Baddest Bad Boys(82)

His thrusts grew deeper, longer. More eloquent. Then faster, harder. And more powerful.

Sensations exploded as Max shouted her name. Ellie felt a rush, then climaxed with a passion that matched his.

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Max had felt the earth shift. It had happened once before, long ago. Both times he’d had his cock buried deep inside Ellie.

He stared down at her. Her eyes were half closed, her glorious golden hair mussed wildly on the pillows. Gathering her into his arms, he rolled onto his back, settling her on his chest. His cock was still hard, still deeply embedded in her tight sheath as the aftershocks of his climax vibrated in his veins. If she noticed that he kept their bodies linked, she didn’t protest.

He wanted to take her again, but she had to be exhausted. It was almost three and neither of them had had much sleep the night before. At the moment, though, he felt energized, his body ready to go again. And since he didn’t have to replace a condom…

His cock swelled. In its happy place, undoubtedly. A very happy place.

The condom issue had always been second nature to him, never optional, but suddenly the thought of wearing one again was objectionable. He couldn’t. At least never with Ellie. And the thought of having sex with anyone but her was incomprehensible. Great. That warning certainly wasn’t printed on the outside of the condom box.

Ellie stirred on top of him. His body reacted, his cock thickening, lengthening. She lifted her head and looked at him with uncertainty. “You’re still hard. Did you…”

“Come? Oh, yeah. But with you, my dick gets greedy.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and started to withdraw. “I’ll pull out.”

“I’m okay with it.” Her inner muscles clenched tightly, catching the head of his cock.

The sensation was exquisite, almost painful. Good painful. Max drew a sharp breath, not daring to move. He was mostly out now. “You sure you can take it again?”

“No. But I’d like to try.”

He exhaled and flexed back in with one long, slow push. He paused. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but you’re so damn tight, honey. Have you been with anyone since Stefan?”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Pretty much not him, either.”

“I should apologize for asking, Ellie.” He pressed a kiss to each of her eyes, then hugged her close. “And this sounds chauvinistic as hell, but I’m glad you haven’t been with anyone.”

She didn’t say anything, and for a moment, Max worried that he’d stepped over the line. Shit, he’d probably obliterated the line. With Ellie he wanted to talk after sex—deep, heavy conversations. Conversations they should probably continue outside of bed. “Look, El—”

She cut him off by licking one of his nipples. “I thought we were going to make love again.” She nibbled now.

His body responded, going from zero to sixty in a nanosecond. He pumped his hips, jacking his cock into her. Ellie tilted her hips, pressing back to take Max in fully. Then she swiveled her pelvis.

The move had him gritting his teeth. “Keep that up and I won’t last three strokes.”

“You mean this?” She did it again. “Oops.”

“Oops, my ass.”

She grinned. “I think I like being on top. Nice to have the upper hand for a change.”

“Oh yeah?” He dropped a hand to her hips, holding her in place while his other hand tunneled between their bodies. He speared his fingers through her damp pubic hair, his thumb stroking across her clit, coaxing a shudder from her. Then he eased his fingers lower, to her tender insides where her skin was stretched and swollen around his embedded cock. “The question is, can you keep the upper hand?” He stroked her clit again.

“Max!” She jerked involuntarily, taking him in deeper.

He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked as he thrust into her again and again. She groaned and pleaded for more. Max was glad to oblige, shifting to her other breast and suckling that nipple every bit as thoroughly.

Ellie was close to climax again. He gently scored her skin with his teeth, then bit softly. She came undone, her body pistoned, ever faster, stroking up and down, rapid-fire.

When it was over, Max withdrew. He was still ready, still wanted more. But staying inside her would cripple him. Blood had to flow to other parts of his anatomy besides his cock.

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before climbing out of bed. He went into the bathroom but when he returned with a damp cloth and towel, he found that she’d already drifted off. He debated briefly about going to his own room. They both needed sleep.

But there would be plenty of time to sleep next week.

He washed her as best he could without waking her, then dried her. Then he climbed in beside her and pulled her close.

Late the next morning Ellie showered and put on a two-piece swimsuit. Max had promised to show her the island’s waterfall.

She felt sore but satisfied. And wanton. They had made love twice during the night and again at sunrise. Afterwards she’d fallen into an unbelievably deep sleep.

Her nervousness about doing it was gone. In its place was a worry about not doing it. What would she do when their week was over?

Don’t think about it. Her time with Max had barely begun. And she didn’t want to waste one moment fretting about the future. For now, she’d simply take everything he would give her.