3. Thea #2
The stain’s gone. It’s been gone for a while. My hand’s stopped pretending to clean and is simply resting flat on his chest, holding a damp cloth over his heart, and both of us are watching me do it.
I take a breath. “Um, I’ll work on your shirt—”
His hand comes up and closes around my wrist. His thumb finds the skin over my pulse and settles there. “Thea… You should know I’m not a good man.”
I swallow hard. “I figured that out all on my own.”
There’s that flicker-hint of a smile again. “Did you?”
“The tattoos are… I’ve seen them before. On criminals. And that scar is either a bullet or one hell of a puncture wound. And you scared the shit out of my boss, so yeah. I figured it out.”
He throws his head back and laughs once, sharply. When he looks at me again, his face is different. More relaxed. More curious. Those deadly eyes take in my face, as if he’s finally seeing me. “And yet, you stayed. Do you like dangerous men?”
My voice drops without consulting me. “I just got done with a charming one. It went badly. Haven’t really tried dangerous men yet.”
“Do you want to try one now?”
The honest inventory takes a second. I’ve handled everything for everyone for as long as I can remember, and just once, for a few hours, I would like to be the thing that gets handled.
So, I ask the only thing that comes to mind. “Do dangerous men like to be in charge? Because I want one night where I don’t have to be. First names only. Nothing follows me out that door.”
He studies me for a long moment. Something in his shoulders drops by half an inch, and I get the strange sense that I’ve just handed this man a gift he did not expect to receive. “Agreed.”
Then he pulls me in by the wrist and kisses me, and suddenly, I can’t breathe.
He kisses at his own pace. One hand comes up and holds my jaw, and he takes his time about all of it, thorough and unhurried.
Patience, it turns out, is devastating. My knees resign.
The washcloth drops… somewhere. My free hand finds his shoulder, his neck, the short silver hair, and a low sound moves through his chest and into my palm.
He pulls back one inch. “The dress has suffered enough tonight,” he says against my mouth. “Turn around.”
I turn. The zipper hums down my spine slowly, his knuckles tracing after it, cool air follows, and then his mouth is at the nape of my neck, on the small strawberry birthmark.
“Sensitive here?” he murmurs against it.
I fight a shudder. “Yes.”
The dress pools at my feet, and he makes a slow half-circle around me, while I stand in my heels.
The predatory lust in his eyes makes me forget to want to apologize for not having a perfect body.
There’s no disappointment on his face. For a moment, he bites his bottom lip. “Look at what I have tonight.”
I don’t even know what to say to that.
Luckily, I don’t have to figure it out. He’s on me in a flash. That electric mouth, those hands all over me, his heat dipping into my body… I’m dizzy on him, and all he’s done is kiss me and hold me.
I groan on his tongue, walking backward to the huge bed. His hard cock presses on my stomach through his trousers. When we get to the bed, he gives me a gentle push—a silent instruction to lie back—and I’m pretty sure that’s the last gentle thing I should expect.
Max shucks his trousers off, and with them, his boxers.
I’d be impressed by his thick thighs were I not distracted by what was in between them.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, and just as I lean up to touch him, he grabs my knees to spread them wide.
His hands scoop beneath my ass to pull me to the edge of the bed, and there, he kneels before me.
But there’s nothing submissive in the act.
He presses a hand on my middle, keeping me flat to the bed, another silent order. Then that hand, along with the other, slide to between my thighs, opening me wide for him. He breathes on me there, like he’s scenting me… Like an animal.
And then, his mouth latches onto me.
It’s a shock at first—I can’t remember the last time anyone went down on me. The sensation steals my breath, and when my clit’s in his teeth, it’s almost too much. I squirm against his face, but I don’t pull away. I don’t want to. When his tongue slides around me, I can’t catch his rhythm.
This won’t make me come.
But my body shakes from the inside. He growls into me, and I feel the echo. He pulls my hips toward himself, his stubble grinding against my soft places, and my eyes roll back from the friction. He takes me apart with a thoroughness I couldn’t describe.
When he locks onto my clit with his lips, I’m so lit up that I might explode from just that. It’s sensory overload, and I’m ready to burst. This time, he stays right there. Merciless, murmuring filthy approval into me until something shifts.
It feels like there are two tongues on my clit, licking me at the same time on either side.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I see stars. At some point, I hear myself say, “Please.” I feel him smile against me.
“Again. Louder.”
“Please, Max. Stop teasing me, oh—”
His fingers glide into me, while his mouth does the rest. They twist and turn inside me, and I dance on his face as it builds into an inferno. My orgasm hits, takes over, tears through my body, leaving nothingness behind.
Just as I take my first recovery gasp, I hear him darkly murmur, “This pussy is mine.”
I bob my head because I have no words, and that’s all it takes for Max to hoist my legs over his shoulders and thrust into me. His eyes lock me into a staring match, while he plunders my body. I can’t look away, and some inhuman growl comes from my soul.
He leans down with my legs still on his shoulders, folding me in half, to devour my mouth the way he ate my pussy. Thoroughly. I cry out against his lips and feel him swell inside of me. I can feel his pulse in my pussy. That warning throb.
It pulls me to the edge.
I’m so far gone, so close to something that might end me. Again, I can’t breathe, only this time, it’s because his body is crushing the air from my lungs in this position. My spine tingles, and it’s all I can do not to come again. If I do, I might actually suffocate.
He snarls into my mouth, “Do it. Come for me, pet. Race me to it.”
He drives himself deeper into me, and I can’t stop from coming on him.
All those inches, grinding against my G-spot…
My eyes roll back as I unleash a howl and he bites my throat as I come helplessly on him.
His body thuds into mine as he snarls with my flesh in his teeth, and that low down throb becomes something more as he comes, too.