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Leyla held up her list. ‘Right, so the thing is, this is something everyone’s talking about and we want to be current. You take this list, pick one thing a day and then blog about the results.’
‘What if she doesn’t want to do something?’ Monica asked, reaching for a pastry.
‘Well … I guess you would blog about that. You don’t have to do anything you or Max are uncomfortable with, but I know you’re open-minded. That’s why I thought of you.’
Jess put her hand out for the list, a little surprised at herself for considering this. She had no idea what Max would say. He was no prude, but who knew what he’d make of this?
They had met in a bar – he was out with his suited-up solicitor friends and she was on a hen night. Unusual for her, but they had fallen into bed that very night. And it had been hot. They had moved in together a year later.
‘What the …’ Jess looked up from the list, laughing. ‘Leyla!’
Leyla grinned and shrugged. ‘Mmm?’
‘Threesomes, anal sex, dogging? I can just see Max’s face when I bring this assignment home.’
Everyone around the table laughed. Most appeared relieved they hadn’t been called on to do it.
‘What are the names and phone numbers for?’ Jess asked.
‘These are readers that Jason’s sounded out already. For each thing on the list, there’s a name and number for someone who does it and is happy to talk to you about it. Why they like it, what to do, stuff like that.’
Jess groaned and put her hand over her face. ‘How can I just ring some random guy and chat to him about why he likes peeing on people during sex?’
Leyla let out a massive laugh. ‘Jess, you’ll be fine.’
Jess looked at the list more carefully. She saw S & M, sex clubs … she couldn’t imagine how Max would react when she discussed this with him. She considered herself open-minded. She had a good sex life. They’d tried role-play and sex toys. Maybe she did have a few hang-ups too. And Max? Straight but very sexual. Maybe he’d be happy that his girlfriend had an assignment involving sexual experimentation. And as favours went, being OK with her getting paid to have sex – with him – wasn’t so bad, was it? It’s not like she was asking him if she could be a hooker. ‘Let me take the list and have a chat with Max tonight. I’ll text you later and let you know for definite.’
After the freelancers’ part of the meeting, Jess and a few others left the full-timers to it and headed home. Jess couldn’t think about anything but what Max might think about water sports.
Chapter Two (#u56ed0c98-2366-56af-8991-2351b3d420ac)
Jess spent the rest of the day pottering around the house, doing washing and ironing and planning how to convince Max that this sex list was a good idea.
It was a good idea, wasn’t it? She was pretty sure it was. People always wanted to know what other people were doing in the bedroom. How they measured up. Were they doing it enough? Not enough? Were they sexy enough, wild enough? Were they normal? What was normal?
She thought she was normal. She had always enjoyed sex, and definitely enjoyed it with Max. They had a loving relationship, and, though she wasn’t into any crazy stuff, she thought she was pretty good at sex. Telling the world what she got up to in the sack was a little more than she’d bargained for as an assignment, but she couldn’t fault it for not being interesting. Plus she needed the money.
It finally came to her as she finished her lunch. The blowjob. A blowjob.
Whenever she’d given one to Max, he’d said the words every woman wants to hear: ‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’
Well, she would test that theory tonight.
As part of her scheme, Jess dressed in a plum-coloured underwear set with a silky crimson wrap over the top. She left her long black hair loose, smeared on some red lippy and poured wine. Two steaks went into the oven and some jacket potatoes in the microwave. Operation Blowjob was underway.
When Max came home he entered in the usual fashion: the door banged against the wall, his keys dropped to the floor, there was a muttered ‘Shit!’ and then a ‘Fuck!’ as he bashed his knee on the hallway table.
‘Can we move this bloody table?’ he yelled by way of greeting as he stepped into the lounge.
‘Hey, honey …’ Jess smiled, perched on the end of the sofa, displaying her long legs.
‘Hey.’
She could tell straightaway that Max was distracted. He barely glanced at her before throwing himself into a chair and running his hands through his hair.
She sat back on the sofa, gave him a minute to grumble. She wanted to do her thing before they ate. But if he was feeling grouchy, there was no point. She knew him too well.
‘I’ve had a terrible day. Such stupid bloody solicitors on the Bertman side. Useless. Stalling. I was all set to go to court next week, now they’ve filed some stupid bloody …’ Max trailed off; he seemed to have finally noticed her existence.
Jess smiled and sat up, letting her wrap drop open, to better show off her cleavage.
Max sat up. ‘You look … great.’
‘Glad you noticed.’
‘You always look great. But don’t you normally have more clothes on when I come home?’
Jess stood and undid her wrap fully.
‘Is it my birthday?’ Max stood up and moved towards her. He cupped her backside in his hands and kissed her deeply. ‘Now my day feels better.’ He moved his mouth to her neck, kissed her soft skin and ran his hands across her bare stomach.
Jess moaned slightly as she loosened his tie. She eased away. ‘I had a plan for you tonight.’
‘Like what?’ Max pulled her closer and caressed her nipples through the lace of the bra.
‘Like me being in charge,’ she said, taking a step back.
‘I don’t mind that,’ he said and reached for her again.
Part of her just wanted to let him ravish her. Her nipples were erect and she was wet. What better way to finish this end-of-the-day greeting than by letting him lower her onto the sofa?
‘So. What. Are. You. Planning. To. Do. To. Me?’ Max asked, punctuating each word with a kiss, before slipping his tongue into her ear.
Jess felt her knees loosen and dropped onto the sofa. Max moved on top of her, his weight upon her, kissing her mouth, his tongue pushing against hers. She wriggled out from underneath him, getting her breath back. ‘I was meant to be treating you tonight, not the other way around.’
Max held his hands up in surrender. ‘Fine by me.’
Sitting back on the sofa, his tie loose and his hair tousled, he looked gorgeous. He always did. He was six feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes, and was slim, fit and well muscled.
Jess reached for his belt. As she started unbuckling it, he seemed to figure out what her plan was and closed his eyes.
‘One sec,’ Jess said, and reached to the table for his wine. ‘There –’ she passed it to him ‘– now you’re ready.’
Max took a sip. ‘Go for it.’
Jess undid his trousers. Max lifted himself up so she could pull them down. She left his trunk-style pants on and pulled off his shoes and trousers. ‘Socks off,’ she murmured, pulling them off and then stroking back up his legs and across his thighs. Immediately she could see how happy he was that she was taking charge; the bulge in his trunks strained against the material. She knelt in front of him and leaned in, kissed his legs and thighs and caressed his balls through the fabric.
Max groaned, sinking lower down the sofa as her tongue slipped under his trunks. ‘Take them off.’ His voice was gruff, full of longing. He lifted his bum off the sofa so she could pull his trunks all the way down. His cock sprang up and she caught it in her grasp and moved her hand up and down, letting the tip of him touch her lips after each stroke. She moved her mouth down his length as far as his balls, licked them gently, then took them into her mouth. Max’s fingers curled in her hair in encouragement.
Jess licked Max’s cock some more, then took the top half inside her mouth. Her hands played with his balls while she sucked on his length, softly and then harder, soft and hard, building a rhythm.
Max’s mouth hung open. He looked drunk, eyelids heavy. He reached down, slipped his fingers inside her bra and played with her nipples while she sucked him harder and harder and deeper and deeper.
When she eventually pulled back she unfastened her bra. Max groaned at the sight of her chest. Jess leaned down, caressing his cock with her breasts, rubbing them back and forth across him and then squeezing his length inside her cleavage. She lowered her chin, took the tip of him in her mouth and licked faster and faster.
Max cupped her breasts, writhing, and she took all of him in her mouth again, sucking hard until she felt his whole body stiffen. When he came inside her mouth, she continued to suck gently until he’d softened.
‘You could ask me for anything after doing that, and I’d say yes.’
Jess grinned.
She reached for her bra and Max put his arm up to stop her. He pulled her towards his chest and started kissing her again, his hands on her bottom, pushing the lace aside and caressing her skin, before flipping her round so that she was lying on the sofa and he was above her. He sucked her nipples, let his hand creep down and dipped a finger into her sex. He kissed down her body, her stomach, her thighs and then through her knickers. Then he tongued her pussy through the fabric of her knickers until Jess was writhing, her body desperate for release.
Off came her knickers, then Max resumed licking her, this time with a finger inside her. He reached up with his other hand to play with Jess’s nipples. Her orgasm built, her pussy pulsed.
When Max slowed down to circle her clit with his tongue, gently fingering her, the shuddering release of her second climax of the day came urgently.
Afterwards they lay together on the sofa. Jess trailed a finger across Max’s chest. ‘So I could ask you anything?’
‘Yeah. Anything.’ Max kissed her hair.
Jess climbed over him. ‘Don’t move.’
Max groaned. ‘Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. What have I agreed to here?’
Jess grinned. ‘You said “anything”.’
‘Right …’ Max said.
Jess came back with her wrap and the sex list. She covered herself up and passed the list to Max, who sat up, looking concerned. ‘What’s this?’
‘OK, so this is my new assignment from Leyla. It’s a blog piece.’
‘About these people and the weird sex stuff they do?’ Max passed the list back.
Jess shook her head. ‘Not quite.’
Max shrugged, reaching for his trunks, ‘What then?’
Jess snuggled closer. ‘Well, I, we, sort of … have to do it too.’
Max snatched the list back. ‘What? You want to have a threesome and write about it for some magazine blog? That people I know might read? No chance. Swinging? Dogging? Is Leyla having a laugh? Why isn’t she bloody doing it?’
Jess took the list. ‘OK, chill. They’re not all bad. And if we choose not to do something, then I write that we didn’t do it and why.’
‘Great! So then my friends can take the piss because I wasn’t up for a threesome? Thanks, Jess.’
‘Some of it we’ve already done.’
‘What? Sex clubs and swinging?’
‘No, like role-play and sex toys.’
‘I don’t like this, Jess. I’ve had a shit day. I’m in the middle of a shit case, and you trying to get me to pee all over you so you can blog about it isn’t helping.’ Max grabbed his clothes and slowly left the room.
Jess sat holding the list in one hand and her bra in the other. Not quite the response she’d been expecting.
* * *
Jess prepared their meal and called upstairs to Max. He came down to eat but remained quiet and sullen. She didn’t push him, just ate her food in silence, wishing she hadn’t gone into Fresh Vibe today. After tidying away the dishes while Max ignored her, she picked up her phone and sent a text to Leyla.
Max not up for it. Did try. Sorry. Speak tomorrow. Night.
Leyla texted back almost straightaway.
Ah, honey, that’s just a man trying to be in control. Give him some time. I promise you he’ll come round.
Chapter Three (#u56ed0c98-2366-56af-8991-2351b3d420ac)
After dinner, Max retreated to his study and closed the door. Jess caught up on the soaps. Was it that much to ask, really? She’d never been a demanding girlfriend. In fact, as relationships went, this was the easiest she’d ever experienced. They got on well, their sex life was great. Life was not complicated.
She supported him in his job – hours locked away in his study, phone calls at all times, parties where she had to schmooze up to the partners. She just wanted a little bit of the same back. After all, this was the man she might marry; she wanted to feel like they were on an equal footing. His job was important but so was hers. Later that night as they lay in bed the silence continued.
Eventually, Jess felt Max’s hand settle upon hers. She held on to it. ‘Sorry I was grumpy,’ Max said, turning towards her.
‘It’s OK.’ Jess kept a little pout in her voice.
‘I was just blindsided, I guess.’ He reached out his other arm and smoothed her hair, her cheek, her neck.
‘I love having sex,’ Max said, kissing her deeper now, his tongue hot against her skin.
‘Me too,’ she agreed, turning onto her side and kissing him back, nibbling his lower lip lightly, feeling him tense with lust.
‘Not sure I like you writing about it, though.’
Max ran his hand down her side, then pushed the covers off and ran his hand down her body again. ‘Take your PJs off.’
Jess hurriedly wriggled out of her short pyjamas and kicked them onto the floor.
Max was lying on his side and she moved in close to him, feeling the length of his body warm against hers. He always slept naked and she could feel his erection.
‘Lie on your back,’ Jess told him and then straddled him. ‘How about I write how handsome you are?’ Jess dipped her head and kissed him. ‘How strong you are?’ Jess ran her fingers along his arms. ‘How gorgeous you are?’ She ran her fingers down his chest and tweaked his nipples. She moved down the bed and licked the tip of his dick. ‘How big and hard you are?’
Max had his hands crossed behind his head. ‘Sounds about right …’ he said, his voice deepening.
Jess trailed her breasts across his cock and his balls, then kissed her way upwards, her tongue swirling across his balls, his dick, his stomach, chest, nipples, mouth. They kissed deeply, Max’s hands now on her breasts, squeezing and flicking at her nipples. Jess moaned, moved upwards and lowered a nipple into Max’s waiting mouth.
While he tongued her, she lowered her wet pussy onto his waiting cock. Up and down, up and down, she rode him while he sucked her nipples, first one and then the other, before holding them close to pull both into his mouth at the same time.