“Suck me, Kitten.”
The nickname he gives me increases my pleasure. Does he know? Could he possibly know how much I’d like him giving me a pet name? How it makes me wet, hearing him call me kitten, in that gravelly voice of his, full of need. I give into his demand and take him into my mouth, letting my tongue bathe him, taste and tease him as I open wider and take him to the back of my throat. My other hand is still holding the soap. I use it to slide firmly down the sides of his legs and the underside of his balls. His moan of approval is all I need to know he loves what I’m doing. I increase the pressure of my lips, sucking him harder, hungry for the taste of him I know is coming. I slide the soap farther back, pushing against the base of his ass, letting the bar divide his cheeks and give him a little something extra. His grip in my hair increases to a hard pull, but I don’t stop. His large hand comes to the other side of my face and then he uses this to make sure he has control as he fucks my mouth. His dick, widens in my mouth until it’s all I can do to swallow. Has he ever been this hard before? Tears sting my eyes as he stretches my throat, and still I give him more, giving him what he needs, tightening my throat against his cock and swallowing him. The soap falls to the tub, the clang barely heard over the pounding of my heart and Max’s ragged breathing. My fingers tighten into his ass cheeks as I brace myself while he fucks my mouth harder and harder. His balls are tight, pushing repeatedly against my chin, and I know he’s close. He’s going to give it to me, and I’m anticipating it. He pulls out of my mouth. I cry out in disappointment. I worked for it. I deserve the taste of him, the feel of him sliding down inside. I don’t have time to complain, however. I can only watch, hypnotized as he jerks his cock hard, his big hand moving up and down. The head of his cock is covered in pearl liquid, barely seen, and then disappearing as he strokes himself and then…he explodes. Streams of cum shoot out landing on my face, my breasts, painting me, in him. Scalding me, marking me in a way that I know is permanent and when he cries out my name and those beautiful dark eyes close in pleasure. I welcome it.
“Marcum looks awfully happy today,” I tell Cherry, smiling as I watch the big, burly guy throwing one of his twins up in the air then catching her. The little girl cackles and hollers “Daddy” every single time. It’s a game that’s been going on for the last thirty minutes and shows no sign of ending.
“He always is when he has time with his babies.”
Conversation stops when Jenna comes out of the main building. She’s walking with two other girls, and clearly they are not, old ladies. She looks over at me and flips me off. I think about going after her, but Max picks that time to come over and wrap his arms around me, pulling me back against him, as he straddles the picnic bench behind me.
“Hey, Kitten.”
I can’t stop the self-satisfied smile that spreads when Jenna huffs and curls her nose at us, before flouncing back the way she came. Inside I’m cheering. Suck it, bitch.
“Where you been?” I ask, tilting my head back to look at him.
“Finalizing some things with Marcum. Two weeks, Kitten. Just two more weeks.”
My stomach flutters at the thought. We’ve already been in hiding for over a month. The Vipers connections with the law and the fact they own the town have helped, but is six weeks too long to be staying in one place? Are we tempting fate?
“Tess,” Max’s voice growls in my ear. It’s only then I notice my body has tensed up. He can read me like a book, and he knows what I’m thinking.
“It’s good, Max. If you’re sure, I trust you,” I answer, trying to reassure him and myself. I just can’t help feeling like there’s this shoe above my head, and it’s getting ready to drop. I haven’t really had the best track record with life.
“Excuse us, ladies,” Max announces to all the other women sitting around the table. Then, before I can object or complain, he grabs my hand and leads me back into the main compound. The heavy metal door slams behind me, and I’m temporarily blinded, because the hall we’re in has no windows, and my eyes take a moment to focus and adjust. Max is literally dragging me down the hall. I think he’s going to take me to the room we stayed in weeks ago, but no, he turns the corner and shoves us in the dark recessed area beside a restroom. My breath locks in my chest when he raises my hands above my head, imprisoning them in one of his. His other hand goes again around my neck, and he tilts my head back to look directly at him—demanding my attention. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“What? Max…”
“Tess, do not lie to me! No one is twisting your arm to make you do this. You said it was what you wanted. You agreed to it.”
“You’re being an ass again, Max. I’m fine; I’m just worried we’re tempting fate staying here too long. You asked me to go with you, and I’m going,” I huff.
“We’ll be fine. Marcum and the boys have the place locked down. You just remember to do what I told you and don’t contact anyone from your old life. That would do more harm than anything. They need to believe you are still being held hostage and that we are long gone.”
“I haven’t. I told you I wouldn’t. Jesus, you’re strung tight today,” I grumble, pushing my arms against his hold. It’s useless; he’s not letting go. Like everything with Max, it will happen when he wants it too.
“That’s because I bought you something today, and I can’t wait to get you home,” he growls, bending down and biting on the right side of my neck. The sting of pain is quickly followed by the sweet kiss he leaves, his tongue teasing the skin. I can’t stop the way my hips rotate towards him. Max has turned me wanton. A woman who craves his constant touch and attention. It’s been constant sex since that day on the beach. I’m not complaining, I’ve come to love the way my body aches from being well used and satisfied. Still, it makes me wonder if he thinks our time is limited too. Is he trying to store all the memories he can, up like I am? Is it even that important to him? Am I? Or am I just…available? Or hell, even gullible. I’m so out of my depth most of the time with him. “Aren’t you going to ask what it is?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts—thankfully.
“What did you get me?” I ask, tilting my head to give him even more access to my neck. His tongue runs slowly up to my ear and then swirls along the shell. He bites into my lobe, and when he hears my moan, I can almost feel his lips spread into a smile.
“A little something to get you ready,” he says cryptically.
“Get me ready?” I gasp when his hand reaches under my shirt, and he palms my bare breast, kneading it his strong hand—the callused skin teasing my straining nipples.
“Yeah, Kitten, I’m going to fuck that ass of yours soon. I want to make sure you’re ready for me when I do.”
His husky answer sends shivers of awareness down my spine, and the moisture between my legs should be shameful, but it’s not. My reaction to Max is beautiful, beyond anything I ever experienced before and ever dreamed I could.
“Max either fuck me or quit torturing me,” I cry, writhing now that he has my nipple captured between his thumb and forefinger, tormenting it and making my knees go weak.
“Does my little Kitten need to be fucked?”
“Are you going to talk about it or just give it to me?” I growl when I fail, yet again, to get my hands away from his hold.
“I can’t give you my dick, baby. I’m out of raincoats, and we can’t let that happen again.”
“They’re condoms, Max, and I hate them,” I try to sound hateful, because I do indeed hate them, but he picks that moment to let his fingers slide down my stomach, pushing my skirt and panties low on my hip, giving his hand has free reign to my pussy.
“Fuck! You’re soaked,” he growls, as his fingers dip inside of me, moving, through the cream he encounters, and raking the sensitive skin in one delicious, smooth glide. He thrusts his fingers inside while the palm of his hand rubs against my clit.
“Max, hurry….anyone could come in,” I whisper, riding his hand and getting more and more desperate to come.
“Let them. I don’t care if they all see me fuck my woman. Because you are, aren’t you, Tess? You belong to me. Don’t you?”
“Oh, God, Max, don’t stop. Please…Oh fuck…please…”
“Please what? Say it, Kitten. Say it.”
“Play with my clit. Make me come, Max. Oh God, make me come.”
“There’s my good girl,” he purrs, manipulating my clit like only he can. He’s right. I belong to him. I’m his. “When I get you home, where I have the supplies, I’ll give you my dick. I’ll bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk afterwards.”
“Max…” I call out, oblivious to where we are now, needing only for Max to keep working his magic.
“Then, after you come all over my cock, I’m going to tie you to the bed and torture you for hours with all the pretty toys I bought you today. Hours, Tess. Hours of doing nothing but making you come over and over.”
“Oh, Jesus…” I cry, picturing him doing just that and the image is enough to send me to the edge. “Max! I’m going to come!”
“Not until I tell you, Tess,” he says, the beard he’s been growing tickling the inside of my neck as he continues his biting. I’ll have bruises there when we’re done. He loves marking me. Hell, I love it too.
“Damn it, Max, please. Honey, I need to come.”
“Give me your mouth, Kitten.”
I turn my face, blindly searching, my body moving fast and hard against his hand and squeezing the hell out of it—riding it with all I have. Our noses brush, our teeth bump and then his tongue is pushing in my mouth, claiming it, owning it and swallowing my cries as I come so hard my legs want to collapse. The pressure of Max’s hand on my wrist, pinning me, is the only reason I’m still standing. As he slowly lets go, I give him the weight of my body, my nails biting into his arms, afraid he’ll let go before I can stand.
His fingers casually leave me, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. “Tess,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and gravelly. I open my eyes to look at him. His fingers are soaked with my wet, glossy, cream. He runs his tongue over them playfully, before sucking them in his mouth. I feel my center clench, and I swear I come again just watching him. “My woman tastes good.”
“Jesus,” I gasp, and it’s the only word I have the air to utter.
He finally pulls my clothes back up, with a cocky look. “I think all you should wear from now on are those stretchy skirts. That way I can fuck you whenever and wherever I want. Much easier access.”
Jesus. I may never wear jeans again.
I watch as the little know-it-all-bitch twists her ass and walks away with Max. My Max. I had him right where I wanted him before that bitch Renee went and ruined shit. Now he comes crawling back here, asking the boys for help, dragging along some bony-ass broad and ignoring me. That’s not going to work. He thinks he can whisk her away to Aruba, where she can have the life I should have had? Oh fuck, no. That shit isn’t going to happen. Max is loaded, and that should be mine. If I can’t get money from him, then I’ll make sure she doesn’t either. Shit, he’s an escaped criminal on the run, right? Has to be a fucking reward in that somewhere. Just watch how fast that bitch leaves him twisting in the wind if her high and mighty friends on the outside know she’s not a hostage, but sucking a felon’s cock and begging for more.
I’ll teach her to mess with me. I’ll get her and Max both.
Tess is like a sweet addiction. One taste and you just can’t stop until you get another one. And another. She’s over at the picnic tables eating with the Vipers’ old ladies and helping Marcum’s kids eat. She’s laughing and so breathtakingly beautiful. I almost feel guilty for touching her, not enough to stop though.
“She fits in well, boy,” I look up as Marcum sits down beside me. I’m on the steps of the old garage across from the yard. I scoot over a bit, to make room for the old bastard.
“That she does. Don’t even think she knows just how well. Did you fix it so she has access to the money Raymond left me? I want to make sure she’s taken care of no matter what, Marcum.”
“It’s done. Tess’s student loans are paid and she’ll never want for anything. I got it covered. A smart man might think about getting his shit together here, so he can claim her right.”
I snort, I can’t help myself. That’s rich coming from his ass. “Are you actually giving me advice on women?”
“Would you listen if I did? You always have been a headstrong, stubborn, son of a bitch,” Marcum says, lighting up a cigarette. I look over at him, the smell of tobacco filling the air. Some days it’s like looking in a mirror. I’m not sure how we’ve kept the secret as long as we have. The only one who knows Marcum is my old man, is Dusty, the road boss of the crew. I may associate with the old man now, hell, I even trust him. But his fucked up life was never what I wanted for my own. Which just goes to show you, never say never, because I sure topped any of the old man’s mistakes by a fucking mile.
“Probably, not. Too much has been done, now. If I’m going to have any time with Tess. It’s not fucking going to be with me behind bars, wishing I could touch her. I’d rather they kill me now.”
“She told Cherry she thought you’d get out pretty easily.”
“Tess is smart, she also believes in fairytales and wishes coming true. You and I both know the world don’t work that way.”
“If wishes were horses…,” he starts.
“We’d all fucking ride…” I end, and he laughs, snuffing out his cigarette on the cement.
“So you’re taking her with you? Going to become what? Some beach bum?” he asks.
“Why not, I got the money. Might as well make sure I enjoy what time I have.”
“And Tess? What happens if you’re discovered?”
“We just went over it. You’ll make sure she’s good,” I tell him, and that’s not a question.
“Yeah, I will. First pussy you’ve messed with I can stomach. I tried to warn you to stay away from that damned Renee.”
“Yeah, that you did, old man, but then again if you listened to your own advice your dick wouldn’t have had more pussy than the local animal shelter, and I wouldn’t have ten brothers and sisters floating around Florida.”
“Eight, damn it. Can I help it if your old man’s soldiers come out shooting bullseyes? Just remember you got that same makeup. I want grandkids, no fucking lie, but that woman deserves better than to be knocked up alone.”
“I’m taking care of it,” I tell him, but I can’t help the involuntary gut check, remembering that day on the beach. My dick hardens at the memory of emptying inside of Tess. Fuck me, I hope I am not like my old man.
“Good enough. How about you go and meet your baby sisters? I can’t help but notice you’ve been avoiding being around them since you got out.”
“No one knows, right?”
“I told you ages ago; I wouldn’t say. I don’t see what the fuck you want to keep a secret for. I’m a fucking great father. God knows I’ve had enough experience. I sure as hell can’t be any worse than that bitch’s brother was for you.”
I shake my head as he mentions my mother. It’s an old argument, and he’s not exactly wrong. “Lay off Raymond, he was good in his way.”
“Old coot was crazier than Bessie bugs.”
“He did his best,” I argue, getting up.
Marcum stands up beside me shaking his head, “Just like I said boy, always were a headstrong, stubborn, son of a bitch,” he says slapping me on the back.
“Are you really running off with that rack of bones over there, Dawg?” My shoulders sag as I hear the voice, and I look over my shoulder as Jenna comes out of the garage. I had been feeling pretty good.
Marcum gives Jenna a look that would bring the paint off the side of a barn, but the woman foolishly ignores it. “Remember what I said about that damned whore you messed with before, boy?” Marcum asks.
“Yeah?”
“It goes double for this one.”
Jenna again seems oblivious as Marcum leaves to join Tess and the others.
“What’s that old coot going on about?”
“You’d be wise to show some respect, Jenna.”
“Whatever. You’re taking her with you to Aruba? What the fuck? She’s like some anorexic fucking whore who tries to pretend she don’t get on her knees and beg for cock…”
I grab her hard by the shoulders, pushing her against the building.
“This will be the only warning you get from me, Jenna. The only one. And I’m only fucking giving it now because for some damned reason I used to stick my dick in you. So listen up. You stay away from Tess. You don’t even breathe the same air as Tess. I hear from her or any fucking person here that you have been bothering her, I will make you sorry you were ever born. You get me?”
“Dawg!” she whines, but I can hear a trace of fear in her voice. She should be afraid.
“I said, do you get me?”
“Is there a problem?” Tess’s voice rings out softly from behind me. Her hand touches my back as if to calm me. It works. Hell, I suddenly don’t want even my hands touching Jenna. I pull back.
“No, Kitten. No problem here. Right Jenna?”
Jenna looks at Tess and then back at me, and you can practically see the resentment coming off of her in waves, but she wisely keeps her tongue in her head. “Yeah, not a problem to be had here. Not a fucking thing to be had here,” she says turning away and going back into the garage.
“Should I even ask?” Tess asks a heartbeat later.
“Just….”
“Cleaning out the trash?” Tess, interrupts and I can’t help but smile.
“Something like that, Kitten. Let’s go eat,” I tell her putting my arm around her and leading us back the way she came.