"What happened?" Max closed the door. "Where's Riley?"
"I don't know." I sat on the couch and closed my eyes. "He probably went home or back to the bar."
Max sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him and rested my head on him.
"He's like that guy back in college..."
"Wait a minute." Max looked into my eyes. "Tell me what happened."
I sniffled and began. "We danced for awhile. We left about an hour after you. Riley picked up a six-pack because he wanted to keep partying. I said I was tired and wanted to go home. I didn't realize he was driving in the wrong direction. He drove to some look-out lane..."
"Castle Rock?"
"Yes, Castle Rock. He parked and started drinking. The next thing I knew he was kissing me and...trying to...touch me." I didn't want to reveal that Riley had pushed his fingers inside me. I didn't want to admit how wet I had been. I didn't want to describe that hard cock or how it glistened in the moonlight.
"What did you do?"
"I slapped him and told him to stop, but he wouldn't. So I jumped out and started walking."
"In the woods?" Max's voice showed his disbelief.
"I was scared. When he tried to follow, I hid. He drove away. Fortunately, the highway patrol came by."
Max leaped to his feet and stormed toward the door.
"Where are you going?" The last thing I wanted was to be alone.
"To beat the living shit out of Riley Collins." His hand was on the door knob as I jumped from the couch.
"Max wait! Please don't pick a fight." I held his arm. "I don't know that he would have hurt me. Maybe it's just my hang-ups."
"Jamie, there's no excuse. The sonofabtich should have brought you home like you asked."
"Max please..." I slid my arms around his waist. "Don't leave me alone."
He peered into my eyes a moment before he took his hand off the door knob. "Jamie this isn't over."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" I smiled to let him know I was all right.
"Okay."
I moved in for a hug, and he held me. His mind ranged elsewhere, on Riley and revenge.
"Can I stay at your place tonight?" I asked.
"I can stay here if you like."
"No, I'm afraid Riley might come if he's drinking. I'd rather stay with you."
"Let the bastard come." He half smiled. "No, not tonight. Tomorrow is soon enough."
We walked arms around waists to his cabin. The moon was high, lighting our way. His television was on, and he turned it off. We stood awkwardly, not exactly sure of how to proceed.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I wanted to scrub the memories of Riley's hands from my body.
"Of course not. Come on. He didn't hurt you, right?"
"He didn't hurt me."
I followed as he started the water, adjusting the temperature before closing the shower door. "Here's a clean towel. Need anything else?"
"No, thanks..." I waited for him to leave before I locked the door. Then I stripped off my dress and panties. I stepped into the shower and melted under the heat. The evening had been a combination of highs and lows that had exhausted me. I was happy to be safe. I stood under the water for long minutes and then dried off. Suddenly, I realized I didn't have any clean clothes. I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door. Max was straightening out the bed.
"Do you have a shirt or something?"
"Sure." He opened a dresser drawer. "T-shirt?"
"Perfect." I walked over and picked out a long one. He turned his back so I could slip it over my head. The bottom that barely covered my butt. I hung up my towel in the bathroom as Max stood in the doorway.
"Want me to sleep on the couch?" he asked.
"No." I walked over to him. I smiled sheepishly. "Do you want me to sleep on the couch?"
He chuckled and touched my cheek. "No."
"This has been a crazy night, Max..."
"I know."
"I want you to hold me."
"Come on" He turned out the light and walked me to his bed. The full moon cast a romantic spell over the room. I crawled under the sheet as he slid off his clothes. He pulled me into his arms and held me close. I felt so safe. He brushed my hair away from my forehead and kissed it gently. I raised my face and met his kiss with my lips.
It started as a sweet kiss, soft and sensuous. Then it lingered and deepened, building energy until it exploded with passion. Neither of us pulled away. Our bodies yearned for more. Max rolled me on top of him while we kissed. He cupped my bare ass with his hands. I rubbed against his cock and relished its hardness. Moans and sighs filled the room as we teased and touched. He chuckled and I looked at him.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You're letting me use my hands."
"I know..." I, slid myself to a sitting position on top of him. "And I'm also going to let you make love to me."
"Are you sure...after all you've been through?"
I laid on top of him and kissed him deep. "Yes."
He rolled me over and pulled off my T-shirt, leaving me gasping as his lips traveled down my body. He sucked each nipple until it stood rigidly and ached for more. My whimpering continued with him licking and nibbling downward until he was poised between my legs. I died when he reached that magic zone. His tongue elated my clit and pussy lips, as it twirled inside the folds.
"Oh yes..." I moaned. "Right there. Oh God, that feels so good." I pressed my hips up for more. "Please don't stop. Yes, right there." I squirmed beneath his mouth, gradually coming closer and closer to orgasm. Max held my legs tight and buried himself deeper when he sensed my explosion. When I finally came, I screamed and shook beneath him, writhing to wring out the last drop of pleasure.
"Oh Max." He crawled into my arms. "Make love to me."
He opened a side drawer and dug around until he found a condom. "Thank God! I wasn't sure I had one." I grinned as he rolled it over his cock. He moved between my legs and kissed my breasts as he rubbed himself over my pussy lips.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him softly. "Yes... "
He pushed his cock inside and moaned as it slid through the moist opening. Determined to go slow, he used gentle strokes while kissing my lips and neck. I was surprised at how good he felt. I had slept with exactly two men before I had been raped. Sex hadn't felt this passionate with either of them.
"Oh God, fuck me, Max...it feels like heaven."
"Jamie..." Max called my name as he kissed my lips. He was still cautious as he pushed in deeper, lifting my legs and opening me wider.
"Oh yes... oh yes... deeper," I moaned. I suddenly became wild squirming and pressing for more of his cock. Some part of me hardly believed it was me in that bed, that this wanton, hormone driven woman could possibly be the frigid creature who had broken an engagement rather than have sex. I didn't let my mind examine what was happening. Under the microscope of reason, I might still freeze like a doe in the headlights. I knew it was better to let go, to let the passion and desire have their course.
Max smiled as he fucked me, pleased by my reaction to the experience.
"Oh!" I squealed, realizing that I was close to orgasm again. "Oh...right there...harder..."
He didn't hold back. He fucked me hard as I came all over his cock, surprised by my body and the intense feeling. The pulsing of my pussy proved too much for him, and he started to pump.
"Oh God, Jamie...I can't hold it..."
"Fuck me, Max..." I cried. "Come inside of me."
He buried his head in my neck and lunged his cock deep, groaning with each thrust as he came. Neither of us wanted to stop the pleasure. Even as we slowed and held each other, the passion welled so intense that I could have made love to him all night. Our kissing resumed, this time mixed with smiles and giggles, moans and sighs.
"That was great..." I cooed.
"It's kind of hard to believe that you were afraid of sex."
I laughed and snuggled closer. "You've cured me."
"The guinea pig wins again," teased Max.
"You're certainly no guinea pig."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that was not an experiment...at least not for me."
"What was it?" His voice was timid, as if afraid to know the truth.
"I did it because I feel safe with you, and because I'm attracted to you."
"Attracted to a pig?" he teased.
"Oh stop!" I tickled him, and it started a wrestling match. By the time we stopped, Max had me pinned. His handsome face smiled down. He looked at me for the longest time and then sighed.
"I'm headed for trouble with you, Jamie."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to fall in love with you, and you're going to leave for New York."
I searched his eyes. He told the truth. But it was a two-way street. I was heading in the same direction.
"Let's not think about that, okay?" He kissed my chin. "This has been a crazy day. I want to end it on an up note."
"You want to scream again?" teased Max.
"Hmm...have any more condoms in that drawer?"
Max laughed and released me. He turned on his lamp and opened the side drawer. "Looks like we got lucky only once."
"Just my luck," I laughed. "Now that I want sex, there are no condoms."
"I'll go buy a month's supply tomorrow." Max headed toward the bathroom. "Ought to take care of us for a few days."
I chuckled and rolled onto my tummy. My body felt great. Every nerve ending tingled. I felt loved. When Max returned, he snuggled behind me and kissed my shoulder.
"Good night, Babe..."
"Night, Max....thanks for everything."
"I'm the one that should be saying thanks."
I yawned. "Well, we can argue that point in the morning."
Max chuckled and relaxed. I was suddenly exhausted. Even the reoccurring thought of Max's deepening love wasn't enough to keep me awake.
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