Max licked along her leg, feeling her tremble beneath his hands. He traced the seam of her inner thigh with his tongue. She was flushed and ready, her clit so swollen he could see it clearly in the flickering torchlight.
“Max, please.”
“Shh, baby.”
He parted her with a slow lick that made her whole body jerk. She was slippery and warm, her taste making his blood surge like it was sugar. There was nothing he liked better than eating pussy, having a girl grind against his mouth the way Julia was now. This was no storybook romance, but if he was going to fuck a girl he’d been lusting over for a year he was going to do it with her taste on his tongue.
Julia’s hands were clamped over her nipples, stroking the sensitive tips with mindless repetition. He applied more suction to her clit and slid a finger deep inside her, stroking the rough patch that made her tremble. It swelled against his fingerpads and Max willed himself not to rut against the carpet. She came slowly, her thighs shuddering, her breath stuttering out in bursts. Max drank her down, barely noticing the lack of oxygen. He kept licking until she forced his forehead away, half-laughing, half-sobbing. He swiped a hand over his mouth, sitting back on his heels. “Where are your condoms?”
Julia blinked up at him, confused. “Back pocket of my bag. But you don’t have to…”
“It’s not for me; it’s for you. I’d kill to feel your pussy raw, but we can’t clean up properly in here. It’ll be better this way.”
“Oh, I forgot about that.”
“The mess or the fact that we’re trapped in a storage closet?”
She smiled, running a hand over her nipples. “Both. You’re that good.”
Max grinned. “Be right back.”
He found Julia’s leather satchel resting near a stack of broken PC screens and dug out a condom. He shed his briefs and tore the wrapper open. He could feel Julia’s eyes on him as he took a deep breath and rolled the rubber down. It pinched the base of his cock but it wasn’t too painful. He returned to Julia, feeling slightly ridiculous to be standing in a roomful of junk with his condom-covered cock bouncing in front of him, but the heat in her gaze stopped him dead in his tracks. “Help you with something, ma’am?”
“Your body,” Julia said, her hazel eyes wide. “Have you always…?”
“Been this hairy? Yes.”
“No, it’s not that. I like the hair.”
“That’s good.” Some women didn’t and it inevitably became a sore point. He’d let an ex shave his chest once and it itched like an army of fire ants. “So what’s the problem?”
“Oh, there’s no problem. It’s just…I don’t remember you being sobig.”
Max kneeled down before her, sliding his knees between hers. “Is my prick that forgettable?”
Julia flushed. “No, it was very, very memorable, but I was, y’know, younger…”
Something inside Max slammed shut. He didn’t need to think about that. Luckily Julia seemed to be on the same wavelength. She stood, gesturing for him to lie down. “Let me go on top.”
“Are you sure?”
“I think with your whole penis deal it might work better.”
Max lay down, ignoring the hard press of fibers on his back. Julia straddled his hips, reaching between their bodies for his cock. Max watched her breasts bounce as she placed him between her folds. She was looking at him with a rare vulnerability in her eyes and a strange aching feeling opened in Max’s chest. He knew he should say something but he couldn’t find the words. He stayed silent as she placed her feet on either side of his hips and sank down.
Fucking hell. Max had to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep his crude, desperate words at bay. Julia was tighter than he could have imagined. She’d barely taken his head and already she was struggling to absorb him further.
She was wet and slick and he still wanted to black out from the pressure. Julia gripped his shoulders, pressing her pussy down, and Max swore he almost passed out. “Jules…honey.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll keep trying.”
“No, it’s not—”
She bobbed on his cock and Max moaned like a dying man. “Baby, we have to stop—”
Julia rocked against him like he was a hobbyhorse, effectively cutting off his words. “You’re overthinking this. I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Max babbled. “Just go easy, promise you won’t—fucking hell.”