Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters) (2 page)

Pants tore from her lungs and rushed up her throat. Cool air stroked her overheated flesh, like featherlight kisses, just as he licked her neck. She brought a hand back around to his cock, pumping his long, smooth length.

She gripped his hair in one hand and fisted his cock with the other. “God, Max. You feel so good.”

He dropped his head to her chest, licking his way down her collarbone to her puckered nipples. Bursts of pleasure lit in her veins, traveled the full length of her spine, and settled in her pussy. His heated mouth surrounded one tight point when he sucked on her tit. He took the full areola in his mouth and flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh. Her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture dripped from her slit, soaking her panties and cotton shorts.

“Yessss.”

He continued to suck her nipple hard, sending electric waves straight down to her clit. She moaned louder with each nibble on her sensitive flesh. He moved from one breast to the other, caressed down her stomach to her shorts, and unbuckled them. He kissed his way down her body and pulled down her shorts. Her belly quivered with each hot, openmouthed kiss. He went down to her mound where he nuzzled his nose into her pussy lips.

She gripped his short hair. Slightly swaying on her feet, she lifted first one leg, then the other out of her shorts, ending up completely naked before him. Her arousal dripped down her thighs.

“Sabrina you’re so wet. So incredibly sexy, baby.” His hoarse groan only made her hotter. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”

She glanced down, leaned her back on the rough bark of the tree, and watched him kneel before her. A soft whimper escaped her at the first feel of his cool wet tongue over her clit.

“Oh—” She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning louder. “Yesss.” Shudders racked her body with each dart of his tongue over her quivering cunt.

Widening her stance, she continued to watch. He spread her pussy lips with one hand, shoved his face into her heated core, and licked her as if she was the only water source in the area and he was dying of thirst.

“God! Max,” she mewled his name, the whimper both a plea and praise.

Holding his hair tightly in her grip, she dipped a hand to the core of where his tongue lavished her with pleasure. He licked her fingers and her pussy. He twirled his wicked tongue around her tight little nerve bundle with such intense and fast swipes that her legs started to shake. She moved her wet hand from between her legs and lifted it up to one breast, tweaking and squeezing at her nipple, adding pressure to the already mounting tension inside her.

Her thighs shook, making it hard for her to keep balance, but he just held her open and continued to feast on her. Each lick and suck added to the consuming fire taking over her body. She pinched her nipple harder, rocked her hips on his lips, and moaned. His entire face rubbed her engorged clit. Then he sucked on her. Once, twice, and on the third time, he did it harder.

“Oh, god!” She choked, and her body convulsed as she tried to hold back the scream that rushed up to her lips.

Pure ecstasy flowed through her. She gasped, her lungs desperate to take in air at the same time aftershocks rocked her core. Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. She pulled on his hair. The bold move grabbed his attention enough to get him on his feet.

Moonlight and campfire light were their only illumination, giving their nighttime escapade a darkened appeal. His usually bright blue eyes had turned into magnetic pools of passion.

“Fuck me, Max.”

He shoved a hand in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and stared at her for a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice held a note of something she couldn’t decipher, something she wouldn’t try to figure out in her present aroused state.

She grasped the foil packet from his hand and tore at the material. Their gazes never wavered from each other while she tugged down his jeans and encased his hard cock with the thin latex.

“Fuck…me…Max.” She punctuated with a stroke to make him see how much she meant it.

When he kissed her this time, she tasted her body’s essence on his lips. The musky flavor of her own arousal heated her to the core again.

He squeezed her breasts, molding and pinching her nipples with his large, calloused hands. The long bar of his cock rubbed between her slick lips.

She whimpered and hoped he’d hurry up already. Instead, though, he stepped back and turned her to face the giant tree.

He pushed her long hair over her shoulder and licked the back of her neck. “Bend over for me, gorgeous.”

She did as he asked. With her legs wide open, she bent at her waist, leaned forward, and held on to the tree. Her breath caught in her throat when he kissed his way down her spine, to the curve of her ass, and between her cheeks, his tongue circling around her anal entrance.

“Max—” She gasped. The tightening in her stomach returned.

She glanced over her shoulder, to catch him stroking his rubber-covered shaft with his hand. He slid down her ass, stroked her hole with the head of his cock, and continued down until he reached her entrance.

In one smooth glide, he slid into her. Balls deep. The quick thrust made her gasp while her vaginal muscles stretched taut to accommodate his thick length. Her head dropped forward, and her arms shifted most of her weight to the tree trunk.

“Fuck! Baby, you are so tight and wet.” He groaned, pulled back, and slammed her once again. “You feel so good.”

“Oh god, yes.” She licked at her dry lips and moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

He gripped her hips, propelled back, until his cock was almost completely out of her, and drove in deep. Each thrust turned into a harsh pummeling move that sparked nerve endings in her pussy. He lit fires with each fluid stroke, over and over until she was moaning, begging him to make her come. She dug her nails into the coarse tree.

“Max, please… I need…” She moaned.

“I know what you need, baby.” He leaned over her, one hand leveraging his body weight on the tree. His cock, still gliding in and out of her fluttering cunt, slowly caressed her insides with his slick, wet hardness.

He panted by her ear, his other hand still gripping her ass while he fucked her harder.

“You need me to make you come, don’t you, baby?”

She moaned.

“Tell me, Sabrina.”

“Yes! Please make me come, Max.”

“You know what I want, baby?” He licked the back of her sweaty shoulder.

She shook her head, focused only on each thrust and retreat of his cock into her sex and the squishy noises her pussy made.

“I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and suck me tight when you come.” His voice deepened, lowered, and caressed her ear. His thrusts slowed. The hand gripping her hip moved around in between her thighs. “I want to hear you scream my name and know I’m the one making your body drip with heat.” He jerked behind her, propelled back, and thrust harshly back inside. Another deep dive and the coiling in her body tightened. “I want you to remember that I’m the man for you.”

“Max—”

“Me.” His voice turned into a gravel-soft whisper by her ear.

She panted, only half-listening to him. “Oh, my!”

He thrust hard and stroked her clit with a finger. The rough caress sent shivers down her back.

“I’ve waited this long to have you, Sabrina.” He slammed into her again, ground his cock into her pussy as far as he could, and pinched her clit. “This is only the beginning.”

Arousal unraveled in a frenzied brushfire that consumed her. “Max!” The orgasm rushed through her with the force of a tsunami.

He groaned, a wholly male sound that made her nipples ache. “Yes, baby. Suck my cock with your pussy,” he urged just as the tension inside her snapped.

Her pussy fluttered and tightened around his cock. Her back bowed until her head leaned back into his slick chest.

His thrusts turned shallow, quick and desperate. Thrust after thrust, he slapped his cock into her pussy hard. He ground into her one final time and stiffened behind her. A second later he cursed and found his own release. His cock pulsed inside her at the same time she returned from riding the pleasure wave.

Chapter Three

Nina sighed, rubbing a hand over her temple. The permanent headache she’d had for the past two weeks made its presence known once again. Like she’d forget the damn pain that didn’t want to go away.

“Nina, Are you OK?”

She jerked her head up and smiled. Her cousin Alex was staring down at her with a worried frown.

Jumping to her feet, she enveloped Alex in a tight hug. “I’m fine. Sit down before I feel guilty for making you stand.”

Alex rolled her eyes and took the seat across from her at their favorite restaurant, near her office. “You know, I’m only three frickin’ months pregnant. You and Andrew need to remember that.”

She giggled at Alex’s frown. “What’s Andrew done? I thought you liked being married?”

Alex opened her eyes wide, as if Nina had said something shocking. “Of course I do! I love Andrew. And he loves me. But you’d think the man has never seen a pregnant woman before. He’s driving me nuts constantly telling me to sit down. The baby is not gonna pop out because I stand for a bit.” She picked up a breadstick and took a crunching bite.

Nina laughed, imagining Alex’s super sexy husband catering to his wife. It was so cute. “You know he means well. He wants you to be careful.”

Alex sighed, a soft smile slid across her lips. “I know. And he’s really great. I’ve never had a man so ready to do whatever I need to keep me happy. It makes me feel so…special.” She took another bite of the breadstick and blinked. “But that’s not why we’re here.”

Crap. Why did she call Alex and say she was feeling down? Now their usual weekly lunch was going to revolve around Nina and whatever was troubling her.

She grinned, hoping the smile appeared worry free. “Sweetie, whatever I said, olv
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Alex lifted a perfectly arched brow. “I don’t think so.” She took a breath but the waiter appeared to take their orders before she got a chance to speak. Once he was gone, she leaned forward on the table, her arms resting on the pristine burgundy tablecloth. “What’s wrong?”

Nina opened her mouth to deny anything was wrong, but stopped when she glanced over Alex’s shoulder. She shut her mouth and frowned at the couple being seated.

Alex turned to look at the couple as well. “Is that Max? Damn, he looks better than he did the time I saw him at your office. And who’s that with—Oh! He’s looking this way…”

Nina’s gaze collided with Max’s. His previously smiling face took on an almost angry scowl. She lifted her chin when he left his lunch companion and marched toward them.

“Sabrina.”

“Maxwell.” She lifted her chin higher. They weren’t a couple, and she’d never promised him forever. What they had, had been a single night and wouldn’t be repeated. “You’ve met my cousin, Alex.”

Max smiled at Alex and glanced back at her. “How are you feeling?” The way he voiced the question indicated he didn’t believe for a second she was sick. He made it sound like she’d been hiding from him.

“Much better, thank you.”

Alex’s eyes widened in alarm. “What’s wrong, Nina?”

Nina glared at Max. The last thing she’d wanted was to worry Alex over a stupid headache. “Nothing, just a pesky migraine.” She continued to stare at Max. “It seems some headaches just don’t know when to go away.”

He clenched his jaw, and his blue eyes took on a dangerous glint. Her body flared to life at the heated look he gave her.

“Please.” She motioned toward the woman waiting for Max. “Don’t let us keep you from your companion.”

He dipped his head in a sharp nod. “Enjoy your lunch, ladies.”

“OK.” Alex smirked while watching Max walk back to his table. “What just happened?”

Nina gulped. It would be a miracle if she could calm her body from the usual annoying desire that flooded her whenever Max was around. “Nothing. You know he loves getting on my last nerve.”

“What could he have done that would upset you so much?” Alex waggled her brows. “Don’t think I forgot you let it slip he sent you flowers at home a few times in the past couple of weeks. What was that about?”

Nina sighed, resigned to give Alex what she wanted. “I called in sick, and he was being nice.” She grinned when Alex made a kissy face. “Yes, he did send me flowers a few times at home, and from what my assistant said, I have some at the office as well. She said they didn’t have a name on them, but when she described them they were the same type from the same florist.”

“So he sent you flowers? That can’t be so bad.”

“He also sent me a get-well basket.”

“Aw. He’s so sweet. What is wrong with you?” She glared at Nina. “He obviously likes you. Give him a chance.”

Nina winced. Those had been the same words she’d said to Alex when Alex had doubts about Andrew. “Alex, you know he’s my boss. Eve is my manager, and he’s the owner of the business. It wouldn’t be right. Plus, Eve is so uptight she’d have kittens if she knew Max and I had something going.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to bring any kind of scandal into his business. And that’s not what’s bothering me anyway.”

“If he’s not the problem, then what is?” Alex sipped her water.

Nina sighed. “I’ve been getting these calls.”

Alex straightened in her seat. “What kind of calls?”

“Threatening type. Not the I’m-going-to-kill-you kind,” she rushed to add when Alex’s eyes widened. “You can’t really make out if the voice is male or female, but they keep telling me that I’ve messed with the wrong person.”

“Is it Darryl?” Alex asked, naming Nina’s last boyfriend.

“I don’t know.” She ran restless fingers through her hair, unsure what to do. “You know Darryl is the first man I broke up with that can’t seem to get the fact that I don’t want to see him again. But I never…” She frowned. “I never took him for a stalker.”

Alex scrunched her nose while the waiter served their meal. “No, he really didn’t give me that kind of vibe either. But you know some men go completely loco when they can’t have their way.”