The Bet by Max Monroe

Jude

Four hours we spent together tonight in the bowels of one of New York’s sexiest underground clubs, and I’m so ready for sexual contact I could snap. Touching, teasing, taunting, we’ve essentially been challenging each other to a duel—who can drive the other to distraction the most without making contact.

Aside from the small flick of my tongue against her neck, I’ve done nothing but suggest the power of our arousal, and she’s done the same.

We haven’t kissed. We haven’t fucked. Hell, I haven’t even rubbed my hand up the skin of her thigh.

As a result, my nuts feel as if they’re going to explode.

She turns the key in the lock on her door, and I hear the click of the bolt as it disengages with the jamb. I watch the line of her throat closely, observing as her perfect little freckle vibrates up and down with the zing of her excitement.

She swings open the door, gesturing for me to step inside first, and I don’t bother with objecting to the offer. Seeing as this is her place, I don’t imagine she’s going to lock me inside and take off, destination unknown.

I nearly laugh at myself, but frankly, I’m too far gone in my need to fuck her until she can’t breathe to give it any real energy.

She steps inside behind me, closing the door, and I take the opportunity to survey the space.

Her apartment is roomy for New York, with a separate kitchen, living room, and an actual hall that leads to a couple other doors that I assume are for bedrooms. It’s comfortable and girlie, and when I turn back and see her standing awkwardly at the kitchen counter while I appraise her place, that only makes it better.

“Do you, um, want something to drink?” she asks, shifting herself from one foot to the other and then turning to the cabinet behind her to pull out a glass.

I cross the room toward her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her back against me. She gasps at the unexpected contact—and likely, the feel of my hard cock as it presses into the crack of her ass—and drops the glass to the counter with a clang.

Thankfully, it doesn’t break.

I shake my head behind her, sneaking my lips around to the shell of her ear. “The only thing I’m thirsty for…isyou.”

“Oh God,” she breathes in reply, her entire body starting to tremble.

“I plan to fuck you so good you won’t walk straight in the morning,” I tell her, nipping at the line of her throat beneath her ear. “Are you all right with that, Sophie?”

She nods, the air from her lungs coming out in sharp, distinct pants.

“I need you to say it aloud, baby.”

“Y-yes,” she manages shakily.

Spinning her quickly, I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the counter, sliding my hands to grip the backs of her bare thighs.

She gasps, and I pounce on the opportunity to put my mouth to hers.

She tastes sweetly of alcohol and those fucking cherries she taunted me with toward the end of the evening.

“Mm,” I hum directly into her mouth, moving one of my hands to the back of her head and sinking it into the long brown tresses.

She moans, and I grip the strands and pull, exposing the long line of her perfect throat.

“I might be rough the first time, Sophie. Can you handle that?”

She nods and then quickly voices her answer too, clearly a fast learner. “Yes.”

Shoving my hands under her ass, I lift her off the counter, and our next destination is simple—her bed.

We’ll save the adventure of the kitchen counter and the shower and all the places that require some acrobatics for the second and third rounds. For this one, I just need room to work.

I walk quickly down the hallway while she takes control of the kissing, pausing briefly at the first door I come to until she groans and shakes her head, throwing an arm back behind herself to point to the end of the hall.

“That one,” she mumbles against my mouth, making me grin.

Resuming course, I travel the rest of the hallway and turn the knob to open her door, pulling my head away for just a moment to get a lay of the land in the room.

The last thing I want to do is trip and take us both down in a heap.

Her bed is just as I’d expect from the rest of the apartment, girlie and dainty with a deep-purple comforter and white-tufted throw pillows. There’s a plush white blanket tossed across the bottom of the bed as well, but as soon as I get close enough, I drop her down on her back and shove the loose blanket out of the way.

She scurries up the mattress some in a modified crab walk, and I don’t hesitate to follow her right in.

She lies back, her hair fanning out on her pillow, and her knees come up as she places her feet on the bed.

As I shove her thighs apart, her dress slides farther up her hips, and I close my mouth over the thin scrap of lace she’s using to cover the promised land and suck. Her back arches, and the most amazing taste hits my tongue.

“Mmm,” I moan against her, making her head thrash back and forth.

Her skin is tanned and silky-smooth, but I know immediately I can’t yet see enough of it.

I need her bare.

Roughly, I grab the straps of lace at the sides of her hips and pull, scooting the thin thong material down her legs and out of sight with a toss over my shoulder.

She moans, and I put my mouth back to her, this time without anything in between.

Fucking hell, she tastes good.

Up and out, her knees spread to give me better access, and I groan my approval. Too many women do the clench when I go down on them, scared to fully let themselves go in the moment. But there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows how much a man loves to lick her pussy and owns it.

Scooting my hands under her ass, I bring her closer to my mouth and eat like a man starved.

She gasps, breathing harder and harder and harder until a gush of deliciousness hits my tongue.

I drink all her goodness down until she stops shaking, and only then do I roll onto my back, shove my pants down, grab a condom out of my pocket, sheath myself, and reach for her.

Swiveling her hips, I position her on top, those glorious thighs of her straddling my hips, and feed myself inside her, inch by inch.

Her pussy clenches and her body shakes with adrenaline, and I have to close my eyes briefly because it all feels so fucking good.

“Come on, baby,” I tell her. “Show me what you can do. Your turn to have fun.”

She bites the flesh of her bottom lip with her straight white teeth and closes her eyes as she lifts up gently and sets herself back down.

I reach for her face, grazing her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “Keep your eyes open. I want to look at you.”

The green of her irises sparkles with indecision and insecurity as she follows my command, and I immediately soften my voice.

“Go fast, go slow. Whatever you want, Sophie. And I promise, whatever you do, it won’t be wrong.”

She nods slowly and then lets her head fall back until the tips of her long brown hair skim the tops of my thighs. It’s the most intoxicating sensation.

Slowly, she moves up, letting me fall from her center slowly, and then sinks down, in one smooth stroke that nearly robs me of the ability to think at all. She’s sexy as hell, that much I knew, but this unexpected level of shyness is a turn-on I never knew existed.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Take me how you want me.”

Bolstered by my words, she moves up and down again, this time taking me a little faster and harder. Her ass puts just the right amount of pressure on my balls during her downstroke and makes me groan.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy. Again, baby. Do it again.”

Up and down, up and down, slowly, ever so slowly, she builds both confidence and a rhythm that drives me crazy. I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s been a few weeks since I’ve fucked or what, but goddamn, does she feel good.

Grasping her hips, I hold on tight as she rides me, swirling her hips and licking her lips while her tits bounce beneath her slinky dress.

Damn. Sophie Sage is hot as fuck.

My pulse pounds and my ears start to ring as my climax climbs to escape from my dick.

“Faster, Soph,” I coach her, knowing she’s on the brink of coming again and wanting so badly to make sure she does it before I do.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, her head dropping back as the wave of pleasure starts to roll over her. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she yells then, her tits bouncing so deliciously during her frenzy that I know, without a doubt, they have to be the next thing I taste.

“Yeah, Sophie, come,” I beg, feeling my toes curl involuntarily with impending orgasm.

Finally, she lets go, dropping her chest forward and onto me, and my own climax hits me so hard, I swear to everything holy, I think I see stars.

Our breathing is ragged and our skin is flushed, and still, all I can think about is having her again.

“Next round,” I say softly, “you’re going to be naked and riding my cock in the shower.”