He slid back inside, making her feel every last inch of him, but he wasn’t done torturing her yet. He clapped a hand on her shoulder and held her completely still, so no matter how hard Julia bucked she couldn’t get the stimulation she needed. “Please Max, please. I’m so close. I’m so wet.”
“And you’re gonna stay that way until you say the whole thing.”
“Wh-what?”
“My whole name. Say it.”
She looked over her shoulder and glared daggers at him. “You’re an arrogant, fucking, torturous aresholeprick.”
“I am. You know why?” He thrust into her once, making her shriek with sudden, explosive pleasure. “Because I’ve got the goods to back it up. Now, say my name and I’ll make you come so hard you lose your fucking mind.”
Hating him, but hating the ache inside herself more, Julia drew precious air into her lungs. “Max Connor.”
“Good girl.” Max reached down and pressed a rough thumb to her clit. “Now keep saying it.”
There was no tenderness in what came next. Max’s body pummeled hers, creating electric waves of pleasure that soothed even as they scratched. His thumb sat right against her clit and didn’t move, not when she writhed like a demon, not when she came with a scream that should have shattered the reinforced door. Through it all, she said Max’s name until her throat was hoarse, until her whole body was wracking with spasms. It was bliss, filthy, animalistic bliss.
“I’m gonna come,” Max grunted. “Gonna come inside you. Keep saying my name.”
She’d never heard a guy finish like Max, all loud and unapologetic, bucking like a stallion. He pulsed inside her, his fingers biting into her hips, and Julia imagined there was no condom between them, that he was emptying himself in her, branding her as his. The thought combined with those wild, feral slaps were enough to kick her into overdrive. Her pussy pulsed with the thick, fat tremors of a second climax and she jerked back against Max’s body, savoring each sweet-painful throb.
They both collapsed on the table, surfers wiped out by the same wave. Max kissed the back of her neck and pulled away, leaving her aching and empty. She watched as he tied up the condom and deposited it somewhere. They’d have to do a sweep of the place before Monday. Their discovery would be embarrassing enough without Henrietta finding a bunch of used condoms scattered around. Unsure what to do but averse to staying bent over the table like a hard-core pinup, she re-donned her panties and Max’s T-shirt and staggered over to her slab of carpet.
There she curled up in a ball and tried to sort through her feelings, which spanned from “holy shit, this is the best sex I’ve ever had” to “what the fuck is going on here?”
Max returned, rubbing a hand over his chest. “Fuck me. That was amazing.”
Julia smiled, not sure what to make of this situation. Should she invite him onto her carpet? Was that the polite thing to do, or would he take the opportunity to bring up some invasive pillow talk? He didn’t look like he wanted to keep grilling her; all the aggression was gone from his face and he was smiling.
“I don’t look half as good in that thing as you do,” he said, nodding toward his T-shirt.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not. What kind of ungrateful lay do you think I am?” He grinned. “Can I share your carpet? I’m into post-fuck cuddling.”
The expression jarred so painfully inside her it didn’t make sense. Then she recalled what he’d said to her the night they’d met“Did I mention we can cuddle afterward?”Her brain begged her not to do what she knew was a recipe for more pain, but Julia must have been a masochist in more ways than one because she said, “Sure.”
Max lay down and pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in his warm, solid strength and it took everything she had not to squirm with girlish satisfaction.
They lay there silently for a while, their hearts pumping side by side. Julia desperately wanted to know what Max was thinking but knew uttering the phrase “what are you thinking?” would kill her.
Keep it light, she urged herself.Talk about something guys like.She cast her mind around for an appropriate topic and could think about nothing except Max’s semi-hard cock and how it was pressed against her butt.Guys like it when you speak admiringly of their dicks, right?
“I can’t believe that thing was inside me,” she said, wriggling against him so he knew exactly what she was referring to.
“I can. But the question is, did it feel good?”
“When my pelvis wakes up I’ll let you know.”
Max kissed her neck, the gesture so casually affectionate her heart almost stopped. “Glad to hear it. Sorry if I stink, by the way. I don’t have any deodorant.”
“Neither did I. We can be all sweaty together.”
His laugh ruffled her hair. “Jules, about before…”
It’s happening! SWAT teams, go! Go! Go!She wriggled around and pressed a finger to his lips. “No. No talking.”
Max bit her finger and shook it like a puppy terrorizing a shoe. Julia giggled, the sound as bizarre to her ears as it had been the first time he made her do it. “I mean it.”