Lana was more than ready to race Max to see who could get their clothes off first, but he didn’t give her a chance. One second, she was sitting on the edge of his bed; the next, her feet were in the air and he grabbed the bottom of her jeans and yanked. She quickly undid her belt and the top few buttons at her waist so he didn’t lift her right off the bed. The whole thing was so seriously sexy she swore a little growl escaped her throat. Max had her so hot she wasn’t even acting like herself. At this rate, who knew how wild she’d get?
She watched as her jeans sailed across the room to smack against a wall, leaving her lying on his bed in nothing but her panties. She would have reached down to wiggle them off, but a single look from him froze her. Something told her he’d want to take care of that little scrap of clothing himself. She lay back on her elbows, locking eyes with him as he moved toward her. He looked like a jungle predator, all muscular grace and barely contained hunger.
She expected him to take his clothes off, too. It would only be fair. But as he caught her ankle in his hand and kissed his way along her leg, she realized he wasn’t worried about being fair right now. He seemed more interested in eating her up—like a Snickers.
Yay for Snickers!
Max’s warm mouth moved lower and lower, kissing and licking every inch of the way. In between the gentle, teasing kisses, he slipped in a little nip here and there. Why did she like that so much?
When he reached her inner thighs, he slowed even more, nearly driving her insane as his mouth inched closer to her panty-covered pussy. She was so excited she was throbbing down there. She knew she was wet and wondered if the moisture was soaking all the way through the material. If so, Max would certainly be able to see it, since he was only inches away.
He pushed her thighs wide, giving himself room to work. She was waiting for him to pull her underwear aside when she heard a tearing sound. She looked down just in time to see the remnants of her panties flying through the air. In the quick glimpse she had of them, it looked like they’d gone through a shredder.
She was about to point out that little piece of material was more expensive than they looked. But she never got the words out because right then, Max’s mouth came down on her pussy.
There wasn’t a whole lot of teasing buildup. He put his mouth on her and made quick, little circles with his tongue. The sensation was out of this world.
She buried her fingers in his spiky hair, not because she wanted to hold him in position—it was obvious he wasn’t going anywhere—but so she’d have something to hold on to and wouldn’t float off into space.
Her orgasm started as a featherlight tingle, but it came on fast after that, charging at her like a bull. She didn’t bother trying to get out of the way, but simply threw back her head and screamed.
She’d had good orgasms before, but this one was different. It wasn’t just focused in that familiar area between her legs nor did it simply flutter outward and make her heart beat faster. This one enveloped her completely, lightning and tingles rippling out to make even her whole body throb in time with the pulsing between her legs. Even her teeth felt like they were on fire, and when her teeth clamped down on her lip to attempt to silence the worst of her screams, she was sure she bit the crap out of herself.
When Max pulled his mouth away, she murmured a complaint, but it was a halfhearted one since the spasms were still tearing through her body, even though he was no longer touching her. Now that was the sign of a great orgasm—it kept going even after the sex was over.
But the sex wasn’t over—something Lana figured out when Max flipped her over on her hands and knees like she was some kind of rag-doll sex toy.
Actually, rag-doll sex toy sounded pretty damn good.
Lana snuck a few fingers down to help keep the orgasm tremors going as she looked over her shoulder and caught sight of Max’s clothes flying off him. Superman in a phone booth was a snail compared to him. He tore his shirt off so fast he ripped it in two.
Oh yeah, he was as hunky as her earlier manual explorations had suggested. Strong shoulders, a chest and arms that showed why he’d been able to carry her effortlessly, ripped abs with those V-shaped hip flexors that disappeared into his jeans in a blatant invitation to look down and see what else he had to offer.
She was just admiring the wolf head tattoo with the word SWAT above it on his pec when he stripped off his jeans, displaying legs so muscular and tasty looking she had a scary strong desire to roll off the bed and sink her teeth into them. When had she’d gotten so oral? She’d always been a fan of it, but not the biting part. Max was bringing out a side of her she’d never had a chance to explore.
Then Lana got a good look at the hard shaft jutting emphatically from between his legs, and oral sex took on a whole new meaning. She needed him. In her mouth. Now.
But as she was about to leap at him, Max pulled a condom from a box in the nightstand and turned back for the bed. He let out a low growl when he saw she’d moved from the position he’d left her and very quickly demonstrated he had no problem spinning her right back around.
Head down, butt up. Go, caveman!
She had no idea how he was able to get the condom on while at the same time putting her exactly where he wanted. But thankfully, he had this particular style of multitasking down pat, and it couldn’t have been more than a second or two before he was lining himself up with her very ready opening and sliding his thick cock inside her.
Lana moaned, burying her face into those soft, earth-toned blankets and giving herself over to the sensation of being filled up. His big hands came down and got a firm hold on her hips, and then the real pleasure started as he pulled almost all the way out and immediately slid back in.
“Yes!” she breathed, only slightly surprised when the sound came out more growl than moan. Max was definitely bringing out the animal in her.
She tried to look over her shoulder, wanting to watch Max as he took her this way, wanting to see his gorgeous face and know she was making him feel just as good as he was making her feel. But turning around to watch became impossible as Max gripped her hips hard and began to pound into her. The feel of his hard cock burying itself deep inside her over and over, his hips slapping against her ass rhythmically with every thrust, his hands taking control of her waist and moving her at an urgent, mind-blowing pace was all too much for her. She had no control over her body—certainly not enough to be able to look back at him. It was all she could do to not turn into a puddle of Jell-O right there on the bed.
Instead, she buried her face and fingernails into the blanket and held on for dear life as Max made her feel things she’d only dreamed of. She knew she was making a lot of noise, but she couldn’t stop herself. It felt too amazing.
At some point, she bit down on the blanket. Of course she was. It was all part of her new biting obsession apparently. But even as good as it felt to sink her teeth deep into the soft material, almost slicing right through it, Lana instinctively knew she would have preferred to have something else in her mouth.
The image of sinking her teeth into Max’s strong shoulder muscles hit her at the same moment he slammed into her so deep stars exploded in her head.
She came.
It wasn’t one of those tame, playful orgasms she’d experienced dozens of times before. It wasn’t even one of those rare, powerful moments of pleasure she’d been lucky enough to have when everything—man, position, speed, size, ambience—had all come together just right. No, this was something completely different. An orgasm so overwhelming Lana was sure she’d fly apart into a million pieces. It started deep inside her, right where Max was thrusting, then spread out until it consumed her.
