When his lips moved to my neck, I said, “I thought last night would have been enough to tide you over until at least tonight.”
“Not even close,” he said, his breath hot on my throat. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Would it matter if I said yes?”
“No,” he said.
He held me tightly, possessively, and turned me around to face the window. Outside, people walked down the sidewalk just feet from my window, separated only by a short hedgerow of shrubbery, and the faintly tinted window of my office. It wasn’t completely darkened, so passersby could see in if they looked hard enough.
The bustling crowds of people on their way to lunch or meetings or sight-seeing moved quickly down the sidewalk, not appearing to have the slightest hint of what was going on behind that tinted window, but if someone stopped and looked for more than a few seconds, they would easily be able to make out my hands pressed to the glass, probably my face, and maybe Max standing behind me, too.
“I think they can see,” I said.
Max lifted my skirt but didn’t say anything.
“Max…”
I felt his erection straining against his linen pants, pressed against my ass.
“Relax,” he said in a stern whisper. “I’ve got this.”
I trusted him, and honestly, the proximity to people walking by added more than a little extra thrill.
Max’s fingers slipped beneath the elastic on the leg-hole of my panties. He pulled them to the side, while simultaneously using one finger to brush over my sex, slipping through the folds, upwards, making a quick touch-and-go on my clit, sending a jolt of need through my body.
With both hands, he held onto my hips and pulled me back toward him. I wore heels, but still needed to get on my tip-toes a little as he lined up to enter me.
The head of his excited cock notched at my opening of my pussy.
And he pushed in with a long stroke.
I gasped and my eyelids fluttered in response, then I refocused on the view in front of me — people dressed for work, tourists dressed for a day of exploring, a postal worker carrying a large bag, a woman jogging by with a dog, families, individuals…a cross-section of people strolling by as I stood there impaled on Max’s magnificent erection.
“I can’t stay out of you, Olivia.”
I breathed heavily as he fucked me, deep and slow.
With one hand he bunched my hair in his fist, turning my head to the side. He craned his neck to reach me, and his tongue plunged into my mouth, sweeping through my mouth, a move he synchronized with each thrust of his hips, shoving inside me.
He was doing me harder than usual, his lust surely spiked as high as I’d ever experienced it.
“Max,” I said through a long exhale. “Fuck me just like that. Don’t stop.”
His voice like course gravel, he said, “I would never stop if I didn’t have to, Liv.”
“Oh, God,” I sighed, feeling the warmth of the first spurts of his come.
Max buried his face in my hair against the back of my head.
I reached up, behind me, and held onto the side of his face.
He kept pumping his hips as he pumped his semen into me.
“I’m going to come,” I said. “Make me come, please.”
Max kept going, not losing his erection at all after coming.
My legs got weak. Max noticed. He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me off the floor a few inches, turning us both around.
I hated the feeling of his cock slipping out of me, but it was only for a moment.
He hovered over me as he lay me on the desk. He worked my panties down my legs.
“I’m going to make you come all over my cock, Liv.”
I opened my eyes and they locked onto his burning gaze as he stared back at me, picking up the pace, driving into me so hard.
He wrapped my panties around both of my wrists, then pushed my arms up over my head. With one hand, he held my bound wrists in place, trapping me as he wanted me.
His hips got into a steady rhythm for a few moments, his free hand lowering down to my sex, as he massaged my clit with his thumb.
Then, a knock at the door.
“Olivia?” It was the voice of Kristen, my assistant. “Your lunch is here.”
A smile spread across Max’s face.
I was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air.
Max fucked me harder.
“Better answer her,” he said.
“A minute!” I said. It was all I was able to get out.
“Okay,” she said, barely audible to me now from the other side of the door, but also because my heart was beating so fast and hard it was the loudest noise I was picking up.
As Max thumbed my clit in circles, my stomach muscles started to contract and relax, and one of the most intense orgasms of my life began.
The clenching tightened around his cock as I arched my back and moaned.
Max came again. It was the first time I had ever had that happen with any guy, let alone Max, and now I knew an entirely new side of his potent virility.
FIVE
I didn’t have to wait long to find out what he had in store for me. It reminded me of the way he told me months ago, shortly after first meeting him, that the next time we saw each other he would make it a surprise. And did he ever.
After leaving our offices that day a little early, we went home to get ready to have some friends over for a cookout.
These were Max’s friends who he hadn’t spent much time with over the last several months, and I had encouraged him to get in touch with them. He’d been spending nearly all of his free time with me, first nursing me back to health, then getting into the swing of the new production company.
I didn’t want him to keep doing that at the expense of not spending time with his friends. Plus, I hadn’t met anyone socially since moving to LA and I was eager to have something like that in my life as well.
Max had two best friends. Anthony, a reality TV producer who, from afar, could pass for a young Jack Nicholson, complete with the omnipresent sunglasses. And then there was Carl, an entertainment lawyer, and the type of guy you might not be surprised to find out that he ironed his socks.
Each was married, and I immediately took a liking to their wives.
Anthony’s wife Monica was a booker for The Tonight Show. If Lisa Rinna ever needed a body double, Monica would be perfect. Carl’s wife Loralei was an immigration attorney, and someone who could never sneak up on you thanks to the fact that her wrists were always heavily festooned with loud, jangling bracelets.
These were real powerhouse couples, and for a short time I was a bit unnerved by that fact, but had to keep reminding myself that Max and I were very much the same, only without the married part.