Page 16 of In The Dark
“You mean boys.” I add a second finger, curling them inside her while she bucks against me. “Men would make it happen. They’d know that you probably like it when—” I use the palm of my other hand, pressing it against her clit. Her moan is heady and low. “When I touch you right there.”
“Hunter.” Maxine’s hand flies out, palm flat against the wall to hold herself up. She lowers onto my fingers then brings her ass back up, fucking herself. I wish I hadn’t left my phone so far away. I want to record this. I want to play it on a loop and slow it down so I can watch how she drenches my hand. I wonder if I could make her squirt. “Please.”
I’m going to like it when she begs.
“Do you want to come?” I move the hand touching her clit to her stomach, pulling her flush against me. I hold her in place, a third finger sliding in her easily. “Fuck. It’s like your cunt was made for me.”
“Yes, I want to come. Why else would I—it’s been too—” Maxine pauses for a ragged breath. “Hunter.”
“If I had more time, I’d fuck you with the handle of this knife.” I release her and bring the prop to her throat, gleeful when she tightens around me. “When you were dripping down the blade, I’d make you suck it clean. Then I’d fuck you against this wall so hard, you’d have bruises.”
“I almost didn’t come back to see you.” She’s panting. Writhing against me and making my cock so hard, it hurts. If I’m not careful, she’s going to make me come in my pants, and that would be fun to explain to Leo. “I’m so glad I did.”
“Needy slut who knows what she wants.” I drop the knife on the ground and grip her throat. It’s not as rough as I would normally be, but she still whimpers. She whispers my name, and I wonder if she’s ever tried any breath play. “And what you want is me. I want you too, but what I really want is for you to come on my hand. Give me something to taste for the rest of my shift, baby.”
Maxine whimpers again, and I can tell she’s about to fall apart. Sweat rolls down her cheek, and she reaches behind her to hold my neck. I let her claw at my hair, hoping she’s leavinglittle marks behind. I roll my hips, pressing into her ass, and she gasps.
“You’re so big,” she breathes out.
“We’d have to warm you up before you took my cock. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“God.” She laughs. “Where have men like you been all my life? Thoughtful. Hot. An expert on the female body. Are you even real?”
“I’ve been right here, waiting for you.” I nip at her neck and suck on her skin. “What’s your orgasm record in a night? Five? Six?”
“Record? It’s always been one and done. Is it even possible to have multiple?”
“Well, that won’t do.” I guide her to the wall again, bending her over. I give her ass a slap and smile when a pretty shade of pink blooms on the curve of her cheek. “Time to remedy that. I’m going to broaden your horizons, sweetheart.”
“What does that mean?” Maxine moans when I pull my fingers all the way out then push them back in her pussy, a methodical rhythm I pair with another touch to her clit. “Oh.”
“Feel good, angel?”
“Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel it—it’s everywhere and I?—”
“And you’re about to come while people pass us on the other side of that wall, having no idea you’re being finger fucked just a few feet away. I wonder what they’d think if they saw you with your ass out for a stranger.” My pace turns rougher, less gentle. My fingers are so wet, they almost slip out of her. “Not such a good girl after all.”
She lurches forward. She cries out, my name a mangled exultation spilling from her mouth, then she’s pulsing around me. Groaning and bucking her hips, greedily chasing the relief I bring her.
I let her ride the orgasm out, not stopping until her breathing returns to normal. When it does, I pull my fingers out of her. I grab her hips and turn her so she’s facing me. Her back is against the wall. Her hair is messy, a few pieces sticking to her forehead and neck, and her skin is splotchy.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“That was nice.” Maxine smiles, and it’s dreamlike. Perfectly sated and adorable as hell. “Thank you for your service.”
“I’m not finished with you. Have you ever tasted yourself?” I ask, and her eyelashes flutter closed, then open. She dips her head, and I hook my clean fingers around her chin so she has to look up at me. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I would never judge you.”
“One time I used a toy to get off. After I finished, I, um, pretended it was… I gave it a blow job, and I tasted myself that way.”
I groan. Imagining her in her bed deep throating a sex toy is a hazard to my health, and I adjust my jumpsuit. Her eyes drop to the outline of my cock, and she reaches out to touch me. I take her wrist, stopping her, and she frowns.
“Tonight is about you,” I say. “I don’t need anything.”
“Really?”
