posted on 4-Nov-2001 12:29:12 AM
Author: latahart
Title: That Sexy Something
Category: UA, Max and Liz
Rating: PG-13 (story set up), and NC-17 (the Nookie)
Summary: Liz is drawn to Max because he has That (indefinable) Sexy Something.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing . . . lyrics belong to Cherokee from the CD I Love You . . . Me (recommend it).
Author’s Note: ya = you or your, bone = sexual intercourse, the –g in all the –ing words has been dropped (poetic and/or artistic license have been invoked) . . . This fic is an exercise . . . I’m trying to overcome writer’s block, so that I can finish Splendor . . . damn it . . . I hope it works . . . Also there is no such thing as AIDS and casual sex occurs . . .

The Song –Lyrics

“Damn I really can’t place my finger on it,
But since the wetness is in my jeans
I want it
It could be his bedroom eyes,
Or the seduction in his smile
When he passes me on by . . .

By his stride
Damn the brother got me hypnotized
And I like his style,
It drives a little girl so buck wild
(Oh yeah I feel ya baby)

And I feel like I need to bring
The shorty home
And get my groove on
Just bone and bone until the morn

Ya got a sexy somethin’ about ya
And I don’t know what it is boy,
But my body’s so ready
To explore

Ya got a sexy somethin’ bout ya
And ya bring me so much joy
Ooh it’s drivin’ me crazy
I want it more and more


Yo baby can I keep you
Just for tonight
Would that be alright
Cause you got that sexy, sexy somethin’
That my body be wantin’
Now fulfill my lust
Cause my body keeps making a fuss

And I’m so damn curious
About what you have in ya touch
(I’m feelin’ ya baby)
And I feen cause, it’s all up in my bones
To have you alone
And make you moan and moan – word is bond

Ya got a sexy somethin’ about ya
And I don’t know what it is boy,
But my body’s so ready
To explore

Ya got a sexy somethin’ bout ya
And ya bring me so much joy
Ooh it’s drivin’ me crazy
I want it more and more

Ooh sexy baby, my my sexy darlin’
Have some mercy on me baby
Cause I ain’t tryin’ to be your lady

You got it baby
You got it . . .”

~

Part 1 of 1

There she sat in the heart of SoHo’s gallery district relaxing in the café, letting the atmosphere and it’s intermingling aromas of exotic foods, decadent pastries and exquisite coffee aid her, in her escape from reality . . . Escapism wasn’t a regularly used coping mechanism, at least not by Liz Parker, but on this particular day the pressures and stresses had been too much. The gallery for which she worked as curator hadn’t yet received the shipment of paintings for their featured artist and the exhibit was in two days. After numerous calls to the shipping company . . . and after the continual repeating of the shipment’s tracking numbers for the zillionth time
. . . to no avail . . . Liz made a bee line for Dean and DeLuca’s as soon as her assistant Marti had shown up for work . . . three and a half hours late. And as if that weren’t enough the artist . . . the reclusive Max Evans hadn’t return one of her phone calls.

Liz Parker sat in the window seat of Dean and DeLuca’s mindlessly sipping her latte. She stared out into the sea of pedestrian traffic that milled up and down either side of the Prince Street café. Just then a figure passed by the window in front of her and captured her attention. Liz was not one for making a spectacle of herself, but she did a 180 degree turn in her seat. It was him. Her mystery man. She’d know him anywhere . . . after watching him for the last three months. She knew every line of his face . . . every plane . . . every valley . . . every peak . . . That tell-tell tingle began . . .

Unknowingly she fluttered about . . . she fussed with her clothing . . . smoothed down her hair and wet her lips. She knew without looking that the time was exactly 1:45 in the afternoon . . . because he always came at 1:45 . . . in fact she had set her watch by him . . .

*beep, beep*

The alarm on her wrist sounded. Liz smiled and angled her body toward the counter.

*jingle*

The door to Dean and DeLuca’s opened and in he walked. He stopped for a moment to hold the door open for an elderly couple and a lady pushing a baby stroller.

“I knew I liked him for a reason,” Liz said to herself. “He’s a gentleman,” she thought, as her smile grew wilder and its sentiment filled her chocolate brown eyes with an extra sparkle.

~

Max Evans was a man on a mission. All morning long he had tried to reach the curator of the gallery where his exhibit was to be held. The telephone lines had stayed busy . . . and every one of his emails had been returned. It had been a frustrating day and it wasn’t even half over . . .

He had finally given up on reaching the gallery . . . at the last minute he had decided to change the paintings he was going to display and as a result their cataloging had changed, as did the shipment’s delivery date . . . and so here he was in the SoHo daylight wasting a perfectly good painting day . . . ten minutes earlier he had pulled off his paint splattered smock and left his loft on his way to the gallery to inform them personally . . . but first coffee.

As he approached the window of Dean and DeLuca’s he had seen her . . . his mystery lady . . . the beautiful creature with the chocolate eyes, mahogany hair and welcoming smile . . . and the sight of her had energized him . . . almost making him forget about the morning’s mess and irritation . . .

He smiled to himself as he saw her adjust her clothing and soothe her hair at his entrance. It was a good feeling to know that she cared about her appearance . . . especially since she seemed to be primping for him. His amber eyes sparkled, the mirth he was feeling making their golden undertones stand out.

He smiled pleasantly at the elderly couple exiting . . . He smiled warmly at the young mother with the stroller . . . he even cooed at the baby it held. With a quick glance in the direction of his lovely mystery woman Max made his way to the counter to order a Tall-Bavarian. For an afternoon the counter wasn’t as crowed as he might have expected. The few minutes he had to wait for his coffee were passed quickly . . . as his thoughts wandered to the petite brunette by the window. “How was it possible for her to look so innocent and sexy simultaneously?” he wondered. “Does she know that I could get lost in the warmth of her eyes?” He was so deep in his ponderings, that the girl behind the counter had to call his name three times. “Damn,” he muttered, knowing that he had been caught as his eyes encounter those of his musings.

~

Liz chuckled delightedly and watched as her mystery man with the beautiful eyes retrieved his coffee. “God those jeans look great,” she said aloud without realizing it. “Love the way he walks . . . that stride . . . umm . . . so confident . . . yum,” she continued. “I know what you mean,” the woman at the next table said to Liz’s utter embarrassment. “Something about the way he walks, let’s you know he’d be awesome in bed,” she continued bluntly, causing Liz to blush a tell-tell shade of pink. Liz couldn’t deny that she had had that same exact thought for the last three months. At that precise moment He turned to drop a lump of sugar into his cup. “And what an ass,” the woman replied, causing Liz to choke on her latte. The woman looked at Liz knowingly and said, “ If I was 15 years younger and single, you’d have competition,” then with a wink she stood up and exited the café. Liz sat there for a long moment with her mouth open.

~

Max looked up to find his beautiful stranger’s luscious mouth ajar. Pink, pouty lips drew his attention and unknowingly he ended up standing in front of her.

~

Liz looked up and swallowed hard. Never in all her imaginings had this happened. Her doe eyes traveled up his narrow torso . . . chest . . . his broad shoulders . . . his chiseled chin . . . lingered momentarily on the soft line of his lips . . . passed his aristocratic nose . . . to be held captive by liquid pools of amber . . . she gasped softly.

~

As his eyes held hers Max saw his own emotions mirrored back at him . . . curiosity . . . longing . . . desire . . . pure lust . . . Without a second thought Max sat his Tall-Bavarian on the table and quickly maneuvered Liz to her feet.

~

So tongue tied was she, that she was unable to protest, like the good girl in her demanded.

~

The first contact of his hand upon her delicate arm sparked an immediate response in Max. The front of his button-fly Levis bulged with the constriction of his erection.

~

The firm yet gentle grip on her arm was like an electrical shock to her senses. Liz Parker’s response was immediate and overwhelming . . . she felt the wetness as she walked to where he was directing her to go . . .

~

He led her into the elevator . . . after the doors closed . . . he reached behind him and pushed the stop button and then turned back to communicate all he was feeling without words . . .

~

Liz stood before him transfixed . . . hypnotized . . . lost in the eyes that had haunted her dreams. And when he leaned forward to capture her mouth with his own . . . she hungrily returned his kiss.

Her tongue dueled with his . . . the timeless dance had begun . . .

~

Max drank in her sweetness and marveled at the passion that was exploding all around him. The deep throated sighs that escaped her lips were reeking havoc on his restraint . . . it was as if they called to his primal nature . . .

Unable to resist any longer he pressed his full aroused length against her . . . penning her soft curves between him and the cold mirrored walls of the elevator. He moved his knee between her knees and successfully parted her all to willing legs . . .

~

Liz felt a shiver run down her back as the coldness from the mirrored wall seeped through the thin material of her linen jacket, at the same time a slight breeze found it’s way up her skirt . . . only to be replaced in the next instant by the hot, coarse feeling of demanding denim.

Liz’s mouth continued it’s dueling match with her sexy mystery man . . . as her lower body began to undulate against the hard bone of his knee cap.

~

Max felt her feminine moistness begin to heat his knee . . . the thought of her liquid sent him into overdrive . . . Smoothly he replaced his knee with his erection . . . fitting his narrow hips between her thighs . . . parting her a little wider to accommodate him . . . after settling there for a moment he ground himself into her heat . . . causing a moan to escape from both of them . . .

~

Frantic with need . . . she lifted her leg and hooked it around his waist . . .
~

With a growl and a groan his masterful hand traveled from her silky hair down the length of her silky leg . . . angling her to better receive his ministrations . . .

~

Pulling her lips away from the nectar of his, Liz reached for the button clasps of his jeans . . . with nimble fingers she pried them apart . . . stopping once her eager fingers encountered his tantalizing flesh . . .

~

Max sucked in a steadying breath as his body responded to her touch . . .
Her tender applications making him rock hard . . . Impatiently he pushed her tormenting hands away . . . His golden gaze connected to with hers . . . his eyes asked . . . her eyes answered . . .

Gingerly his masculine hand trailed up her skirt . . . he skimmed the edges of her panties with his index finger . . .

~

Liz sucked in . . . her breath caught in her throat . . . she experienced the sweetest of tortures and she relished it . . . Her lower body moved almost involuntarily toward his questing finger . . .

~

Max chuckled softly . . . he had known that she would be responsive . . . but God had he gotten lucky . . . He kissed her softly as his index finger slipped underneath the elastic band at the damp crotch of her panties . . . at her soft gasp . . . he chuckled again and he recaptured her sensuous mouth with his demanding one for a searing kiss, just as his finger parted and entered her . . .

~

Liz bucked at the sensations he was causing . . . her hips rolled forward to meet his every movement . . . her tongue communicated to him the depth of her desire . . .

~

Max's erection throbbed with needed release . . . and yet he still did not seek it . . . his teeth gently bit down on her lower lip . . . this action caused her an exquisite pain . . . as the buds of her nipples tightened . . .

~

"Now," she moaned into his mouth.

~

Without further preliminaries Max adjusted himself, until the engorged head of his beautifully crafted penis lay at the welcoming opening of her outer lips . . . in one smooth motion he surged forward, joining them . . .

~

Liz felt him fill her . . .

~

Max waited . . . he wanted to give her time to become accustomed to him
. . . he waited . . . he waited as the hot clinging walls of her sex surrounded him . . . he waited . . . he waited as those same walls began to flex and twitch around him . . . he waited . . .

~

Liz thought she might scream . . . her arousal was so extreme . . . her longing too intense . . . her need too great . . . and her patience was nonexistent . . . with passion directed hands . . . she reached around his waist . . . cupped his cute little ass and thrust him deeply into her welcoming heat . . .

~

Max's eyes captured hers as they found their rhythm . . . for each of his thrust . . . she meet it with her own . . .

~

His penetration deep . . . so deep in fact . . . Liz felt the slightest of taps upon her womb . . . which stirred up a desperate longing in her . . . a longing she felt in her bones . . .

~

Their breathing grew uneven . . . their efforts were valiant . . . they matched each other thrust for glorious thrust . . .

~

Liz watched in the adjacent mirror as his beautiful shaft enter and withdrew from her body . . . the sight was exciting . . . her swollen lips . . . her flushed cheeks . . . her mussed hair . . . her panties dangling at her ankle . . . her thigh pressed into his . . . her foot hooked behind his back keeping him where she most wanted him to be . . . she watched as the muscles in his arms contracted . . . as the muscles in his back rippled . . . . as the muscles in his sexy ass clenched and unclenched . . . and then he hit . . . he found her spot . . . the all elusive g-spot and she came . . . a thunderous . . . body shaking orgasm . . .

~

Max was lost in the exquisite feel of her . . . the lushness . . . he watched her with passion filled eyes . . . he watched her watch him propelled himself inside of her . . . . he watched her watch him slide smoothly out . . . over and over and over and over and over again . . . until . . . her body clinched around him . . . drawing him in . . . and then he saw the stars too, as he thrust forward one last time and joined her on the edge of ecstasy . . .

~

Liz held him close, not wanting to let her fantasy come to life . . . to disappear . . .

~

Max rested his weight upon his arms . . . on either side of her of her petite frame . . . they were still joined . . .

~

Liz looked up into the caramel swirl of his eyes and saw the intense pleasure that she was still feeling staring back at her . . . she crinkled her nose at him and smiled . . .

~

Max smiled back into her lovely face . . . and then bent to capture her lips for a savoring kiss . . .

~

Liz made her way down Prince Street toward the gallery . . . her steps light
. . . her mood drastically improved . . .

~

Max Evans had waited for his beauty to exit the elevator first . . . he had hoped that they hadn't drawn too much attention to themselves . . . and that he would at least catch one last glimpse of her . . . but it was not to be
. . . He looked down at his paint splattered watch and realized that it was a quarter to 3:00 . . . and he still needed to get to the gallery . . . to straighten things out . . .

~

Liz shook images of her mystery man out of her head as she walked into the gallery . . . as she crossed the threshold that would take her back to the real world, she wondered if he would be there at Dean and DeLuca’s for coffee tomorrow at 1:45 and then smiled . . . a smile filled with immense satisfaction . . .

~

"I can't explain it Maria . . . he just had it . . . you know, that thing . . . that sexy something and I couldn't help myself . . . I didn't want to either . . ."

Just then the gallery door opened, Liz cast a fleeting glanced behind her at the approaching figure . . . her mouth went dry . . . but that tell-tell tingling had begun . . . she dropped the phone . . . as she turned . . . and came face to face with the object of her lust. She stuttered, "yyyy. . . you."

"Max Evans, at your service," he said with an emphasis on the last word . . . as his amber eyes blazed a brilliant golden shade of topaz as the corners of his delectable mouth quirked up. THE END.




[ edited 1 time(s), last at 4-Nov-2001 12:32:04 AM ]
posted on 4-Nov-2001 12:32:29 AM
Author’s Note: Initially I had planned for this story to be a one hit wonder, but thanks to the great feedback I have decided to continue it. I still don’t know how many installments it will evolve into, but for now I can promise three . . .
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That Sexy Something
Part 2 of?

“You’re . . . you’re Max Evans?” Liz questioned incredulously. Her chocolate brown eyes widened and a flush of color washed over her.

“The one and only,” he responded seductively. His usually bright eyes darkening as they traveled knowing over the plains of her lovely face with excruciating slowness.

Stupefied, Liz could only stand there staring at her once anonymous lover, as that tell-tell tingle continued to evade her body.

Max’s lips curled into a deliciously flirtatious smile and the dark amber pools of his expressive eyes danced with barely contained mischief. “Uh, you may want to retrieve your phone call,” he drawled sexily.

“Phone . . . oh God . . . the phone . . .” Liz bent to retrieve the receiver she had absentmindedly discarded. “Maria?,” she breathed into the phone, with a slight tone of desperation in her voice. Liz turned her body slightly away from Max. She assumed a posture that allowed her to answer the rapid fire questions Maria was bombarding her with, with a small modicum of privacy.
“Uh huh,” she said nodding her head. “Yes, it is,” she said whispering as she cast an assessing glance over her shoulder. Her wandering gaze locked with his intent one. “Yes, I’m sure,” she mumbled with frustration as she pulled her eyes away from his.

Liz could only stand there shivering as the receiver was plucked from her trembling hands.

“Hello, Maria . . .” his deep sensual voice began, only to stop abruptly as he realized he didn’t know his lovely brunette’s name. “Uh . . .” he began again. “She’ll have to call you back.”

“LIZ!” Marti screamed from the upstairs loft.

“Liz will have to call you back . . . yes, I promise, goodbye Maria.” He chuckled into the phone.

“LIZ!” Marti screamed from the upstairs loft again. “I FINALLY REACHED THAT FLAKE-Y ARTIST’S ANSWERING MACHINE,” she continued as she descended the hidden staircase. I LEFT HIM A MESSAGE. I TOLD HIM, IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS THAT HE’D BETTER GET HIS BUTT IN TOUCH WITH US ASAP.”

Liz turned scarlet. Her face flamed with embarrassment. She would have given anything to have been able to stuff a sock in Marti’s mouth. She cast her eyes downward and avoided looking in Max’s direction.

As she emerged from behind the wall, that hid the staircase, which lead to Liz’s upstairs office and the gallery’s workroom Marti bellowed, “LIZ ARE YOU . . .” her voiced died in mid question as her eyes made contact with the most gorgeous stranger she had ever seen. His dark hair in slight disarray, but charmingly so, the tiny curls at the nape of his neck making her hands itch with the desire to stroke them. She noted his aristocratic profile with appreciation. His tall, lean yet muscular frame was standing directly in front of her boss. His stance, one of confidence and male virility allotted her the glorious sight of broad shoulders, a narrow and defined torso, a cute little ass and long legs. “Damn he fills those jeans out nicely,” Marti thought to herself as she made her way toward them.

“Liz Parker I presume,” Max whispered near Liz’s ear. The soft caress of his warm breath causing a ripple of desire to wash through her, reawakening her body.

“Damn I really can’t place my finger on it,
But since the wetness is in my jeans
I want it
It could be his bedroom eyes,
Or the seduction in his smile
When he passes me on by . . .”

Liz cleared her throat and put some well needed distance between her body and Maxwell Evans. “Marti Price, meet Max Evans,”

Marti had the good manners enough to blush. “I . . . uh . . . nice to meet you . . .” she trailed off.

Max smiled in amusement and extended his hand in greeting, “Nice to meet you Marti Price,” he said as his large hand engulfed hers in its firm grip, lingering a second longer than necessary.

“Uh . . . sorry . . . aaa about the flake-y artist comment,” she stammered as her blue eyes looked up into his amber ones.

“Forget it. I can be as flake-y as the next artist,” he said jokingly.

Liz cleared her throat again and both sets of eyes turned in her direction.
“I believe we have some details to work out Mister Evans,” she said in professional tone.

“I believe you are right Miss Parker, it is Miss, right?” he asked and arched a dark meaningful eyebrow at her mockingly.

“Marti, please bring in the inventory list,” she directed. “If you’ll just follow me,” she said to Max without making eye contact.

“To the ends of the earth,” he replied.

As his words reached her ears, Liz stumbled and to her body’s delight two very strong and muscular arms wrapped themselves around her and prevented her from falling flat on her flushed face.

Marti chuckled to herself as she went in search of the requested documents.

Liz was reluctant to look up. She did not want to see the amusement in his eyes. She wanted to die. Her traitorous body had come alive under his touch.

“Look at me Liz,” he requested softly.

Liz looked up into his topaz eyes and nearly swooned. His eyes were on fire. She had seen them that way before.

“Liz where’s your office?,” he asked on a strained voice. His own body having instantly reacted to the softness of her curves pressed intimately against the length of him.

Silently Liz disengaged herself from the warmth of Max’s embrace and led him up the staircase and into her office.

She didn’t emerge from hypnotic state until the clicking sound of her office door being closed and locked registered. Her eyes snapped up and were immediately captured by the blazing topaz fires of Max’s.

“By his stride
Damn the brother got me hypnotized
And I like his style,
It drives a little girl so buck wild
(Oh yeah I feel ya baby)”

Max walked toward her with a slow deliberateness. His eyes transmitted his desire to hers.

Liz was lost. Her own desire flared with the same intensity she had experienced earlier. Her eager arms snaked out and around his neck. Her insistent hands drew his head closer, until they brought Max’s welcoming mouth down upon the lushness of her seeking lips. Explosion after hot explosion rippled through Liz’s body. The smoldering touch of his hard body pressed her back against the hard surface of her desk. Of their own accord her legs parted and widened to accommodate him.

Max slid his narrow hips and swelled erection between her silky legs and felt for the second time in his life, a sense utter of perfection. The circular motion of her fingernails upon his scalp intensified his pleasure and he groaned into her mouth. His tongue danced a tango with hers. When she tugged lightly on his hair and simultaneously sucked on his tongue, Max’s hands gripped her undulating hips and brought them forward to meet the surge of his pelvic bone.

“Oh God Max . . .” Liz said as she tore her mouth away from his, only to have it recaptured in the soft nip of his teeth.

As Max began to suckle her bottom lip a knock sounded on the door, which caused each of them to instantly freeze. Max froze on an upward stroke, as did Liz, which left the most intimate parts of them in direct contact.

“Liz, I have those invoices you requested,” Marti’s voiced called through the door.

Liz detracted her bottom lip from between Max’s teeth and replied, “Just a minute.” As she went to disconnect her limbs from Max’s, he stilled her actions. “Max,” she whispered pleadingly. Her hand stroking his stubbled cheek in much the same way he had caressed her tear away.

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From Part 2:

Max slid his narrow hips and swelled erection between her silky legs and felt for the second time in his life, a sense utter of perfection. The circular motion of her fingernails upon his scalp intensified his pleasure and he groaned into her mouth. His tongue danced a tango with hers. When she tugged lightly on his hair and simultaneously sucked on his tongue, Max's hands gripped her undulating hips and brought them forward to meet the surge of his pelvic bone.

“Oh God Max . . .” Liz said as she tore her mouth away from his, only to have it recaptured in the soft nip of his teeth.

As Max began to suckle her bottom lip a knock sounded on the door, which caused each of them to instantly freeze. Max froze on an upward stroke, as did Liz, which left the most intimate parts of them in direct contact.

“Liz, I have those invoices you requested,” Marti’s voiced called through the door.

Liz detracted her bottom lip from between Max's teeth and replied, “Just a minute.” As she went to disconnect her limbs from Max's, he stilled her actions. “Max,” she whispered pleadingly. Her hand stroking his stubbled cheek in much the same way he had caressed her tear away.


That Sexy Something
Part 3

Disclaimer in Part 1 . . .

"And I feel like I need to bring
The shorty home
And get my groove on
Just bone and bone until the morn"

~

His response to her soft plea was to lean forward and take possession of her mouth. His demanding tongue plunged into her warm depth with an intensity she had never before experienced. He pressed forward . . . gently pinning her between the masculine wall of his muscular body and the hard wood of her desk.

~

Her silky limbs widened . . . lifted . . . and wrapped themselves around him. A soft moaned escaped from deep with in her. Her lips responded of their own accord, opening and seeking his kiss in the same instant. Her tongue lunged forward and engaged his in an exquisite dance of wanton lust.

Involuntarily he groaned . . . a deep throaty groan of pure satisfaction.

~

Unconsciously Liz rubbed her hot moistness against his throbbing hardness.

~

His large hands loosened their tight hold upon her slender hips . . . instead they guided her back and forth, rhythmically, across the length of his ever hardening manhood.

~

Her hand roamed from his stubbled cheek and wound around his neck, drawing him closer.

~

Eagerly he hoisted her petite form up until she was in a reclining position on the hard desktop. As he lifted her, her legs began to fall from around his lower torso and Liz moaned her displeasure at the sudden break in their heated contact, into his devouring mouth. Max chuckled softly, but did not break their kiss.

Taking his hands away from her hips he moved to position himself above her. Laying between her creamy white thighs on the hard desktop Max began to lose himself in the melody of her lush body as she undulated unrestrained against him with pure female hunger.

He ground into her. The rough denim of his jeans teased her quivering nether lips through the thin material of her sopping wet panties.

~

Liz welcomed his weight. She hungered for him.

"Max," she gasped against his lips.

It was a plea . . . an acquiesce . . . for him to disperse with the pleasantries and to fill her . . . fill her up hilt deep . . .

~

His hand slid between them. Pushing aside the wet, filmy material of her panties Max's skillful hand made contact with the proof of her arousal . . . his exploring fingers were instantaneously coated with her rich warm cream.

~

Liz hissed and bucked wildly up against the talented touch of his fingers. Her head dropped back upon the desk with a thud, but she seemed not to notice . . . as her hips began to rife against him. Liz had to repeatedly bite down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming out in sheer ecstasy.

~

"That's it baby . . ." Max began coaxingly, as an insistent knock resonated upon the office door.

~

“Liz, I have those invoices you requested,” Marti’s voice called through the door for the second time.

~

Tortured brown eyes locked with liquid amber eyes. An intense moment of silence filled the room. Grudgingly Max removed his fingers from their coveted spot, but not before he inched his large fingers deeper into her feminine core, and caused her breath to catch in her throat, as she reached climax. Slowly he unwrapped Liz's legs from around him and slid from the desk.

~

Incoherent and dizzy from desire’s reward, Liz sat up on the desk and let the spasms of release reign freely through her.

~

Max stalked unhappily across the room, unlocked the door and opened it.

Marti stammered and blushed as she took in his disheveled appearance, but Max remained stoic. Without explanation he retrieved the invoices from Marti’s nervously twitching hands.

“Thanks,” he said a little curtly.

Marti stood there transfixed. The golden fire in his eyes belied his calm exterior and for the second time in the span of thirty minutes, she wished that she was Liz Parker. Her inquisitive eyes did not miss one detail, as she noted the wrinkled shirt . . . the tousled hair . . . the lipstick smudges and the more than obvious bulge in the front of his well fitting jeans.

“Was there something else?” Max inquired with a sexy, suggestive quirk of his eyebrow, as he languidly brought his well used fingers to his mouth and gave them a quick suck.

“Uh, no,” Marti finally stammered.

“Good! Liz and I will take care of the rest of the details for the exhibit,” he said flatly, then giving her the quickest of winks he closed the door in her surprised face.

“Well, I never,” came the muffled, yet slightly indignant reply from the other side of the door.

“That’s rather unfortunate,” he muttered in a gruff voice, as he locked the door, tossed the invoices into a nearby chair and turned to face a dumbfounded Liz.

“Now where were these . . .” he said playfully as he held up the middle and index fingers of his right hand.

Marti’s soft knowing chuckle echoed down the hallway.

“God Max . . .” Liz began, only to be silenced by his delectable mouth as he pounced back upon the desk and brusquely pulled her into his arms.

~

Liz groaned as Max’s mouth found and exploited that spot on her collarbone. She had to stop this. She had to stop him. But, good God it felt right . . . hell it felt delicious.

“Max . . . we . . . can’t . . .” she behrly managed, when his mouth finally abandoned her collarbone and sought to reek havoc elsewhere on her inflamed body.

~
“TheHellWeCan’t” he stated firmly as he placed small butterfly kisses in the valley of her breasts. His hands busily undid the buttons of her shirt.

~

“Max . . . she . . . knows . . .’” Liz gasped out as each of his hands cupped and kneaded one of her breasts through the satiny material of her bra. “Max . . . I’m . . . ooooh (moan) . . . ser . . . ious . . . ummm . . .” she continued.

~

“So, am I!” he said with a sly smile as each of his thumbs traced small circular patterns on her areolas. “See how serious I am,” he continued devilishly, as he captured each taunt nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“ Liz,” he said as he rolled the nipple between his fingers. “. . . see,” he said as he softly pinched the nipple. “ . . . how,” he continued as he gave it a slight tug. “. . . serious,” he said as he once again rolled the erect bud between his fingers. “. . . I,” he emphasized his word by pinching a fraction harder than he had previously done. “ . . . am?” he finished with another tug.

~

“You’ve got to stop,” she softly demanded just as Max’s amble fingers found and unhooked the front clasp of her bra and exposed her twin rounds of luscious, plump pink flesh.

~

Max leaned forward and kissed each rosy peak. “Stop, I’ll stop if that’s what you really want. Is it Liz? Do you want me to stop this?” he punctuated each question by swiping his wet, hot tongue over each aching bud indolently.

~
“OHGODNO!” she screamed as the sensations of his last actions resonated through her body bringing her to the brink of orgasm once again.

~

Max chuckled, “I didn’t think so,” he said arrogantly.

Hungrily he feasted on her breasts. First one and them the other, taking each deep within the hot recesses of his suckling mouth . . . nibbling . . . scraping . . . biting . . . pleasuring . . .

~

Lost in the throws of her passions Liz was at a loss when Max abruptly pulled his mouth away from her humming body and stood up.

“Max,” she whimpered, as Max backed away from the desk.”

“Max,” she whispered in slight desperation, as Max back even further away from her out stretched arms.

Liz sat up on the desk. Her body shaking violently from the ripples of desire that washed over her.

“Max,” she called on a strangled voice, her large doe eyes searching his handsome face for some sort of explanation.

“Max,” her voice cracked with unfulfilled desire.

~

Max sat down on the couch. His golden eyes never strayed from the splendor of her lush body. Each time she called to him only served to heighten his own desire, but she had said she had wanted him to stop and so stop he did.

Sitting back on the soft leather couch he looked at her withering form through passion hooded eyes. She presented an erotic picture . . . as her hips thrust upward . . . as her eyes rolled back into her head . . . as her thighs parted . . . as her breasts jiggled . . .

The head of his throbbing penis jutted against the restraint of his jeans. Hypnotically Max watched Liz’s hips thrust upward . . . mindlessly his hands wandered to the top button of his levis . . . with vigor he unclasped all five buttons in one swift tug . . .

His eyes zeroed in on the visible dampness between the ever widening gap between her thighs . . . he jammed his hand down the front of his pants and wrapped it around his swollen member . . . as Liz arched her back and began to rise up off of the desk calling his name . . . he gave himself a swift stroke . . . she called to him again . . . he gave himself another swift stroke . . . she called to him again . . . her eyes found his . . . he gave himself another swift stroke . . . hearing her soft gasp . . . he gave himself another swift stroke . . . she called to him again, but his hand had discovered a tempo . . . his head fell back upon the back of the couch and he moaned as he pleasured himself . . .

~

Watching Max masturbate himself was incredibly exciting . . . Liz’s pulse quickened . . . beads of perspiration gathered between her brows, unconcerned she wiped them away and feasted her eyes on the golden body before her.

Liz’s hungry eyes followed the magnificently sculptured lines of his abdomen, before settling on the faithful motion of his hand . . . mesmerized by his steadfast pace Liz licked her lips . . . and quickly bit down on them when she witnessed his capture of the thick throbbing crown.

He captured it between his thumb and index finger creating a circle of unprecedented pleasure . . . moaning loudly Liz gapped her legs open as wide as they would go and unceremoniously shoved her fingers into her burning heat . . . while softly brushing her tender clitoris with her thumb . . .

Her elongated sigh brought Max’s head forward . . . and when their eyes connected, it was like a well placed caress . . . each of them felt the last of their resolve crumble . . . as he watched her thrust and rise . . . as she watched him grip and stroke . . . They reached the summit together . . . each crying out in deep throated ecstasy as the delirium of release seized them . . .

TBC . . .

*tongue**tongue*

That Sexy Something
Part 4


The sun’s decent played reflectively off the blinds, sending small bursts of golden, burnt orange and lavender hues into the dimly lit room.

The small office was quiet, with the exception of the ragged, heavy breathing of its two occupants.

What seemed like several long moments passed, the deep gasping breaths and the rapidly decreasing heartbeats were all that could be heard.

Finally, Liz Parker returned to earth. “Oh My God,” she thought, as her body’s humming subsided and began to turn pink and flush from her new found embarrassment. Her trembling hands rose to cover her lovely, but slightly frowning face.

~

“Incredible,” Max Evans thought to himself as his still hungry amber eyes continued to hold her captive. Their assessing depths noted her flush and tremble, and filled with male merriment.

“Liz,” he said softly. He slowly reached for his jeans. He retrieved a handkerchief from his back pocket and began to cleanse himself.

~

Unable to tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing pools of his, Liz stared helpless through the veil of her fingers. She wanted to move . . . to go to him . . . to cover herself . . . to wither up and die . . .

~

“Come here Liz,” he spoke each word softly, caressingly, as if he had somehow made a direct connection into the depths of her mind. She gasped softly, in surprise, but did not move as another sensual wave coursed through her body.

When she made no move to acquiesce to his quiet request, the golden flecks within his eyes flared anew . . . The slight shaking of her hands let him know that she was ready to bolt . . . or ready to . . .

“LLL-iii-zzz-ie,” he purred, using the pet name Maria had used on the phone earlier.

~

As the sound of his husky voice penetrated her sensual trance, a nervous fluttering began deep in the pit of her stomach. “God this man is beautiful,” she thought for the hundredth time.

“Beautiful . . . and dangerous . . . he makes me forget myself,” Liz whispered as she unconsciously began to shake her head from side to side, as the butterflies within her took flight.

~

After discarding the handkerchief Max slowly began to rise. His movements were measured and calculated, like a predator stalking its prey. His tiger like eyes pierced her . . . claimed her.

He walked toward her, slowly.

~

She gasped but did not back away. There was nothing she could deny this man. He held her spellbound and she wasn’t at all sure if she ever wanted this particular spell to be broken.

~

When he finally reached her, he slowly took her hand and tenderly lifted it to his mouth.

~

Liz cried out at his touch, as if she had been singed.

~

He kissed the inside of her palm and relished the lingering scent of her. The pungent aroma assaulted his nostrils and began to stir his now flaccid groin.

~

Liz trembled. Her knees felt as if they would give way beneath her. Her dark brown eyes turned cinnamon with desire.

~

Max softly tugged at her arm bringing her within inches of his hard muscular body.

~

Liz felt the heat radiate from his body. “Damn he is just so hot,” Liz thought as she sucked in a breath and felt the lust in the pit of her stomach begin to renew itself.

~

With his large, manly hands on her waist, Max pulled her closer to him. Their bodies gravitated toward each other. Their auras intersected.

“Liz,” he whispered near her ear as his delectable mouth traveled down the side of her neck and took up residence at the nape. He trailed kissed up and down her throat again and again.

~

Liz shivered. Her trembling hands sought solace on his lean hips. His schooled lips played havoc on her senses. Sensation after sensation rippled through her, causing her tiny hands to grip him tighter and her ripe pink nipples to pucker.

Liz couldn’t bring herself to look at him as unadulterated lust over took her. With downcast eyes, she moved her neck away from his branding lips and rested her forehead on his chest.

~

Max kissed the top of her head and luxuriated in the sweet smell of strawberry that lingered there. He rubbed his smooth face against her sleek hair and relished the feel of it against his chin, cheek and neck.

“Liz,” he whispered in to her thick, silky mane.

When she made no attempt to answer, Max pulled her into his arms, more securely. He stood there content to do nothing more than hold her. He was amazed at this realization. He liked the feel of her against him.

~

Liz felt as though in his arms was where she was meant to be. Slowly, tentatively her hands slid from his narrow hips and looped themselves around his waist. Again she nestled her head into his chest . . . burrowing in, because she couldn’t get quite close enough to this man.

~

Max tightened his embrace.

~

A moan of intense need escaped from the depths of her soul and slipped past her lips.

~

Max gingerly grasped her chin with one hand and tilted her head back. The liquid fire of his eyes encountered the sensuous; luminous sparks in her dark depths. As a renewing flame of desire began to rekindle within his loins, he leaned forward and melded his lips to hers.

~

She clung to him.

TBC . . .




[ edited 3 time(s), last at 18-Dec-2001 4:23:02 AM ]
posted on 3-Dec-2001 4:13:49 AM
Sorry . . . I've been like the absentminded professor . . . I posted part three on the main board and forgot all about the repost board . . . I'll get to it . . .