“It’s kinda rough.” He grunted, trying and failing to slow his pumping hips.
“I don’t care. I like you like this. All wound up and panting for me.”
“Greedy little slut,” Max spat and was immediately flooded with guilt. “Shit. Jules. I’m sorry.”
She drew his earlobe into her mouth and bit down. “I am a greedy little slut, Max. What are you going to do about it?”
Max felt his dick swell, his whole body tense, and with Julia’s permission he let go of his last scraps of decency, driving his cock deep as his mouth uttered things he’d never said aloud before.
Julia moaned, dragging her nails down his back and urging him on and he came. It was like a ten-thousand-foot drop from an airplane, no resistance, nothing to cling to but release. He poured himself inside Julia, losing everything else in the process. He couldn’t have spoken his name, told you his address as he thrust and jerked with waves of bone-deep pleasure, but he knew Julia was watching him, could feel her approval even with his eyes screwed up tight.
“Good,” she whispered, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheeks. “That was so, so good.”
It took every shred of will Max possessed to pull out and dispose of the condom. He stumbled to the bin and placed the remains of what he and Julia had done inside it. When he returned, Julia was tugging her flannel back on.
“You better not be going back to your bed. Carpet. Whatever,” Max declared, lying down and tugging her back into his arms.
“But I think the mice have gone.”
“Fuck the mice,” Max said nuzzling into her neck. “How are you feeling?”
Julia squirmed against him. “Good. Surprised to discover a certain upstanding police officer is a complete foul-mouth in the sack.”
Max flushed. “I've always been like this in bed. You want me to tone it down?”
“No. Bossy guys turn me on.” There was a beat. “In the sack. Bossy guys turn me on in the sack. You take this alpha dog thing out into the real world and I’m gonna get pissed.”
Max laughed. “I won’t.”
Julia kissed his cheek. “Good. And you have to deliver the orgasms. The orgasms are a big part of my accepting your domineering sexiness.”
He cupped her small breast, stroking the nipple. “Is that right, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, that feels awesome but I think I’ve had enough domineering sexiness for one night.”
Max let go of her breast and squeezed her around the middle instead. “How did you know I was holding back before?”
“You were chewing your mouth. You looked like you were going to explode.”
Max bit her ear, a little thrilled to have been found out. “Is it a problem?”
“Not at all. It turns me on. But I guess you knew that just like you knew I liked being held down and…other things.”
Max hugged her tighter. “What you like in bed has nothing to do with what you’re into the rest of the time, Jules. You’re still a beautiful, intelligent hipster.”
She reached behind herself and yanked his hair. “I’ll get you for it tomorrow.”
“Hate to break it to you, baby, but it’s already tomorrow. It’s five in the morning.”
Julia yawned. “That explains why I’m so tired. If the mice come back will you kill them without me?”
Max buried his face in her neck. “Of course, baby.”
But he wouldn’t. Nothing was going to take him away from Julia’s naked body.
Chapter 12
JULIAwoke with Max’s leg slung over her hip, his breath ruffling her hair. She had rug burn on her shoulders, her stomach was growling, and her pussy positively ached. It was beautiful.