"Damn, did you already come?" he asks between licks. "You're so wet."
I can barely get words out. "No. Just really fucking horny."
Another surprise comes when he starts licking from my clit up to my asshole where he spends plenty of time. If it didn't feel so amazing, I might've been apprehensive. Once he's had his fill, he fingers my pussy.
"I need you inside me," I tell him.
He removes his fingers and pushes into me with in one long, fluid motion. I roll my hips until he's hitting that magical soft spot deep inside where all the fun happens. His steady movements, at the perfect angle, hitting that lovely spot, make me ecstatic to the point where I almost laugh. Not usually the reaction someone wants to hear when they're having sex with their partner, so I make sure not to let it out, but the giggle is there, hidden by my moans. This feeling of him inside me, the pleasure it brings, makes me … happy-giddy, even. Wild.
"Fuck my ass," I tell him.
His thrusts slow, then stop.
I don't know where the words came from. They just sort of fell off my tongue before I realized what I was saying. But once I've said them, I know it's exactly what I want. I crave the pain, the full feeling. I want to experience him in every way.
"Are you sure?" he says, seeming apprehensive even though I can hear the lust and want in his voice. The way he massages my ass cheeks with rough hands tells me he's doing everything he can to hold back until I give the final word.
"I want it," I tell him.
He goes into one of his drawers and comes out with a bottle of lube. He puts a generous amount into the palm of his hand and rubs it on both of us. My body is relaxed and pliable. I'm so turned on right now I don't think I'm even capable of pain at this point. Plus, the glass of champagne from the art show helped loosen me up a bit.
Two of his finger are in now and it's exactly what I wanted. I let out a low, long moan and lay my head on his pillow with my ass in the air, ready for him. Then I feel the head of his cock at that forbidden entrance. It's so big compared to his fingers, that I get a little nervous. I slow my breaths and try to relax further. I can take it. I'm ready.
He pushes the head in and I gasp as my body grows used to this much more formidable guest.
Max rubs my hair, my back in soothing motions. "You okay?" he asks.
I rock into him, pushing him further into me. "I'm amazing," I say with a dreamy quality in my voice that makes me sound almost drunk on pleasure.
He pushes further into me still, slow and steady until he's all the way in. Pausing to let my body adjust, and for me to catch my breath, he says, "Do you still want it?"
"More than anything."
With that he starts to work himself in and out. Slow at first, but quickly building speed. I don't even have to touch my clit to stand on the edge of climaxing. I'm not sure if anal alone will get me there, but it feels incredible and I'm in no hurry to get to the end.
This is the noisiest I've heard him during sex yet. He's making these deep, masculine sounds in the back of his throat that sound primitive, full of lust and pure testosterone. The sound of his muscular hips slapping against me turns me on even more. Knowing he's watching himself enter me from behind, watching my ass jiggle with each thrust, makes me wish there was a mirror nearby so I can watch it too. I can tell by his reaction that it's sexy as hell and he's really turned on.
Suddenly he's grabbing my hips and pounding into me like he's trying to drill into my core. He plunges two fingers into my dripping pussy, double penetrating me. I scream and instantly come. He's coming too.
When he's done he pulls out and collapses on the bed. He looks at me, his eyes still full of want. "That was incredible," he says. "You have a stellar ass."
I laugh, breathless.
"How about a shower?" he says.
"That sounds great."
We have sex again in the shower, and again when we get back into his bed. He has more stamina than I thought was possible. When we're done, I'm sore and can barely move, but it's getting late so I get up to grab my clothes.
He sits up and takes me by the hand. "Stay the night," he says.
Stay the night? That's a big step … at least I think it is. I refuse to read into it. Maybe he just doesn't feel up to driving me home tonight. After that marathon, I don't blame him.
"Okay," I say.
We curl up together. He wraps his arms around me and we stay that way the entire night.
6
These flings of ours go on non-stop for two weeks. We spend all our time together. Whenever I'm not working, I'm with him, either at his shop or in his loft. I even meet his friends. It was awkward, to say the least. When he introduced me, he turned and looked at me as if I had all the answers. I had no idea what to say, so to be safe, I said, "friend." He lifted an eyebrow and I shrugged. What did he expect? "Hi, I'm Fiona, Max's fuck-buddy?" Neither of us brought it up after that. The whole thing was very confusing.
It takes me those entire two weeks to finish the audio book. I feel bad for putting it off so long and not getting to the other envelopes from Kia's bucket list.
Instead of going to Max's after work like I've been doing lately, I go home and grab the box of envelopes from my night stand. Keeping up with tradition, I take my glass and a bottle of wine and head for the porch.
It's windy out today, and a bit cold. It's an overcast sky and it smells like there might be rain coming. I love that smell. I bundle up in the blanket I brought out with me and prop my feet up on the chair opposite of me and read the third envelope.
Envelope #3:
Dear Fiona,
Did you love the book? I knew you would. Ready for #3? I'm not sure you are since you scare easily. Remember as kids, how we used to always talk about doing that terrifying ghost tour in Savannah, Georgia someday? Well, someday is now. I know you can do this. You're braver than you think you are. Now, go prove me right. No time to waste!
Love always,
Kia
I put the card down. I'd forgotten all about the tour we'd been talking about since we were kids. I can't even remember what was on the tour, so I grab my phone and Google it. The tour stops at ten different locations: Abercorn Street where it's supposed to be haunted by a little girl who died of dehydration from a punishment doled out by her relentless father, and three sisters who were murdered there while on vacation from Florida. Just thinking about it gives me chills and reminds me why I was so excited to go on the tour as a kid. I was the chicken out of me and Kia, but for some reason, I loved to be scared, loved the rush and the adrenaline-as long as it was from the safety of my own couch, of course. But I wanted more than that. I wanted a real fright, hence the tour.
The next stops on the tour are the Bonaventure Cemetery, Calhoun Square, the Olde Candler Hospital Morgue Tunnel (that gives me the creeps by the name alone), then Sorrel-Weed house-the most popular on the list. There are a few other stops on the tour and all of them ring vague bells from discussions Kia and I had years ago.
Kia and I had the whole adventure planned but somehow, life just kept getting in the way and we never went. The tour takes a day or two, plus the drive. I'll be there at least a week. Going alone doesn't sound like much fun though, but I can't ask Max to drop everything and go with me. I saw his schedule and it's packed. It's bad enough that he's been pushing clients to the side just to hang out with me. I could wait, I suppose, but I already feel really guilty about neglecting Kia's bucket list to spend all my time with Max. I need to do this for her.
I look at the box of envelopes. What if more of them involve traveling? Though I have a ton of vacation time saved up that I haven't used, I can't just leave work on short notice every time Kia has a task for me. Kia knows I'm a planner. She'll understand if I read ahead.
I look at the box of envelopes on the table and pull on my bottom lip. What should I do? Should I cheat and open more, or do as the instructions say?
"Kia, why do you do this to me?" I say.
I feel like she's fucking with me from the grave. That would be so her. I bet if she could see me right now, she'd be laughing. It makes me smile to think so. Why would she be any different in death than she was in life?
With a deep, unsure breath, I open envelope #4
Dear Fiona,
You couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to read ahead.
I look around as if waiting to see an apparition of her. My heart hammers in my chest. How the hell did she know I would read ahead? I look back down at the envelope and keep reading.
I'm sure you're wondering how I knew you would read ahead …
Oh, my god. This is getting creepy.
It's because you're my best friend and I know you better than anyone. I knew you couldn't just let it be, and go live your life like a wild and free person because you are too respectful of others and I love you for it. Go ahead and read the rest of the envelopes-except for the last one. DON'T read that one yet. I promise you it's not another call to adventure.