I thought we'd kick off this wild week with a look back at my very first full-length erotic novel. I've always been a lover of action shows, and thrillers, so when I decided to try my hand at writing 60K or so of sexy romance, this was the genre that presented itself. Max Richmonte is a man of many talents, he's alpha male to the core, military, and has no filter when it comes to giving voice to whatever he wants... something Kaylee Masterson is wholly unprepared for when he storms into her life and sweeps her into his world.
SIMPLY THE BEST
“What are you here
for, Mr...” she hesitated when he tossed her a pointed look, then she relented.
“Why are you here, Max? I doubt it was to discuss architecture or house
design.”
He wasn’t totally
certain himself why he’d sought her company. He’d told himself numerous times
that it was sexual curiosity, that he wanted to sleep with her, nothing more.
But Max wasn’t a man to lie, especially to himself, and he knew there was
something about Kaylee Masterson that had gotten under his skin. He wanted her,
yes, but it was more than that. He simply hadn’t discovered yet what it was he
hoped to find in her. When he’d decided, on impulse, to come over to her house,
he sure as hell hadn’t expected to find her draped in gauzy silk and standing
in surroundings that made him think even more seriously about seducing her.
“I was going to ask
if you’d like to give me a hand with my book-keeping,” he said, grabbing at the
first remotely plausible thing that came into his mind.
She peered intently
at him, measuring the truth in his words and finding none. Her nerves were
screaming at her to get him out of the house before he really knew how deeply
attracted to him she was. He suspected, she could feel that much, but he had no
way of knowing how much of her time was preoccupied with every aspect of him.
She didn’t want him to know.
“How did you find me,
Mr. Richmonte?”
There it was again,
Max thought, that smooth shift back to formality any time he made the slightest
gesture of interest.
“Tommy remembered
seeing your address in the notebook,” he offered, dodging the question without
thinking. It was possible enough to be the truth, though, and she accepted it
as such.
What else had
Tommy seen in the book? She
wondered, agitation becoming a tangible kind of panicked pain within her.
“I’m not really an
accountant,” she offered with a weak smile. “Maybe you’d better consult someone
who does know what they’re doing.”
He nodded, his gaze
still wandering over the house, and the woman who occupied it.
“I don’t mean to be
rude, Mr. Richmonte,” she began quietly. “But, if that’s all you wanted, I
would like to be alone tonight.”
“Would you have
dinner with me tomorrow night?” he asked, curious about her reaction more than
her response. There it was, the near terror in her pale eyes as she considered
his invitation, and her desire to accept it. The light grey of her gaze clouded,
then the set of her jaw gave him his answer a moment before she politely
declined, for the second time.
“What are you afraid
of, Kaylee?” he questioned, refusing to be put off this time.
“Nothing,” she
returned firmly. “I simply don’t want to see you socially, Max.”
“Because you’re
afraid you might actually like me?” He grinned, and one eyebrow rose. “Or is it
something a little more basic that’s scaring you?”
“There’s that word
again,” she stated, voice little more than a whisper between them. “I am not
afraid of you, Max Richmonte,” she asserted. “If you require some kind of
proof, feel free to stay for awhile.”
“Thanks,” he grinned.
“I’d like to.”
She groaned inwardly,
but pasted a smile on her face and showed him fully into the living room. He dropped
his tall, lean frame into a comfortable chair and looked up at her, that
devastating smile coming into full play over his stunning features.
“How about a movie?”
She shook her head.
“Do you like old radio shows?”
Max’s surprise
brought a rush of sweet, feminine giggles from her and he watched her cross the
room and switch the sound system over to tapes. She popped in a cassette,
handed him a huge bowl of popcorn, and poured two glasses of red wine. She
handed one to him, then dimmed the lighting again before settling on the couch
adjacent to his seat in the armchair.
Max gave the old
audio program half his attention, the other half was focused on the woman
sitting a couple of feet away. She’d set aside the wine glass and was
listening, her eyes closed. Her wrap had fallen open and he was drinking in the
view of her breasts encased in the filmy silk and lace bodice of her gown. Her
nipples were a dark shadow, and he watched them harden as he stared at her, as
though her body was in perfect synch with his desire to touch her.
He left his chair,
silent and graceful, and reseated himself next to her on the sofa. Her eyes
opened and she looked at him, her breath a soft rush of air between them. Max
leaned into her, his lips finding hers as he pulled her close to him. His
tongue slipped into the wine-tainted warmth of her mouth, drawing her into the
kiss, deepening it to something exquisitely erotic as he tasted and teased her.
One hand held her head, the other glided over her until his fingers found the
softness of her breast, and he began to stroke and caress, his fingers circling
the taut nipple continuously.
Kaylee moaned softly
when he began to squeeze her breast, and the sound mutated into a gasp of
pleasure when he ended their kiss and both his hands caressed her, and tugged
at her sensitive nipples. Max slid the wrap off her shoulders and slowly peeled
away the clingy material that covered her skin. When her breasts were bared, he
touched her again, shuddering at the intense hunger the feel of her soft tits
in his hands was creating. He caught one of her dark buds in his teeth and
nibbled, making her tremble and whisper his name. He licked at her nipples
repeatedly, first one then the other, sucking intently, then hardly touching
her. She was breathing so fast after a few minutes that he wondered if she was
going to faint.
“Kaylee? Are you all
right, honey?”
She nodded, and her
passion bright eyes locked with his. “Why are you here, Max?”
“I want you, baby,
isn’t that obvious?” His voice was rough with need, but gentle, too.
“You could have any
woman you wanted,” she murmured. “You’re amazing. Why do you want me?”
Max laughed softly at
her perplexity in her tone. “When was the last time you really looked at
yourself, Kaylee? Jesus, baby! You’re the kind of beautiful most men lust
after.”
“Don’t be
ridiculous.”
His smile was
indulgent. “Ridiculous? I’ve been called a helluva lot of things, but that
one’s a first in this situation.”
“And what, precisely,
do you think this situation is?”
“Well.” He smiled,
one eyebrow quirked in teasing humor. “I’m hoping this situation is about to
evolve into you... me... and all kinds of wonderful...”
To make his point,
one hand disappeared under her gown and she tensed slightly, eyes wide with
combined anticipation and a shade of uncertainty.
“I don’t think I want
this to happen like this, Max.”
Max’s other hand slid
behind her back and he eased her toward him. He lifted her and turned, settling
into the sofa cushions as he put her astride his hips. Her fingers curled over
his shoulders and she looked down at herself, the reaction unconscious. She bit
her bottom lip at the sight; her naked breasts dangling before him, his hands
barely visible beneath the sheer silk of her gown. He was stroking her thighs
now, his caress slow and seductive.
“Tell me what you
want, honey.”
She shook her head
and he bent to take a nipple between his lips. He opened his mouth wider and
she gasped loudly when he began to suck the entire peak of her breast, his
tongue flicking furiously at the pebble hard point. Her body convulsed a moment
later when the sensation of his mouth on her was overshadowed by the dizzying
pleasure of his fingers buried in the tight channel between her legs.
“Tell me what you
want, Max,” she repeated his words, and he saw the surge of power and challenge
in her eyes when he lifted his head and locked his gaze with hers.
“What I want?” His
voice was a textured, gravelly purr of sensuous hunger. “What I want, Kaylee
Masterson, is to fuck you until you can’t walk without thinking about what it
felt like to have my cock so far inside you that you want to scream.” Passion
lit in her eyes and he could see how turned on she was by his words. He let
them keep coming. “I want to shove my dick into your dripping little pussy,
over and over again, baby.” He was punctuating every syllable with his hand,
his fingers moving in and out of her tight heat, the sounds slick and wet, so
exciting he wondered if he’d be able to exert any real control over his lust.
“What then?” She was
fucking his fingers now, her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. He knew she
was close to an amazing, intense orgasm. He also knew that she didn’t give a
damn what he said, as long as he kept on talking, probably telling her things
no man had ever uttered to her.
“Then,” he let his
fingers slip free of her, and began to stroke her wet slit, his thumb slowly
caressing her pulsing clit. “I want you to suck me, Kaylee. I want my cock in
your mouth, honey, and your finger up my ass. Do you think you can do that for
me, baby? Make me so crazy I lose control.”
She shuddered as she
came, suddenly and so violently she almost fell off the sofa. Her choking moan
muffled as she leaned forward, her head against his, foreheads touching. Max
didn’t give her much time to recover, he moved again, sitting her on the sofa
cushions. He stood up, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, and hissed in relief
at the easing of the pressure in his crotch. He shed his clothes quickly and
smiled at the appreciation in her eyes when she took a long look at him.
“You’re as gorgeous
as I knew you’d be, Max,” she told him, voice husky and seductive.
“Spread your legs for
me, Kaylee,” he directed, enjoying the sexy image she presented to him, with
her silky gown draped around her, her beautiful tits with their jutting peaks
begging for his mouth again. She started to stand, no doubt to remove the gown,
but he shook his head. “Leave it, honey.” She grinned at him and pulled the
material up around her waist like a cloud of shimmering gauze. When she spread
her legs wide and parted her folds to his hungry gaze, Max’s hand closed on his
cock and he started to stroke his rigid length as he walked toward her. She was
caressing herself, her middle finger slipping in and out of the wet tunnel
between her thighs, the sound soft and slick, making the head of his cock weep
an oozing bead.
Kaylee smiled and
pushed herself off the sofa. He stopped and she knelt in front of him. Max’s
breath escaped him as a hiss of sound when her tongue licked the swollen head
of his cock, flicking rapidly at the tiny slit as it continued to spill
droplets of moisture that she eagerly lapped up. She pushed his hands away and
his knees shook when she began to massage between his thighs, squeezing
carefully, rubbing with precise gentleness. Her wet finger, sticky with her own
orgasm, stroked the sensitive strip behind his balls, slowly making her way to
the tight hole that was her target zone. Max groaned softly and his hands
tangled in her hair, holding her while he pushed his cock deeper into her
mouth. She started sucking and his heart pounded so loudly that he wondered if
she could actually hear it.
Her finger was
probing delicately and Max was sure his legs were going to give out if she
penetrated him. He was willing to risk it, he decided, and spread his legs
wider, using the shift in position to anchor him to the floor. The pressure of
her mouth was an exquisite torture, and her tongue was twirling around the
throbbing head of his dick, finding the spots that made him tremble, lingering
over them until he was gasping and pushing deeper into her throat. She opened
her mouth wider, took him in as far as she could, and sucked harder. Her finger
slid into him, the sensation electric as it shot unbelievable pleasure to every
nerve ending he possessed. He felt like he was going to explode, not just in
her throat but into about a million flames of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Fighting down the
orgasm that was about to burst from him, Max pulled her away. He shivered when
her finger slipped free of him and she stared in surprise from her position on
the floor.
“I want to be buried
to the hilt in your pussy when I come, baby,” he told her, barely recognizing
the rasp of his voice.
Before she could
reply, the sound of his cellphone ringing brought reality crashing back. The
stereo had gone silent without notice, and the sudden stillness in the room was
shocking...
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