Wilson Mooney Eighteen at Last (7 page)

Max snatched my hand, and suddenly his
urgency to get to the cabin didn’t seem to matter as
much.

“
What did you do?” I
asked.

“
You’ll see,” he teased
me.

“
Yeah, well sometimes your
‘you’ll sees’ lead to…”

“
This one is more your
speed,” he interrupted as he came from behind me and lowered his
head next to mine. His breath danced around my ear. He pointed to
an ultra-stretched, midnight-black limousine.

“
You rented a limo for our
ride to the cabin?” I squealed.

“
Somethin’ like that,” he
injected as I jumped up and down, kissing him on every
ascent.

I’d never been in a limousine. Yeah, I
had seen them roll up to Wesley during vacation breaks, picking up
people to take them to the airport or home. But I never thought in
my wildest dreams that I was going to get the chance to actually
ride in one.

Max caught my arms. Collecting all the
excitement I generated from bouncing, he looked me in the eyes. His
attention focused on me as he leaned in and kissed me. My
butterflies, dizzy from being jostled around in my soul, fluttered
spastically.

“
Happy Birthday,
sweetheart,” he tickled across my lips.

I reached up and locked my fingers
behind his neck. Tangling my thumbs in his hair, I pulled him
toward me for a serious ‘thank you’ kiss. With my lips warm from
his, our bodies tight against one another, I could have melted into
him and been perfectly content.

“
Thanks,” I
whispered.

“
You’re
welcome.”

He slid his hands down my arms,
catching my hands, and pulled me to our sweet ride.

“
Usually Allen’s the one
to hold the door open, but I wanted to be the one to let you in.”
He pulled the shiny chrome handle on the back door and swung it
open to a whole new exciting experience for me.

I couldn’t believe what I saw: plush,
black leather seats lined the back of the car and up the driver’s
side; real crystal wine glasses rested on a mahogany cabinet with
cut glass front doors; deep forest-green carpet matched the satin
curtains that pulled shut across the windows, accentuating the
importance of elegant privacy. My heart scrambled to catch up to
the mental picture I was recording in my mind. Max enveloped me
with his hands around my waist.

“
Watch your head,” he
said. I felt his hand rest on the top of my head before I crouched
into the back of the limousine. I lost my breath when I felt the
soft leather seats; I couldn’t believe I was finally going to ride
in a limo.

“
Oh, Max, this is so
amazing.” I slipped into the inviting back seat.

“
I’m glad you like it.” He
slid in next to me.

“
I love it.”

I heard the trunk open and our
suitcases and packs being loaded into the back. I tried to see what
was going on, but the trunk blocked my view. I heard the front door
open and slam shut before the window separating us began to roll
down.

“
Whoa, that opens?” I
blurted out.

Max laughed, amused by my unleashed
raw excitement, no doubt.

“
Mr. Gold…Max, I’ve
stocked the icebox with the beverages and perishables you
requested.”

“
Thanks, Allen,” Max
answered.

“
You’re welcome; if you
need anything…”

“
I’ll use the phone on the
wall,” Max interrupted. “Thanks, Allen.” Max pushed the button
above his head and the black opaque window closed. I felt the limo
begin to move, and suddenly, I realized I couldn’t claim never
having been in a limo, ever again.

“
You surprised?” Max
asked.

“
Totally surprised. I
can’t believe you rented a helicopter and a limo to get to the
cabin.” The muscles in my cheeks were tired from
smiling.

“
Well, actually, I didn’t
rent them, they’re my father’s.”

“
Get out!” I socked him in
the arm. “I would never have guessed you had a helicopter and a
limo.”

“
I told my dad it was your
birthday. He wanted to do something for you, so he sent his driver
to pick us up.”

“
That’s so sweet.” My
heart swelled with happiness.

“
Well, he didn’t realize
that I had other plans.”

“
The helicopter
ride?”

“
Yeah, but it actually
worked out better this way. Now I don’t have to drive, so I can
give you all of my attention.”

“
Ooh, I like that,” I said
as I pulled my leg across and hoisted myself onto his lap. His
hands gripped my waist and my knees sunk into the seat around him.
He sat up straight and I felt his hands drag heavily across my
back; his eyes smoldered as he looked at me with such want, I
tingled deep inside as the fluttering wings of my butterflies
excited the spaces he owned deep within me. My hands clung to his
biceps, and I could feel his muscles restrict and contract as his
arms moved around my body. I loved the passion he ignited deep down
in my soul, the feelings of raw desire balancing on the ache of
waiting to have him entirely. His lips traced along my chin and
down to the recesses of my neck, causing chills to vibrate
throughout my body.

“
You cold?” he whispered.
I ignored his question and shifted my hands to the zipper of his
dark blue hoodie. I unzipped it while he pressed his fingers to the
edges of my cashmere cardigan, tracking my collarbones to the
straps of my bra. I couldn’t believe that we were about to make out
in the back of a limo. Maybe it’s a cliché, but I didn’t care; I
closed my eyes and felt his lips brush across my exposed shoulder.
I had no idea if we were going to go all the way in the back of his
father’s limo or not; it was so exhilarating. Feeling our bodies
sway with the turns and bumps in the road, I tangled my hands in
his hair, and adjusted his mouth to meet mine. His lips, hot and
wet, mixed with mine. Our kiss was infectious. I couldn’t get
enough of him—his taste, his feel, the cold air mixing with the
heat of our breath—it all made me blazing hot. Every time he tried
to lower his mouth to my neck, I would pull the back of his hair so
I could catch him and bring him to my lips. His hands explored
anywhere they could sneak a bare spot on my skin. I could feel him
struggling to find the clasp of my bra.

Max pulled away, his hair tangled and
messy from my hands. His eyes told me what he wanted. I unbuttoned
the top couple of buttons on my sweater and showed him my bra,
clasped in the front, between my breasts. He grinned and then
pressed his lips to my heart. His fingers crept up and unsnapped my
bra, causing my breasts to fall loose. His warm hands caressed the
round edges and pushed them together as his tongue traced my
curves. He closed his steaming mouth and gently sucked, lapping his
tongue against my hard nipple. I gasped, losing my breath, as it
caused a yearning to ripple all the way down between my legs. My
hips automatically rotated against his lap. I felt the pressure
build in his pants as I compressed against him.

He twisted and pushed me down on the
seat. My hair pulled and locked between my shoulders and the
leather. His fingers toiled with the button on my pants and our
arms entwined as we both feverishly unsnapped and pulled open each
other’s pants. His fingers slid down between my panties and the
waist of my jeans. Our eyes met and I lifted my hips off the seat
for him. He clutched his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled
my pants down to across my thighs, his gaze smoldering before he
dropped his head and pressed his fiery, damp lips to my stomach.
His touch sent familiar chills through my core. A feeling so
comfortable, I welcomed it every moment we were alone.

I dragged my hands up his
back, carrying the edge of his hoodie and t-shirt; I pulled them
off of his body
. Now that’s much
better.
His muscular, well-built back and
strong, thick shoulders were completely naked so I could feel and
watch his tendons and muscles flex and rotate as he moved and
swayed against me. He was insatiable as he worked his way down my
body. His arms flexed as he grabbed both sides of my jeans, which
were wedged against my mid-thighs, and pulled them down
further.

I felt his breath permeate the front
panel of my panties. God, I wanted him to taste me, but he kept
kissing everywhere but there. He was such a tease, making sure to
caress the tip of his nose down to the curve of his chin against
me. I twisted my fingers in his thick, black, shiny hair. I wanted
to feel the sharp tips poke and tickle against my inner thighs,
something that made me comfortably at home with him. He
relentlessly taunted me, his hands cradling my hips as he
deliciously massaged the contour of his lips and chin against me,
forcing me to the edge of aching ecstasy.

I snatched the edges of my panties and
pulled them down. He looked up at me across my heaving stomach, his
eyes wickedly sultry. There was no room for concerns or theories; I
knew the minute he lowered his mouth against me and plunged his
tongue into the space between my legs I was going to explode. He
slid one of his hands up my stomach and grasped my breast. His
fingers pulled and delicately stroked my nipple. Everything
connected and I wanted him. My hips swayed and thrust rhythmically;
instinctually I forced my head against the seat, arching my back in
anticipation. Slowly he lowered his mouth to me and the damp heat
from his tongue sky-rocketed me into a primal need to orgasm. His
head nodded and swayed faster as I clutched at the back of his head
and pushed him down harder against me. His visceral growl caused me
to burst into a thousand pieces. Millions of sparks crashed and
exploded in my body as I lost my breath, moaning in complete
euphoria.

My heart pounded, rapid and loud in my
ears. My breath faltered and I had lost any sense of where we were.
I only knew I’d reached the familiar place he’s taken me before. It
was only after the phone on the console began to ring that I came
to realize the limo had come to a stop.

Max stretched across me and picked up
the phone, lying against me. I could feel his unfinished business
hard against my thigh and his words vibrate through his body. “Hi,
Allen…okay…sounds good, we will be right out. Go ahead and unload
our bags. Thanks. Bye.” He hung up the receiver and snuck a kiss.
His fingers dropped to my buttons ruefully, fastening them back
up.

I pushed my hands down to the front of
his pants. “We’ll have to continue this later.”

He caught my hands, stopping me from
pulling him out of his pants. His eyes drank me up before he took a
deep, recuperating breath. “It’s okay, Wilson; I’m fine. Builds
anticipation for later, that’s all.” He kissed me before he shook
his head and snatched up his hoodie and t-shirt.

“
Really? I guess so. Whew,
that was so intense,” I said as I straightened out my sweater and
pushed my bangs back out of my eyes.
If he
can make me feel this way now, what is it going to be like when he
makes love to me?

I wanted more than the twenty-five
minutes the limo ride had given us. Sure, we had the comfort of
those plush seats and everything we wanted at our fingertips;
everything but time. It was probably for the best that we’d gotten
interrupted when we did, though. Max had me so hooked, I would have
let him make love to me, even if I didn’t want my first time to be
in the back seat of a car.

Max leaned forward. His hand drifted
across the back of my head as he combed his fingers through the
section that had gotten tangled against the seat.

“
Let me fix your hair. We
don’t want any evidence of where I just took you,” Max whispered in
a light chuckle against my ear. He leaned back as a smile broke
across his face. His eyes magically transported me back to what had
just taken place between us. His lips were soft and relaxed as he
kissed me delicately at the corner of my mouth.

My body was still humming from what
he’d just done to me.

“
I doubt my hair would be
the evidence anyone would see first,” I said, knowing I was
blushing from the top of my head down through my feet. Max
straightened the collar of my sweater, making sure to caress his
fingers against my skin.

“
There…you ready?” he
asked.

I took a deep breath.
“Yep.”

When I got out of the limousine and
pressed my foot to the driveway, a comforting familiarity washed
over my soul. I felt home; I know that sounds corny, even a little
freaky, but it felt right. Suddenly, everything that was ever wrong
in my life—everything that sucked about being me—was gone. I was
Max’s girlfriend, a girl his mom liked and his dad spoiled. Who
wouldn’t want to spend a week with people who actually wanted you
to be with them?

Max pulled me over to the massive
porch, still laden with multi-colored earthy slate and the same
pair of partially nude angels pouring water from huge vases on
either side of the rippled glass front doors—still amazing. Max
grabbed the massive brass handle and opened the door. The warmth of
the house washed over my skin. Soft, seasonal music with delicate
bells welcomed us to the rustic, cozy entry. The same sunflower
yellow walls swathed me into an easiness that felt like I’d been
here hundreds of times before. I pulled off my shoes; Max grinned
and slipped off his shoes too.