He used her own words in the car against her.
“It’s up to you. If you want to stop, stop.”
He stroked her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out with the sweet ruggedness of his finger. Then he slipped his forearm beneath her butt and raised her higher. The delicate material of her blouse tore against the jagged brickwork. He didn’t fuck her, not with his cock and not with his fingers. Instead he fondled her tenderly, driving her closer to orgasm as if she were a well-used, but well-loved tool in his expert hands.
“Does it feel good?” His murmur fluttered against her hair.
It felt so damn good. His body perfumed the air now, aftershave and cum. That, combined with her own arousal, drowned out the stench of the alley. She hugged her arms tighter around his neck and moaned. “It feels okay.”
He slid back and pierced her with two fingers, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. “Just okay? Then I guess it would be okay if I stopped.” He stilled inside her, held her flush against the wall, the pulse of his thumb the only movement against her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“Do you want me inside you?”
She’d never wanted anything so much. “Yes, please.”
He shifted. “You want me to fuck you?”
“No.”
He pulled his fingers from her body, held her aloft with his hot hands. “Look at me and tell me what you want.”
She wanted so many things. She wanted to learn how to say the right thing for him, how to make love to him, how to tell him he was special, as special as Cameron.
She met his gaze. His eyes were blue and hot and filled with need. Max prayed she could give him back something that wasn’t a lie or words he forced from her. “I want to make that little ooh noise you like.”
He blinked. Slowly. Intentionally. Then he took a deep breath of her. “And how do you want me to help you make it?”
“Come inside me, Witt. I need to have you inside me.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “We’re in an alley that stinks like rotten garbage. You want me to make love to you here?”
She tightened her legs at his waist and brought her lips close to his. She hadn’t used those words, but he’d said them for her. “I can’t wait. Please, Witt, please.”
“I left the condoms in my truck.”
She was pretty damn sure he had one in his back pocket. And she had one in her purse. “I don’t care. It’ll be okay just this once.”
She pushed up against the wall and slipped her hand between them. They’d ruin another suit doing this, but he was hard and ready, and she did want to make that ooh noise for him. She tugged on his belt, then his zipper, then slid her hand into his briefs, pushing away the material to reveal him.
“Please,” she begged. “Do it to me, Witt. I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
“Why?”
She closed her hand around him. He looked at her. She didn’t know what else he wanted or needed. “Because I want you. Nobody’s watching, and I want you. Just you.”
He moved then, pulling her hand away and pushing her up hard against the wall. She knew she’d said the right thing as he drove inside her.
She flexed and squeezed around him, wrapping her arms tight at his neck and her thighs at his waist. His rough pubic hair caressed her clitoris as he moved. Oh God, the feel of hot, hard, naked flesh. His flesh to her flesh. With nothing in between. “Ooh.”
“You make me crazy. So fucking crazy that I actually believe you right now.”
She oohed in his ear as he shifted back from the wall. Instead of using the leverage, he lifted her in his powerful hands and forced her to ride him. She clung to him, letting him control, letting him take, every movement sending shards of sensation from her clitoris out to her limbs and to the tips of her breasts. He groaned, every muscle tensed. She licked at a trickle of sweat at his temple, then bit his earlobe.
Then she chanted, “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
When he came, he filled her, his semen hot, burning, and beautiful. She exploded around him, her juices mingling with his, becoming one.
*
“Why?” he said, buckling his belt and righting himself.
Witt had let her drift to her own feet on the hard concrete. The stench of the alley had wafted around her, his cum had soaked her fingers as she’d snapped the bodysuit, the blousy back of it ripped to shreds.
Max didn’t care. She wouldn’t wash him away. She wouldn’t fix herself up.
“Why what?” She tried to smooth the ruined skirt for appearance’s sake.
“Why did you let me do that? Why did you beg?”
She spread her hands. “Uhh, because I wanted to?”
“What’s the motive?” He scraped a hand through his short hair.
That’s what happened when you constantly fought a man. When you were finally telling the truth, he didn’t believe you. “I meant it.”