Spice. Scarlet Smith
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now they’ve filed some stupid bloody …’ Max trailed off; he seemed to have finally noticed her existence.
Jess smiled and sat up, letting her wrap drop open, to better show off her cleavage.
Max sat up. ‘You look … great.’
‘Glad you noticed.’
‘You always look great. But don’t you normally have more clothes on when I come home?’
Jess stood and undid her wrap fully.
‘Is it my birthday?’ Max stood up and moved towards her. He cupped her backside in his hands and kissed her deeply. ‘Now my day feels better.’ He moved his mouth to her neck, kissed her soft skin and ran his hands across her bare stomach.
Jess moaned slightly as she loosened his tie. She eased away. ‘I had a plan for you tonight.’
‘Like what?’ Max pulled her closer and caressed her nipples through the lace of the bra.
‘Like me being in charge,’ she said, taking a step back.
‘I don’t mind that,’ he said and reached for her again.
Part of her just wanted to let him ravish her. Her nipples were erect and she was wet. What better way to finish this end-of-the-day greeting than by letting him lower her onto the sofa?
‘So. What. Are. You. Planning. To. Do. To. Me?’ Max asked, punctuating each word with a kiss, before slipping his tongue into her ear.
Jess felt her knees loosen and dropped onto the sofa. Max moved on top of her, his weight upon her, kissing her mouth, his tongue pushing against hers. She wriggled out from underneath him, getting her breath back. ‘I was meant to be treating you tonight, not the other way around.’
Max held his hands up in surrender. ‘Fine by me.’
Sitting back on the sofa, his tie loose and his hair tousled, he looked gorgeous. He always did. He was six feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, and was slim, fit and well muscled.
Jess reached for his belt. As she started unbuckling it, he seemed to figure out what her plan was and closed his eyes.
‘One sec,’ Jess said, and reached to the table for his wine. ‘There –’ she passed it to him ‘– now you’re ready.’
Max took a sip. ‘Go for it.’
Jess undid his trousers. Max lifted himself up so she could pull them down. She left his trunk-style pants on and pulled off his shoes and trousers. ‘Socks off,’ she murmured, pulling them off and then stroking back up his legs and across his thighs. Immediately she could see how happy he was that she was taking charge; the bulge in his trunks strained against the material. She knelt in front of him and leaned in, kissed his legs and thighs and caressed his balls through the fabric.
Max groaned, sinking lower down the sofa as her tongue slipped under his trunks. ‘Take them off.’ His voice was gruff, full of longing. He lifted his bum off the sofa so she could pull his trunks all the way down. His cock sprang up and she caught it in her grasp and moved her hand up and down, letting the tip of him touch her lips after each stroke. She moved her mouth down his length as far as his balls, licked them gently, then took them into her mouth. Max’s fingers curled in her hair in encouragement.
Jess licked Max’s cock some more, then took the top half inside her mouth. Her hands played with his balls while she sucked on his length, softly and then harder, soft and hard, building a rhythm.
Max’s mouth hung open. He looked drunk, eyelids heavy. He reached down, slipped his fingers inside her bra and played with her nipples while she sucked him harder and harder and deeper and deeper.
When she eventually pulled back she unfastened her bra. Max groaned at the sight of her chest. Jess leaned down, caressing his cock with her breasts, rubbing them back and forth across him and then squeezing his length inside her cleavage. She lowered her chin, took the tip of him in her mouth and licked faster and faster.
Max cupped her breasts, writhing, and she took all of him in her mouth again, sucking hard until she felt his whole body stiffen. When he came inside her mouth, she continued to suck gently until he’d softened.
‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’
Jess grinned.
She reached for her bra and Max put his arm up to stop her. He pulled her towards his chest and started kissing her again, his hands on her bottom, pushing the lace aside and caressing her skin, before flipping her round so that she was lying on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked her nipples, let his hand creep down and dipped a finger into her sex. He kissed down her body, her stomach, her thighs and then through her knickers. Then he tongued her pussy through the fabric of her knickers until Jess was writhing, her body desperate for release.
Off came her knickers, then Max resumed licking her, this time with a finger inside her. He reached up with his other hand to play with Jess’s nipples. Her orgasm built, her pussy pulsed.
When Max slowed down to circle her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, the shuddering release of her second climax of the day came urgently.
Afterwards they lay together on the sofa. Jess trailed a finger across Max’s chest. ‘So I could ask you anything?’
‘Yeah. Anything.’ Max kissed her hair.
Jess climbed over him. ‘Don’t move.’
Max groaned. ‘Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. What have I agreed to here?’
Jess grinned. ‘You said “anything”.’
‘Right …’ Max said.
Jess came back with her wrap and the sex list. She covered herself up and passed the list to Max, who sat up, looking concerned. ‘What’s this?’
‘OK, so this is my new assignment from Leyla. It’s a blog piece.’
‘About these people and the weird sex stuff they do?’ Max passed the list back.
Jess shook her head. ‘Not quite.’
Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, ‘What then?’
Jess snuggled closer. ‘Well, I, we, sort of … have to do it too.’
Max snatched the list back. ‘What? You want to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That people I know might read? No chance. Swinging? Dogging? Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn’t she bloody doing it?’
Jess took the list. ‘OK, chill. They’re not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I write that we didn’t do it and why.’
‘Great! So then my friends can take the piss because I wasn’t up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess.’
‘Some of it we’ve already done.’
‘What? Sex clubs and swinging?’
‘No, like role-play and sex toys.’
‘I don’t like this, Jess. I’ve had a shit day. I’m in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to pee all over you so you can blog about it isn’t helping.’ Max grabbed his clothes and slowly left the room.
Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other. Not quite the response she’d been expecting.
* * *
Jess prepared their meal and called upstairs to Max. He came down to eat but remained quiet and sullen. She didn’t push him, just ate her food in silence, wishing she hadn’t gone into Fresh Vibe today. After tidying away the dishes while Max ignored her, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Leyla.
Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.
Leyla texted back almost straightaway.
Ah,