Author: Anne H
E-mail: naught_e_blonde⊕
Rating: Starts out pretty tame then hurtles helplessly into NC-17 oblivion
Category: Max/Liz
Spoilers: Not a lot really. Set post destiny.
Disclaimer: Well the song lyrics aren’t mine and like many women I wish I could claim Max Evans as my own but (sob!) alas, I’m only borrowing Max and co for my own twisted pleasure.
Summary: After destiny Max is feeling a little frustrated.
Authors notes: This is my first Roswell fanfic so feedback would be much appreciated. All script in brackets is music, erm, all smut lovers enjoy.

Part one.
He watched her hips sway gently as she walked across the car park, completely unconscious of his gaze, dragged along in the wake of hurricane DeLuca. The way her hair moved like liquid across her shoulders and back was enchanting. His eyes dropped to her ass and he felt a sharp tightening in his groin. God, he wanted her. It had been 2 months since he had discovered his ‘destiny’ and Liz had been keeping a fair distance from him. Tess on the other hand had never stopped bugging him. Every time he turned around she was giving him that half-accusing half-demanding look. Max jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder.

‘When are you going to stop avoiding me Max?’

Taking a deep breath Max turned around to face Tess’s pouting face.

‘I am your wife after all’ she simpered.

‘How many times do I have to tell you Tess we are not together! Do you honestly think you could walk into my life, destroy everything I’ve ever loved and have me fall at your feet?’ he growled.


‘For Gods sake Tess’ he mumbled as he stalked off towards the jeep.

Later that night Max lay in bed tossing and turning, trying unsuccessfully to get the thought of Liz out of his head. Images of her ass swaying provocatively in front of him permeated his brain.

‘AAAhhh!’. Max bunched his pillow up in his fist and tried to ignore the hard pulsing between his legs that was calling out for him to deal with. Slowly his fatigue forced his body into sleep with Liz running through his dreams.

Part two.
Liz was in heaven with the feeling of Max’s tongue darting over her clit, he was eating her like there was no tomorrow. She was sat on one of the tables at the Crashdown with her legs spread and Max between them spearing his tongue into her pussy.

‘Yes, right there, harder!’ she cried pulling at his hair to try and get him closer.

The familiar sensation like a corkscrew twisting in her stomach told her she was going to cum soon.

‘Max! Please fuck me! I want to feel you’

She felt Max’s knowing smile against her sopping wet lips then with a long lick from top to bottom he raised himself up. Liz tore through his jeans and boxers to get to Max’s massive cock and run it against her wet slit. He loved the way she jumped everyt ime the head came into contact with her clit.

‘Inside me please God Max’ her hands were clawing at his back as he slowly began to push inside of her.
Her heat enveloped him and her slick walls squeezed him tightly.

‘yes yes yes yes’ Max hesitated as he felt her barrier, looking into her eyes questioningly only to find reassurance in her eyes .He thrust forward forcefully, burying himself to the hilt. Liz cried out in pain then there was black.

Part three

‘Oh God!’ Liz woke up with a start ‘ what was that about?’.

She flopped back on the bed and waited for her breathing to slow down and her pussy to reduce its aching. She was having more and more of these dreams lately thanks to Max bloody Evans. She saw him looking at her in that secretive way when he thought she didn’t know. His eyes burned her. They stripped her naked. It was like he could read her mind and knew that it contained a thousand fantasies of him. He had a fantastic chest. Hang on just a minute there Parker, Remember the whole Tess situation? Hold your ground, don’t let him get to you. This was killing her. I hope he feels as frustrated as I do.

There was no way she was going to get rid of this ache by lying here and dreaming about Max and that fantastic chest of his. No she had another plan. Jumping out of bed Liz strode over to her wardrobe and pulled out a box hidden at the back. Tonight she was going to dance.

Max was stalking back and forth across his room trying to take his mind off the dream he had just woken from. The feeling of Liz Parker’s hot wet pussy grasping his cock was almost too much to bear, he had woken up with pre-cum leaking across his stomach and a frustrated groan. Normally he would deal with this himself with his hands but he didn’t want to wake his parents and Isabel by running a shower in the middle of the night. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt he headed out of his room and creeped down the stairs. A drive would calm him down.

Liz drove through Roswell to the one and only club. She had donned her ‘horny as hell’ outfit of tight leather pants, no underwear of course, and a black boned basque. She left her hair messy and tousled. It fit her mood. Pulling up to the club she mentally shook herself, psyching herself up for the music that she could lose herself in. Walking across to the entrance Liz heard the screech of tires behind her and turned. Max Evans was sitting in his jeep with a stunned expression on his face.

‘Well this is a turn of the tables.’ She thought, ‘this time I have the upper hand’

Come get me Max.

Max had been driving for over an hour before he passed the local night club. A familiar figure was winding her way through the car park. He couldn’t quite place her. Slowing the jeep down he squinted at the leather clad girl trying to recognize her. Then it hit him. Liz! He screeched the jeep to a halt staring at her as she slowly turned round. He knew his jaw was just about on his knees, he had never seen her look so erotic. With a sultry smile that pulled a string in his still throbbing groin she turned and headed into the club. Catching his breath Max grabbed his keys and dashed into the club after her.

As the music pounded in the club Max clambered through the throng of bodies trying to see the petite figure of Liz. The atmosphere was electric, sweaty bodies grinding together as the lyrics burned into his brain. Trying to make his way out of the sexual haze penetrating his brain he focused on one thing. Liz. Suddenly there she was in front of him consumed by the music, her head thrown back in ecstasy, twisting her hips and running her hands over her heated skin. Entranced, Max could only stare at this vision before him and desperately attempt to quell his throbbing erection.

(Express yourself, don’t repress yourself. Express yourself, don’t repress yourself. Express yourself, don’t repress yourself. Express yourself, don’t repress yourself. Express yourself, don’t repress yourself.)

Slowly her head raised, her eyes raking over him, taking in his excited state and his harsh breathing then coming to rest upon his mouth. Unconsciously her own opened, tongue snaking out to wet her lips. If he hadn’t been so gobsmacked Max would have moaned at the ‘fuck me’ look on her face.

(And I’m not sorry,
I’m not sorry.
It’s human nature.
It’s human nature.
And I’m not sorry,
I’m not sorry.
I’m not your bitch don’t hang your shit on me.)

Her eyes latched on to his frozen form as she began to make her way towards him. His gaze drank in her appearance, sweat soaked skin, tousled hair, the curves of her breasts above the bodice, and the way her tight leather pants hugged her…

‘Holy shit!’ he rasped.

Max could clearly see the outline of Liz’s pussy lips through her leather pants. Arousal raged through him as he watched the way the leather slid against her.

(Wouldn’t let me say the words I long to say, didn’t want to see light through my eyes. Tried to shove me back inside your narrow room, and silence me with bitterness and lies.
Did I say something wrong?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about sex.
I must’ve been crazy.
Did I stay to long?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t speak my mind.
What was I thinking?)

He felt her press against him, her breath tickled his ear,

‘God I could just fuck you right here’.

His eyes rolled back into his skull at the thought of taking Liz on the floor, not caring who saw, he was broken out of this by Liz supporting herself by sliding her arms around his neck then wrapping a leg around his waist. The sudden feeling of her pussy crushed against his hard cock knocked the breath out of Max, automatically his hands went to her ass and began squeezing them gently before grinding her hard against him.

(You punished me for telling you my fantasies, I’m breaking all the rules I didn’t know. You took my words and made a track for silly fools, you held me down and tried to make me break.
Did I say something true?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about sex.
I must’ve been crazy.
Did I have a point of view?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about you.
What was I thinking?)

‘Ohfuckohfuckohfuck’ he swore, struggling not to blow his load in his pants. He could feel her panting against his mouth,

‘You’re so hard Max, I can feel you rubbing against my clit. Mmm I want to cum around your cock Max’.

He opened his eyes to find her mouth inches from his own. Lowering his head to hers he attempted to catch her lips but was startled when she deftly avoided him, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. Growling, he tried again only to have her tongue sweeping to tease his then escaping before he could seal the kiss.

(Did I say something true?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about sex.
I must’ve been crazy.
Did I have a point of view?
Oops I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about you.
What was I thinking?)

Images flooded his brain, him slamming Liz against a wall and tearing through her bra to reach her breasts, him burying his face between her legs and biting her clit to hear her scream in pleasure, Liz writhing naked beneath him while he pounded into her. The familiar tightening in his balls let him know he wasn’t gonna
be able to hold it much longer.

‘Max I’m gonna cum’

(And I’m not sorry,
I’m not apologizing
It’s human nature.
Would it sound better if I were a man?
And I’m not sorry,
You’re the one with the problem
I’m not your bitch don’t hang your shit on me.)

Suddenly she untwisted her leg from him and slid her body down his. Brief confusion registered itself in Max’s brain before being wiped out by the feeling of Liz’s slim fingers squeezing his cock tightly through his jeans. His head snapped back, eyes shut, biting his lip hard to prevent a howl of frustration breaking out. He was teetering on the edge of release; he could almost feel it, if she would just move her fingers a little… Max’s eyes flew open in shock, searching for Liz but she had disappeared back into the crowd leaving his body screaming and his mind spinning with the last whispered word.

(Why don’t you just deal with it?)


Part four.

‘Serious blue balls’ thought Max. Limping slowly into the hallway of his home. He desperately needed to cum. Checking his watch he realized it was 5.45 am, fuck it, he was going in the shower. Gingerly making his way up the stairs and into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and locked the door.

Steam filled the room as Max carefully stripped his clothes from his stiff body. Groaning as a mental image of Liz’s tiny fingers tracing circles across her wet skin assaulted him without warning, he dived into the hot stream of water.

‘Destiny my ass’ he muttered. This was just plain torture. Liz Parker was attempting to drive the king of Antar out of his skull. He sighed as he reached for the soap. She was right though. Tess was supposed to be his destiny and she made that clear the day she walked away from the Granolith and left him there with Tess. Didn’t make it any easier. He still felt Liz like a fire in his veins and after tonight’s episode he was never going to be able to look at her without drooling.

‘Dammit, I didn’t ask for this’ When they had returned from the Granolith 2 months ago his heart had felt like bursting, he sat in silence as he drove Michael and Isabel home. When they arrived they sat for a moment in the jeep together.

‘So… You two are going to follow your destiny?’ he questioned.

Michael looked over at Isabel with a very serious expression and they contemplated each other for a long moment. Max couldn’t help but crack a grin when both of them broke into hysterical laughter.

‘I’m so sorry Michael but you’re like my brother’ Isabel choked out between giggles. ‘Theres no way I could ever…’

Max’s heart had healed just a little at that laughter. Michael and Isabel had never even thought about pursuing their former mates but instead formed relationships with humans. He was trapped into his fate. Liz had walked away from him. He didn’t quite understand her actions. He could feel the heat coming off her in waves sometimes, he could have sworn he could see her nipples tightening under his gaze but when he looked up she seemed not to even know he was there. She was fighting it for his destiny. If that was what she wanted then he would never win her back. Why try?

‘You never tried before. You let her go’ a voice in his head whispered.

He would just have to keep a distance from her to avoid situations like this again. He wasn’t going to be able to cope if she teased him then walked away. She really could push his buttons.

‘If only she would, you know you’re addicted’

Growling a little at his absolute lack of control when it came to Liz he turned his attention to matters at hand. Grasping his erection he began working the shaft from head to base then back up again enjoying the feeling of water coursing down him. He imagined what Liz’s hot little mouth would feel like wrapped around the head of his cock and his thrusts quickly sped up. God she drove him nuts, if she felt even half of what he did…

His train of thought was broken by a sharp jolt of pleasure running through his cock. Gasping he pressed his forehead to the wall of the shower and concentrated on keeping quiet enough not to wake anyone as thick streams of cum shot from his twitching cock. Losing control of his legs Max collapsed to the floor choking for breath. He definitely wouldn’t survive this again.

Part five.

Liz rocked back and forth on her heels contemplating calling Maria. The scene in the club buzzed around and around in her head. Max’s expression as he watched her dance, what a rush, the feeling of him completely aroused beneath her and for once not trying to hide it. The power she had felt as she watched the pleasure stamped on his features. Sliding away from him and wrapping her hand around his cock and saw him balance on the edge, totally in her control. Then something snapped. No. She wasn’t going to let him cum after the hell he put her though. Two months of sheer torture. If he wanted it he was going to have to work for it. She knew he wanted her, it was almost written in neon lights across his forehead.

No, if he wanted her he would have to put up a fight. Maybe a little encouragement was needed though. Mr. control certainly wasn’t at home right now and maybe she could use that.

‘Make him burn for you, make him want you till he can’t remember the word destiny’

That was it. She’d break him down. Leaning forward slightly she whispered one word in his ear.


Relinquishing her grasp on him she disappeared into the crowd and from a distance she watched him open his eyes and search for her. Cursing loudly he turned and limped out of the club.

Liz licked her lips at the prospect of driving Max insane. Revenge is sweet, and so deserved. Sitting on the floor in her panties she again looked at the phone but decided she would talk to Maria in the morning. Clambering back onto her bed she dove under the covers, curling up in a ball she fell asleep imagining all the ways she could drive Max mad.

The chase is on.

Part six.

‘AAAHHH! YOUR KIDDING!’ shrieked Maria landing on Liz’s bed in a fit of laughter. ‘What did his face look like?’ After a brief discussion on the phone Maria had come flying straight over to hear the full story.

‘It wasn’t really his face I was looking at’ Liz giggled which only sent Maria further into hysterics, ‘It was more the fact that a small family could have camped in his pants’. Turning serious Liz jumped onto the bed next to her convulsing friend. ‘Help me Maria?’

‘Sure what have you got in mind chica?’ Maria shook trying to compose herself. ‘Looking to drive dear Maxie up the wall?’

‘Kinda’ Liz’s eyes glowed dark with ideas, ‘Help me pick something to wear that will blow him away, I want him to know what its like to want something you can’t have…yet’. Maria’s eyes widened in anticipation. ‘Girl you are so bad’

Part seven.

‘Concentrate Max.’ he mumbled to himself, ‘just avoid her and don’t embarrass yourself, how hard can it be?’. Closing his locker and turning back into the hallway of Roswell high he noticed some commotion outside the doors. Passing it off as Isabel’s fan club he started towards his class but stopped dead as every wet dream he ever had came strolling through the door with a crowd of admirers gathered around her. Liz Parker was breath taking and apparently he wasn’t the only one who thought so. She was dressed in a knee length black skirt that was slit to her thigh on both sides showing a vast expanse of leg, Her top was a blood red jumper that clung lovingly to her curves with a deep v at the front showing more cleavage than Max could comprehend. Max hardened more than he thought possible as a fetish he never knew about clawed its way to the surface. Liz’s legs were encased in black leather high-heeled boots. A sound that resembled a gargle emerged from Max’s mouth as she approached him.

Reaching out with one hand Liz ran two fingers up his arm, ‘Hi Max, see you in biology’


Liz sitting with her journal writing about her fantasy of him eating her out, one hand buried beneath her T-shirt.


Liz sitting naked astride her hand, jerking up and down on it and gasping his name.


Liz standing in front of the mirror inspecting the black lace thong she was planning to wear,


Max heard that gurgle noise out of his mouth again. Falling back against the lockers he tried to catch his breath and ignore his body screaming for him to take her right now. Never breaking stride Liz disappeared around the corner. Maria’s voice echoed round the corridor.

‘Oh yeah baby!’

Part eight.

‘So Liz Parker can shake her ass, what’s the big deal Maxwell?’ Michael looked perplexed as he and Max approached Biology class. ‘You’re really jittery man, are you sure you’re gonna be alright?’

‘I’ll be fine. Michael she was wearing this thing and I could see…whoa and then she did this grinding thing and it was like…wow and have you seen her today?’ Max spluttered running his hands though his hair for the fortieth time today, he was positively buzzing with nervousness. How the hell was he supposed to get through a whole hour sitting next to her without jumping out of his chair every time she breathed?

‘Sorry I honestly cant picture it, Liz Parker and whoa just don’t go in the same senten…’

Michael’s voice trailed off as they reached the classroom door. Liz was at their shared desk with her head bent over her book. Her hair fell across her like a curtain, her arms were crossed under her bust enhancing her cleavage. Slowly Liz uncrossed her legs giving the two figures a considerable view up her legs. There was that black thong that had flashed across Max’s vision this morning. Michael’s jaw was wide open as Liz recrossed her legs never having looked up.


Max took a deep breath and headed into his classroom leaving a dazed and confused Michael wandering down the corridor. Sitting down Max quickly hid his obvious hardness under the table and pointed his at the board in front of him.

‘Today in class we will be learning the differences between the male and female sexual organs, now in your teams of two I want you to spread out through the school and begin work on a paper on the subject’

Could things get any worse? ‘Lets go Max’ whispered Liz in his ear, ‘I know a perfect place we can have all to ourselves’.

Gathering his things Max followed Liz to a small cramped classroom. Moving inside Liz dumped her stuff down on a desk and quickly produced a textbook. Thankful that his shirt covered the visible outline of yet another erection Max sat down on a desk and listened as Liz strolled around the room reading from the book.

‘When the male becomes fully erect he penetrates the female…’

Ok bad idea. Trying to ignore what Liz was saying he stared pointedly at the desk in front of him. Closing his eyes he tried not to picture doing to Liz exactly what she was describing to him, pulling her on top of him, unzipping these painfully tight pants, pushing that infuriating scrap of black lace away from her and spearing himself into her tight hot…

‘Max are you even listening to me?’

Shocked at the sound of Liz’s voice Max opened his eyes to find Liz perched on the desk on front of him with a leg on either side of his own. She was so close he could just reach out and take her or maybe pull her over to him and spend his lust in her.

Liz stared into Max’s eyes and watched the battle between lust and control.

‘Liz… please’ Max’s voice was hoarse, his fingers twitched at his sides and he fought his urges. Taking in a deep breath he froze. He could smell her. She was as turned on as he was, he could taste her, his mate was wet and ready for him. Max’s control shattered at that thought, a low growl came from his throat as his muscles tightened ready to pounce on his prey.

‘Please what Max? I don’t understand’ Liz’s breath stopped when an animal light flared in Max’s eyes. His lips curled in a feral growl. She didn’t have time to think before Max leapt at her pinning her to the desk beneath his weight.

Part nine.

The breath whooshed out of Liz’s lungs as Max descended on her. Moisture pooled between her legs as he pressed himself against her and proceeded to bite the side of her neck. His hands clamped down on her hips to keep her still while he rubbed his hard cock against her wetness.

‘Oh God no!’ thought Liz, ‘we’re in the middle of school!’

Struggling to escape Liz found Max’s hands only tightened. A sharp pain prodded one of her hips as she twisted. ‘Mine!’ snarled Max against her throat. Bucking her hips at him Max hissed at the friction and his grip loosened enough for Liz to escape. He lunged for her as she ran to the other side of the room but missed. Liz suddenly realized what a bad mistake she had made when she turned to face Max. Shifting slightly on his feet Max reached behind him and sealed the door. Trapped.

Max’s eyes were liquid amber burning with animal hunger, his muscles bunches and relaxed under his shirt as he moved slowly and stealthily across the classroom, stalking his victim. Liz’s legs were shaking, out of fear of the alien hunting her or out of sheer arousal at Max’s state, she didn’t know.

‘M…m…m…Max, we’re in school’

‘I don’t care’

‘What about Tess?’

‘Fuck Tess! Fuck destiny! Come here!’ he spat.

‘No not here’ She had to get him out of here, had to calm him down, what the hell had she done? She hadn’t even been trying!

Slowly but surely Max was closing the distance between them, forcing Liz into a corner. He felt like his blood was alight, his entire body was burning up, and he was so hard it was painful. Never taking his eyes off her he reached down and undid the first few buttons on his jeans. Liz’s eyes flew to the movement of his hand and widened visibly. Her entire mouth went dry at the sight of him, he wasn’t wearing boxers and the few inches she could see were glistening with pre cum. She wanted to drop to her knees and taste it, suck it, feel him throbbing in her mouth. Max followed this train of thought on her face and felt a swell of male satisfaction when her mouth opened a little as she stared. Liz was so engrossed with her fantasies she didn’t realize Max had backed her into a corner until her back hit the wall. Startled, she looked up. The only sounds in the whole room were their harsh breathing.

Franticly looking for a way out Liz decided it was time to make a run for it. Darting to her side she tried to dash past Max but he was to quick for her. Lifting her up he bumped her back against the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist, giving a guttural moan when her heat came in contact with the tip of his cock. Deciding he didn’t like the feel of scratchy lace against his sensitive flesh he reached down and tore the offending material away from her hips. Liz cried out in panic but quickly subsided to moans of pleasure as he pushed her jumper to the side to suckle her stiff nipples through her black lace bra.

The feeling of his naked cock pressed so intimately against her and his fingers exploring the entrance to hot tight wet hole Liz could have exploded with pleasure. Grinding her clit against his erection she felt him jerk and redouble his efforts on her breasts, his hands sliding to support her ass. Moaning reasons why they should stop she began to slide up and down against his exposed cock feeling a shock of pleasure run through him. She soaked him with her arousal, slipping herself over him until his hips thrust against her involuntarily, accidentally penetrating her with the tip of his cock. She stopped dead at this new sensation, holding an inch of him inside her. He had ceased nibbling on her breasts and was now holding his breath, his eyes slitted shut suppressing urges. His hips jerked helplessly again creating a shockwave of pleasure through Liz who tightened her muscles around him.

‘Please… yes, go on’ Max was panting ferociously against her chest. With a whimper of submission Liz forced herself down on him, crying in frustration when his jeans stopped her progress. Scrabbling in between them Max managed to undo one button, unable to help himself when he withdrew a little and plunged back in a bit deeper this time. Liz was desperately clenching and unclenching her muscles around him, trying to draw him deeper. Another button popped open and Max withdrew again.

Suddenly a banging at the door broke his concentration. ‘Maxwell, put down the books. Its lunch time!’

Trying to ignore to interruption Max thrust forward again loving every second of Liz’s tight walls squeezing him.

‘On the count of three I’m coming in there Maxwell’

Grinding his teeth together Max withdrew from Liz and lowered her to the ground. Buttoning his fly up he walked across the room and wrenched the door open. Glaring at Michael he muttered ‘I'm never going to forgive you for this one. What do you want?’

‘Food preferably’ Michael grinned, ‘hey, what’s the matter with you?’

‘Nothing’ groaned Max leaning back against the door and closing his eyes. When he reopened them it was just in time to see Liz slip past him into the hallway. Unwilling to make a grab at her in front of Michael he watched her scamper away down the corridor.

‘You owe me big for this one Michael’

Part ten.

‘Oh holy crap’ thought Liz for the seventh time in the past minute. Lying face down on her bed she wondered what the hell had happened this morning. Her skin ached, her pussy was throbbing and slightly tender, she hadn’t realized teasing Max would be so difficult on her. It was kinda nice though having him go all cave-alien on her, the way he moved was slow and sinuous like a big jungle cat with absolute possession in his eyes. It was what she wanted after all. Jumping up she moved over to the mirror and stood in her panties in front of it to brush her hair. Tying it in a ponytail to keep it out of her face while she slept she felt a delicious shiver run down her spine. She curled back up in bed and remembered the course of the day.

For the rest of the day, everywhere she had went she felt his eyes on her. He was now fully aware of her lack of underwear, the wetness of her thighs since he tore her thong away from her. Sitting at lunch she felt invisible fingers pressing between her lower lips and toying with her clit. Suppressing a moan she searched the crowds for him but was unable to find him. The psychic assault continued as Liz tried to eat her lunch in dignity, her body trembling and fighting release.

Max watched her from a safe distance resisting his silent caresses. She couldn’t keep it up for long. Soon she’d drop right into his lap screaming for his cum. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath and inhaled her scent that was permeated into his clothing. The front of his jeans was damp, a violent reminder of what almost happened. So close. Opening his eyes he slipped an invisible digit inside of Liz feeling for and pressing her g-spot. Her back straightened suddenly then she made a mad dash for the girl’s loo’s with Max in close pursuit. Running desperately into the toilets she flung open the first door that she came to and locked it behind her. Flinging the toilet lid down she sat down, spread her legs and let Max do as he wished.
Max of course was outside the loo’s listening to Liz crying with abandon at his touch. It was so tempting to barge in there and take her when he knew she wouldn’t object. Licking his lips he heard a louder moan and couldn’t help a smile spreading across his face. No he was going to play for a while until she gave up the assumption she could drive him wild, then leave, and get away with it. She would have to come to him.
Liz almost screamed at the touch of Max’s lips on her wet sex, crying loudly at the orgasm shaking her body. He was near. Even through her dazed mind she could feel lust pouring off him. He wanted her badly, and it aroused her beyond belief. Straightening herself up she took a deep breath and headed out the door. She was bearly outside when a hand reached out and trailed down her back setting her skin on fire, her body would recognize that touch anywhere.


Max stalking across his bedroom trying to get her out of his mind.


Max gasping her name as he came hard.


Max describing the sensation of having her riding against him to Michael.


Feeling like she had been punched in the stomach she twirled around to find Max leaning against the wall with a smile upon his face. She would have said he looked completely relaxed except that thought was contradicted by the visible outline of his hard cock and the liquid quality of his eyes. His eyes said he wanted to have her right here, he could eat her alive. With a gasp Liz turned and ran from the statement in those eyes.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

Part eleven.

Their eyes locked, each carefully circling the other and refusing to back down. Max’s breathing was coming in hard pants as he watched her counter every move he made to get closer to her. They were in a large room, both painfully aware of the presence of a welcoming looking bed in the corner. It would be so easy just to lie back on that bed and let her… Max pushed the treacherous thought away, determined that he would be the victor from this stalemate.

‘Give it up Max, you know you cant resist for long’ She murmured softly ‘Just admit I win and then we can do whatever you want’

Whatever… a tempting prospect. ‘You won’t put up to much of a fight once I get my hands on you’ he purred.

He made a rush at her right side but she was prepared and quickly dodged away, laughing at him.

‘Nice try. You’ll give in soon enough. Just imagine what I can do to you once you do’ She let her eyes wander down his body and stop over his crotch. A suggestive smile crossed her face ‘ maybe I can convince you.’

His breath caught in his throat as her hand began undoing the buttons of her blouse. She was right, he couldn’t resist all that skin. It was too much to bear watching each button pop through its little hole. Entranced he watched her hands pulling the blouse off her shoulders then sliding along to cup her breasts through her bra. Unable to help the growl in his throat he watched her tweak her nipples between her finger and thumb.

‘Stop it’ he ground out feeling his body harden even more.

‘You don’t really want me to. You love watching me touch myself, knowing I’m wet for you. But you don’t have to just watch, you could join in if you give in to me’

‘No!’ he choked out using every inch of his willpower to stay still as her fingers wandered to her pants.

‘You want to and you know it’ the pants slipped over her hips. ‘Remember how tight I was around you Max?’ Her finger slipped under the waistband of her panties and her moan shook him to the core when she reached her pussy. ‘Come on Max’ she panted ‘I want you inside of me’

His fingers twitched convulsively at his sides, wanting something to do as a distraction. Reaching up he pulled his shirt over his head and then slid his pants over his legs. This took him longer than usual because his hands were trembling so badly. Liz’s eyes fixed on his naked cock and with a small cry her hand began to work faster inside of her.

Max’s legs couldn’t support him much longer so he sat down on the floor and wrapped his own hand around his throbbing cock. She reached a shaky hand around her back and undid her bra, which joined the jumble of other clothes behind her, reluctantly she slid her fingers out of herself and then pulled her panties down giving him a full view. Her scent drifted over to him and he closed his eyes, jerking hard on his swollen cock. When he opened them again Liz was kneeling in front of him. Never losing eye contact she slowly pulled his hand from himself and pushed him down on his back. Confused, he lay back willingly until he felt her hands pinning his wrists to the floor and he hot breath brushing his sensitive skin.

‘Liz?’ he began to question but was cut off abruptly when he felt the touch of her tongue tasting his pre cum. Max’s whole body shuddered with pleasure as she traced the vein running up the centre of his erection, his wrists pulling forcefully, trying to escape from her tight grasp so he could push that sweet mouth over his whole length.

All thoughts were pushed from his head when her mouth closed over the tip of him, sucking and running her tongue over it.

‘FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!’ His back arched violently off the ground as he struggled against her grip, feeling her take more of him in then slide him in and out of her mouth, mimicking what he so badly wanted to do to her.

Pressing a leg against her wet pussy he rubbed her as best he could, feeling he body respond loosening her grip and moaning around his hard member. Groaning obscenities at the vibrations he managed to tear an arm away from her. Catching her free arm he dragged her up his body, hissing at the sensation when he came to rest between her thighs.

Using his now free hands he sealed her body against his, glorying at the feel of her naked breasts against his chest, and finally captured her mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue inside his hands searched out every inch of skin he could find, running down her back and across her breasts, but he broke this kiss to gasp for air when she ground her wetness down on him.

‘Give in Max and just push into me’ Her voice was a hoarse whisper against his neck.

‘No!’ It was a strangled cry as he buried his face against her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Her hand reached down between them and grasped him, pressing him into her, hearing a noise burst from his throat. Keeping her hand wrapped around him she began to ride the first two inches of him but not allowing him further.

‘Give in Max!’

Max had forgotten to breathe. His face was contorted with pleasure as his body found her rhythm and thrust wildly into her. Tortured by the fact he couldn’t penetrate her fully, his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise her, he jerked her forward so he could reach her lips.

Caught off guard Liz threw both her hands out onto his chest to keep her balance. Looking into Max’s face for a split second she realized her error. Max’s ears were ringing with their screams of pleasure when he slammed home.

Sitting up in his own, and very devoid of Liz Parker bed he blinked in the darkness as reality slowly dawned on him.

‘Oh for fucks sake, you have got to be kidding me!!!’ Turning he punched his pillow and cursed. ‘Not again’

Part Twelve.

Liz felt like kicking herself. Kicking Max Evans also seemed like a good idea. He was so deeply embedded in her psyche that these dreams she was conjuring up were getting more realistic. She could almost taste his pre cum in her mouth, almost smell his scent on her skin. If it was real she wouldn’t be complaining but for now she was just going to keep ending up with a very irritable feeling in the morning. Mumbling to herself she wrapped her blanket around herself and stared at the ceiling.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over her window. Holding her breath Liz prayed that it was just a cloud passing over the moon but no cloud could be opening the window and sliding into her room like that. Keeping stock-still she watched the figure close the window and then walk over to the door, shutting it and locking it. The dark shape drifted towards her, she felt its weight pressing the bed down at her side and gentle fingers drifting through her hair.

‘I cant stop dreaming about you Liz’ Max’s voice drifted lazily to her ears. ‘You’ve invaded me. I know you’re awake, I can feel your heart pounding through your skin.’

Liz couldn’t help releasing a shaky breath as Max slid his lips across her neck, smiling as he traced the outline of her mouth which opened invitingly even though her eyes remained shut. Her body was still throbbing and demanding satisfaction even though his touch was light on her skin.

‘You’re taste is addictive, like a drug in my blood’ he breathed against her mouth, nipping lightly at her bottom lip but not letting her closer. ‘You feel it too, the need to be together, but I intend to draw out this game as long as I can so when we do finally come together you will come apart in my arms’. Liz eyes opened to stare straight into pools of liquid amber, burning with unfulfilled hunger. With a sly smile she yawned and stretched, kicking her covers down and arching her bare breasts into the air in the pretense of stretching.

‘That is a dirty trick’ he purred, tracing the hollow valley between them with his fingers. Skillfully he kicked off his shoes and dropped his jacket to the ground, swinging his body on top of her and settling between her thighs. ‘Don’t play with fire Liz or I will give you what you’re after’

Feeling the cold in her nearly naked state, Liz dragged her blanket over them both and wiggled her hips to get comfortable. Shocked suddenly at the feel of him grasping at her to stop her movement she looked into his face questioningly.

‘You have no idea what you do to me do you?’ he rasped, bringing his mouth down to her nipples and gently laving one. ‘Maybe I can return the favor’. Liz’s body twisted in ecstasy under Max’s mouth as he tugged on her nipple with his lips before sucking it deeply into his mouth. A sudden urge to pinch herself and make sure she was awake overcame Liz but was wiped out by the feeling of her orgasm searing through her, startling Max with its intensity.

‘God Liz I bearly touched you!’ he whispered amazed. Liz was scrabbling at his pants to get them open but he jerked away before she could touch him, if she did he would explode as fast as she did. Sliding himself down her body he peeled her panties off her hips as he went noting her wetness. Liz’s heartbeat leaped in reaction to the feeling of his warm breath on her damp curls.

‘I believe there’s a fantasy I can fulfill while I’m here’ Softly he parted her folds with a finger, hearing her gasps muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in. Leaning forward he tentatively pressed his tongue to the swollen nub of flesh hiding in her curls and delighted at her cry of pleasure. Pressing her thighs further apart with his hands he plunged forward and began alternating between twisting his tongue inside of her and nipping her clit lightly with his teeth.

Liz thrashed about underneath him clawing at the sheets to keep her grip on reality. His name coursed from her lips like a litany as she drew near her second orgasm. A corkscrew of lust twisted in her stomach as Max sucked hard on her clit, bringing her to the edge.

‘That feeling of sheer lust, that ache inside, that’s how you make me feel Liz.’ Her haze of desire slowly dissipated as she realized he had pulled away and was reaching for his jacket, intending to leave her so close.

A sob rose in her throat and he froze, turning to face her he saw that she was unable to help herself and was plunging her fingers into her pussy. It was the most erotic thing he had seen in his life and the sight of Liz cumming around her own fingers destroyed any chance he had of getting away safely tonight. He dropped his jacket to the floor and within two strides he was on her, tearing away his clothes and finally giving free reign to his passion.

Part Thirteen

Buttons flew across the room as Liz tore through Max’s shirt to reach his flesh as he tossed his jeans to meet her panties. She ran her open mouth across his chest and tugged gently on his nipples until he swore and forced her down onto her back, crushing her under his weight. Liz was just a tangle of silky hair and miles of bare skin pressed against his nakedness. Her scent was driving him crazy, the innocent kisses she pressed against his face were like fuel to the fire.

She had wrapped her legs around his waist and was moving her hips in slow circles, teasing the sensitive head of his cock with her wetness. Max wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose but it was setting off fireworks behind his eyes. His basic instincts had taken over, he licked and bit at every piece of flesh within his reach, burning to be inside her.

She swung herself on top of him and was twisting her body against him. The vision of Liz straddling him was forever burned into his mind from that point on as his body jerked and fought release.

She made a low sound in her throat as he positioned himself at her entrance and his hands gripped her hips. Taking a deep breath he slammed himself hard into her tight wet hole, hearing a cry of completion from Liz as her shattered her virginity.

She twisted on top of him, impaled on his throbbing erection as she resisted the urge to just cum around him instantly. Max’s heart was beating wildly as the sensation of being sheathed completely inside of Liz washed over him. His body strained as the pent up feelings of desire threatened to push him over the edge, he refused to open his eyes, fearing that seeing Liz’s body surrounding his would force him to explode.

‘Max’ she whispered ‘We have to stop, we need protection. Please tell me you have a condom’

From the way all his breath went out of him at once she guessed he didn’t.

Slowly, Max peered out beneath his lashes at Liz. Her face was flushed with desire, she was biting on her lip in an effort to distract herself from the feeling of being filled with Max, her breasts were thrust forward as she kept her balance upon him.

Helplessly, Max hardened to breaking point inside of her. The sudden feeling of being stretched further around Max was more than Liz could take and her self control broke. With a cry she lifted herself up and brought her body down on him again, convulsing mindlessly around him.

Max’s will power had never been so tested in his entire life, his body jerked and shook as he felt Liz tighten around his cock, desperate to spill himself into her. Choking for air he let her ride her orgasm out against him, feeling tremors running through her muscles. As she caught her breath she looked down at Max, seeing him in agony, an idea came to mind.

Lifting herself quickly off him, she heard him cry out at the friction. Wrapping her mouth around his cock she sucked as hard as she could and was rewarded with a shout of satisfaction as he came in her mouth.

Max’s body was screaming as Liz drank down his cum, he shuddered as it shot out of him in streams, crying out loud at the sensation of her delicate fingers gently squeezing his balls until finally he collapsed from exhaustion.

Liz crawled up next to him, pulling her blankets with her and covering his cooling body. Pulling her into his arms he managed a whispered ‘thank you’ before sleep claimed him