“Come up here and climb on my face, Kitten. Do it,” he orders briskly, lying back on the bed at the same time, leaving his legs hanging off the end of the bed. The old me would have been shy, but it feels like I’ve been with Max so long that there’s nothing to feel embarrassed about with him. When I get up there, he directs me, so I’m straddling his face. I stretch out over him and hold his cock in my hand, stroking it firmly. I watch as a pearl colored drop of liquid covers the head and can’t resist picking it up with my tongue. At that exact moment, Max slips his tongue inside of my depths. I whimper as he uses his tongue to fuck me. He gathers my cream and slides it to my clit in small circles over and over, before sucking it completely in his mouth.
My hips grind down on his face as I suck his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I’m not going to last long, and I want to take him with me. His strong hands bite into thighs, pulling me hard against his mouth and I ride. I take everything he’s giving me and demand more. I release his cock and run my tongue over his hard balls, stroking him with my hand.
“No, Kitten,” he growls, sliding me off his face and making it impossible for me to stop him. I hold on with my hand, not wanting to give up my prize but eventually he pries my hand away, capturing it above my head, while positioning himself at my opening. This is it. I finally get Max inside of me. He reaches over to the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom, and I frown. I want Max without anything between us. I don’t tell him that, but Max must see it on my face. “I can’t risk you getting pregnant, Tess. That’s something we can never risk with what’s going on with me.”
He has the condom on and he’s leaning over me his face so close to mine and regret is in his eyes. I touch his lips gently to hush him.
“We have right now,” I whisper, my other hand going down to position him. Max pushes into me while he sucks my fingers in his mouth. My heels dig into the mattress, and I spread myself as much as I can so he can sink deep inside of me. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he looks directly into my eyes, not moving a muscle. His cock stretches me, filling me completely.
“Tess…”
His eyes are dark and so deep; our breathing is ragged, and he begins moving. I squeeze his cock hard inside of me; so fucking hard, wishing I could keep him with me forever. My hips lift up off the mattress to try and chase him before he pushes back home again. It’s slow, hot and sultry and better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. It feels like we’re becoming a part of each other. I wrap one leg up high around his back, and he slips even deeper inside and it takes my breath away. My body curves at the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving me.
“Max,” I cry as I feel my inner muscles flutter around his hard, molten cock. I don’t want it to end yet, but it’s coming, and I can’t hold it back.
“Tess…” he says again, my name comes out as a hiss from his lips, and I fall over the edge. My climax hits. It steals my breath, and his thrusts increase in speed while one hand keeps locked on my throat, and the other is digging into my ass, using the hold so that each thrust hits that perfect spot.
“Tess…” he repeats, and I fall again, but this time it is a different kind of fall. I love him.
The knowledge scares me. It utterly terrifies me. I love Maxwell Kincaid. I think most of me did before I even met him, and I don’t know what that means and I don’t have time to process it now. I see the beauty of his climax move over his face. I shift and lift my other leg, so they both wrap around him tightly.
He sinks even farther with the change. His fingers find my center, teasing my clit while he keeps pounding into me. Our eyes never lose contact. I do my best to hold off my second orgasm, just so I can watch his, but I can’t. The combination of his thrusts and his fingers prove to be too much.
“Let me have it, Kitten. Give it all to me,” he groans, and I can feel the warmth of his release even through the latex.
“Max!” I cry out because this climax isn’t slow and steady. This orgasm is huge, earth-shattering. I’m almost afraid of the force of it, but Max is with me. I’m safe with Max. Somehow, I know I always will be.
“Tess! Where are you?” I call out for the fifth or sixth time. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I’ve been looking through the house for her and can’t find her anywhere. Tess and I are living in a safe house, which is a cottage on a private beach owned by the Vipers. Marcum set us up here, and we’ve been here for two weeks. I know we’re living on borrowed time, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life.
Marcum and the boys have set me up with fake info and are pushing to relocate me across the border. I keep putting them off. Marcum thinks it’s because of Tess and he’s right. The thought of leaving her, guts me. I thought time would help work her from my system, but the opposite is true. I’m more invested now than ever. I need to show her the papers that Marcum has fixed for her. It may not be fair to ask her to leave everything behind to move with me, but I can’t let her go. It will be freer there for sure. We won’t have to hide in the house. We could live a semi-normal life. We’d still be looking over our shoulder, but this way we could be together. “Tess!” I growl; going past worry into panic now.
I go out of the back door, wanting to yell out her name again, but we try not to announce those, even if it is a private beach, you can’t trust it. I see her down by the water looking out over the ocean, and instantly my fear recedes. It’s probably not healthy to be as obsessed with a woman as I am with Tess. It’s too fucking late now.
“Kitten, you scared me.”
She puts her hand over her forehead to block the sun, why I don’t know. There is no sun. It’s a dark, overcast, cool, fall day in Florida, and you can smell the scent of rain in the air even over the ocean salt.
“I lost track of time, Mad Max. You worry too much.”
“We can’t be too careful, Kitten. I’ve told you that.”
“It’s not me they’re after Max. If they find me, I’ll be fine, and you’ll know; they’d swarm the house looking for you,” she says, and her voice is tense.
I sit down on the sand beside her, watching the waves as they crash. I’ve lived in Florida my whole life, but never cared much about visiting the ocean. Since moving here with Tess, it has helped me breathe again.
“Do you want out? Is it time?” I ask her, needing to know if she’s done.
“Don’t ask me that, Max, not right now,” she says and that feeling in my chest blooms again. “I’m going back to the house to fix some dinner.”
“Why not right now? I told you to tell me when you had enough; when it became too much, or you just decided you didn’t want this any longer.”
“Yeah, you did. You covered your bases, Max. Relax, your conscience is clear.” She pulls away from my hold and stands, dusting the sand off of her jeans and starts walking back to the house.
“Stop. Don’t you go another fucking step, Tess.”
She stops and turns back to me, but her eyes are shooting fire.
“Are you done with this? Do you want out? They are simple questions woman, fucking answer them.”
“You are such a moron,” she says, before turning away again. Since we’ve been set up here, I’ve pretty much let things become smooth and easy with Tess. She’s dealing with a lot of shit because of me, and I haven’t wanted to rock the boat. But a woman, hell especially my woman, will not get away with that shit unless her ass is glowing red for it later. I follow and stop her before she reaches our back deck.
“What the hell, Tess? You want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Why? What’s the point, Max? It wouldn’t matter anyway!”
“Because you just called me a moron? Because I need to know if you’re ending what we have? Because I deserve to know where your head is at? Name the fucking reason, Tess.”
“Y
ou are a moron!”
“Woman, I’m warning you!”
“Warning me of what, Max? What you should have warned me about is that you’re pigheaded, a male asshole through and through and I’m tired.”
“What is going on? Jesus, you were fine this morning when I left.”
“No Max, I was half comatose from three orgasms.”
“See, fine. I take care of you.”
“Ahhh! Seriously? That’s what you think makes a relationship work?”
“Tess. I don’t do relationships. Fuck, the most serious one I had, was with a borrowed club girl that made me sour on the whole damn deal and it fucked my life up so bad. I mean hell, I can’t even take you out on a damned date!”
“No Max, you fucked your life up. You make the decisions you make and to hell with what the rest of us think or feel.”
Her words hit me hard, and they taste bitter. I step back away from her as I take them in.
“Tess, you’re on dangerous ground here. We’ve only been together for a short time. You can’t start acting like you got my shit wrapped around your finger. I am not that man. I will never be that man.”
“We’ve been together almost a month! A very fucking intense month that for regular, normal people time, is like six months!”
“Normal people time? Bloody hell woman you aren’t even making sense!”
“You need to turn yourself in!”
My head goes back as though she slapped me.
“What the fuck are you talking about? We’ve been through this.”
“No, no we haven’t, Mighty Mad Max has been through it, and he just expects me to agree. He expects everyone to agree. But you see here’s the thing! I don’t agree. You need to turn yourself in! We need to start living and not hiding, because eventually they will find you, Max. They will find you, and when they do it will be bad. Like epic proportions, bad.”
“Tess, I told you. If I turn myself in, even if by some miracle I make it alive. That would be the end of us. The end of anything we could have.”