“Okay?” he asks softly.
I’m panting, so I just manage a nod.
He smiles a little and pinches my nipple. “What? I’m the only one who has to use words?”
“I’m good,” I say. “Great. That was… Fuck, Max.”
His smile widens with pride. “Thanks for the glowing review.”
I take a breath and stare up at the ceiling, feeling sated. But within just a few seconds, doubt creeps in. I shouldn’t have done that. I need to do something for him now. Make sure he knows I let this happen. That he can’t just do it whenever he wants.
I sit up to face Max. The smile is still on his face. He looks cute like that, his lips just a tiny bit swollen and red. But before I touch him, I glance at the rug, where I spilled all over it. “Shit. Let me get that up.”
“It’s okay,” Max says. “It’ll wash.”
“It’s messy.” Before I can stop it, a memory of Grant comes flooding back. He’d been relentless, touching me, fucking me, until he made me come. I’d spilled on his bed, and Grant had made me clean it. Lick it up while he watched. Maybe that would turn some people on, but all it did was embarrass the fuck out of me.
“It’s really fine,” Max says, bringing me back.
“I can’t just leave it.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.
“Jude.” Max puts a hand on the side of my face. “Come on. Don’t worry about that. We can clean it up later. I want to be with you right now.”
Oh. Right. Please Max first. Then I can take care of the rug.
Carefully, I get up on my knees and push Max’s chest a little to get him to lie back on the floor. He stares up at me with too much trust in his eyes. How does he not think I’d hurt him? I can’t imagine putting myself in that position. Never again.
I get Max’s clothes off in record time and when I’m looking down at him, that knot in my chest loosens a little. He’s so cute, and even though he could’ve hurt me when I was on my knees and vulnerable to him, he didn’t.
“You got condoms in here?” I ask.
Max nods. “In my bottom desk drawer.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Crawl over there and get one. And I mean it. Crawl.”
Heat blazes in his eyes as he rolls from his back up to his hands and knees. I stare at his round ass as he crawls to the desk and roots around in the bottom drawer. Then he slides the packet between his teeth and crawls back to me, his cheeks pink.
I take the condom from him and rub my thumb across his bottom lip. “Good job. Now lie back down.”
He obeys instantly, and I don’t give him time to breathe before I’m sliding a finger into him. He whines and bucks against my hand, so I add a second one. I can tell he already wants to take me, but I need a second. I’m still sensitive from coming the first time. But if he wants it, I should give it to him.
Grant’s voice worms its way into my head. Telling me that sex isn’t about me. It’s about him. Pleasing him. Making him come so hard his vision whites out. No matter if it hurts me.
Almost robotically, I roll the condom on and line myself up with Max.
He stares up at me, concern fighting its way through the lust in his eyes. “You okay?”
In response, I slide into him. Just like the other times we’ve had sex, his body draws me in instantly, like it’s been waiting for me. That tight heat worsens the sensitivity, but I keep it off my face. This is about Max. Not me.
He opens his mouth like he’s going to ask again, but I lean down and cut him off with a kiss. He moans in response and lifts a hand to press on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him.
I pull out all the way to the tip, then slam back into him, pushing him across the carpet.
“Shit,” he groans, wrapping his free hand around my bicep.
“You know, one of these days, I’m going to make you work for this,” I say with a grunt as I pull out and thrust back into him.
“What the hell do you call spanking my ass until it was raw?” Max demands.
