“Stop what?”
“Looking at me that way. I’m trying to take care of you here.”
She placed her hands on his hips and pulled him closer, spreading her knees so he could press up against the table. And her.
“Now you’re torturing me?” he asked.
“Don’t mean to.”
“Liar.”
Her hands slid under his T-shirt, dragging her fingers against the skin.
“You want me to stop?”
“I want you to get better.”
She frowned in confusion. “Huh?”
“You were beaten by your own cousin tonight. Remember?”
“That was, like, an hour ago.”
The sentence was so ridiculous Zé could do nothing but laugh. But then Max pulled him closer and lifted her face to his.
He knew they should wait another day or two. More time for her to recover.
Max wasn’t waiting, though.
* * *
Max appreciated that Zé was trying to give her some time. And, if she were anyone else, she’d probably need it.
It wasn’t what she wanted, though. She was tired of waiting. She was tired of being interrupted. So she did the only thing she could think of.
She grabbed his dick.
It was through his jeans but she knew that wouldn’t matter. And she was right. He was already hard. So her hand on his dick made him groan; his eyes closed, head dropping forward.
“This isn’t fair,” he growled.
“I never promised I’d be fair,” she replied, tightening her grip. “I don’t want fair, Zé. I want you. Now. Fuck me.”
His hands cupped her neck and his lips were on hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and it moved in such a way that she could only think about him going down on her.
She unzipped his jeans and was about to push them off his hips when he suddenly pulled back. “Wait, wait—”
“You have got to be kidding me!”
“It’s just . . .”
He seemed to be struggling for words and she was in no mood to help him. But he slid his hand under her ass and lifted her off the table. “Not in the kitchen,” he mumbled. “Your sister will kill us both.”
He had a point. Charlie could be a little OCD about her kitchen, and she did her baking on that table.
Zé didn’t try to take Max upstairs, though. He just dropped her ass on the dining room table and went to work pulling down her jeans. She had pushed his jeans down by his knees but held him back a few more seconds while she reached down to get a condom out of her back pocket. When Zé saw it, one brow went up.
“What?” she asked, tearing it open. “I have knives in my first-aid kid and guns taped under the kitchen table. Are you really surprised I have condoms at the ready?”
He agreed with a nod and she slipped the condom over his cock.
Zé slid his hands under her ass and pulled her forward, letting her legs rest on his forearms. With one thrust he was buried inside her and Max let out a surprised bark.
“Too much?” he growled, his green eyes now gold.
“Are you kidding?” She gripped his shoulders. “Just loving the fit.”
She spread her legs wider to give herself more room and let him take over, doing nothing but holding onto his shoulders or arms, and letting him fuck her.
It felt so good and he was so deep, her toes began to curl in her sneakers.
Then she saw that he was watching her. Those gold eyes locked on her like she was some prey he’d seen running through the jungle. She leered back, wanting to challenge him.
“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he told her. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to shoot my load right this second.”
“Do it,” she ordered. “I’ve got more condoms upstairs and we’ve got all night.” To make her point, she tightened her muscles around him and he swore under his breath. “Come on,” she urged. “Come on. I can take it. I can take anything.”
That dragged him over the edge and he was coming hard, his hands still gripping her ass. She could feel the tips of his claws resting just beneath his skin, ready to be unleashed.
He thrust again and again, until he finally stopped. He placed his hands on the table and leaned down a bit, sweat dripping off him.
“Too much for you?” she asked, leering at him.
He didn’t say anything, just yanked her off the table and carried her up the stairs. He was still buried inside her when he took her into the room she pointed out. Her room at the end of the hall. He dropped her on the bed then and turned away to remove the used condom and take off his clothes.
“More condoms over there,” she said, pointing to the drawer next to her bed. But he didn’t go for them yet, choosing instead to take off her sneakers and jeans while she slipped off the holstered knives around her chest. But as he tossed her jeans away, he stopped and studied the holsters she also had tied around both calves. They held four of her knives. He took those off, too, and then crouched in front of her, yanking her close. Before she could say anything—like suggesting that maybe he get her a wet washcloth to wipe up a bit—he had his head buried against her pussy and his lips around her clit. He tugged and licked at it, burying two of his fingers inside her.
Max fell back against the bed. Although she hadn’t come when he had, her clit was still extremely sensitive and just the feel of his mouth on her had her legs trembling. Her groan turned into a hiss and her back arched as she came against his mouth.
When she came down, she realized he was still going. Not only that but he’d bent her legs at the knees, and pinned them to the bed with both arms.
She growled and grabbed his hair, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
He kept going, though, using his tongue and mouth on her clit. Moving between sucking and flicking.
Max thrashed against him, desperate to come again.
She loved how forceful he was being. Challenging her like she challenged him.
“I . . . I can’t . . . I . . .”
She exploded again. Her cries filled the room and she tried to close her legs.
But he still didn’t let her go.
“No,” she begged this time. “No. I can’t. Not again.”
This time, he just sucked her clit. Sucking and sucking, pinning her tight to the bed, not giving her any chance to get away. To fight. When she came that third time, she called him every name in the book and tore the sheets beneath her with her claws.
* * *
When he made her come that third time, Zé released her so he could grab a condom from the dresser. He put it on and grabbed her ankles as she lay limply on the bed. He flipped her over and, instead of making her get to her knees, he put a pillow under her hips and entered her from behind.
“God,” he groaned into her hair. “You’re so wet.”
He took his time this go-round. Moving his hips this way, then that. Seeing which move seemed to work for her. Which one she seemed to enjoy more. Then something happened.
Zé thought he’d have all the time in the world this time. Thought she’d be out of it for a good twenty minutes or so. But her energy came back hard and she pulled her knees up so that she was curled tight with her ass up high.
Max tightened her muscles around his cock, making him crazy. It was like she’d trained for this shit. He’d never felt anything so intense and so amazing at the same time.