(rated S for smutty) (NSFW)

The first kiss was meant to be a tease but electricity sparked and Max jerked back with a gasp.

“That was…”

“Yeah.” Mitch grinned and slid his hand into her hair.

“Wait!” Max moved back and with a nervous smile stepped to the side to set her bag on the table. “My laptop and a change of clothes. In case we decide I should stay the night,” she said casting a side eyed glance Mitch’s way.

“Okay,” he agreed turning to rest his hip against the table so he faced her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I um, can I ask you a question. First?”

“As many as you like. Should we sit?”

“Actually, why don’t you show me your bedroom.” She shrugged at Mitch’s arched brow. “Might as well be comfortable,” she said with a grin and moved past him with an extra sway in her hips.

It took Mitch a second to catch up. “By all means,” he said with a soft laugh. “Let’s get comfortable.”

He let Max lead the way and once through the door he sat on the side of his king sized bed to pull of his sneakers and socks then stood up to with them in hand. “Here’s the closet,” he said as he opened the door to the walk in robe and tossed his shoes in. The space was neatly organized apart from the shoes he’s just thrown in and he left the door open for Max to look if she wanted to as he moved to the next one. “Bathroom,” he said as he stepped through the door. He dropped his socks into the hamper then pulled off his tshirt and dumped that in also.

“Hmmm, nice…” Max stood in the doorway looking around and paused as her eyes came to rest on Mitch. “Space,” she finished with a smirk then turned away.

Mitch heard the two soft thuds then a sigh and he walked out of the bathroom to see Max reclining on his bed, her hands stacked behind her head and legs crossed at the ankles, red painted toes wiggling.

He didn’t hesitate to lay beside her, it was his bed after all. He positioned himself on his side, his head propped on one hand as he let his eyes roam Max’s body. “Comfortable?” he asked and she turned her head to smile at him.

“I’m curious.”


“You and Zander. Did you…”

“Ah.” Mitch rolled to his back with a sigh and scrubbed his hands over his face.

“It doesn’t matter,” Max rushed to say. “I’m just curious.”

“Have you two… shared before?”

“God no! Why would you… no!” she said with a horrified laugh.

“Have you and Zander ever?” Mitch knew the answer since Zander had told him previously but he was curious to see Max’s reaction. He watched her shrug, looking relaxed and at ease.

“No, he’s…” she shook her head and smirked then finished with, “Not my type. You?”

“Is he my type?” he asked to stall, enjoying teasing her a little.

“No, did you ever? And don’t start with some ‘I don’t have a type’ BS either by the way.”

“Oh I have types. Right now I’m partial to cranky red heads.”

“You have good taste. And you’re being evasive.”

Mitch laughed as he rolled back to his side and kept going to loom over Max. “This is going to sound shallow,” he warned with a grin as Max reached up to push his hair back. “Zander’s too intense, too complicated.”

“He’s broken,” Max said matter of fact. “And he has issues.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“And you’re all sweetness and light?” Max teased, her fingers still in his hair.

“Yeah of course. I’m not interested in drama Max.”

“Neither am I,” she agreed as she tugged his head closer. “Just this.”

“Then what?” Mitch hesitated with his lips a breath away from hers.

Max frowned. “You want instructions? Let’s start with the basics-”

“Yeah no,” Mitch interrupted with a chuckle. “I mean after tonight? Or is this a one time thing?”

“Oh. Well… I guess,” she blushed and cast her eyes down. “You know, if everyone has a good time, we can do it again.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” Mitch said softly and her eyes jerked up, her lips parted to protest. “Challenge accepted,” he added and lowered his head.

His mouth brushed hers teasingly until she gave a little growl and nipped his lower lip. He retaliated by skimming his mouth over her cheek to her ear and gently biting her lobe. The fingers in his hair tightened as she tried to guide him mouth back to hers but he chuckled and nuzzled her throat.

“You in a hurry Max?” he teased as he moved his mouth lower.

“Let’s just say it’s been a while and foreplay will be optional this time,” she replied breathlessly as his lips brushed let a wet path down the side of her throat.

“Maybe you don’t need it,” he started then groaned and swore when her hand pressed against his straining erection.

“Optional,” she repeated then lifted her hand to his shoulder and pushed him not so gently away. He collapsed onto his back and watched as she sat up and stripped her tshirt and bra off then laid back down as her hands went to her waist. “Come on,” she prompted as she shoved her jeans down then flailed her legs until her feet were free.

Mitch’s sigh was only a little fake as he shed his jeans. “It might surprise you to know that I was one of those kids who took their time opening their presents,” he muttered grumpily as he sat up to reach his bedside table. “I liked to peel back the corners and peek,” he added opening the drawer and grabbing a condom. “I really liked that moment of full reveal.” He ripped open the packet and rolled on the protection then turned back to Max who was propped on her side, watching him with a smirk. “You unwrapped my present,” he finished with a scowl as he mirrored her position.

She rolled her eyes at his theatrics then sighed loudly and reached up to stroke his bicep, following the trail of ink down his arm. “I’m sure there’s some way I can make it up to you.” Her fingers circled his wrist and tugged as she exclaimed, “Wait! There is one thing you haven’t seen yet.”

His fingers brushed over a soft thatch of hair that told him she was a true redhead before she was guiding his hand between her legs. “Here?” his voice was husky as he stroked smooth, hot flesh. She was wet and swollen and he licked his lips in anticipation.

“A little lower,” she encouraged as she released his wrist then moved to her back as she parted her legs to give him better access.

“This feels like a little more than just it’s been a while,” Mitch said as he used his index and middle finger to explore her slick folds then dragged them up to circle her clitoris.

“Maybe I’ve been thinking about it,” Max ceded as she lifted into his touch.

He looked up to find her eyes heavy lidded as she watched him, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He hadn’t even kissed her yet he thought as he petted her. “About this? My hand on your pussy?” She gave a little hum of agreement and he asked, “What else?”

“Your mouth. There and… other places,” she said as his hand slipped lower to tease her entrance. Her hands curled into the bedding as her hips shifted, chasing his touch.

“Here?” He followed the word with press of his open mouth against the curve of her breast then his tongue flicked against the taut peak of her nipple before he sucked it into the wet heat of his mouth.

“That’s a good start.” Max’s words ended in a cry of pleasure as Mitch chose that moment to push two fingers inside her.

His mouth released her breast and his breathing was rough as he looked down her body. “You want to come like this Max? With my fingers, my mouth?”

She took a moment to reply as he blew a stream of hot air across her nipple. “I could but no, not this time. You have a beautiful body Mitch, I want to feel it over me, in me. I want you to – ”

“Here,” he interrupted as he levered over her, his hands by her shoulders, his hips between her thighs, and his cock nudging her wet heat.

“Perfect,” Max all but purred as she pressed her palms to his chest and stroked up to grip his shoulders.

“You know I’m about to fuck you and we haven’t even kissed properly,” Mitch muttered as she tipped her hips up.

“So kiss me, but hurry,” she prompted with a gasp as he reached down and hooked her knee in the crook of his elbow then braced his hand by her hip.

“I think I’ll wait,” he said his voice rough as his hips flexed and he pushed inside her. “Fuck,” he breathed as she clenched around his cock.

“Don’t stop,” she demanded as he thrust deep then paused. His eyes closed and his head dropped forward as he sucked in a breath. “Mitch,” she said his name softly as she reared up to scrape her teeth along his jaw. “Please…”

“In a minute,” he mumbled then his mouth was on her throat, grazing her collar bone, then on her breast as finally, finally he moved. A slow glide of his hips as she arched beneath him, buried her hands in his hair and begged.

“Please Mitch, more.”

“Like this?” He rocked his hips against hers teasingly and lifted his head to lock eyes with her. “Or this?” A hard deep thrust then another and another that had her crying out.

“So good,” she panted as he paused, buried deep inside her.

“Yeah,” he agreed, an edge to his voice that she didn’t understand and before she could wonder about it he was moving in her, on her. His hips pistoned, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. She whimpered under the onslaught of pleasure, cried out as it crested and she shattered, convulsing helplessly as Mitch swore and his smooth thrusts became erratic before he shuddered and collapsed on top of her.

When she could speak she asked “Mitch?” and got a questioning hum. “I just want you to know that was pretty good but I think we need to try it again. You know, for quality assurance.”

“Quality assurance?” he repeated, his voice muffled as his face was pressed against the bedding still. With a groan he pushed up then reached between their bodies to hold the condom in place as he eased out of her then rose to his knees. “Whatever you need, I’m… at your service,” he said with a shrug and a smirk as he stood up and Max sat up and pulled her knees into her chest

“I have a list, it may take a while,” she called after him as he walked into the bathroom to take care of the condom and she grinned as he laughed. “Think I might add a star rating,” she said just loud enough for him to hear and then she was the one laughing at his low curse and groan before he appeared in the doorway.

“Like I said, at your service,” he said as he prowled towards her. “Now, where’s this list?”

“Here.” She tapped a finger to her temple. “You just do your thing and I’ll let you know how many stars you got in the morning…”