Page 26 of Enough Isn’t Everything (Everything Trilogy #1)

Chapter Eighteen

OLD FLAMES

As we sat drinking wine, feeling mellow, Max’s questions became more personal. “Are you seeing anyone, Lily?”

Alfie doesn’t count. “No.”

Smirking, he raised an eyebrow. “Are you kidding me, why not?” he asked, surprised.

There was no way I could tell him about Alfie.

“There was someone briefly, but it didn’t come to anything.” I wanted to shift the spotlight from me. “What about you, Max, I bet the ladies are falling over you.”

“Well! Yeah, they are.” He chuckled truthfully. “But I’m too picky, I guess, and I got bored of one-night stands.”

His openness surprised me. “Tell me about your ‘didn’t-come-to-anything’ guy.” He smiled.

“There’s nothing to tell really, other than he doesn’t do serious relationships.

Max bunched his brows. “Is that guy nuts?”

I shrugged not wanting to get into that again. “Anyway, he moved on, and I got my shit together with Will. We’ve had no real time for socializing since, until tonight.”

We started talking about our common love of music, and it was as if the previous four years melted away. We had a long history as friends. While he was talking, I drew my fingers up my wine glass. Dipping my middle finger briefly in my wine, I circled it around the rim of the glass, making a tune.

Max reached over and took my hand in his, lacing his fingers through mine.

“Sorry, honey, you can’t do that with your finger, it’s turning me on.

” I giggled at him, thinking that he was just being funny.

When I met his gaze, his eyes were darker in color, and his sensual stare made me see he was completely serious.

He gestured at our hands by holding them up. “Remember when we used to do this when we talked at night in the camper van?”

Smiling, I had. “Yeah, I do, Max.”

He smiled and continued, “I can tell you now, I thought I’d never felt hands so soft and delicate, and that you were my little angel.”

Smiling, I wrinkled my nose at him. “Aww.”

When he unexpectedly lifted my hand and kissed it gently, I felt a small thrill run throughout my body.

I looked at Max and sighed. “We should head home. I need my bed.”

Max muttered what I thought was, “Me too.”

However, when I looked closer at him, he smiled like he hadn’t said anything out of place, and I thought I’d misheard him. Max looked gorgeous in his red shirt and easy fit jeans. The red color suited his skin tone, his dark tan and blond hair made him look striking.

Catching me looking at him, he smiled slowly, signaling to our waiter for the check.

He glanced at it and threw some folded bills into the wallet.

Walking along the dark road on the way home, toward the lights of the condo building, Max leaned in and automatically threw his arm around me.

Tensing initially, because it felt weird, Max smiled and started rubbing my arm as he chatted, and I felt myself relax.

Lifting my hand to meet his, we clasped our fingers together again.

“We used to do this too.” He grinned gesturing at our hands again.

Still smiling, he tilted his head toward the sky and inhaled deeply.

Neither Max, nor I, changed our position as we entered the building and walked over to the elevator.

I definitely felt safe with Max, but I had butterflies at the same time because this was very different.

This was everything I’d ever dreamed of as a young teenager with him.

When the elevator car arrived, I was nervous of what might happen between us.

On the way up, I began to talk about the beach, but Max had put a finger up to my mouth. “Shush.” I stared at him. “I want to kiss you.” He smiled affectionately, bringing his hand up. He took my chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting my face up to him. Our eyes met and I smiled back.

“You used to kiss me all the time, Max.”

Gazing into my eyes, his voice became huskier. “Hell, I used to kiss you like a brother. This kiss will definitely not be like that.” I swallowed audibly, and wet my lips subconsciously, but became conscious I was doing it and felt myself blush.

At that point I wanted that too. I had always wanted Max to kiss me properly not just a peck on the cheek.

My mind was in conflict though, because of my slutty behavior with Sam and Alfie.

The timing sucked, but I knew I may never get the chance to experience a kiss with Max again if I rejected him.

My eyes searched his. “Okay, if it feels weird we could stop… no awkwardness… deal?” I wrinkled my nose, and he smiled broadly.

Licking his lips, he motioned toward me. He moved his closed lips back and forth on mine before pressing them to my mouth with more pressure.

Max’s hands slid around the small of my back, and moved up to my ribs, before he stroked downwards, toward my belly, then he suddenly pushed me against the elevator wall. I kissed him back, and he murmured, “Oh God.” An intense heat grew between us, and I was drenched between my legs.

His hands traveled up to the sides of my face, caressing my chin on both sides. He put his hand on the back of my head, pulling me into him as his tongue probed deeper into my mouth. Our breathing was ragged and hurried now. It left me breathless.

The elevator dinged its arrival at my floor, and he rushed me out backward, pinning me against the wall in the hallway. He pushed one leg between my thighs, his body flush with mine, and I felt his hard cock straining against his pants.

Feeling the friction between his pant leg and my bare skin was sensational. I felt so guilty doing this, but I felt helpless to stop it, because I wanted this to happen at the same time.

I slipped my hands up inside his T-shirt and felt a wall of solid muscle. As I slid my hands around his back, he shuddered and jerked, before moving his mouth to my neck.

This was going way too fast for me. I needed time to think. I pushed him away and tried to collect my feelings, taking my time finding my keys in my purse. I glanced up, and Max was looking at me like he was going to rip my clothes off.

Breaking contact I tried to slow things down a little. “Hey, well, I think we can say no worries to the awkward kissing thing. You can check that off the list.” I sounded casual, but my heart was racing.

Max grinned and nodded, and I thought I had taken the heat out of the moment. I figured once we’d thought about it, we’d tell each other that it wouldn’t be a good idea.

Fishing my keys out of my bag, I started to open the door. As soon as he heard the latch click Max pushed me through the door, banged it behind him, and pushed me gently back toward the couch.

Max’s hands skimmed up my thighs and under my dress before I could stop him, and he stalled in surprise. His face was registering shock. “No panties, Lily?” I blushed, more than a little embarrassed.

“They were visible under this dress.” I shrugged, and he raised an eyebrow.

Max began slipping my dress up, and I grabbed his wrist. “Stop!”

“I can’t,” he murmured near my mouth. He lifted it over my head, then free of my arms.

I still couldn’t believe we were going beyond our friendship.

“Love the delicate lace on your bra,” he murmured as his thumbs ran briefly over my breasts before he reached around and unclipped it.

My breath hitched. He stroked around my belly and breasts, curled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, kissed them, sucked them, and pulled them together, wobbling them. I laughed.

Seeing his appreciation turned me on, and his touch was making me want more than just messing with him like this. I didn’t really believe that we’d have sex though.

Pulling Max’s T-shirt off was the start of everything. He then drew himself down the length of my front, skin to skin. I shivered with delight, and raked my fingernails lightly down his back. “I can’t believe I’m making out with you,” Max admitted.

Smiling warmly, Max leaned in and kissed me from my neck all the way down to my mound. I tensed and moved away a tad. This was going beyond making out. He frowned, but slid his hands up the back of my legs before they moved to my inner thighs and he pushed my legs apart. I didn’t stop him.

Blowing lightly on my sensitive flesh, Max then licked and flicked lightly on my clitoris with his tongue. Max had a lighter touch than I’d experienced before. The sensation he was giving me was so erotic and sensual.

My juices were flowing, running down the crease of my folds. My skin flushed from the heat he was generating in me as my body hummed. I knew this wasn’t going to stop short of us having sex.

Max spread my legs wider, resting his head on one thigh and explored my entrance. “You’re really very pink and swollen down here, Lily, does this mean you want me?” He smirked and I blushed, which turned into me laughing with embarrassment, as I tried to squeeze my legs closed.

Holding me in position, he smiled. “Not funny, Lily, I want to see you.” His finger skimmed the length of my slit. “Damn, so slick, so ready,” he growled as he hugged me again.

Covering my face with my hand, I felt embarrassed by his comment. Max slipped a finger inside me gently. I moaned and he pulled it back out to look at it. “Fuck. Look,” he hissed, showing me his finger glistening.

Running his finger along his lips, he then slipped it back inside my core and curved it, pulled it out and sucked it. It was extremely hot to watch. “Damn, you smell sexy.” His voice sounded as if he was fighting to control himself.

I was in denial that this was really happening because of our innocent history. That ‘my Max’ was talking to me this way.

Kissing my mouth again, he thrust his tongue deep, making me moan, “Oh God.”

Trailing down my belly, he made little gentle kisses, talking in a whisper. I had to concentrate to hear what he was telling me. “I… want… you… so… fucking… badly.”

Max buried his tongue deep inside me, letting out a low moan into my wet heat, which reverberated through my body. “Shit.” It tickled.

“I want you inside me, Max.”

His head whipped up. “Did you say that or was that my fantasy thinking out loud?”

I smirked. “You didn’t imagine it.” I giggled and shook my head shyly. He spread my folds and drew his tongue from my clit down until he stuck his tongue in me and sucked hard on my clit again. The sensation was incredible.

Max replaced his mouth with two fingers inside as he gazed up at me. “Say it again. I want to see you say it.”

I worked a swallow. I had no reservations by then. “Fuck me, Max.”

Grinned wickedly, he smirked. “Fucking hot, Lily, but… nope.” Chuckling, he began flicking my clitoris, first with his thumb, then with his tongue again.

“Fuck me, Max.” I was beginning to get frustrated with him.

He pulled his head back to look at me again, smirking wickedly. “Actually, Lily, I know you were brought up better than that. Where are your manners?”

“Please, Max!” I whimpered.

Max stood suddenly. “Yes, ma’am!” Smiling, he saluted, pulling his pants off. “Oh shit! I don’t have any condoms. I didn’t expect to get laid on this trip!” Max looked worried.

“There are some in the left nightstand drawer,” I said hurriedly. Max ran off to get them and was already sheathing himself as he walked back.

“Wait… You have condoms in your bedside drawer?” Then added quickly, “Don’t answer that, we’ll deal with that later.”

Reaching out, I wanted to touch his cock. “Nah, you can’t touch it. If you do, I’ll blow before we get down to it. See what you do to me, girl,” he growled.

Max lifted me up and sat on the couch, pulling me over to straddle him. He stroked my back, staring at my body, cupped my breasts, and weighed them again between his hands. His beautiful brown eyes searched my face. There was no mistaking how he was feeling.

Stroking my hair gently, he studied me, and wriggled down the sofa. He lifted me above his straining cock, slowly lowering me on to him. His eyes closed and he groaned, “So tight.”

He held my ass in the palms of his hands and bounced me gently at first as his thrusts became deeper. He opened his eyes and smiled slowly. “You always used to rib me for being bossy, Lily. Go on, you take charge. I’ll let you ride me, then, only if you’re good, I’ll return the favor.”

Lowering me, Max sat me across his lap, and I rocked myself back and forth, rolling my hips on him. Max had one hand on my hips supporting me, the other trailing between my breasts, his chin tilting up now and again when he sought eye contact.

Changing the rhythm, I started to gyrate in a circular pattern on him, then lifted my legs into a kneeling position, feeling the length of him leave me and taking him back inside.

Rocking back and forth again, the friction from his pubic bone rubbed my clitoris.

I moaned loudly. “Fucking incredible. Damn, Lily,” growled Max, his face twisted with the pleasure he was feeling.

He moved his palms to cradle my ass cheeks again, and started bouncing me on him and thrusting upwards.

His tempo increased as he thrust into me.

Tingling feelings preceded my core tightening and I gripped him inside as Max held me against him. He lifted us off the couch and flipped me onto the floor. My legs were high on his waist as he thrust in and out of me, so deep, as he placed his thumb over my clitoris.

He pumped slowly inside me, then quickened the pace and kept it steady. He drove me crazy, I was so near the edge. My fists tightened as his speed increased, and he kept it going.

I felt myself begin to clench tighter around his cock. “Go on, Lily, do it,” Max whispered into my ear. I rode my climax, shuddering and shaking.

I screamed out, “Max,” as I buckled under him.

Max chuckled softly at me, but continued to ride me until I came again before he suddenly jerked and his eyes closed as he pulsated inside me. His mouth went wide, and he rolled his head back, then he curved forward to bury his face in my neck.