Thursday Nights (The Charistown Series) (7 page)

In a mocking tone Janie replied, “Really, Max, you have to ask? What kind of bitches have you been dating?”

“Touché,” was his only response.

“Honestly,” Janie said in a somber voice, “giving has never been my problem. It’s on the receiving end where I draw the short straw.” Janie, straddling the beautiful Adonis sprawled out on her bed, started to leave a trail of kisses like bread crumbs from Max’s sexy, curved lips, down his throat, across his stunning expanse of a chest, over each nipple, and along his belly, until she got to his hard, thick cock.

“Beautiful,” she murmured as she began to lick the crown and suck on the head.

“Jane…” Her name came out like a prayer. As Janie began to suck and lick her way down, she used her hand to rub his balls and stroke the root of his shaft.

He groaned, and his hands found her hair, moving away the strands that hung around her face like a curtain. He needed to see her blue eyes as she took him all the way into her mouth. He felt his orgasm start to build as he watched himself slide in and out of her pink lips and hit the back of her throat as she swallowed him.

His body quaked, and he started to shake. “Babe, you gotta stop…I’m gonna come. Janie… please…” Max wasn’t sure if he was begging for her to stop or keep going, but she made that decision for him as she continued to suck and stroke his dick. Max couldn’t hold back another second and exploded in her mouth as she swallowed it down. Every. Single. Drop.

God, did she know how hot she was?

Janie was so turned on by this man that giving him a blowjob had her rubbing her thighs together. She needed to find her own release again.

Sensing her desire, even though he was still coming down from his orgasm-induced haze, he reached over and pulled her up onto his chest, his hand finding and stroking her sensitive clit. She came undone immediately. And when she was through, both of their bodies thoroughly sated and exhausted, they fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms.

Janie slowly opened her eyes as the realization of his presence set in. She couldn’t contain the smile that spread across her lips. She was lying on her side, and Max’s hand lazily rubbed up her hip and sunk into the valley of her slim waist and back to her hip again. Spooning behind her, his hardened length was nestled between the soft globes of her ass as he continued to stroke her torso. His hand inched closer to her core as his lips grazed her shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, Janie,” he murmured. “I’ve been waiting for so long…”

Her body fluttered, and her pulse skipped. “Max, you make me feel…” She didn’t know how to finish the sentence, though, because the sentence was already complete. He made her feel…
period
. She had never felt anything like it before. He had awoken her from a state of complete numbness she hadn’t realized she’d been stuck in, and now, every nerve was exposed, every emotion raw. And while she knew she should probably feel scared, she just felt alive.

“Janie,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want you.”

She looked over her shoulder as the mattress shifted with his movement, and she watched as he grabbed his discarded jeans from the floor and pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and slid the latex over his hard shaft. Lust consumed her body like wildfire as she turned onto her back and watched Max’s face mirror her desire.

“Open for me, Janie.” His words were laced with desperation while he moved between her legs. Janie nodded and wrapped her legs around Max’s muscular torso, urging him on as he placed his cock at her soft, warm entrance. He took a deep breath and thrust into her, fast and hard, like her need. They moaned in unison as he gave her a quick second to get used to having him inside her. “Oh, fuck, Janie...you feel…ah...” Max tried to keep himself still for her sake.

But Janie reached up with both hands and grabbed Max’s hair, yanking his face to be eye-level with hers. “Do you need an invitation? Fuck me, Max, please!”

With all of his good intentions out the window, Max took control of Janie’s body the way he had been dreaming of for months. He sank his cock balls-deep into her pussy, and she panted and writhed. Her nails dug half moons into his back as she met him thrust for thrust. He pulsed in and out of her, raining kisses on her neck, her breasts, and her lips. He had never tasted a sweeter woman. And he loved the sounds she made every time he pushed deep into her body and each time he touched her clit.

Janie held on, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. She trailed her lips along his shoulders and kissed him hard on the mouth. She may have even bitten him, but she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t think straight. Every time he stroked her clit all she wanted to do was purr like a cat. Her body tightened on the brink of another climax, and she shattered like glass when he pinched her clit and then pushed in deeper.

Max continued to drive into her, as her body tightened around his cock. He had found a spot between her neck and her shoulder that made her shudder, and he began to nibble and kiss her there.

“Max, I don’t know if I can come again…that was huge,” Janie whispered using the little energy she had left.

“Babe, you have no idea what I can make your body do,” Max said with a mischievous smile. Just hold on.” He gently pulled his cock from her still-pulsating sex and slowly lowered his body down her bed, kissing her flesh inch by inch until his face was once again at her entrance. She gasped as she felt the Beast lap over her sensitive clit and plunge deep inside her.

“Oh my God!” Janie whimpered in pleasure. “Ahh…that feels so….ahh!” Max ate at her and licked and sucked, and once again, her body started to clench and shake. “Holy shit, Max, I’m gonna…Max…I’m...”

Max moaned his approval as he continued to suck at her hot, drenched cunt. “Give it to me, Janie. I want it.” He hissed as she lifted her hips and came apart in his mouth.

Before her body could come down from its happy place, though, his erection was firmly plunged back inside her. He whispered sexy promises in her ear while she moaned and undulated against him. Max groaned at the warm acceptance of Janie’s body. Their mating was primal, ravenous, and needy. He was ready to explode.

“Oh, Max,” Janie pleaded. “I’m gonna come again…please come with me!”

Max stilled for a split second. Did she read his mind? The thought was so brief and her body felt so good. She felt like a vice as she milked an intense orgasm that started in the base of his spine and ruptured out of his body. Everything he ever knew about sex and women had just been blown to pieces by the petite beauty panting in the bed next to him.
I want more
, he thought to himself when he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom
. I need more.
He climbed back into her bed, spooning her.
I’m so screwed,
his exhausted mind screamed. But he pulled her lush, relaxed body close to his chest anyway, and breathed in the sweet smell of her hair, kissed her shoulder, and welcomed sleep.

When the morning came, there was none of the awkwardness that Janie had feared. They awoke together and stretched. With her head on his chest, she let her fingers walk the hard plane of Max’s body. Thoughts of the previous night sent heat through her core. As horny as touching him was making her, Janie made herself pull away and got out of bed.

Max rubbed his large hands over his day’s worth of stubble and then spoke in a no-nonsense tone. “Janie, get your sweet ass over here. I want your mouth.” Turned on beyond belief, Janie continued to back away, but this time she was laughing.

“What the hell is so funny?” he asked without a hint of anger in his voice. He tried to reach for her, but again she snuck away.

She refused to let him kiss her before she brushed her teeth. “No way, Max. I don’t care what they do in the movies and romance novels. I don’t want anyone’s tongue in my mouth before I’ve brushed my teeth.”

An unfamiliar, light feeling settled in his chest. “Whatever you want, babe.” He got out of her bed and slipped on his well-worn jeans as Janie escaped to the bathroom to brush her teeth and throw on a tank top and shorts.

When she opened the bathroom door, though, he was no longer in the bedroom. She heard him in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets. Curious, she headed in his direction. At that moment, her cell phone buzzed, indicating a text. It was from Lyla.

Hey J – how was ur nite? Want the deets…chat soon. At the gym. XO, L

Janie smiled. Lyla was her rock, her constant. How often do people find their lifelong best friend in their freshman-year college roommate? Janie sent back a quick text.

Nite is still going...and it is gr8! Call when ur done 4 deets. XO, J

Janie didn’t make it into the kitchen yet, when the phone started ringing. “So predictable,” she said out loud.

Max asked her where she kept her coffee before he noticed the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Ly, hold on a sec.” She looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding? Why would I have coffee here?”

Max looked at her like she had sprung another head. “Umm, because you love coffee and can’t function without it? You drink at least two cups during Sunday dinner, and that’s just one meal. Every time you come to Danny’s for reasons other than to drink alcohol you drink coffee, too…so, Ms. Silver, I will ask again: where is your coffee?”

Janie looked at the sexy man leaning casually against the counter in her kitchen and felt her heart skip a beat.
Would it be pathetic to fall in love with Max DeLucca after that little monologue
? She let out a wistful sigh and came back to the here and now when she heard Lyla giggle into the phone. Shit, she’d forgotten Lyla was on the line. “Um, okay,
Mr. DeLucca
,” she said trying to stabilize her shaky voice. “I don’t keep coffee here because no one makes better coffee than
Starbucks
, which just so happens to be right next door—which is one of the main reasons I rented this apartment, I’ll have you know.”

Max leaned over and kissed the top of her head, inhaling in the sweet scent of her hair. “I’ll go and get you a Grande. Lots of cream and two sweeteners, right?”

How the hell does he know that
? She thought to herself, drawing up a curious brow.

“I pay attention, Janie. I’ll take my time so you and Lyla can chat. Be back soon.” Then, in a louder voice, he called into the phone, “Mornin’, Ly,” and walked out the door.

“Holy shit, Janie!” Lyla was screeching, now huffing and puffing into the phone.

“Ly, turn off the treadmill before you fall on your head.” Janie heard the machine power down. She looked at the counter where Max had left his cell phone and car keys. A tingle spread through her body, his things in her place felt….nice.

She heard her friend take a gulp of water and then the motor that was Lyla’s mouth kicked into high gear. “I want to know every single detail, do you hear me? What happened? How did it start? Was he good? No, fuck that…was he great? What happens now? Jesus, Janie, can you please say something?”

Janie snorted. “Lyla, if you would shut your trap for two seconds, I would be able to answer your questions.”

Lyla apologized for her over-exuberance and told Janie to continue. Janie gave Lyla the condensed version of the story in order to squeeze in as much as possible before Max came back with the coffee. “I promise to give you the full down-and-dirty version later. I know you are a details kind of girl.” Janie giggled, and Lyla gave a full-out belly laugh.

“So, what happens now?” Lyla asked.

“I don’t know. I really like him, Ly. I know this is supposed to be...what did he call it? ‘Sex with friends,’ but he’s funny and sweet and amazing in bed and…Max. You know…he’s the kind of guy you fall for…”

At that moment, Janie turned around to see Max standing there holding the coffee. There was a look in his eyes, something fleeting but haunted that she couldn’t put a name to. Janie cleared her throat. “Hey, Ly, Max is back with my caffeine fix. Call you later. Love you.”

Tossing the phone on the counter, she took the coffee from Max, drank a fortifying sip, and set the cup on the counter. Stepping in close, she wrapped her arms around the man who had spent the last twelve hours showing her what making love could feel like when it was done right. She lifted herself up on her tippy toes, sliding her arms from his waist to his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Max accepted her kisses, but there was something off. He seemed to have cooled down considerably since leaving her to get the coffee. In fact, he looked ready to bolt.