But she’s got a hand on my cock now and it’s like I just shot up caffeine.
“I didn’t think you’d take it so literally,” I tell her, sleep still painting my words more of an incoherent lullaby before she straddles me and my moans become clear as day.
Opening my eyes fully, Maxine comes into view—a naked view, a masterpiece of tan lines, long dark hair, and an abundance of tiny, tight muscles.
When Maxine begins to grind against me, I’m suddenly no longer deathly exhausted.
Her teeth are close to piercing through her bottom lip when I reach out and cup her cheek to yank it free with my thumb before my hand falls and skims down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, and down her stomach, landing where she’s thriving off delicious friction. The moan that breaks free from her mouth makes my dick twitch beneath her, and Maxine notices, her eyes opening and her head falling to the side, taking her hair with it.
“I love hearing you.”
It’s something I’ve taken for granted my entire life—the sound of a woman giving into pleasure, living uninhibited right in the moment. It’s the mix of heavy breathing with the littlest of whimpers and the whines that follow. God, Maxine’s sounds, the way her body already shivers as she tries to keep herself there—that will put me in an early grave, and I’ll die a happy man.
But since I’m not dead yet, and I’m only human—agreedyhuman—I want and need more, more of her sounds, more of her movements, the frantic, selfish ones. I need to see Maxine’s gorgeous face the moment I slip inside. I need to see her break into a million different pieces, and I need to bear witness from within when that happens.
I tilt my hips up, prepared to remove the barrier of my boxer briefs I’m now fighting against, when the door flies open.
“Oh, oh! Oh my god!”
While Maxine scrambles off me, taking the sheet with her, I fling my head to the side. Maxine’s friend stands in the doorway, mouth agape so much it might as well hit the floor. I’m not sure what she’s trying to do, but she keeps turning to and from the door as if she’s about to walk out.
Maxine stands at the side of the bed, now wrapped in a toga. “Alyssa! Get out.”
Please, I silently beg. It takes me a moment to sit up because I’m secretly hoping her friend will leave and Maxine will push the shock and awe aside, climb back into my lap, and ride me until dusk.
The friend is stuttering now, and I’m about to be the one who tells her to get the hell out, but finally she speaks.
“Max... Max, your dad is here! Like herehere, downstairs in the den on a phone call.”
This gets me right out of bed, and I don’t hesitate to reach for my clothes.
“What?” Maxine hisses, dropping her voice to a whisper. “What do you mean my dad is here? What areyoudoing here? I thought you were coming back Wednesday!”
I pull my shorts on before grabbing my shirt.
“He... the shoot got canceled! I took an early jitney up and figured you weretraining.” I can feel the girl’s eye roll against my back. “I was walking here from town, and he was driving by and gave me a ride.”
“Didn’t you think tocallme?” Maxine asks, reaching for her robe.
“I...” The friend pauses, and I hear the door click shut. “Wait, theumpire?”
I fasten my belt. “The umpire is about to exit stage right.”
“How?” Maxine asks me before huffing, and I haven’t really given that much thought. “Stay here.Bothof you.”
I bite my lip when she leaves, scooting around her friend who tries to say something before Maxine opens the door and closes it behind her, leaving me and said friend, who now shoots daggers into me.
I sigh and pick up the sheet Maxine had shed and push the duvet back to make the bed.
“I’m Crosby,” I introduce myself.
“You... Maxine...” She shakes her head. “How long?”
The tone in her voice leaves me to believe she’s skeptical of the answer I haven’t even given yet. I tuck the sheet in. “Does it matter?”
“It does.” Alyssa moves closer, tossing me a sham pillow from the chaise at the end of the bed before placing her hands on her hips. “Oh, itdefinitelydoes.”
“Why?”