Uninhibited in New Orleans (The Becky Chronicles, Book 3) Read online

  Shit! Shit! Shit! Okay. Now is not the time to panic. I quickly sat up in the bed. I stopped as soon as I started because my body was sore in places I didn’t even know existed. Compliments of last night. Truthfully, it was as recent as a few hours ago. Damn. The things he did to my body ought to be illegal it felt so good.

  I heard the water shut off in the bathroom.

  I scrambled off the bed to find something to wear. Damn. My legs felt like jello, and between my legs? Shit. Sore is not even close. I groaned out of frustration for myself. I looked around for something to put on before Max walked into the bedroom. I definitely needed a barrier between us. I grabbed a t-shirt hoping it would be long enough to cover my ass.

  I heard him clear his throat, and I quickly held the shirt up over my chest. Shit! He didn’t give me time to put it on.

  “Good morning.”

  I turned at the sound of Max’s voice.

  Damn!

  He was standing outside the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. Drops of water from still covered his skin. I watched some of the drops as they fell from his chest to the perfectly cut vee at his hips. The towel stopped my dissent.

  I think my brain short circuited, because I wanted to walk over to him and lick it all off.

  I glanced up and he had a smirk on his face. Of course, he caught me checking him out. Max is too cocky for his own good.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t ever leave this room.” The heated look he gave me was making my nipples harden.

  Max scanned his eyes down my body, and I knew without looking, he could see the effect he was having on me. My nipples had hardened and were extra sensitive against the material of the shirt that was barely covering my body.

  My traitorous body. I needed to get control of this situation right now.

  “As tempting as that is, I’m only here for a couple more days. So, I need to get as much work done as possible.”

  Max clenched his jaw. His eyes moved over my face before he nodded. “I’ll go get dressed.”

  Huh. I don’t believe it. He gave up just like that. I know I haven’t known him very long, but he doesn’t seem like to type to go without a fight. I shook my head. Why do I care?

  Okay…whatever. I walked passed him and entered the bathroom to start the shower. I checked the temperature of the water to make sure it was just right before pulling the shirt over my head and laying it on the vanity.

  “Becky.”

  I jumped at the sound of his voice. I was so not expecting him to walk into the bathroom. I snatched up the shirt and quickly covered my breasts with it. I know holding it against me didn’t offer much coverage, but it was better than nothing.

  Max arched an eyebrow at my feeble attempt. He walked into the bathroom and stood at the end of the vanity.

  “Yes?”

  “I didn’t mean to startle you.” I would’ve believed him if his lips hadn’t twitched.

  “That’s fine. Did you need something?” Just smack me. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he “needed” something. I needed to shut my mouth before I began to question my education.

  He closed the distance between us and pulled me against him. Before I could say anything, he dipped his head and his lips kissed mine. I opened up to him as his tongue tangled with mine. I grabbed a handful of his shirt, dropping the one I was feebly holding up as a shield in the process. I attempted to pull him closer, if that was even possible. I moaned when Max deepened the kiss. His hands grabbed my ass, then he lifted me onto the vanity. I wrapped my legs around him and I could feel his hard arousal when he brushed up against my inner thigh. By the time he pulled back, we were both breathless.

  Max raked his fingers through my hair again before stepping back. We stared at each other for a moment.

  “I’ll see you this evening.” Max turned around and walked out of my room, not giving me a chance to respond.

  There he goes making plans without consulting me. Stupid ass man! Oh, I guess I could’ve chased him down.

  Sure, but for some reason, I think he is used to women doing that. Chasing after him. Used to women doing what he wants. Well, I am not going to be one of those women.

  I stepped into the shower on wobbly legs. The hot spray felt so good against my skin. Except for the burning on my neck. I stepped out of the shower to investigate. Yep, just what I was afraid it would be. The stubble I thought looked so damn sexy had left my neck and other sensitive parts irritated. When I say other parts, I mean my inner thighs. It looked a lot like razor burn.

  Yeah, I know.

  My skin tingled just thinking about all the things he did to me. I stepped back in the shower and took my time and made sure I was extra careful around all the sensitive areas. It wasn’t an easy task since the warm water burned my skin when it touched it. My inner thighs were particularly sensitive. Hell! What am I saying? I’m sensitive all over. I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped from my lips even if I wanted to. Oh, my God! I sound like a little school girl.

  I shook my head. I needed stay focused and Max Roberts was getting in the way of that. No matter what my body wanted me to do, I knew I needed to put some distance between us. No more sex. Nope. I just needed to forget what was probably the best sex of my life. That’s all.

  Yep. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

  I left the hotel with the intent of going on another tour. I walked around and checked out some of the shops for my article. While I was there, I picked up some small gifts I knew my friends would love. Johnny reminded me before I left to bring him something back. He’d already sent me several text messages begging me for details about my trip. More than anything, he asked about Max. Johnny wanted to know if we’d done the “dirty deed” yet. He has noooo idea. He would shit right now if I told him that Max and I had marathon sex all night. Damn. No wonder I’m still a little sore.

  About mid-day my stomach reminded me it was time for a little nourishment. Someone recommended a sandwich shop a few doors down. So, I decided to check it out. I was not disappointed. It was family owned and operated by some of the friendliest people I have ever met. It also turned out to have the best Reuben sandwich I have ever eaten.

  I looked out the window and then did a double take. Max was walking across the street toward the sandwich shop.

  His eye met mine.

  Damn! Why does he have to look so good? The charcoal suit he was wearing helped to emphasize his powerful, hard body. My mind automatically began thinking back to last night… and this morning.

  I took a big drink of my iced water hoping it would help my parched throat. Tell me why I chose to sit by the window again? Oh yeah…the view.

  Max entered the sandwich shop, but walked passed me to the counter. For a moment I thought he didn’t know I was there, but I remembered he looked right at me as he crossed the street. I heard him place his order. Not once did he look my way.

  Ohhhh…so he is gonna play it like that? (Never mind I was planning to do the same to him) He’s supposed to be the mature one. Right?

  I sat there and sipped my water. I am proud to say I did not allow myself to look at him. Okay, maybe I glanced once or twice.

  A shadow cast over my table. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see Max standing there with an amused expression on his face.

  “May I?” Max asked as he pulled out a chair and placed it beside mine.

  Why can’t he sit across from me like a normal person? Why does he have to smell so damn good? I caught myself before I groaned out loud.

  Shit!

  Space, Becky. Space. I just need to keep telling myself that.

  Max had just taken a bite of his sandwich (coincidentally, a Reuben) when a thought occurred to me.

  “Are you following me?”

  Max slowed his chewing and actually looked shocked by my question.

  “Excuse me? You think I’m following you?” He shook his head and chuckled.

  What the
hell? It isn’t that funny!

  “It looks that way to me.” I took another drink of water as a distraction.

  Max leaned in close to my ear. I could feel his breath on my neck. My nipples hardened at the thoughts that entered my mind.

  “I don’t need to follow you to know where you are.” The heat from his breath made me shiver all over.

  “What does that mean?” I hated the fact that I was only able to speak barely above a whisper.

  Max sat back and smiled. “Just an observation.” He finished his sandwich in two more bites before gathering our trash and threw it away.

  Well, at least he’s being polite. I stood up from my chair and felt his hand against my lower back.

  “Come with me.” Max quietly demanded in my ear.

  A part of me wanted to walk away from him, but my traitorous body had other ideas. I followed him across the street to his car. Max opened the passenger door for me. I hesitated for a moment, but then thought, why the hell not? I watched as Max walked around the car and got inside. He sped away the moment he made sure we were both buckled.

  A few minutes later we turned on a street in a residential area. We pulled into the driveway of a beautiful two story brick house.

  Max glanced at me to gauge my reaction. Why do I get the feeling this is his home? I looked back at the house. The brick house was beautiful, but it wasn’t exactly what I would expect a millionaire to live in. At the same time, it seemed perfect for Max. He was ever the contradiction.

  “Your home?” It more of a question that statement.

  He smiled. “Yes.”’

  His answer didn’t come as a surprise. I nervously glanced at Max. He squeezed my hand reassuringly as I saw the garage door open, then he drove the car inside. I felt him squeeze my hand again just before he brought it to his lips. My breath caught in my throat as his tongue lightly touched the top of my hand. The sensations spread through my body like a wildfire. His dark brown eyes darkened with desire as he continued to look at me.

  The spell was broken when Max looked turned away from me and opened his door. I watched as he jogged around the car to open mine.

  As soon as he closed the door, his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. I could feel his hard cock through the material of our clothes. There was no denying he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

  I wanted to resist him, but I couldn’t. Max knew it, too. I could tell by the cocky grin on his face. He pulled my hair down from its ponytail, and wrapped my hair around one of his hands. (This was becoming a thing with him pulling down my hair)

  He leaned into me and captured my lips with a hunger that left me breathless. Max had a way of doing that. I couldn’t think beyond the moment I was with him.

  I am not sure when we entered his house, but clothes were being pulled off along the way. I was down to my panties and bra when Max pulled me up the stairs. I felt a little nervous at the thought of being in his bed.

  Isn’t that a little personal? I brushed those thoughts aside for now. We walked into a dark gray bedroom. The large king sized bed covered in black immediately got my attention. Interesting choice.

  Before I could really give it any thought, I was flat on my back in the bed. Max leaned over me, caging me in.

  “I thought I could stay away from you today, but I can’t stop thinking about the way you felt or the how you tasted.”

  Daaaamn! I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to admit I was having the same problem. It would be pointless for me to pretend I wasn’t right where I wanted to be.

  “I want you.” As soon as I said those words, his lips crashed down on mine.

  It wasn’t soft and gentle either. Max was reminding me that my body was completely at his mercy. His lips left mine and he moved down to my neck. I felt his tongue flick against my collar bone. I shiver slightly. Who knew that was a sensitive spot? He reached behind me and unhooked my bra.

  Max’s hands cupped my breasts before his fingers pinched my nipples. He flicked his tongue back and forth against its hard tip before closing his mouth over my nipple and sucking hard. I could feel my panties becoming soaked from my arousal. I needed him inside me right now.

  I ran my fingers from his chest down to the waistband of his underwear. I pushed them down as far as I could with my hands, then Max shoved them off the rest of the way.

  I pushed him back onto the bed.

  I think I caught him by surprise.

  Good.

  I slowly kissed his lips before working my way down his neck. My hands traced his chest and the contours of his six pack stomach. I followed each touch of my hands with my lips and tongue.

  Max raked his fingers through my hair. He pulled it out of the way to watch my descent. I could hear his breath quicken in anticipation.

  My fingers slid over his cock. I still don’t know how he was able to fit it into me over and over again. I don’t mean just the length, but the girth was much larger than I have ever seen. I found myself slightly intimidated.

  I was going to give it my best shot, though.

  I glanced up at Max as I ran my tongue from base to tip. His sharp intake of air made me smile. I did the same thing again. Then I swirled my tongue around the head before taking him in my mouth. I tightened my lips around the head of his cock as I went down slowly.

  I knew there was no way I could go all the way down. You know I don’t deep throat. Gagging on a man’s dick is not an accomplishment! Even if he is hot as fuck.

  I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slowly licked the sides. I glanced up at Max. He was watching me through hooded eyes. He leaned his head back and moaned as I took him in my mouth again. I increased my pace and tightened my lips as I went up and down.

  Max’s grip tightened around my hair as he tried to hold me in place. He began thrusting his hips. The head of his cock touched my throat and I instantly gagged. I tried to pull back, but he was still holding me in place. I pushed against his thighs to let him know I needed to stop. A small part of me was worried he wouldn’t stop.

  To my surprise and relief, he lessened his hold and released me immediately. Max pulled my head back a little and I released his hard cock from my mouth. I raised up until I was face to face with him. His hands settled on my hips.

  “Sorry, baby. Your mouth felt so good I lost control for a little bit.” He kissed my lips gently.

  I can’t believe he apologized. I really appreciated that. Did he call me baby? Hmmm…probably his generic name for all the women he’s been with. I needed to stop letting my mind go down these crazy paths it tends to take.

  Max’s fingers curled around the edge of my panties and he slid them down from my hips to my legs. I moved away from his touch so I kick them off completely.

  I felt his right hand move from my hip down to my inner thighs. I parted my legs for him. He brushed his fingers upward and began to rub my tender mound. He became more aggressive and slid his fingers between the folds and began to rub my clit.

  It wasn’t the slow, gentleness of last night. Nope. It was clear he intended to make me come as quickly as possible.

  He rubbed my clit in small circles. Getting faster each second that passed. When he applied more pressure, I thought I was going to jump off the bed. He inserted one finger and began pumping it in and out. Then he inserted a second.

  Max kissed my lips, sweeping his tongue against mine. I moaned in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out faster.

  Fuck!

  I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. It felt fucking incredible!

  He pressed on my clit one more time with his thumb as he curled his fingers inside me. That sent me over the edge. I bucked against his hand while he continued to pump his fingers in and out.

  “Uuuh, yes! Don’t stop, Max. Yes! Yes!”

  Max leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against the tip before sucking on the entire nipple. He repeated the same thing with the other. Our
lips met again, but this time it was with increased urgency.

  I wanted him inside me now, and I knew he wanted the same thing. Max broke our kiss and reached over to a drawer in his night stand. He pulled out a condom and opened the wrapper.

  After he finished sliding it on, Max pulled me back on top of him. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed above his shoulders. I nipped at his lips. He grabbed both cheeks of my ass and pulled me against his awaiting erection. I raised myself up a little and guided his large, hard length inside me.

  I slowly lowered myself onto him. Taking him inside inch by inch. He was so big and I was still a little sore from before. Max reached up and pinched my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Shit! They were so sensitive.

  My whole body felt like a live wire.

  He reached up and grabbed the back of my head to kiss me. My body angled forward and it intensified the fullness I felt with him inside me.

  “Max.” I softly moaned his name.

  My hands pressed into the pillow on both sides of his head. I slowly started rocking my body up and down. Damn, he felt so good inside me.

  “Fuck, Becky. You feel so good.”

  Max gripped my hips and slightly picked me up then and pulled me back down on his cock. He did this a couple more times. Pulling me down harder each time. I could feel chills go up my arms. His hands gripped my ass again as he helped set the pace.

  Max sat up, bringing me with him. He spread my legs further apart. I just thought the sensations I felt before was intense. This was fucking off the charts!

  His lips came down on mine as he continued to guide me up and down. My legs were stretched open to their limits. I could feel them along with my arms begin tremble.

  What the hell? The sensations were more than I could take. I wanted to scream, but the only sounds coming from me were in the form of moans.

  “Yes, you can.” It was as though Max could read my mind. My mind said no more, but my body was somehow able to keep up with his demands.

  “Come for me.” He demanded in my ear.

  He barely got those words out when the most intense wave of pleasure I have ever experienced rippled across my body. I moved faster as he gripped my hips harder. Demanding more from me.