Free Her Best Friend's Brother by Nicolette Lyons

chocolate-filled wafer inside, then back out, sucking on the length.
    “Stop it.”
    “Problem?” She bit the cookie and chewed, struggling to keep her smile to herself. Max’s appetite for her was…thrilling. Unending. And even though she’d suspected things would calm once they’d had sex a few times, and Max had gotten it out of his system, if anything his desire for her had increased. Just like her desire for him had increased. That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Considering they knew each other’s body’s so well?
    “I can’t watch you do that and not want you to do that to me.”
    “When and where,” she said, lifting her napkin from her lap to lightly tidy her lips. That chocolate dessert meant extra days in the gym when she got home.
    The music started and the crowd cheered as the entertainment for the evening was announced.
    She looked around them, and saw a few other couples on balconies across the long expanse of rooms, but given the hour and the entertainment, Chloe realized no one paid them any attention. Which is why she got up and grabbed the pillow from her seat, then waved a hand for Max to scoot his chair back, giving her room to drop to her knees atop the cushion.
    Max’s nostrils flared when he realized her intent, but he didn’t protest. Not that many men would.
    She unfastened his khaki shorts and freed his semi-hard erection, watching as it expanded even more at her touch. “And you say I’m eager,” she whispered.
    “Suck me. Let me watch you.”
    Max’s hands slid into her hair, holding it back while she opened her mouth and sucked on the thick head. A tinge of semen filled her mouth and mixed with the chocolate of the dessert, creating an all-new flavor that left her squeezing her thighs together to stem the moisture pooling between her legs.
    She wore a short robe she’d donned fresh from a shower, and now she was more than aware of her nakedness beneath the soft cotton when sucking on Max’s cock made her warm and squirmy inside.
    The show went on down below, and the night turned darker as she licked and sucked and stroked Max’s cock, using her hands to add to his pleasure.
    “Stand up.”
    Shaky, she pushed to her feet using the arms of Max’s chair to balance herself, but when she was nearly upright he lifted one leg and threaded it through beneath the arm and atop his thigh, helping her maintain her balance when that foot touched the balcony floor, to lift her other leg and thread it beneath the other arm so that she sat facing him. “We’ll shock our neighbors.”
    “They’re watching the show or doing the same as we are,” Max whispered into her ear, adjusting her so that she slid down the length of his cock and coated him with her wet warmth before lifting her up and fitting himself in place.
    “Oh, Max.” There was something about making love outdoors. About the risk of possibly being seen even though she knew he was right and the others on the balcony either watched the show or shared private moments like this. It was dark now, the lights from the performance not reaching the balcony. Other than shadowy figures pressed close together, no one could see what they did. But that didn’t take the anticipation or the fantasy of being watched away.
    Max’s hands loosened her robe just enough to slip inside to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples, pinching them until she squirmed from the pleasure shooting to her core. Filled full of hard, swelling cock, she placed her hands on Max’s shoulders and began to rock against him, loving the position because she was face-to-face with Max, and with every move her clit rubbed against him, teased by his skin.
    Max’s mouth fastened over hers and he kissed her, his tongue stroking into her mouth to play with hers while his hands roamed over her body beneath the robe. Her breasts, her back. Her hips. He squeezed her behind and lifted her up, changing the angle of his thrusts so that gravity carried him deeper as she sank