The kitchen was through another short hallway, this one dotted with a few doors behind which there were all sorts of erotic noises we could hear. Moans, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, whimpers, and screams. Max's hot body holding me to him and his eyes trailing over my tits was not helping me tamp down on my lust at all.
I gulped as we stepped out into a bright, modern kitchen with steel appliances and smooth marble counters. Max set me down on the island in the middle of the room, his hands and chest sliding against my body as he made sure I was firmly situated. Honestly, my stomach's demands were not on the forefront of my mind. I wanted to satisfy a whole other need....
Max could see what I was thinking, and he chuckled and stepped away. Cool air swirled between us, a startling contrast against my heated body. I pouted a little and Max reached out to trace my bottom lip with his thumb.
"Let's get you something to eat huh? But hold on to whatever you were just thinking," Max said, a wicked tilt to his smile deepening his dimple. I sighed and leaned back onto both my hands, arching my back a little and stretching while showcasing all the reasons Max should return his focus to feeding me something other than food. Again, he knew exactly what I was doing and his eyes promised retribution. He turned to a large fridge set into the wall across from me and pulled it open, rattling through the drawers while pulling out various ingredients.
I sighed again and decided that I might as well lay down, hoping the marble counter would cool me down. It felt wonderfully pleasant against my back and I stretched again, raising my arms above me and wriggling my hips a little. My heels thunked against the cabinets below as my legs were half hanging off the counter. I let out a loud moan, my muscles already aching a bit. I heard footsteps and a shadow passed over me, so I lifted my head up to see what Max was doing.
It wasn't Max. It was Mario. Again. Holding a phone...again.
A zing of irritation burned through me and I got up, holding out my hand for the phone. But Mario shook his head at me, passing the phone to a surprised Max instead. He looked over at me and slowly raised the phone to his ear. Mario turned and left, not waiting for the phone this time. I looked back at Max, who was now standing next to a lit stove that had a pan on it, and with a spatula in one hand and the phone in the other Max looked quite..domestic. Something sizzled in the pan, and he turned back to the stove. His back was tense, his grip white around the phone. Then he lifted something from the pan and set it down on the plate, clicked off the stove and threw down the spatula. I realized with a jolt that Max was angry.
He grabbed the plate and turned towards me, and my mouth dropped open a bit at his expression. There was stark fury etched across the handsome lines of his face. Even when in such a dark mood he was still panty-inceratingly sexy, perhaps even more so. My heart pounded loudly in my chest as Max stalked over to me, his attention still focused on whatever he was so intently listening to. He set the plate down next to me leg and his free hand settled on my thigh as he closed in on me. I reached out and ran one hand up from his belly button to his collarbone. Max's eyes refocused on me and he tightened his grip on my thigh.
"Hold on a minute..no..I just..HOLD ON," he yelled into the phone, then dropped it onto the counter next to me. Max and I just breathed for a few seconds, his hand digging into my skin and my fingers pressed against the pulse on his throat. His expression tightened briefly and then he lunged forward.
Max's mouth collided with mine, lips moving in a furious kiss with one hand clutching my hair and raising me off the counter. I moaned, my hands moving to his shoulders and I pressed closer, not wanting an inch of space between us. My ass was on the edge of the counter now and Max leaned into me, the force of our kiss bending me back a little. I was getting dizzy, from the heat of Max's tongue and also from the lack of air. But I just couldn't pull away.
Good thing Max did. He tore his mouth from me, and I gasped, panting while I tried to catch my breath. His mouth moved down my jaw, to my neck and he bit me. Hard.
"Ah fuck!!" I yelped even as I felt my pussy leak a little. Then I felt Max's hand move from the counter to grip my ass, and next thing I was being lifted up and off the counter so that I was straddling him with my arms wrapped around his neck. Max rocked my hips against his repeatedly, at just the right angle so that I felt his hard length rub the outer folds of my pussy in slowly, over and over through his shorts. I tilted my head back and let out a long moan, aching to be filled.
Max dropped one of his hands from my ass, stopping our humping momentarily until I took charge. This time it was him who moaned. I opened my eyes to look at Max, watching his pupils dilate as our lips hovered centimeters apart. I shoved my hands into his hair, and yanked his head back so I could better leave my mark on Max's neck. He groaned again, and then I felt his free arm move, followed by a sharp rattling sound. I looked to my left to see that Max had pulled open a kitchen drawer. One that was filled with various boxes of condoms.
