Tempting Fate

"Need some help, Scarlett?"

"Nope." I flex my arms as I cross the floor. "I promised you a dessert to die for," I say as I place the treats on the coffee table. "And I always deliver." I take off my heels and settle myself down on the couch. "Come sit. I'll make you a brownie sundae."

Max takes a seat. He rests his arm over the back of the couch and crosses his ankles, taking an open but relaxed position next to me. I cross my legs underneath me and cut thick squares of brownie and put them in the bowls. I add hot fudge and then quickly get up from the couch.

"Where are you going with my sundae?" Max calls after me.

"I'm heating them up in the microwave," I yell back as I punch in the numbers. "And it's not a sundae yet." After thirty seconds for each bowl, I come back and give one to Max. I take a big scoop of ice cream and plop it on top of the brownie for Max then add a scoop to mine. "Bon appetite." I take a taste and let the cream, coffee, and hot chocolate flavors blend in my mouth. I lean my head back and moan as I take a second spoonful. Once I swallow, I open my eyes and see Max staring at me, spoon dangling from his mouth. "What," I say defensively and take another big bite. "I like dessert."

Max laughs and takes a scoop of the sundae. He motions with his finger for me to come to him so I put my own bowl down and do as he commands. I crawl across the sofa and straddle his lap. "Open up," he says in a gruff voice. I close my eyes and open my mouth, letting him deliver me the sweet treat. I smile as I chew and then I feel Max's lips on mine. I open my eyes and we pull away from each other long enough for me to swallow and for Max to reach around me to put the bowl down on the coffee table.

I take his face in my hands and this time I don't hold back. My tongue is in his mouth, his teeth bite my lips, I grip his face and his palms move aggressively over my ass and thighs. I can feel him getting hard as I grind myself down on his lap. His hands move up my back and under my shirt and my skin prickles with goose bumps.

"You're really good at that," I whisper in his ear as I nip at the lobe.

"Good at what?"

"Good at turning me on."

I feel a guttural noise rise in his chest and he squeezes my ass. "Ditto."

I start kissing down his neck and body as I slide down onto the floor in front of him. I undo the buttons of his pants and watch Max lie his head back against the couch. The zipper slides down easy and I rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers, teasing him. Max's breathing picks up and he runs his hands up my arms as I blow hot breath over his package. I slip my finger under the waist band of his boxer and move it across his lower stomach. When I feel like I've teased him enough, I let his cock free. It's just as I remembered: long and thick, sticking straight up with trimmed hair around it, balls full and hanging below. "Like what you see," Max asks me as I stare. I look back up at him and wink before I start pleasuring him.

I lick his penis, from base to tip, on every side. I go slow, allowing my tongue to feel every ridge of flesh and make sure Max is sufficiently teased. I flick my tongue over the head of his cock and his hands tighten around my shoulders. "Fuck," he moans when I finally take as much of him as I can in my mouth. My motions are patient but fluid and I use my hand to stroke the base of his shaft while I suck on the tip. Max slides his fingers up my neck and into my hair. He twists and pulls my hair but he doesn't start to face fuck me, which I am glad for.

"Scarlett, you really need to stop," Max says after a few minutes. "You're going to make me come and the night's only just beginning."

I sit back on my heels but continue to move my fist up and down his shaft. "What did you have in mind?"

He stands up from the couch and takes my hands to pull me up from the ground. "Bedroom. Now." I lead him through the kitchen and into my room. There is a queen size bed in the middle with two white tables on either side. The bed is set on a stainless steel frame, with a shiny headboard made of steel bars. The comforter is navy blue, to off-set the white dressers and the steel accents. The room is clean and neat because I cleaned it before I left, just in case.

I turn to face Max but back away from him until my legs bump the bed. He comes forward to me and pushes me down. He is towering over me, his shirt half unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, and his pants hanging low on his hips. He tugs at his tie and it comes off but he holds onto it. He leans down over me and I scoot up onto the bed. He follows my movements up onto the pillows and I start to giggle. "What's so funny?" Max gives me a wicked smile that makes my body light on fire.

"I don't know," I say as I chew my lip. "You're very serious all of a sudden."

Max runs his thumb over the bottom lip I was just biting. "I take getting and giving pleasure very seriously." I start to bite down again but Max does it for me, claiming my mouth as his. I arch my back against him and I reach for his cock but he pulls my arms above my head, one at a time until he is holding both against the head board. He takes the tie in his free hand and rubs it over my arms.

"What are you going to do with that?"

"I'm going to tie your arms to these bars here," Max says as he starts to wrap the tie around my wrists. "That way, you have no choice but to let me have my way with you." An audible sound of pleasure escapes my throat and makes Max smile wickedly. Once my wrists are secure, Max steps off the bed and looks down at me with a heat in his eyes that makes me squirm. "Now, we are going to have to do something about these clothes."

I'm still wearing my jeans and the sequin tank top is on but it is shoved up around my ribs. Max stretches out and undoes the button on my jeans. He trails his finger down my skin as he pulls the zipper and goose bumps spread over my abdomen. He hooks his fingers in the belt loops and pulls, peeling the denim from my legs, inch by inch. I close my eyes and I feel his palms move up my legs, over my thighs and across my stomach. As his hands move higher, he takes my blouse with them, revealing the black and teal lace bra that matches the panties I'm wearing. He tugs the shirt up over my face but leaves it there, covering my eyes. "Just relax," Max whispers in my ear as he tucks it tight behind my head. "Let me take care of you." I cannot find the words to speak so I just nod. Normally, I am in control and take charge but I give in and let Max control me, dominate me, please me.

He starts by kissing lips, my cheeks, my ears and my neck. While his hands kneed my breasts, he licks down my clavicle, swirling his tongue over my cool skin. One of his hands slides under my back and unclips the bra, letting the girls free. He tucks the bra up above my heads and my nipples harden instantly. I inhale sharply as Max takes one dark nipple in his mouth and pinches the other between thumb and forefinger. I can feel his stubble on the soft underside of my breasts and it tickles me in a very erotic way. With every touch, every taste of me, I can feel myself getting wetter and more aroused. Max must be able to sense it too because he starts moving lower, kissing down my body, hands grasping my hips, face nuzzling against my mound. He breaths on me and I thrust my hips forward but he holds me down with a firm hand on my stomach. When I stop moving, I feel my panties being pulled down my legs and then I hear them fall on the floor.

Then everything stops. There is silence for five, ten, fifteen seconds and my mind is racing. "Max," I say tentatively. "Are you still there?"

"I'm still here," he responds. His voice sounds far away, as if he's across the room while he's talking. "I'm just looking at your gorgeous body." I feel so exposed, naked and tied to my own bed with Max eye fucking me from somewhere in the room. Being this vulnerable is unnerving but it turns me on like I cannot even describe.

"Tell me." I spread my legs a little bit wider and pull on the head board.

"Tell you what?" Max's voice is closer now.

"Tell me about my body. Tell me what you want to do to me. Tell me."

"Well, like I already said, I think you're gorgeous." My face flushes when he calls me 'gorgeous'. "Your arms are strong and your muscles flex every time you pull on the tie. Your lips are plump and when you bite it, it makes my cock ache. Your tits are round, a perfect handful, with really dark nipples. I like that. Your abs are firm but you don't have a six pack, which I like because it shows strength but femininity. Now what to say about that pussy..." I feel the bed shift under his weight and dip down between my legs. He puts his hands on the insides of my thighs and pushes them apart, exposing me totally. "These smooth lips," he says as he strokes them with his thumbs. "They're so soft and pink. And inside," he parts me with his fingers and I inhale sharply. "There it is. That little pink nub." He brushes my clit with the pad of his thumb and I almost scream.

Max pulls my hips forward and I feel my pussy touch his lips. "Do you think you've been teased enough, Scarlett?" I nod my head but Max does nothing. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes," I moan. I feel Max's finger slide between my lips and he rubs them with my juices but doesn't enter me. "Max," I say as I writhe under his touch. "Please."

Max closes his mouth over my mound and slips a finger into my wet opening. I cry out and pull against the restraints as he slowly moves his tongue over my pussy and his fingers in and out of me. I let my mind go blank and enjoy the sensations on my body: the softness of the duvet rubbing against my bare back, Max's rough hand on my abdomen while the other plunges deep into me, his tongue making me see stars as he swirls it over my clit.

My heart is beating so fast. The rise and fall of my chest increases as I feel the orgasm building inside me but Max stops. I cry out a sound of disappointment but Max starts kissing up my belly, across my chest, and back to my mouth. I can taste myself on him and feel the weight of his body over mine. He pulls the shirt off my face and I squint at the initial shock of light. "Open your eyes," he coos as I blink. "I want you to watch while I fuck you." Max gets off the bed and walks across the room. When my eyes finally adjust to the light, I raise my head and stare in awe at the sight of him.

He is standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his thick cock with one hand and holding a condom in the other. I let my eyes wander over his naked body, seeing it fully for the first time. I notice his gaze, dark with lust, his body is broad and strong and his chest is covered with light hair. His arms are thick with muscle and he has a half sleeve of tribal tattoos that come up and fan over his right shoulder and pectoral. His legs are long and muscular but I notice a small scar above his left knee. I hear the foil packet rip open and my eyes come back up as Max rolls the condom down his shaft. He kneels down on the bed between my legs, stroking my inner thighs as his cock stands ready to enter me.

His hands clamp around my ankles. "Put your feet on my shoulders," he says as he starts to lift my legs. I rest my heels on his wide shoulders and my pussy is level with his cock. My legs are together and it feels so tight as Max slowly pushes into me. My pussy is so wet that he slides right in.

"Fuck me," I whisper and roll my head back in ecstasy.

He thrusts gently but deeply as he runs his hands up and down my legs. I try to lower my ankles and spread myself wider to get a deeper penetration but he holds them firmly in place. "No, I want to tease you until you're begging me to let you come." He leans slightly forward, changing the angle of his hips and my pelvis so I can feel his cock hitting my G-spot. I scream out as the pleasure starts to build again. "Does that feel good?" I look up at Max and see the passion in his eyes as he brings me close to edge, yet again. All I can do is nod my head in response.

I clamp my ankles around Max's neck, preparing myself for the earth shattering orgasm I know is coming, but Max stops his motions. My eyes fly open as Max pulls out and drops my legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" I pull hard on the restraints and arch my back in agony. He climbs up takes my face in one of his hands and kisses me. It's hard and rough and I come undone, like I do at every touch from Max. I am so lost that I don't even notice my hands are now untied and Max is pulling me up into a sitting position.

I realize what is happening and open my eyes. Max moves behind me, all the while kissing my neck and stroking my nipples, keeping me extremely aroused. "Bend over," he commands and I do as he says. I get down on my hands and knees and Max pulls me toward his lap. He enters me but doesn't thrust or make any motions. Instead, he rubs my ass in small circles and massages my flesh. I know what he wants and I want it too. "Spank me," I say as I fist my hands in the comforter. "Spank me hard, Max." Max's makes a noise deep in his throat and brings his hand down hard on my bare skin. It stings and a dull ache spreads across my muscle, an arousing mixture of pain and pleasure. It makes me so hot for him and I cry out every time his palm meets flesh.

"Lean back," he tells me after a few good slaps. I come up on my knees and Max holds me to his chest while he starts to fuck me. His hands roam over my breasts, pinching my nipples and kissing my neck while his cock slides in and out. I move his hands lower down my body until his long fingers find my clit.

"Do you want to come, Scarlett?" Max licks my ear lobes as he taps my clit.

"Fuck yes," I breathe and start to touch my own tits. "Can I come, Max? I want to come for you."

"Yes," he says. With that one word, I come undone. My body shakes and I scream loud, not caring if the neighbors hear me. Max has one hand working my clit and the other is wrapped around my body, stopping me from collapsing on the bed. "Shit," Max says as he bites down onto my shoulder and comes just as hard as I am.

After a minute of body rocking pleasure, I go limp and Max lies me down gently on the bed. He kisses my forehead and gets up to throw the condom away. When he comes back, he lies down on the pillows and pulls me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and tangle my legs with his. Max strokes my back and twists his fingers in my hair.

We lay like that for several minutes, breathing together in post coital bliss. "That was amazing," I finally say with a sigh. "How did I even find you?"

Max kisses the back of my head and tightens his arm around my shoulders. "I don't know, but you said you believed in fate." I can hear the smile in Max's voice without turning to look at him.

"You're right, I do believe in fate."

"You know what's funny?" Max asks. He moves up to a sitting position and I roll over onto my back. "I actually live a few houses down the street from you."

I sit up and stare at Max. "What!? How did I not notice a stud like you with an awesome dog living in my neighborhood the last few months?"

Max laughs. "I don't know, opposite schedules I guess."

I grab a pillow and hit him with it. I try to take a second swing but he blocks it, throws the pillow down and gets on top of me. He has a wicked look in his eye but my laughter softens it. "Well," Max starts as he pulls a feather out of my hair. "If this isn't a sign of fate, I don't know what is."