Hide and Seek by Alyssa Brooks

and me sound old.” Walking around him, she inspected him thoroughly. From his six-pack and built pectoral muscles, to his broad, muscled back and arms, to his chiseled ass, she soaked in his every masculine feature. If she hadn’t known him, she’d have thought Maxim was in construction or some other blue-collar job, at least until she took note of his trimmed, well-kept nails. He was so built, so tanned, but Elisa knew that was simply from hours of indulgent efforts at the gym, not working hard. Maxim had never lifted a finger out of necessity his whole life. Then again, neither had she; her father was rich and she had a huge trust fund. But unlike him, she chose not to take advantage of the fact.
    If you asked her, what Maxim needed was a woman to put him in his place. Someone to jar him from his comfort zone. Maybe he’d never change, but she hoped he’d never forget her.
    Maxim shifted his stance. “Enjoying yourself?”
    â€œI will be.” She smiled smartly, and traced a finger over his wide shoulders, walking around to face him. “I think, Maxim, I’d like you to kiss my breasts first.”
    Wetting his lips, he nodded confidently. “Not a problem. I love—”
    Elisa put up her finger, quieting him. “Remember, you can’t touch any other part of me. Not until I say.”
    He smiled, probably because he didn’t get it, and then held out his hand. “Come here.”
    â€œPatience.” Elisa removed her nightgown, throwing it in a heap to the floor. She wore no bra—she rarely did—but she’d always made a point of ensuring her panties were sexy. Lace and silk made her feel feminine.
    Standing before him in only a pair of black thongs, confident in her role, her remaining anxiety dissipated. She felt powerful, womanly, and invincible. She loved it.
    Pressing a finger to his chest, she slowly trailed the digit downward, over his navel, to his cock. Her thumb rested on its wide head, flicking back and forth, and making him groan. “And you can’t touch yourself.”
    â€œNot a habit of mine,” he answered stiffly, his control already clearly in danger.
    Smiling, she bent down and kissed his tip gently, knowing damn well she was teasing him unmercifully and enjoying every second of it. “Not from what I’ve seen.”
    â€œThat was your doing.”
    â€œOh? How is that?” she asked, bringing her body closer to his, so that their thighs met. “Did watching me with a dildo turn you on?”
    â€œLike you wouldn’t believe.”
    A whoosh of relief flooded through her, transforming her embarrassment over the earlier scene into raw feminine power. Sexiness radiated through her body, making her glow.
    â€œThen I wonder how pleasuring me with one will make you feel.” She ground her cunt against his cock. “Especially when you can’t touch yourself for relief. Hmmmm…an interesting concept. I wonder, Maxim, if your desire for me will keep you here or drive you away.”
    His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and she grabbed his head, pulling his mouth to her breasts. Digging her fingers in his short hair, she smothered him with the lush flesh, adoring the feel of his face buried in her chest.
    Maxim gathered her breasts in his palms, lifting them, and bringing the mounds together. Gently, he kissed her left nipple, then her right, and slowly licked circles around her areolas. His tongue flicked over her nipples, coaxing the buds into tight peaks.
    Loving it, she mashed his face into her. “More! Harder!”
    Taking one of her hardened, sensation-infused nipples with his teeth, Maxim licked his tongue across its center, then suckled sharply, drawing arousal from her. With his free hand, he pinched and tweaked her opposite nipple, his attentions intense, not soft, not kind, and just the way she wanted. The way she needed. The way she commanded.
    Pleasure bolted through her