“Yeah, explain why you make me feel like this. Then stop doing it,” he said brusquely.
Her swollen lips curved into a smile. “Where’s the fun in that? Come on, Max. Let’s fuck.”
Something in her casual “You do me, I’ll do you” tone rubbed him the wrong way. “I’m not a drive-through. You don’t place orders at my dick and proceed to the next window to collect.”
“Would you like me to seduce you? Sing a song? Try my hand at a lap dance?”
She brushed her fingers along his waistband. “Or maybe I could just put lips around your great big cock? I haven’t sucked you since Brett’s party and I promise I’ve gotten a lot better since then.”
Max groaned, hating Julia for bringing up the eager, hesitant girl who’d gotten on her knees for him in the forest, for reminding him she wasn’t always the tattooed, taunting woman fisting his shaft through his pants.
“Ilikedthe way you sucked my cock back then.”
Julia’s eyes narrowed. “Not enough to stay.”
True. Horrible but true. He tried to apologize or at least defend himself, but Julia tugged on his cock and he was kissing her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth in a way that was more aggression than passion. His feelings for Julia were like a big dumb animal crashing through his life, knocking valuable things over. It had been hard enough when they never spoke; how was he supposed to resist her when she was naked and on top of him? She battered her eyelashes at him and the next thing he knew he was being led around by his dick. He released Julia’s hair, needing to take some kind of control. “You wanna suck me off so bad, get on your knees.”
Julia didn’t hesitate. She slithered to the floor, tugging his briefs down around his thighs. “Anything you want, Senior Constable Connor.”
“Enough talking, brat. Do it.”
A mocking smile and then her mouth enveloped him. He swore, his hand reaching forward to cup the back of her skull. She was better at it now, drawing him in with slick, firm pulls.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he muttered. “Show me how much you want it.”
She could still barely get her mouth halfway down his cock but she was going hell for leather all the same, pumping his shaft with both hands. For someone who’d come twice in the last few hours, he was instantly on edge. He tortured himself thinking about all the men she’d practiced this on while he’d been gone, the anger delaying his too-fast climax. Feeling slightly sadistic, he seized a fistful of her hair. “You’re trying awfully hard down there, baby. You want me to give it to you, you want me to fill up your mouth?”
Julia didn’t answer, just sucked him harder, pumping with ruthless repetition.
Max cupped her cheek, his palm covering half her face. “Trying to make me lose control, huh? Or maybe you just want to drink me down the way you did the night we met? You were eager to please then too, weren’t you, baby?”
She moaned, the vibrations tingling up his shaft.
“Yeah, you were dying for it. So shy you almost passed out when I started fingering your pussy. Did you want me to fuck you? Did you want me to pull up your pretty dress and take you right against that tree?”
Julia moaned again and with another flare of sadism Max tugged her hair. “Would you have let me go bare if I was pushy enough? Would you have let me come inside you? Felt me dripping down your thighs afterward and been proud of what a good little lay you were?”
Julia’s eyes widened and Max flushed with guilt. “Fuck. Sorry.”
She shook her head, taking his cock as deep into her throat as it would go. “Mmmmghre,” she said, and it took Max a second to understand she was saying “more.” He closed his eyes, all but drowning in gratitude. She liked it. She liked sucking his cock while he said filthy things to her. She liked it because the dumb, blundering beast of their attraction had united them for a reason and that reason was hot fucking sex. With a groan, he withdrew from her mouth.
“Max?”
“Get your ass on the table.”
He pulled the condom he’d stashed in his pocket and shed his briefs and pants. His hands shook as he sheathed himself, lightheaded with lust and hunger and about a million premeditated regrets.
Julia sat herself on the wooden table, her pale thighs parted wide. He stepped between her knees, pushing her legs wider still. Julia’s breath hitched.
“You still want this? You want it rough?”
She met his gaze squarely, daring him to ask her again. “Yes.”
He yanked her closer. “Fine, get ready.”
But in spite of his threats, Max found himself holding off, mauling her breasts, and stroking her thighs until the rich, sweet smell of pussy flooded the air.
Julia squirmed against the wood. “Max, I need it.”