I bend my knees, stroke her dripping pussy with the head of my shaft before diving in and nailing her to the wall. Her chest is pressed into it, face turned, eyes closed, lips moaning, “Yes, oh God, yes Max, I’ve missed this!”
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before. I fuck her like I’m branding her as mine. And because getting her off turns me on, it’s her moans, her shivers, her trembling cries that steer the ride. “You want that guy?”
“No! I want this!”
Her pussy is heaven. So tight, stretched around me, throbbing. She starts to cum but I’m not there yet. I’m too fucking angry. “I’m not letting you get off just once.”
Yanking Natalie from the wall I hold her in front of me, impaled on my hungry cock. She hooks her ankles around the backs of my knees and lets me pull her up and down on my shaft, her moans pitching higher as we fuck. I take a step closer to the wall and she slams one hand on it for balance, grabbing my forearm with the other, pressing her ass down harder each time I ram her.
“You’re so hard, Max,” she whimpers, trembling.
I growl and hiss my climax to heel. But it won’t listen to me. As her hot little pussy clamps down on a fresh round of spasms, I snarl, “Fuck, yes, give it to me. Cum for me again.” She moans and tenses up, writhing, clawing the wall. I can’t hold back even though I want to. She’s too fucking sexy, but I’ve got visions of A.J. lasting all night.
I hiss, “Dammit!” trying to hold back the pressure that the chaste weeks have put on my desire for her. Always aching to touch her. Never letting myself. The whole time he’s been in the next room while she sleeps. I fucking hate the guy.
I wince, throw my head back and let loose. Natalie’s breathing is rough and sexy as she looks at me over her shoulder. A beautiful wince is on her, and I memorize it without meaning to. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I know that now.
I’m doomed.
CHAPTER 18
M AX
L ying on her bed she says, “That feels good, Max,” as I caress the lines on Natalie’s relaxed palm.
“I like your hands. Soft, but strong.” My eyes slide up to her soft lips, and linger there. “You ready to get to business?”
Her light brown eyes shimmer on a subtle, “Okay, fine. Let’s work.”
“Fine,” I chuckle and kiss her palm before gathering my abandoned clothing. She snaps her bra into place, eyes on me as she stifles a smile.
“You really hate that I have a male roommate.”
“Not bothered by it at all.”
“Bullshit,” she chuckles pulling on her sweater. “But I like how you worked out that jealousy.”
“Wasn’t jealous.”
Sliding her black jeans on she cocks her head, hair messy in the best way. “Remember how when we were interviewing all those actors and you told me about your sister Lexi, and how she lies?”
“Yeah.”
“Runs in the family.”
I chuckle and acquiesce, “Okay I might have been a little jealous.”
“Are you still?”
While I slide into my shoes I shrug my shirt into place and tell her, “Not right this second but when I leave you and go home, and night comes and he’s here and I’m not, then probably, since you’re making me be honest.”
Thinking about it, Natalie sits on her bed and tugs her fuzzy socks into place. “We said we wouldn’t get involved.”
“We did.”
Her eyes are a mess of emotions as she looks at me. “Are we sticking to that?”
Dragging a hand through my unruly hair I honestly say, “I don’t know what we’re doing, Natalie.”
Standing up and buttoning her jeans she sighs, “Can we be sure of one thing? Because I’m really trying to keep it together here.”
I step closer to her, unhappy with the worry in her eyes. “What do you need from me?”
“Let’s just make this film the best we can, okay? I need this to work. I need it to mean something.”
Gently lifting her chin with my forefinger I brush our lips together and murmur, “Deal. I want that, too. I also can’t keep my hands off you.”
She searches me and it occurs to me she’s about to shoot me down, or that wall is going to fly up.
My stomach tenses as I prepare myself.
“I’m having trouble not touching you, too.”
A smile spreads on my face. “Yeah? I’m not alone in this attraction?”
She rolls her eyes with a lopsided grin. “Were you alone in that hot sex just now?”
“Nope.”
Tilting her head for a kiss she echoes, “Nope.”
“He coming back soon?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
She makes a funny noise and heads for the door. “Let’s get some work done.”
Chewing my cheek I nod, walking past the photos in the hall and wondering if he took them. This sucks so bad. But there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Not sure how to handle my feelings. It’s a normal reaction to be jealous of another guy, but this was more than that.
Pointing to the couch I ask, “You want to sit on your throne over there or is this good?”
She stares at the chair. “It does look like a throne doesn’t it?”
“Purple, back almost reaches the ceiling. Pretty royal.”
“It was an impulse buy. I saw it on a website and my inner queen had to have it. But it’s not very comfortable. Let’s do the couch. This is better.” She sits cross-legged and reaches for her notepad. “I wrote down everything I thought related to what you’ll need. By hand. Retro, huh?”
“Okay. Lay it on me.”
Thumbing through pages of messy scrawl she explains, “Food trucks are cheaper than actual catering because you can schedule them to come to your location and they can serve other people in that neighborhood, too. Not just your crew and cast. So they’ll charge you less with the free advertising it’s giving them. Especially being connected to a film, no
