Page 58 of Invisible String (The Underground #1)
RAINEY
M y eyes widen. Has he always been this big?
Possible. Strong and thick. He’s hard as fuck, so hard in fact I can feel the veins pulsing underneath my palms. I stroke in an up and down motion.
I moisten my lips, then flatten my tongue and lick to the base, all the way to the sensitive tip.
My body betrays me, wanting more—to feel every part of him.
It’s a craving, no, a longing, a need. Max jerks when I linger, circling around the tip.
“Rain.” His voice strains, laced with lust.
I flutter my eyelashes, peering into his intoxicated eyes. He lifts his ass up slightly, tugging his jeans lower. His eyes darken with desire as I cup him. Max curses under his breath. It’s been so long, and I want to trace his thick veins with my tongue. His salty taste is one I remember.
“Fuck, baby.”
Gently and impatiently, he dips my head to the root as it hits the back of my throat.
He’s so large that my cheeks are hollow and stretch.
His fingers tangle in my hair, thrusting into it.
My arousal is heightened by the noises leaving his lips.
Moans, groans, and curses. I watch his face as he bucks, and his head falls back into the sofa, his hands leaving my hair for his own.
It’s so sexy how he slides his fingers in his hair, and his teeth scrape his bottom lip.
“Damn, you feel so good. Too good. I’m so close.” Max lifts his head. “You’re so beautiful, tesoro . Those lips around me fit perfectly.” He wipes the saliva off the corner of my mouth. “Eyes on me, baby, I want to see you take every drop.”
Damn.
Hot.
I go back to licking the tip. “Always,” I say, peering at him through my eyelashes.
Max comes in salty, lava-like spurts. My focus never strays from his. I swallow, then lick every drop off him. A satisfied groan leaves his lips. I get off my knees as he swipes my body.
After dinner, I change into my cami pjs—satin shorts and top.
“That was amazing.”
He makes it so easy for my walls to crumble, and I’ve been struggling to keep them up. The majority of them have been demolished, and that terrifies me because I’m falling again and I don’t know how to make it stop.
“Take off your shorts, my sunshine.” His demanding velvet tone has me obliging.
His dick is still very hard.
He shakes his head when he catches me staring at it. “No, not that. I’m going to take care of you another way.”
Awkwardly, I get on my knees on the sofa. I squeal when Max lifts me, setting me on his chest. Why do I feel disappointed in myself for not having sex? His thick fingers rub between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me.”
Yes, I am. I’m melting in this man’s hold. Like if I weigh nothing, Max lifts me in the air as he scoots down some. “What are you doing?”
His head flops back, and he sets me on his face. “A lot of things. Worshipping, eating my dessert, satiating my woman.”
My. Woman.
He’s been saying that, and it does things to me. So many pretty words, but for how long? My nails dig into the sofa, and his hot breath fans my insides.
His hands grip my ass and grind me onto his face, his thick tongue working my delicate aching spots.
One hand grips the sofa, and the other grips his hair.
I don’t know what to do with my hands. I want to touch him all over.
I cry in pleasure as he nips and sucks, and it is driving me wild.
My body hums in apprehension for this man who can paint pictures with his tongue.
“More.” I rock faster. He delivers. He slaps my ass and sucks so hard it hurts, but in a good way. “I need you inside of me.” My words slip out seductively before I can stop myself.
He freezes.
He shakes his head beneath me, but I keep rocking. He lifts me slightly to look at me. Max’s lips glisten with my wetness.
He licks, then says, “You’re not ready.”
The hell I am.
“I want you inside me,” I repeat, my voice not sounding like my own, more like a possessed woman.
He smirks. “No, it’s lust talking.”
And maybe he’s right.
“Believe me, I want to be inside you, but you are not ready for us. You’ll know when you’re ready, and so will I, and tonight is not it.”
I hate that he’s right. I’m not ready for us, and I don’t even know what “us” means. I’m grateful that he’s patient and didn’t take advantage of my lust-filled words. Of all the pretty, hot, sweet words he speaks, there are only three I want to hear to know I’m it for him.
“I’ll pleasure you all night with my tongue and fingers until you feel satisfied, and I know it won’t be enough until our bodies are tangled, and I can satiate every ache in you and fill you up.”
Oh my gosh, my insides liquify, and I’m so turned on.
“Max,” I cry out in pure torture. I need his mouth back.
“Now, let me get back to worshipping my woman.”
There it is again, my woman . And boy, do I love hearing it.
Worshipping, he does. Our night follows with every promise to keep me satisfied and pleased.
He takes me to my room and takes my top off, laying me bare on top of the bed.
He kisses me breathlessly, then kisses every part of me—sucking on my breasts, which drives me insane—then his lips glide down to my belly, leaving kisses in his wake to between my legs his tongue works his magic until I cry out in pure saturated bliss then he proceeds kiss down my thighs until he gets to my feet and massages them down the heel.
Max then flips me over on my knees. He kisses my legs until he spreads my legs farther and flicks his tongue, stroking my clit.
Max slides underneath and thrusts his tongue inside me, biting and sucking until I come on his beautiful face.
He doesn’t stop there. He massages my back and peppers kisses on it.
I do the same to him. I strip him down and kiss every part of his godly, toned, muscular body.
It’s so perfectly sculpted that every workout shows on him.
A V-line I’m dying to trace. I do just that after kissing his biceps and licking his pecs.
I trace the V-line down to his extremely hard length.
I love how he watches me and how his eyes darken with lust, and I’m not sure what else.
I take every part in my mouth, sucking gently, causing him to arch and curse.
When I deep throating him, he yells, “Fuck, fuck, Rainey, you’re my everything.”
He combusts in my mouth, and those words ring in my ears.
Then Max goes back to ravishing my body.
Until we have to tap out for the night in multiple orgasms, I relish this moment we didn’t need sex to tangle with one another.
My body aches in a whole different way in pure euphoria from just his mouth.
I’m not sure if this is his way of showing me how serious he is about me, but deep down, I think it is, even though I want to deny it.
Max wipes a wet strand of hair covering my eye, then kisses my forehead. “What are you grinning at?” he asks, his smile matching mine.
My heart flutters like little butterflies marching in a happy rhythm.
“Just because…I’m happy,” I respond, my fingers raking his hair.
My smile is content—one that hasn’t reached my eyes in such a long time.
I grieved for two souls, but in the past weeks, Max has replaced it with happiness.
I’m healing from the loss of my mother and the man beside me, nestling in his arms and staring into his forest green eyes, as a brick wall shatters down—another one.
“You have a beautiful smile,” he says, kissing the smile on my lips. “Now, go to bed before my tongue goes back to work.” He laughs, and so do I.
I snuggle in the crook of his neck, and his arms wrap around my waist.
“Good night, tesoro mío .”
“Good night, Maxi.”
He exhales and tightens his arms around me.
The door creaks open, and a little pitter of paws clacks on the floor.
Daisy jumps on the bed. I lift my head. Daisy lies at Max’s feet.
How cute is it that this broody man has a dog curled at his feet?
I love Daisy already, especially since Max gave her to me.
She licks his toes, and he wiggles them. I giggle.
Max peels one eye open. “Bed.” His voice is low and husky. He then lies me on his chest. I drift off in Max Canos’ arms.
“You’re smiling a little too much. It’s freaking me out.” Isabella adds food coloring to the paste for the concha.
I pop an elbow on the prepping table. My grin never falters, and I can’t stop.
“See…tell me, sweetheart, what has put back a smile on your pretty face?”
I take a large bite of a cinnamon roll, licking the icing off my lips. My memory conjures an image of Max smearing it between my legs.
“Oh, it’s a who. Finally, gracias a Dios .”
“We spent the weekend together,” I tell her. I don’t tell her my legs were spread on the table. I warn her about Daniel because I want her to be safe.
“He hired bodyguards for when he’s not around?” she asks, her brows raised in shock, looking around the room. Her gaze lands on Johnny.
I nod, letting her know the man sitting at the table is the guard. I just opened five minutes ago, and he walked in. I didn’t charge him since he’s taking the trouble to babysit me like I’m a celebrity.
“Max must truly care about you for him to hire men to protect you.”
Even when he left me four years ago, I saw the pain and confusion in his eyes.
But it didn’t excuse the heartbreak I went through.
It proved he had a heart, just like this morning.
I tiptoed to get dressed at three a.m. and was careful not to wake Max up.
He was sound asleep, with Daisy curled up next to him.
Too bad I couldn’t go in late so I could rest beside them longer.
When I was out of the shower, he was getting dressed.
I told him to sleep in, but he insisted on driving behind me to make sure I was safe.
Then he kissed me against the wall, his thumb running circles on my beating pulse.