The Trouble with #9 by Piper Rayne

Ilose control of myself. Screw his rule of nine dates. This man has won me over with his words and the feeling behind them.

I straddle him on the sand, press my lips to his, and kiss him as though the world is about to end. His strong hands grab my hips and I grind along his increasingly hard length, needing to quench the flame that’s been burning on high between us for weeks. Screw the fact he’s technically my client—at least to all the world—and we shouldn’t be together.

I tear my lips off his and sprinkle his face with kisses. “You’re an amazing guy.”

He chuckles, and his fingertips move up over the waistband of my sweats and onto my bare midriff. “Hold on, we still have five more dates.”

I sit up and press my hands to his chest. He’s wearing a button-down shirt and slacks since he was at the bachelor party. I totally forgot to ask why he ditched that to be with me.

“I’m relinquishing that deal. You can still take me on the dates, but we’re done with the just kissing thing.”

I circle my hips over his middle and a pained expression crosses his face. “But I had plans,” he groans.

I unbutton the bottom button of his shirt, revealing his treasure trail. He doesn’t fight me, so I continue to undress him. “So do I.”

“I think I’m going to lose this battle.”

I nod. “I guarantee you’re about to lose it.”

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, I splay my hands on his hard chest and push the material aside, showcasing his amazing, toned stomach with ripped abs. “Jeez, do you ever work out?”

“Not impressed?” he asks with a cocky grin because he knows there’s no possible way I couldn’t be.

“Maybe a few more hours at the gym wouldn’t hurt.”

He grabs my hips, flips me onto my back in the sand, and uses his knees to open my legs for him to slide between. “Cardio might help. Want to be my partner?”

I wind my arms around his neck and my fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. “I’m nothing if not helpful.”

He laughs and his lips fall to mine, searing me with a kiss. Then before I can protest, he’s up, standing over me and holding out his hand for me to take. “Not here. We’ll have sex on the beach at some point, but not our first time.”

I take his hand and he pulls me up, kissing me once more like he can’t stop himself. No complaints here. He scoops me up, so I straddle him, his hands going to my ass.

“The candy,” I say right before we walk away.

He laughs. “Seriously?”

“You’ll be thanking me once we’re naked and spent in bed in an hour.”

Bending over and lowering us, Maksim shows how strong he is. I snatch up the two bags of candy and he rises back up to full height. “I hate to break it to you, kotik, but you’ll be lucky if you’re eating that candy at all in the next twelve hours.”

I laugh, my forehead falling to his shoulder. “Aren’t we arrogant.”

“Talk to me after we’re done and let me know if you think my arrogance is undeserved.”

“Okay, Rico Suave.”

He smacks my ass while keeping me glued to him as he makes his way down the beach to the car. My core tingles with anticipation at the way he manhandles me. I can only pray this continues when we get into a bedroom.

We arrive at my apartment since it’s closest. Maksim’s hands have barely left my body since we climbed out of his car. I guess I could’ve gotten him to cross this line earlier if I’d pushed the issue.

My key goes into the lock smoothly, I turn it, and for the briefest second, worry washes over me. Worry that I won’t be enough for him. Worry that I’m not as experienced as he is. But then his hand runs from my side up my torso to my bra-covered breasts and his face nuzzles into my neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers. “I cannot wait to make that blush spread down every inch of your body.”

With his words, I relax and reassure myself that I have nothing to worry about.

He ushers us inside, urging me past the threshold, then kicks the door shut. “No roommates, right?”

“No room—”

He takes the hem of my shirt and pulls it off my body, leaving me in only my bra. “I told you I’ve been dangling on a thin thread.” He smiles, his gaze zeroing in on my breasts. “Even better than I remembered.”

I step closer to him, my hand on his chest until his back is against the wall. Our eyes lock with so much lust, it consumes the entire space around us. His breath hitches when my fingers graze down his abdomen and hover over the zipper of his slacks. I lower the zipper and slide my hand inside.

“Fuck,” he groans when I take the weight of him in my palm.

His dick is semi-hard and already large. I can’t wait to see it, but first I pump my fist over it and he thrusts his hips, wanting more friction. Our eyes haven’t left one another’s except for every now and then when his gaze dips to my breasts. He struggles to keep his eyes open, and my hand manipulates him until his length is granite hard. And huge.

Oh my god, he’s huge.

Guys in porn have nothing on Maksim.

One of his hands rises up my torso at a torturingly slow pace and pulls down the cup of my bra. Then he twists me around, forcing my hand out of his slacks. I expect his hands to go to my breasts, but he slides one down the front of my sweatpants, running a finger between my legs and over my soaked panties.

“This is for me?” his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

I lay my head back on his shoulder, turning slightly to look at him. “Yes.”

He slides one side of the fabric over and runs his fingers through the wetness, up and down my folds, before he centers all his attention on my clit.

“Maksim,” I say with desperation in my tone.

“Just relax, kotik.” His free hand grabs my breast, pushing, pulling, teasing my nipple. “I’ll feast on these soon.”

I feel his thickness poking through his slacks behind me. As if he’s frustrated, his hand leaves my breast and I hear his belt buckle release, then I hear it hit the floor as his slacks pool at our feet. I’ve yet to see it, but the tip of his dick pokes above my ass as his masterful hands shimmy down my sweatpants to join his pants on the floor, leaving me in only my silk panties.

He’s perfection in the way he plays with my clit and pussy as though he’s been doing it for years, but it’s clear he’s reading my moans and the arches of my back. Maksim is paying attention to what I like, and there’s nothing sexier than that.

“Come on, Paisley. Relax.”

I had no idea I’d been holding in any kind of tension, but as soon as he tells me to relax, I release a breath and the pent-up tension releases from my limbs, allowing him to hold my weight while he takes me to the edge. Without thinking, my hand lands on his between my legs, threatening to take over. I’m used to getting myself off, and although he’s doing a phenomenal job, I want to make sure I get there. Maksim’s all about bringing me to the brink and not letting me fall.

“Hands off, kotik,” he whispers. “This is my job tonight.”

I move my hand up and grab my free breast, twisting my nipple until I shudder in his hold, bucking and crying out while he takes my weight so I don’t collapse. Oh my god, that was amazing. Just as I get a hold of my breath, he twists me around.

“Straddle me.” He leads me over to the couch by my hand and sits down.

His boxer briefs came off at some point, though I’m not sure when. I get my first look at the perfection that is his Russian cock, and my mouth waters. It’s thick and long with a bulbous tip I want to wrap my mouth around. A vein runs the underside, and again I find myself wishing I could trace the outline with my tongue.

“Looked your fill?” He cocks an eyebrow, hands spread out across the back of my couch.

Damn, I know this man could make me his sex slave if he wanted. Have me do his bidding. I stand between his spread legs, and his fingers hook into the sides of my panties and slide them down my legs. I step out of them and climb on my couch, straddling him.

“I should’ve made you beg.” The cutest smile crosses his lips, and I wish I could take a picture. This man has won me over wholeheartedly.

I grind my wetness over him and his head falls back. All I want to do is ride him right now. I want to watch him and know that I’m the cause of his pleasure.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks. “I didn’t think to bring one.”

“You mean you don’t carry them around with you?” I laugh and climb off him, going to my bedroom to grab one out of the nightstand.

When I return, holding it triumphantly in my hand, he bites his bottom lip. “I’m gonna be honest… I’m not thrilled about you having condoms at the ready.”

I laugh, ripping open the package. “Oh, well, we could just forget all this.” I pretend to walk away, but he snags my wrist, tugging me forward.

“Give me the fucking thing,” he growls in my ear.

Giddy with excitement, I hand him the open condom wrapper. He takes it out, and I watch intently as he rolls it down his hard length. I straddle him again, and he guides himself to my opening. I sink down inch by inch. It takes me a minute or two to accommodate the size of him, but then we’re both moaning and closing our eyes in sheer pleasure.

I grind down on him, clenching his dick with the walls of my pussy, and every nerve ending inside me lights up.

“Shit, Paise,” he says.

His eyes open, a color I’ve never seen in their depths. They’re still as blue as the Caribbean, but it’s the deep ocean right now. I thrill at being the one who unfurled that look from him.

He pushes his ass up off the couch, thrusting inside me, and I can tell this isn’t going to last long. My breasts shake as I let him set the punishing pace from below me for a minute. Then my hands land on his shoulders and I move up and down as he grabs my ass, widening my ass cheeks apart and increasing my frenzy.

“We’re not even done and I can’t wait to fuck you again. You’ve put a fucking spell on me, kotik. I can’t get enough.” His words only spur on my orgasm.

“Oh God, I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to end.” I struggle to get a full breath.

But once he urges me up and his mouth covers my nipple, I’m done. I no longer have the control to keep my climax at bay, and I come with his name on my lips.

He doesn’t relent, continuing to push into my deepest depths while sweat beads on his forehead. He smashes his lips to mine, his tongue diving into my hot mouth as his body tenses under me.

“Fuck!” Then he goes lax.

Our kiss turns languid and lazy for a while. Eventually I feel him soften inside me, so I slide off of him. He takes the condom and quickly disposes of it in the kitchen. I watch his ass the entire walk over. Then he returns to where I lay spent on the couch, and he runs his fingers up and down my spine.

“Better than I ever imagined,” he whispers against my curls.

“Candy time?” I smile expectantly.

He stands, picks me up, and carries me into the bedroom. “Not even close.”

I giggle as he slams the bedroom door and tosses me on the bed.

I should’ve known he’d fuck like a porn star. He’s got the dick of one.