Baddest Bad Boys (33 page)

“You feel good,” he said. “It’s been a long time.”

He had no idea how long. She rolled her hips, felt him there.

Max’s hand went to her hips, holding her still. “We need to discuss safe sex, El. While I still have adequate blood flow to my brain. I’ve got condoms in my room.”

She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want the moment to be shattered by mechanics. “I’m on the pill,” she said.

“Birth control: check. But I still want you to feel reassured about…other things. I’ve never had sex without a rubber, Ellie.” He flexed his erection up against her and groaned. “And I’d kill to be inside of you without one.”

The thought that Max wanted her so intimately inflamed her. Even when they’d made love years before, he had worn a condom. He’d joked about being lectured on the subject since grade school. Back then, she’d been grateful that he’d taken care of the matter. Now she was grateful that she had choices.

“Never?” she repeated.

“Ever.”

“So I’d be your first?”

He smiled. “Yes.” His mouth captured hers in a brief kiss. His teeth dragged gently on her lip before moving down to her neck. He nibbled softly on her earlobe. “But I’ll get one if you prefer. Your call, sweetheart.”

Need tightened with the power that his request granted. The idea of experiencing all of him sent waves of excitement spiraling to her lower body. Max pulled away. It took her a second to realize he was waiting for her response. His control amazed her. Wasn’t it obvious that she wanted him badly as is?

“You’d be my first, too,” she said at last.

Immediately he drew her closer. “God, I’d hoped you’d say that.”

His mouth slanted over hers in a demanding kiss. She opened fully, inviting him in, her tongue dueling with his as her fingers speared through the silky strands of his hair. He smelled fresh, like he’d bathed in a sparkling ocean.

The quiet compliments and encouragement he murmured against her mouth sent her shyness fleeing. She reveled in the feel of his strong hands sliding down and over her. He smoothed the long length of her hair before lifting it and then gently massaging the muscles of her back.

His fingers traced her spine to her tailbone and bracketed her hips briefly before curling around her buttocks. He squeezed, pressing more of his erection into her abdomen. With each touch, each movement, her desire built.

“Max, please…”

“Please what?”

“Make love to me. Right now.”

He chuckled. “That’s what I thought I was doing.”

For a wild moment, Ellie wished the room was pitch black, though her cheeks would likely glow red in the dark. “What I meant was—”

“Faster?” His hands tightened on her buttocks, pressing his shaft more fully against her wet nether lips. He groaned. “The way that feels. Just…you…”

“Just us.”

“Flesh to flesh.” Max shifted her off of him and onto the mattress. Instead of moving over her, he pushed up on one elbow and gazed down. “This sounds selfish, but I want to remain outside of you as long as I can. Because once I’m in—” He trailed the back of his hand upward along the inside of her arm. “I won’t last.”

His hand closed over her right breast. She arched into his palm, eager for his touch. His fingers toyed with her nipple, delicately at first. Then he rolled the erect tip between his thumb and forefinger. Her nipple tightened almost painfully in response.

He bent his head and licked the aching peak, teased it with his tongue. Then he caught the tip, lightly grazing her skin with his teeth, tormenting her. She whimpered at the sensation.

He transferred his attention to her other breast, treating it to those same hot kisses, before pulling her nipple fully into his mouth and sucking. Heat arced on invisible lines within her as Max took his time and drove her wild with his mouth.

She tried to speak, but no words came. Only a moan, a hiss. His mouth was doing sinfully exquisite things, his touch like fire. It felt marvelous, made her crazy for more.

As if sensing her need, he caught one nubin between his teeth, tugging on the swollen, sensitive tip. She protested when he stopped, then pleaded when he changed sides. She eased her hands down his chest, thrilling to the play of his sculpted muscles. She toyed with his nipples, then explored lower. At his hips, she drew her fingers forward and encased his sleek, pulsing penis in her grip. The skin felt hot, taut like it might burst. She measured the length of him with her hands, wondering how he’d fit.

“Squeeze harder, El,” he encouraged. “Use your fist.”

She closed her fingers and pumped him, felt him move with her, rubbing and pressing himself fully against her hand. “I want you, I want this inside me, Max,” she whispered. “Please.”

His response was immediate. Once again he caught her lips in a fierce kiss as he levered his body up and moved over hers. He pressed between her knees, opening her. Dominating her. He paused, holding himself still above her as his eyes skimmed down her length. “I forgot how perfect you are.”

Her gaze followed his. She looked down between their bodies, taking in her breasts, his pecs. She could see his penis protruding from the dark hair between his legs. Moisture leaked out from the tip, the head swollen and red, like an overripe plum.

She licked her bottom lip, wondering briefly what that plum would taste like. That thought disappeared as Max lowered himself, bringing his erection directly against her wet, sensitive center. Reason melted away, leaving only feeling and sensation in its wake. He moved his hips, stroking the full length of his shaft against her mound.

She felt fevered, rushed. She shuddered as he settled the fat head of his erection at her opening. Rolling her hips eased the ache in a small way, but she knew only one thing would make it better. She raked his sides with her nails, wanting him to hurry.

Max had other ideas. He caught her mouth in a bruising onslaught. Then he captured her hands and stretched them over her head. He was in control.

The increased pressure this position put on their joined hips made her tremble. “This is making me crazy.”

“You mean this?” He dipped his mouth to tease the tips of her breasts again. He licked them, then blew a hot breath across her wet skin. Her nerve endings felt as if they’d been jolted by electricity.

“Or did you mean this?” He swiveled his hips, grinding his erection against her clitoris.

She bucked beneath him, wanting to get closer, wanting him to move faster, harder. Nothing was enough.

“I want it all.” She arched backwards, offering herself wholly. The tension inside her escalated. It had been too long since she felt anything like this.

His mouth skimmed down her body. He released her hands and her greedy fingers entwined in his hair, cradling his head as he plundered her neck, her breasts.

His fingers stroked down her side, to her hip, then lower, seeking the heat between her thighs. He pressed a finger up inside of her. “You’re wet.”

“For you,” she whispered.

“The magic words.” He levered himself up and stared down at her. “You’re beautiful, Ellie.”

His swollen cock nudged against her labia, parting her. She welcomed him, feeling impatient and shaky at the same time. She bit her lip, concentrating on the marvel of what he made her feel. He pressed into her. His penis felt massive.

He withdrew slightly. “Damn, you’re tight.”

She panicked. “Don’t stop.” She clutched at his shoulders. “Please don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I tried. Let’s try this.” He moved his legs, changing positions slightly before pushing into her again. “Raise your knees. Wrap one leg around my waist.”

She did as he asked and felt him slowly sink in. For a moment, she felt overwhelmed with sensation; there was too much heat, too much mass.

Max lowered his mouth, spreading kisses lightly across her face. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Let me in, El.”

That’s when she felt it. Him entering her. Inch by inch by inch. The pressure grew irresistible. She felt lost, out of control.

“Look at me, Ellie,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”

She met his gaze. “I want more, Max.”

“Hold on, then.”

He began thrusting deeply, eyes still fastened on hers. The tempo changed, increased. She blinked, unable to take the intensity of his look as his movements fanned her desire. She strained to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting him closer.

“You got it.” He punctuated words with his body. “You’ve. Got. What. I. Need.”

His thrusts grew deeper, longer. More eloquent. Then faster, harder. And more powerful.

Sensations exploded as Max shouted her name. Ellie felt a rush, then climaxed with a passion that matched his.

9

Max had felt the earth shift. It had happened once before, long ago. Both times he’d had his cock buried deep inside Ellie.

He stared down at her. Her eyes were half closed, her glorious golden hair mussed wildly on the pillows. Gathering her into his arms, he rolled onto his back, settling her on his chest. His cock was still hard, still deeply embedded in her tight sheath as the aftershocks of his climax vibrated in his veins. If she noticed that he kept their bodies linked, she didn’t protest.

He wanted to take her again, but she had to be exhausted. It was almost three and neither of them had had much sleep the night before. At the moment, though, he felt energized, his body ready to go again. And since he didn’t have to replace a condom…

His cock swelled. In its happy place, undoubtedly. A very happy place.

The condom issue had always been second nature to him, never optional, but suddenly the thought of wearing one again was objectionable. He couldn’t. At least never with Ellie. And the thought of having sex with anyone but her was incomprehensible. Great. That warning certainly wasn’t printed on the outside of the condom box.

Ellie stirred on top of him. His body reacted, his cock thickening, lengthening. She lifted her head and looked at him with uncertainty. “You’re still hard. Did you…”

“Come? Oh, yeah. But with you, my dick gets greedy.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and started to withdraw. “I’ll pull out.”

“I’m okay with it.” Her inner muscles clenched tightly, catching the head of his cock.

The sensation was exquisite, almost painful. Good painful. Max drew a sharp breath, not daring to move. He was mostly out now. “You sure you can take it again?”

“No. But I’d like to try.”

He exhaled and flexed back in with one long, slow push. He paused. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but you’re so damn tight, honey. Have you been with anyone since Stefan?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Pretty much not him, either.”

“I should apologize for asking, Ellie.” He pressed a kiss to each of her eyes, then hugged her close. “And this sounds chauvinistic as hell, but I’m glad you haven’t been with anyone.”

She didn’t say anything, and for a moment, Max worried that he’d stepped over the line. Shit, he’d probably obliterated the line. With Ellie he wanted to talk after sex—deep, heavy conversations. Conversations they should probably continue outside of bed. “Look, El—”

She cut him off by licking one of his nipples. “I thought we were going to make love again.” She nibbled now.

His body responded, going from zero to sixty in a nanosecond. He pumped his hips, jacking his cock into her. Ellie tilted her hips, pressing back to take Max in fully. Then she swiveled her pelvis.

The move had him gritting his teeth. “Keep that up and I won’t last three strokes.”

“You mean this?” She did it again. “Oops.”

“Oops, my ass.”

She grinned. “I think I like being on top. Nice to have the upper hand for a change.”

“Oh yeah?” He dropped a hand to her hips, holding her in place while his other hand tunneled between their bodies. He speared his fingers through her damp pubic hair, his thumb stroking across her clit, coaxing a shudder from her. Then he eased his fingers lower, to her tender insides where her skin was stretched and swollen around his embedded cock. “The question is, can you keep the upper hand?” He stroked her clit again.

“Max!” She jerked involuntarily, taking him in deeper.

He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked as he thrust into her again and again. She groaned and pleaded for more. Max was glad to oblige, shifting to her other breast and suckling that nipple every bit as thoroughly.

Ellie was close to climax again. He gently scored her skin with his teeth, then bit softly. She came undone, her body pistoned, ever faster, stroking up and down, rapid-fire.

When it was over, Max withdrew. He was still ready, still wanted more. But staying inside her would cripple him. Blood had to flow to other parts of his anatomy besides his cock.

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. He went into the bathroom but when he returned with a damp cloth and towel, he found that she’d already drifted off. He debated briefly about going to his own room. They both needed sleep.