“And that’s a problem for whom?” she snarks. My dick jumps at the idea.
“Turn around and drop the towel,” I instruct. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet, so there’s no way I’m kissing her. She does as she’s told, and I urge her forward with the press of my body. Her eyes are already on mine in the mirror. Oh, this is almost fucking perfect. Too bad the mirror isn’t longer, because then I would be able to see every inch of her.
I slide my hands around and cup her tits in my palms. She leans back, and my dick grazes her ass crack. Just the thought of slipping my cock into her tight ass, inch by slow inch, makes my balls feel heavy and tight.
When her hips start to push back, grinding on me, I lean back a little and glide my hand around to her back to push her chest down. She lets out a little hiss when her tits and stomach hit the cold countertop.
With one hand on the nape of her neck, I move the other down her body and slip my fingers between her legs, testing how ready she is for me.
She’s wet, and not just from the shower. Last night, when I played with her clit, she stopped breathing, so I make sure my fingers are nice and wet before finding that little bundle of nerves again and making her knees weak.
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes go lidded. “One day soon, I’m going to wrap my lips around you right here” —I circle her clit— “and suck so hard while you fuck my face.”
Max inhales sharply, and her legs try to tighten around my hand. Her reaction seems to be part excitement and part hesitation, which I take to mean she’s not ready for that.
“But right now, I need to be inside you, Max.” I slide my fingers back and press inside her. She pushes back against me hard, looking for more, which I’m more than happy to give.
She’s still a little swollen, so I have to hold the base of my cock to ease into her. Inch by slow inch, I watch her swallow me up. The pull of my piercing as it slides into her tight pussy threatens to have me spilling before I’m even fully inside her. The fact that she’s now up on her tiptoes, making the angle even better, isn’t helping.
I plant my hands on the outside of hers, flat on the counter, the second I’m all the way home. Our eyes are locked in the mirror, and the trust I see in her gaze is as raw as I feel. It’s a little frightening to think about how much she means to me, how much I need that trust she’s giving me, though it’s unearned. I could get lost in this moment and live here for eternity.
My cock throbs inside of her, and her inner muscles tighten in response. I trace my fingers over her back and ass until I bracket her hips in my palms, holding her in place while I tip my hips forward, proving I can go even deeper. Her eyes close on an extended blink, then she stares back at me with her bottom lip pinched between her teeth.
She spasms around me, and I start moving, pumping in and out of her slowly while gritting my teeth and praying that I can last longer than she does. She meets me thrust for thrust, pushing back against me, taking every inch, and letting out little pants and moans I can’t seem to get enough of.
I jerk her hips farther back and shove my hand between her belly and the edge of the counter, finding her clit with my middle finger while using the others to spread her open. Her soft cry is exactly what I need, and my hips pump harder, faster, as her breathing picks up. When she spasms around me, she keeps squeezing, and I throw my head back and come with her as she moans my name.
I look back down at her in the mirror the second my brain fog of pleasure lifts and find her smiling at me in return. I’m still buried deep inside her and can feel every quake of her inner walls. An honest-to-God shiver racks my body, and my breath quivers out of me.
If she didn’t look so satisfied with herself, I might be embarrassed. As it is, it just makes me want to fuck her again, harder this time, until she screams.
The muffled sound of a throat clearing has Max’s eyes widening for a brief second, then she starts to giggle, dislodging my dick. I know we’re alone in the loft, or someone is about to die, so there’s only one explanation.
Max points to the wall behind the mirror, obviously coming to the same conclusion. It’s the neighbor—the lady from the elevator yesterday.
I take a step back, and Max stands upright, a grin still tugging on her lips when she turns to face me. “She’s probably over there with her hand between her legs, thinking about you.” Her eyes narrow when she’s done speaking, as if her own words just sank in. I can’t tell if I’m in trouble or not.
She spins and faces the wall again. “Nothing you can imagine even comes close,” she blurts out.
I can’t help the dark chuckle that overtakes me as I wrap my arms around her chest and nuzzle her ear while pulling her close to my body. “That’s right, because I belong to you.”
“Damn right you belong to me,” Max agrees loudly, as if the woman, or whoever is over there, is still listening. When I glance up from her neck, I see us in the mirror again. It’s tempting to drag her to a bedroom, sleep for a few more hours, and then slide back inside her warm heat when we wake, but there’s shit that needs to be taken care of, like getting rid of anyone who ever hurt her.
Ian returned to the Polaris building last night, which means it’s time to pay his property a visit. Typically, I would just kill him and get rid of his body, but I learned a few things from Max’s extensive notes. These men often have homes that can’t be linked back to them, just like this property Ian visited that is registered to Cybil. It may be the perfect place to get him to spill his secrets.
“Feel like taking a drive?” I ask while my fingers trail over her stomach, revealing how much I would rather stay here and memorize every inch of her skin, inside and out.
“Where are we going?” She tilts her head to the side, seeming as eager for my touch as I am hers.
“To Boston Township. I thought we could see what Ian was up to yesterday.”
Max spins and loops her arms around my neck while arching her back to look into my eyes. “Is he still there?”
“No, he went back to Polaris late last night.”
“So it should be empty. It’s probably where he gets his rocks off. It’s not like he can drag girls into his apartment in the city,” she grouses, seeming to be talking mostly to herself.
“You can stay here, Max,” I offer, even though I know she won’t want to.
