I caged her against the wall, shafting against her, exploring every inch of her body with work-roughened hands on her smooth skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” My words slid against the skin between her breasts, and she hissed in a moan, hiking her leg up and over my ass.
The doors opened into her hallway.
Backing off with my nostrils flaring, my dick rearing, I compelled her after me.
“In a hurry, Max?”
“You could say that.” Trying to calm down before I came all over her thighs, I clasped a hand around hers and drew her into the kitchen.
“Food. Water. Pills.”
“Don’t be a killjoy.” She arched a challenging eyebrow at me.
“I can fuck you harder later if I know you’re taken care of now.” My cock was one long pulsing rod in my shorts and had been practically all day.
I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
Stalking to the fridge, I hoped the icy blast of air would cool me down. I hustled, making a couple thick sandwiches while Shy popped the caps off two bottles of Schlitz. Our running joke about cheap alcohol when I came from a bourbon dynasty and was about to open my own brewery.
We sat at the table, across from each other, and I watched Shy dig in. I’d cut up a variety of fresh fruit, too, stupidly nearsighted about what the sight of Shy pushing a dripping section of peach between her luscious lips was gonna do to my appetite.
My other appetite.
If I watched her lick and bite one more piece of ripe red strawberry . . . Game. Over.
Then—of fucking course—she held the final gushing slice of fleshy peach against her lips, and a drop of shiny liquid drizzled down into her cleavage.
“Oops.” Using a fingertip, she slowly trailed along the line of juice then popped her finger between her lips. “I made a mess.”
Speechless, I was about to make a mess in my shorts.
I hadn’t even touched my food. I sat with my sandwich still on my plate and my beer halted halfway to my mouth.
My eyes bugging out of my head, I almost coughed beer out of my mouth. “I’m gonna go rinse off.”
“Don’t you need to eat too?”
“Yeah. You. Later.”
****
Shy wasn’t in the bedroom.
She wasn’t in the kitchen.
With my hips swathed in a towel, I padded around the place and finally located her on the balcony.
Wearing goddamn fucking hot panties, and from the looks of it she was otherwise totally naked on top beneath the sheer floaty shirt thing clinging to her body.
She leaned against the railing, watching me approach, a beer bottle dangling from her fingers and a sexy expression making her lips pout even more.
“Jesus.” I rubbed a hand over my mouth.
Of course the front of my damn towel went circus tent proportions.
I cleared my throat while Shy watched with a lingering smirk.
Stopping a couple steps away from her, I had to clear my goddamn throat again.
Needed to clear my eyes of the incredible vision of her, too.
“I don’t want to rush you if you’re not ready for this, Shy. Not after what you went through.” Yeah. All that throat clearing didn’t due a damn fucking thing. My voice still came out hoarse and deeply low.
“Really, Maxwell Rush?” Dipping two fingers into the top of my towel, she yanked me closer. “I’m ready. And I think I know how this should start.”
Before I could even gulp, she found the part in the towel and moved her hand up to circle the full girth of my cock.
I almost blacked out from pleasure.
Almost fell over when she started a long, slow, twisting stroke.
“Oh, really?” I choked out.
With her other hand, Shy pulled me down so my ear was at her mouth.
Her fingertip flicked the swollen head of my cock.
“You promised to jerk off for me, Handsome.”
Guuuuhhhh-fuuuuuck.
Even more blood roared to my shaft, and it flexed in her tight fist.
I nodded. Speech was impossible.
The woman literally had me by the balls.
“Sound like a plan?” she asked.
Nod yesyesyes.
“I’ll just make myself comfortable.” After whipping the towel off me, she eased down to a cushioned sun-lounger, the evening light casting an orange glow across her barely veiled body. “Why don’t you sit right over there?”
Her eyes never strayed from my super-charged dick as she pointed to the seat across from her.
I glanced around the private balcony just once before doing as she ordered.
Fuck it.
I needed to get off, and if this was Shy’s idea of easing back into sex, I’d fucking pull my cock out in public for her.
Like I had a choice.
My dick was in charge.
And Shy—apparently—was in charge of said dick.
Opening my legs, I leaned slightly back.
My cock jutted up like a big meaty pole of flesh from the nest of pubes at my groin.
Precome already pumped out, sliding down the thick rod.
My heavy balls goddamn ached.
So ready to bang her.
Shy hissed in a breath when I wrapped my fingers around my dick.
A low deep groan escaped from my chest.
Starting slow, I pulled my hand up to the swelling head, squeezing hard until the dark broad tip spat out more clear jizz.