There was a sweet strain as he slid the head of his cock inside her. “Because you need it harder. You need to remember how this feels so next time you wear a prick-teasing skirt like that you know what’s coming when you let me catch you.”
Max moaned as he worked himself inside, the noise vibrating down Julia’s back. He reached down and rubbed her clit, hot and fast. Sharp pleasure zinged through her system and she arched backward, trying to reduce the sensations.
“Stop fighting it. Let it happen.”
She shook her head.
“It’s a screw against the wall of a police station, baby. You’re gonna get off fast or you’re not gonna get off at all.”
Max pinched her bud so firmly she threw her head back and moaned.
“That’s it, honey. Now lemme fuck you, lemme use that tight little cunt.”
He thrust into her roughly, his thighs slapping against hers. It couldn’t have been loud but in the dimly office every slick movement sounded like a gunshot. Panic blended with lust as Julia imagined someone coming in and seeing her getting fucked against the wall by a fully clothed cop. She imagined Max laughing at their faceless guest, seizing her hair and saying, “You wanna watch?”
“Make me come, Max,” she panted, laying both hands flat against the wall. “Even if it hurts.”
“I will,” he grunted, pumping inside her. “And when I’m done I’m gonna turn you around and lick your pussy clean.”
He was lying. Nothing would follow this wildly stupid fuck except goodbye and regrets but it was sweet to pretend. Max thrust so deep and so hard the clock on the wall fell with the crack of splintering plastic. Neither of them stopped. Julia was right on the edge, everything inside her tight and clenching. “More,” she breathed. “Faster.”
Max bit her neck, pumping in slow, deliberate pulses. “Nice and slow and drawn out. That’s how your pussy wants it.”
Julia raked her nails down the plaster.“No, no, no. It’s too intense.”
“Intense is how you like it, Jules. Now come, come all over my cock.”
Julia’s orgasm burst wet and hot and Max pounded her through it, forcing her walls apart as her pussy clenched around him. His hands bit into her hips, thrusts messy and desperate. “Say my name. I can’t come until you say it.”
She wanted to refuse, snatch back some small scrap of power for herself, but he was using her and she was using him and it didn’t seem like too much, not for their last time. “Max. Max Connor.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, rutting against her in the rough, machine gun thrusts of his climax. “Fuck, Jules. Fuck, I’m coming.”
His hips drove deep and she felt him pulse inside her, heard him gasp and curse. A powerful man made helpless by climax. For a moment they hung, suspended in the blank space that only existed in the wake of orgasm, then Max tapped her hip, a brisk, horrible sensation. “Gotta pull out before the rubber breaks.”
“Sure.” Regret was already creeping around the edges of her mind as Max withdrew, snapping the condom from his cock.
Julia pressed her face against the wall.Worth it, Bennett? Another jab of heroin before you try to get clean?She pulled up her panties, the damp cotton clinging uncomfortably to her pussy. She heard paper rip as Max wadded up the condom in tissues from the box on the desk. She wanted him to come up behind her and take her in his arms but she knew he wouldn’t. They’d had sex because she wore a short skirt and he’d gotten jealous. It didn’t change a thing.
Max gripped the ends of his belt and buckled it over his hips. “Are you all right? No one heard us.”
If Julia could find her sense of humor, she would have laughed. “People hearing us fuck is the least of my worries.”
He froze. “What’s that mean?”
“Never mind.” She picked up her bag. “Thanks for the sex.”
Max abandoned his belt in his haste to grab her wrist. “Don’t go storming off. If something’s wrong, tell me.”
She managed a laugh after all. “You’re the one who told me it was over. I should be asking you what’s wrong.”
He recoiled. “I know this is all a bit fucked up but I wasn’t trying to make you feel used.”
“Yes you were and I wanted to be used.” She shook off his hand. “Everything’s fine. I liked our little covert fuck.”
“It wasn’t afuck. I wanted to see you on Saturday. The moment I left I wanted to come back.”
“If you had, you would have freaked out and left again.”