Against the Ropes
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“There we go,” he rasps. And with one thrust, he’s inside me, pushing deep, deeper than fingers, deeper than his tongue.
“You feel like velvet. So hot. So wet.” He shudders and pulls back slow and easy. My body protests by tightening around him, ripping a grunt from his throat. He thrusts deep again, filling me, stretching me. Possessing me.
“Don’t stop.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down, crushing his mouth to my own. Max groans and fills me again. I tilt my hips to take more of him. When I whimper my need, his pace changes. Faster. Harder. I am climbing again, higher and higher, until searing pleasure rips through me, and I am soaring in Max’s arms.
Max’s body tenses and he thrusts hard and deep, climaxing with a husky groan.
When I regain a semblance of consciousness, Max is staring down at me. His eyes are soft, warm, and free of shadows. His lips find mine and he kisses me long and deep.
“Hot kind. Wild kind. Sweet kind,” he whispers as he rolls to his side.
“Your kind.” My fingers brush along his jaw, prickly with a five o’clock shadow.
A smile ghosts Max’s lips. “Mine.”
Chapter 16
Sex is not really the problem
Max, are u awake?
No
U make a very comfortable bed
Time to sleep
No sleep
No choice. You only had 3 condoms
U don’t have a single condom in ur house?
Sleep
Bad sleep. Want to go condom hunting
No
Text me a bedtime story
What story?
The story about the man who had no condoms in his house
MAKAYLA!
Did u just shout at me? **frowns**
Behave
You don’t like my hand here?
I don’t want to move. I like Makayla lying on top of me
I like Max getting up to find condoms
Max is happy like this
This part of Max is not happy
You shouldn’t text in bed
Why?
This might happen
**gasps** I’ll find condoms myself…naked
You win. I’ll go
Yessss! **pumps fist in air**
But you will pay
Yessss! **pumps fist in air**
Like this
Oh **whimpers**
***
The soft, slow glide of a tongue circling my nipple awakens me. For a moment I am totally disoriented. Dark. So dark. I take a deep breath and smell spicy cologne, wood polish, and the lingering scent of sex.
Max’s room. Max’s bed. Still night.
His tongue laves my nipple, drawing it into a hard peak. Warm, relaxed, and still half-asleep, I sift a languid hand through his hair. Desire flickers through my body. How can I be wet already?
“Bad Max. I have to work tomorrow.”
He turns his attention to my other nipple, pausing briefly to say, “It is tomorrow. Do you want to play, baby?” He rolls to his side and kneads my breast before he runs his hand down my body to the juncture of my thighs. I startle at his firm, demanding caress, so unlike the gentleness of the night’s previous encounters, but the effect is the same. My ni**les harden and moisture pools between my thighs.
“Yes, Max. I want to play.”
“That’s my girl.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates against my chest sending a wave of heat through my body.
He cups the curve of my sex and drives two fingers inside me with a hard, sharp thrust. No build up. No teasing. No warning.
“Ahhh.” I arch my back and my hips come off the bed at the intimate invasion.
“Wet and ready for me. Good girl.” His voice, warm and smooth as bourbon, slides over me like the blanket now missing from the bed.
When I moan, he leans down and slants his mouth across mine. His kiss is hard and urgent. Demanding. He thrusts his tongue between my lips and takes my mouth in long, firm, unyielding strokes.
The hair on the back of my neck prickles. Where is soft, gentle Max who whispers in my ear and nibbles at my lips? Where is playful, sensual Max who teases me to orgasm and holds me until I come back down?
He nips my bottom lip. “Do you trust me, baby?”
Um. No. Not when his manner has suddenly changed from sweet and loving to dominant and sexually demanding.
As if sensing my concern, he brushes my hair over my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. I giggle when his chin dips into a ticklish spot.
“I’m not sure which Max we’re talking about.”
His presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips. “Same Max. Different style.”
“I liked the old style.” I wriggle my hips on the bed. “But right now I need—”
He spreads my moisture up and around my sensitive nub, while his fingers continue to stroke inside, teasing me until my thighs quiver.
“I know what you need, baby. Let me give it to you the best way I know how.”
My body aches. My ni**les throb. The air around us charges with electricity. I slit my eyes closed and whisper, “Yes, Max. Okay.”
“Arms over your head.” His tone changes in a heartbeat, from a soft cajole to a brusque command. “Now.”
My breath leaves me with a sharp exhalation. He positions himself astride me, straddling my hips. His erection, hot and heavy, rests just below my br**sts. As if someone else is in my body, someone carnal and wanton, I do as he commands. I raise my arms.
He gives a satisfied grunt and reaches behind the bed. Movements behind me I cannot see. He attaches a soft strap to my wrist and secures it to the bed frame. I tense and the steady rhythm of my heart quickens.
“Wait.”
“You feel like velvet. So hot. So wet.” He shudders and pulls back slow and easy. My body protests by tightening around him, ripping a grunt from his throat. He thrusts deep again, filling me, stretching me. Possessing me.
“Don’t stop.” I wrap my arms around him and pull him down, crushing his mouth to my own. Max groans and fills me again. I tilt my hips to take more of him. When I whimper my need, his pace changes. Faster. Harder. I am climbing again, higher and higher, until searing pleasure rips through me, and I am soaring in Max’s arms.
Max’s body tenses and he thrusts hard and deep, climaxing with a husky groan.
When I regain a semblance of consciousness, Max is staring down at me. His eyes are soft, warm, and free of shadows. His lips find mine and he kisses me long and deep.
“Hot kind. Wild kind. Sweet kind,” he whispers as he rolls to his side.
“Your kind.” My fingers brush along his jaw, prickly with a five o’clock shadow.
A smile ghosts Max’s lips. “Mine.”
Chapter 16
Sex is not really the problem
Max, are u awake?
No
U make a very comfortable bed
Time to sleep
No sleep
No choice. You only had 3 condoms
U don’t have a single condom in ur house?
Sleep
Bad sleep. Want to go condom hunting
No
Text me a bedtime story
What story?
The story about the man who had no condoms in his house
MAKAYLA!
Did u just shout at me? **frowns**
Behave
You don’t like my hand here?
I don’t want to move. I like Makayla lying on top of me
I like Max getting up to find condoms
Max is happy like this
This part of Max is not happy
You shouldn’t text in bed
Why?
This might happen
**gasps** I’ll find condoms myself…naked
You win. I’ll go
Yessss! **pumps fist in air**
But you will pay
Yessss! **pumps fist in air**
Like this
Oh **whimpers**
***
The soft, slow glide of a tongue circling my nipple awakens me. For a moment I am totally disoriented. Dark. So dark. I take a deep breath and smell spicy cologne, wood polish, and the lingering scent of sex.
Max’s room. Max’s bed. Still night.
His tongue laves my nipple, drawing it into a hard peak. Warm, relaxed, and still half-asleep, I sift a languid hand through his hair. Desire flickers through my body. How can I be wet already?
“Bad Max. I have to work tomorrow.”
He turns his attention to my other nipple, pausing briefly to say, “It is tomorrow. Do you want to play, baby?” He rolls to his side and kneads my breast before he runs his hand down my body to the juncture of my thighs. I startle at his firm, demanding caress, so unlike the gentleness of the night’s previous encounters, but the effect is the same. My ni**les harden and moisture pools between my thighs.
“Yes, Max. I want to play.”
“That’s my girl.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrates against my chest sending a wave of heat through my body.
He cups the curve of my sex and drives two fingers inside me with a hard, sharp thrust. No build up. No teasing. No warning.
“Ahhh.” I arch my back and my hips come off the bed at the intimate invasion.
“Wet and ready for me. Good girl.” His voice, warm and smooth as bourbon, slides over me like the blanket now missing from the bed.
When I moan, he leans down and slants his mouth across mine. His kiss is hard and urgent. Demanding. He thrusts his tongue between my lips and takes my mouth in long, firm, unyielding strokes.
The hair on the back of my neck prickles. Where is soft, gentle Max who whispers in my ear and nibbles at my lips? Where is playful, sensual Max who teases me to orgasm and holds me until I come back down?
He nips my bottom lip. “Do you trust me, baby?”
Um. No. Not when his manner has suddenly changed from sweet and loving to dominant and sexually demanding.
As if sensing my concern, he brushes my hair over my shoulder and nuzzles my neck. I giggle when his chin dips into a ticklish spot.
“I’m not sure which Max we’re talking about.”
His presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips. “Same Max. Different style.”
“I liked the old style.” I wriggle my hips on the bed. “But right now I need—”
He spreads my moisture up and around my sensitive nub, while his fingers continue to stroke inside, teasing me until my thighs quiver.
“I know what you need, baby. Let me give it to you the best way I know how.”
My body aches. My ni**les throb. The air around us charges with electricity. I slit my eyes closed and whisper, “Yes, Max. Okay.”
“Arms over your head.” His tone changes in a heartbeat, from a soft cajole to a brusque command. “Now.”
My breath leaves me with a sharp exhalation. He positions himself astride me, straddling my hips. His erection, hot and heavy, rests just below my br**sts. As if someone else is in my body, someone carnal and wanton, I do as he commands. I raise my arms.
He gives a satisfied grunt and reaches behind the bed. Movements behind me I cannot see. He attaches a soft strap to my wrist and secures it to the bed frame. I tense and the steady rhythm of my heart quickens.
“Wait.”
