Chapter Ten
Maxwell knew he’d fucked up as soon as the words had left his mouth. She had warned him that she didn’t take orders well, and what did he do? Pushed her more. And in a way that was sure to make her feel like he was only interested in fucking her, nothing more.
His arrogance had almost cost him. He’d felt it in the way she had pulled back from him. It was like something precious had been slipping from his hands, and that panicked feeling made him want to hold onto her even tighter.
He pulled back a little so he could yank off his shirt, desperate for the need to feel her breasts against his bare skin. He tossed the shirt aside and wound her long hair around one of his hands, pulling her head back slightly so he could take her lips in a scorching kiss. She parted for him instantly, allowing him to plunder and taste her to his heart’s content.
It made him feel like a fucking king.
He let out a groan as her hands moved between them and she undid his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers so the hard column of his cock slapped against the bare flesh of her stomach. He kicked the offending clothes off his legs and tried to pull her closer, but she braced a hand on his chest to hold him back and her eyes went wide as she looked down between them.
“Holy shit, Max! That’s not a dick, that’s a tree trunk!”
Just thinking about feeling that monster cock inside her had her creaming so much she could feel her juice dripping down her thighs.
He laughed a little at that. “Don’t worry, love. I’ve never had any complaints.”
Trinity bet he didn’t. There really had to be something in the water down there. Otherwise, she’d simply been lucky enough to somehow find two men with the biggest dicks she’d ever encountered.
Talk about winning the jackpot.
Where Jackson was longer in length, that extra inch or so seemed to be added to the girth of Maxwell’s shaft. She pushed aside thoughts of Jackson so she could completely focus on the man in front of her. That wasn’t difficult since Maxwell was seriously impressive. Not only did he have a dazzling face, he had a lean, rock hard body ripped from workouts and healthy living.
His skin was a few shades lighter than hers, but that was to be expected since she’d been sunbathing and he practically lived in a suit and tie most of the time. She traced her fingertips down his broad chest, then lower to the ridges of his abdomen. He grabbed her wrist to stop her before she could reach his cock, bringing her hand up to kiss her knuckles.
The old-fashioned, gallant gesture had her heart skipping a beat.
“I want to feel your hands on me, but if you touch me right now, I might lose control. First, I want to show you how good I can make you feel.”
She wanted him to lose control but let him have his way for the moment. “Kiss me again, Max. I love how you kiss me.”
“Then, I’ll never stop.”
Trinity welcomed the feel of his mouth on hers again. The tender way he kissed her did something to her insides. It made her want to curl into his warmth and never let go. With a casual display of strength, Maxwell picked her up and lay her down gently in the center of the large bed, their lips never parting. She pulled him down over her, wrapping her arms around him so he covered her completely.
She enjoyed the heavy weight of his muscular body on her, and she stroked her hands over his back, loving the feel of his warm skin beneath her palms. Wrapping her ankles around the backs of his calves, she spread his legs a bit so they were pressed core to core, his long, thick shaft rubbing against her soaking wet pussy making them both groan.
He finally broke the kiss, trailing his hot mouth down her neck and moving lower until he reached her aching breasts. He glanced up at her, and her breath caught at the impact of his hungry gaze.
“My mouth is watering just looking at these dark, sweet little berries.”
“Suck them, Max. They ache…”
He gave her a wicked smile, then did just that. She moaned as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. He sucked hard, sending pleasure shooting through her that reverberated straight down to her throbbing clit. He palmed her other breast in his large hand, rolling her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
He switched, making sure to taste her other breast before moving down. He pressed hot, wet kisses over her flat stomach, only pausing when he reached the puckered scars she received on her last mission. His head jerked up, blue eyes searing into hers with an uncontrollable fury she’d never seen the likes of before.
“Bloody hell, these are stab wounds!”
“Well, yeah they are. I told you I was on medical leave, right?”
“But I didn’t realize…”
Trinity reached down and cupped his face in her hands. “What I do is dangerous, Max. Things don’t always go according to plans. I survived.”
His jaw clenched and released, then he spoke softly. “I don’t like thinking of you being hurt. You could be killed doing what you do.”
“People get killed doing regular jobs every day,” she pointed out.
He frowned. “But someone tried to kill you tonight.”
“Oh yeah. That…” She shrugged. “Many have tried, but I’m still alive. Trust me when I say that I’m a hard woman to get rid of.”
“I can believe that. Still, you deserve to live a life away from danger. Where you are pampered and cherished and can have anything and everything you want at your fingertips.”
She smiled. “I’d be bored to death within a week.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His gaze lowered again, his hand stroking over the tattoo on her hip, trailing his fingertips down the lines over her thigh. “Now this is a little bit wicked. I guess I have a bad girl in bed with me.”
“Do you have any ink?”
He shook his head. “I’m not exactly the type.”
She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. I bet you have a little bad boy in you.”
“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he moved his body lower, spreading her thighs wide. “I guess I’ll just have to show you that you won’t be bored with me.”
Without warning his head lowered, diving down to lap and suck at the juices dripping from her pussy. She let out a strangled cry and her thighs tightened around his head in a reflective move. His hands came up to push her legs apart again, spreading her wide so he wouldn’t be denied what he wanted. His tongue swirled over her sensitive clit, and two fingers pushed inside her clenching hole, making her hips jerk off the bed.
“This is mine.” His voice was a rough, low whisper of need. Of ownership. He fucked his fingers into her hard, spreading the tight walls of her pussy getting her ready for his large cock. “Say it, Trinity. Say that you want me here, in you. That you need it as much as I do.”
“God, yes!”
She cried out as he buried his head against her pussy again, sucking on her clit as his fingers jabbed into her, working her ruthlessly to a fever pitch so that her entire body shook as she came.
“Max!”
Before her orgasm faded, he covered her body with his. He took her lips in a brutal kiss as he shoved his massive cock into her still spasming pussy, filling her completely. Her back arched at the satisfying burn of being shoved full of his thick shaft. Her hands grabbed hold of his biceps, desperately needing something to hold onto as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She tore her mouth away from his, gasping for air as she remembered something she should have mentioned before.
“Fucking hell. Condom. We forgot. I’m clean, but I was with Jackson a few nights ago, and even though he said he was too—”
His nostrils flared as he thrust into her hard. “Don’t say his fucking name while I’m inside you. I’m clean. I know he wouldn’t have been with you if he wasn’t clean, as well. Did you let him fuck you like this? Without anything between you?”
“Yes.”
He pulled his hips back, then surged forward again, impaling her on his thick cock so her tight muscles spasmed and gripped at his entire shaft.
“Then I am just going to have to make damn sure you forget about him, aren’t I?” he growled.
Not waiting for her to respond, he began pounding into her. His hips pistoned against her in a punishing rhythm that took her breath away. Never one to lie there and take it, she hooked a leg around his and flipped them so she was on top. He was so deep that she felt like she was sitting on a pole.
She swiveled her hips and hummed at the pleasure it gave her. When his hands gripped her hips, she began rocking on him slowly. She started moving faster, undulating her hip like she was performing an erotic dance on him.
Maxwell was completely mesmerized by her. She was like a pagan goddess taking what she wanted from him. He watched as her hands traveled up her torso to her breasts, holding the full globes steady as she rode him hard. When she tweaked her nipples to heighten her own pleasure, he swore as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.
With a snarl, he flipped them again. Hearing her throaty laughter had his blood heating, and his cock grew impossibly thicker until he felt like he would burst.
Damn her, she was driving him insane.
Knees braced on the bed for leverage, he jerked her hands up so they were braced next to her head, held in place by his own. He felt something shift inside his chest as she laced their fingers together. Somehow that act seemed more intimate than having his cock shoved inside her pussy.
It made him want her even more.
They came together like two combatants fighting for supremacy, mouths fused, tongues dueling as they raced toward the ecstasy awaiting them. He felt her pussy fluttering around his cock and pulled back, wanting to see the pleasure on her face as she came.
What was between them needed no words.
Their eyes met and held as her body tightened around him, squeezing his cock almost to the point of pain. His balls drew up tight as he jerked against her, thrusting deep and hard, riding out her orgasm to prolong her pleasure. He groaned when he could no longer hold back and shudders wracked his body. His release exploded from the tip of his cock, filling her with his seed until his body felt completely empty.
Depleted of energy, he collapsed, remembering at the last second to shift sideways so he didn’t crush her with his full weight. His eyes closed, contentment seeping into every pore as her arms came around him. She held him close to her, one of her hands stroking softly through his hair as the other caressed his back.
And then she whispered his name.
Only his name.
The soft sound was filled with such warmth and wonder that he snuggled her in closer to him, not wanting them to be separated even by a few inches.
She was his now.
And he swore that he would do everything within his power to keep her.