserve to have a little treat and still
save the best for later.”

She dropped to her knees and took
him in her hand, rubbing her thumb over the soft velvet of the head.

“Stacy,” he began, reaching down
and trying to urge her to her feet.

She shook her head. “Nope. My turn.
Now it’s your turn to relax and enjoy it.”

She heard the hiss of his breath as
she took the length of him in her mouth and closed her lips over him, sliding
them down to the root then back up to the top. The plump head had already
darkened with the rush of blood and even the shower spray couldn’t wash away
the thick precum on the slit. Lapping it greedily, she swallowed then licked
the traces of it from her lips.

“Jesus, Stacy,” he breathed, his
hands tight on her shoulders. “Your tongue is a lethal weapon.”

She laughed as she took all of him
inside again, barely managing to find room to ease her tongue over the satiny
skin. Gripping the base of the shaft, she rolled up and down the length of him,
slowly at first, then faster. The rough edge of his breath blended with the
fine misting sound of the shower in an erotic symphony that impelled her to
move faster and faster.

He groaned as she worked him,
hardening against her touch. She tilted her head back to take him even deeper
and reached between his thighs to cup his balls in the palm of her hand.
Sensitive to the signals of his body, she knew when he hovered on the edge and
squeezed his sac with enough pressure to push him past the tipping point.

“Damn, damn, damn!”
His
voice echoed off the tile walls.

His long fingers gripped her head,
holding it in place as his release roared up from inside him and he spurted
into the well of her mouth. He came and came, his body jerking with each
eruption. Stacy worked him with her lips and her hands until she’d wrung the
last drop from him. Then she let his shaft slide free and sat back on her
heels, her lips curved in a smile.

Max leaned weakly against the
shower wall, stroking her wet hair.

“I thought you might give me a
heart attack,” he said.

“No more than all that chocolate,”
she told him.

“Speaking of which.”

He urged her to her feet, took the
bottle of liquid soap from the built-in shelf, and poured a generous amount in
his hands.

“My turn again,” he told her.

Very deliberately and sensuously,
he proceeded to soap every inch of her body, checking every crevice for
remnants of the frosting, even places like the cleft between the cheeks of her
ass where he hadn’t applied the creamy confection at all. By the time he
finished, she was thoroughly aroused all over again, and by the looks of him,
so was Max.

“Hold tight, sugar,” he crooned as
he rinsed her off.

Sliding open the shower door he
reached out for a drawer in the vanity and yanked out one of the condoms Stacy
had learned he kept there. In seconds, he sheathed himself. Lifting her in his
strong, athlete’s arms, he guided her onto the head of his cock and slowly
lowered her into position. Pressing her against the wall of the shower, he took
her fast and hard, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her steady.

They climaxed together, shuddering
in the wet mist of the shower, hearts pounding, lungs dragging in air. They
stood there, arms wrapped around each other, water sluicing over them, until
Max finally eased himself from her body and stripped off the condom.

“I think we need to recharge our
batteries a little.” He touched his mouth to hers briefly.

“No kidding,” she told him in an
unsteady voice.

She laughed when she saw the towels
he had ready for them were red with hearts on them.

“I can’t believe it. That is so not
you.”

“Yeah, it is.” He kissed the tip of
her nose. “At least with you. I want to guarantee you a Valentine’s Day with
all the trimmings.”

“You’re doing a great job so far,”
she told him.

“The best is yet to come.” He
wrapped her in one of the towels and lifted her in his arms. “Come on. I think
we need to rest a little, don’t you?”

*****

“You know I would love to have you
come with me.” Max repeated the sentence for about the hundredth time.

He had a very uneasy feeling about
going to the Warrens’ party without her.

“It’s fine.
I’m
fine.” She
grinned. “Besides, it will give me a chance to rest up for our big night
tomorrow.”

“That’s right. Tomorrow is
Valentine’s Day, and I have a big surprise for you.” He had a slight attack of
nerves when he thought about the agenda. He was ready for it, though, and he
hoped she was, too.

“Are you even going to give me a
clue?”

“Nope.” He kissed the tip of her
nose. “Not one tiny hint. Just be sure to wear that outfit we bought last
weekend.”

He had insisted on taking her
shopping, picking out a red dress of silky material that clung to her body in
all the right places. Then, ignoring her blushing embarrassment, he’d hauled
her into a lingerie shop and picked out the sexiest red bra and thong the
salesgirl could find for them.

“Everyone knows what you have in
mind now,” she’d told him, her face almost matching the fabrics.

“Good. I want everyone to know you
belong to me and every man to be jealous of what we’ve got going on.”

“Are you positive that’s what you
want?” she asked.

“More than I’ve ever been of
anything before. So. Cinnamon rolls in the morning? I’ll go out and pick them
up.”

“You won’t be too tired from
partying all night?”

“Sugar, I’ll be in and out of there
so fast they’ll hardly know I showed up.”

She frowned. “I don’t want you to
get in trouble with the owners.”

“I’m fine. I keep telling you
that.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small white bag.

“What have you got there?”

“Take a look. Go ahead.”

“Oh, Max.” She peered up at him.
“Max, I—”

The bag brimmed with tiny hearts,
the kind with printing on them. And they all said
I love you.
He was
getting to the final play of the game, and this was the setup. He’d been very
careful about not telling her any more until he thought the moment right.
Tomorrow night he’d lay it all out for her, give her his real heart.

“Wait until tomorrow.”

She widened her gaze. “More
surprises?”

“Maybe. And now I’ve gotta go.”

He only allowed himself a brief
kiss. More than that and he’d never get out of there. But shit, he hated going
off and leaving her. He never got very excited about the Warrens’ party, and
this time he didn’t even want to go at all. Maybe if Stacy had agreed to go
with him. But she’d made it clear she had no interest in going, and the time
hadn’t been right to force the issue. Not with all the other plans he’d made.

They sign my paycheck. I can go
and make nice for a little while.

Tony Warren was the second
generation of his family to own the team. His father had been awarded the
franchise and built it into a winner before stepping down. At thirty-five, Tony
was taking it to an even higher level and doing it well. He was considered one
of the best owners in the business. Because he and his wife took very good care
of the team, Max always made it his business to attend any obligatory events,
of which this was one.

Coach lights on metal poles glowed
outside the house in the darkness, and spotlights set in the earth highlighted
very expensive landscaping. A young kid doing valet service took his car and
another one opened the door of the house for him, letting the light and noise
from inside spill out.

“Come in, come in.” Tony Warren
shook his hand. “Come get yourself a drink and relax.” He grinned at Max. “Lots
of pretty girls here tonight.”

“Yes, thank you sir, but—”

“All the old married folks are
socializing in the television room. The rest of you single people can let it
all hang out wherever.” He tugged Max into the foyer.

“Yes, sir, but I—”

“Oh, Max, there you are!” Rina
Warren hurried up and gave him a hug. “I say it’s never a party until Max gets
here.” She held a drink in one hand as she guided him toward the living room
with the other.