“You know, Max, I’ve got to pray your taste has done a one-eighty while you were in prison.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well from your ex; to Jenna. If it hasn’t improved, I don’t even want to know what that says about me.”
I stop walking as her words register, and Tess walks on. Then I take one large step and slap her hard on the ass.
She laughs, rubs her butt, smiles at me and gives me a wink.
I look up and see my old man smiling and giving me a nod of approval. Hell, who would have thought I would have wanted that at my age?
“Max!” Tess calls out again. Her voice is hoarse, her body shaking. How many orgasms does this make? I’ve lost count myself. I just know that with each one she somehow tastes sweeter.
My face is buried between her legs; her body is thrusting against my mouth. That’s it. Because I have her hands and legs tied, spread-eagle to the bed. Helpless. She’s all mine and helpless to do or accept anything but what I’m willing to give her.
My arms wrap around her hips, as I pull her sweet little pussy even harder into my mouth, eating her out and letting her ride my face hard. Her entire body is shaking, her clit is hard as a stone and pulsating against my lips when I suck it in my mouth. She’s about to go over the edge, but I’m not ready for that—not yet.
I pull back, trying not to smile at her cry of despair.
“Max, damn it!” she cries, her eyes opening, but she’s almost too far gone, and not able to focus completely. Beautiful.
I stand up, enjoying the way her eyes follow every move I make. I reach down and stretch my cock, my grip hard and solid as I stroke him. I’m giving myself blue balls here, but when I finally thrust into her, it will be worth it. My finger reaches down to catch the thin stream of pre-cum that is leaking from my cock. My gaze moves to Tess and her eyes are locked on my every move. That sexy little tongue of hers comes out to lick her lips in hunger. I can’t resist bending over and painting her lips with my finger. Her breath pants against my skin, loud and ragged in the room. She moans as my taste greets her tongue. She sucks against her lips and my finger. Insatiable. Such a fucking demanding woman. She’s perfect.
I reach over to the tray I’ve placed by the bed and grab the medium plug I purchased earlier. Grabbing the small container beside it, I get back to what is fast becoming my favorite place on Earth—between Tess’s legs. I make sure I maintain eye contact with her the entire time, wanting her to see me lubricate the plug I bought especially for her. I make a show of it, enjoying the way those green, dilated eyes are drinking me in.
“Have you ever had two cocks in you at the same time, Kitten?” I ask, and the image makes my voice harsh. Before, until this point in my life, the idea of that was fucking hot to me. The idea of Tess having that makes me want to rip heads off. I beat down that response. I don’t know what makes me so territorial with Tess, but it’s becoming clear she’s more than I ever bargained for.
“No…” she answers. Her voice soft and hushed but I can tell there’s a hint of worry in it. “Except for Rory…I mean, well there has only been you.”
I wasn’t expecting that. Dual sensations war within me. I like that she’s so free and giving to me, despite not having a lot of experience. At the same time, I hate this faceless Rory, for getting things from Tess that I never will. For having her firsts and her…heart. He’s in her heart. It bothers me. It fucking irritates the hell out of me, and I can’t even begin to explain why. I clear my throat and try to get out of my own head.
“You’ve lost your chance, Kitten, because I own this body of yours now, and I am not sharing you.”
“I don’t want you too, Max…I only need you…” her soft voice replies and I ignore the small phantom pain those words give me.
“I can still give you the sensation of having two cocks in you though. So fucking hot, Kitten. Fucking your sweet little cunt while your ass is stretched. You’ll feel so full and stretched, like you’re coming apart at the seams,” I tell her. I lay the now lubricated plug on her pussy, which is still straining towards me, even if I have been neglecting it for other things. She gasps and I smile, spreading more lube from the jar onto my fingers. It starts cool on my skin, but quickly I feel the way it heats up on contact. “The trick is to make sure I have you prepared.”
“Max!” She cries out, yet again, as I push my index finger into the tight, little, ringed entrance of her ass. It pops through easily with the lube, and I quickly work to apply more. On my next go around I use two fingers. Her body jerks, her head goes back in pleasure, and she lets out one deep moan that makes my cock tremble.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take what I fucking give you,” I growl, unable to resist thrusting my fingers harder into her ass. Her moan extends out louder, sounding desperate and that makes me even harder. I wanted to drag this out, but it seems I’ve misjudged her power over me. I react to Tess in ways I never have before. That could be dangerous for both of us.
I’m pissed at her for making it so I can’t take more time. I wanted to spend the day torturing her before I found satisfaction. That’s not going to be possible. I remove my fingers, enjoying the wail of disappointment she gives. I’m a sick fuck, but I like knowing she’s being punished. I grab the cloth I have placed on the tray and clean my hands, thoroughly. Then I pick up the plug and push it ever so slowly into Tess’s ass.
“Relax, Kitten. Let it happen,” I coax, smiling as she slowly opens up for me, and it pops through and sits inside of her.
“Oh, God. Jesus Max.”
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
“I’m empty, Max please. I need you inside of me.”
I take a minute to admire the way she looks, but I’m with her. I’m too close to the edge to keep waiting. I slap the condom over my cock, without much thought. That’s her fault too. Normally I would have enjoyed torturing her with every small movement and action before I give her my cock. Will I ever have enough of Tess so that I can do that? I’m beginning to think the answer is a big fat, no.
There’s no need to see if she’s ready. Fuck, she’s so wet the insides of her thighs are slick. That works for me since I’m about to come from just seeing her spread out and filled while her pussy is crying for attention. I quickly untie her ankles, though I’m not sure she realizes it, she’s so far gone. I poise my cock at her entrance, regretting I can’t be gentle, but I don’t have that in me.
“Tess.”
Her head carefully turns towards me. Tears are in her eyes, and her body is pushing for more than it’s getting. She’s on a razor’s edge. I did that. I brought her to that.
“M...Max…”
“Mine,” I growl plunging hard inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust. I give her nothing but every inch of my cock, as I go balls deep. I feel the pressure of the plug through the thin layer separating her walls. Her scream and the way her hands pull against her restraints worry me briefly. Maybe I should have tried to hold back, but then her legs wrap around me, the heels of her feet digging into my ass and her greedy little snatch is milking my cock, trying to ride it, even without me moving.
I lean over her, sliding so that just the tip of my cock remains inside her pussy and then slam back in. Each thrust pushes her up on the bed and makes her cry out. I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who will make sure she gets what she needs. Only me. She’s moaning, and I catch my name, as her pussy ripples against my shaft. I can feel the warm gush of heated cream even through the latex. Her orgasm takes hold with nothing more than a whimper from her. I ride her hard, my balls throbbing. My own release is so close, I can taste it, but I don’t let it happen. I push harder and faster, pumping her like a man possessed. Because I am. I am possessed by this woman in ways that I have never experienced and never will again. When I climax, the last thought I register as I look into her eyes is one that should terrify me. She’s the only woman I’ll ever want. For the rest of what life I have, whether it be a day or even fifty
fucking years, for me it will always be Tess.
Hell.
“I think you may have killed me,” Tess murmurs sleepily, curling into me. I untied her and cleaned her up all while she was lying still on the bed. I don’t think her body had the energy to do much more. Hell, I’ve not had the workout her body did, and I’m almost as tired. I place a kiss on the top of her head, holding her and staring up at the ceiling. I’m trying to process what the fuck just happened. This is sex, right? I’ve had sex since I was thirteen. In all that damned time, it’s not been… Fuck, it’s never been like this. What does that mean? Tess is working her way inside of me, and I don’t know what the hell do with it all.
A smart man might think about getting his shit together here, so he can claim her right. Marcum’s words replay in my head. I close them out. Tess may believe in fairytales, but I sure as fuck know better. It’s sex. That’s it. Just sex.
“Tell me about Rory,” I command, desperate to find something that will put distance between her and the feelings she’s gradually pulling from me.
“Why?” she asks, kissing my shoulder.
“I want to know.”
Her fingers glide along my bicep, and I think she may be ignoring the question. Then her voice breaks the silence.
“Rory and I met when we were fourteen. We were both thrown into this hellhole of a foster home. You know the kind where the responsible adults take in kid after kid for the check and don’t bother to take care of them?”
I grunt. Yeah, I know the kind.
“There was an older kid there. Mean. The kind that had been on the streets a while. He liked me, and I mean that in an every young girl’s worse nightmare, kind of way,” she whispers, and I hold her tighter.
“What did he do?”
“At first? Nothing. Just leering looks and lewd suggestions. Eventually, he began trying to get me alone. Touch me, because he could. That kind of thing.”
“And Rory?”
“Rory was a sweet boy, who loved me, and I loved him, but he was no match for Daniel. Daniel was older and a good hundred pounds heavier. Rory was small and built like me,” she says on a sad sigh.
“I doubt that, Kitten,” I tell her. Trying to joke and ignore the way it unsettles me that she cared so deeply for this other man. Just sex. That’s all.
She stops and then I feel her lips spread in a smile against my skin. “I didn’t mean that, Mad Max. Rory was sick. He’d had cancer from the time he was ten.”
“Hell.”
“Yeah. He was in remission when I met him, but the chemo had already played havoc on his young body.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, for a little while, like I said. Daniel was a scary figure always over my shoulder. There was some touching and harassing, but Rory always managed to help and keep me away from him. I thought it would be okay when Daniel had to move out because of his age. You know? That should have been the end of it.”
“It wasn’t?” I ask.
“I think Ms. Rhodes used Daniel for more than a check, because even after he moved out, she would let him come back. I admit I was young and naïve, but even I caught on to what they were doing upstairs while her husband was at work.” I let my fingers wrap in her hair and continue listening. “One night, the foster-fucks had put Daniel in charge of us while they attended some party. I was upstairs doing homework and didn’t realize what was going on. Daniel locked everyone out of the house and came to find me.” My body coils at her words and I wish I could go back in time and protect her. Tess should have had someone to keep her safe. “I was fourteen, almost fifteen. Except for a few kisses with Rory, I was pretty naive. Daniel scared me, but I tried to act like I knew what he was talking about. Like I knew the score and just didn’t want him. I had this mistaken impression that if I appeared to be the hardened, street kid, people wouldn’t fuck with me.”
“And?”
“In hindsight that might not have been the brightest approach. I don’t know if you know this about me yet or not Max, but I tend to make dicey choices, when under pressure.”
“I don’t know; I think I like some of your choices,” I tell her, capturing her hand in mine and letting my fingers massage her pulse points, for some reason needing this contact with her.
“Pig,” she laughs, but it’s a laugh that’s almost as tight as her body at the moment. She doesn’t want to finish the story. I should change the subject and let her off the hook. I can’t bring myself to do that. I need to know.
“Finish it, Kitten,” I prompt and she grows completely still and then sits up in bed, staring at the wall. My eyes follow the way the sheet clings and drapes around her soft curves, hiding a body I’ve come to know better than my own.
“Daniel came into my room. I had my headphones on, so I didn’t notice him until he already had me cornered. When I told him to leave, he laughed,” she whispers like it was a dirty little secret. “I screamed at him to leave. I told him if he didn’t the others would find him, and he’d be in trouble. I stupidly threatened him with the law, anything and anyone I could think of.”
“He wasn’t impressed?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“If the hit he gave me across my cheek was anything to go by, then I’d say no,” she jokes. I shift so I’m behind her and lift her body over so she lies between my legs and against my chest. Her back to my front, her head tucked under my chin, and I hold her close. Her body eases against me, and she sighs. “He threw me down on the bed and ripped my sweater. I can still remember the taste his skin, even after all these years, Max. The clammy, salty, horrible taste of his hand as he clamped it down on my mouth to stop my screaming.”
“Did he…”
“No, Max. He didn’t rape me. I managed to bite down on his hand hard enough that he jerked back. I was kind of proud that I drew blood. He punched me in the face then. I tried to scratch and claw, but he was bigger, stronger, and definitely meaner.”
“How’d you get away?”
“Long story short, Rory heard my screams, broke through a downstairs window with a baseball bat,” she tilts her head to the side and looks up me with this slight laugh. “You should have seen Rory. He was barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, but he came running in my room like a conquering hero. He took the baseball bat and used it to slam Daniel on the side of the head. Daniel fell, unconscious on the floor.”
Tessa shifts again, this time to snuggle into me and curl on her side. I try to ignore the way my dick semi-hardens as her ass brushes it. I clear my throat and try to concentrate on the story and not just how bad I want Tess, again, so soon. “What happened next?”
“I think Rory and I were both in shock at how easily Daniel went down. We threw what few clothes we had into a plastic Walmart bag. We ran to the kitchen and grabbed some food and drinks and put them in another bag. It took us all of ten minutes, and we were terrified the whole time, afraid Daniel would wake up.”
“He didn’t?”
“Nope, not a peep. Not even when Rory and I cleaned out his wallet. Now that was scary. I was sure he’d catch us. Rory insisted we needed the money to get us away from there though.”
“He was smart,” I say grudgingly—torn between liking this unknown kid and resenting him.
“The smartest,” she sighs. “We pocketed the money, Rory grabbed my hand, and we took off running. We never stopped running. From that moment on, it was him and me against the world.”
Jealousy. I feel it in spades right now.
“Where did you go?”
“Florida,” she half laughs. “We lived in Georgia then. Rory and I walked, hopped trains, and hitched. It’s a wonder we weren’t killed.”
“Damn.” I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. “You got married?”
“In a way. Rory and I were a team. We loved each other deeply, but well…it wasn’t an adult love, at least not for me—but he was my world. We were teens and experimenting. Rory was getting sick again. We both
knew it, though we tried not to talk about it. We decided to give each other our first times.” My arms contract against her, pulling her even further into me. Needing her closer, even if I don’t understand why. “Rory though, was an old soul. Or maybe he just knew his time was short. He said we couldn’t unless we were married because he wanted his first time to be with his wife.”
“Is that where you get it from?” I ask gruffly.
“Get what?”
“Your belief that fairytales happen?”
“Maybe. I’d like to think that Rory got everything in his next life that this one cheated him of. Plus, I mean with all the hell we had, somehow Rory and I found each other and that was good. That was pure. That has to mean something, Max.” There’s a pain in my chest at her words. I ignore it and wait for her to finish the story. “So, at the ripe age of seventeen, Rory and I went out on Flagler Beach and joined hands as the tide started coming in. We yelled out to the powers that be that we were linked together forever, husband and wife.”
“You’re a remarkable woman, Kitten,” I tell her, trying to work through the thoughts that I’m having, but unable to process them.
“It’s your turn now,” she says, and I sigh. I don’t want to talk about Renee. I’m about to tell her that when Tess, remarkable Tess, surprises me again.
“Exactly what is your relationship with the Vipers, Max? Why is Marcum going all out to help you? I mean I’ve seen your ink, and it’s great and all, but there has to be more to your story. Why is Marcum willing to help you so easily?”
I think I’m holding my breath, waiting for Max to answer. He’s so hard to read and our relationship, or whatever this is, is so complicated. I find myself worried; any time I push him for more.
“What makes you think there’s more?”
“Umm…gee…I don’t know, Max. Maybe because I’m not stupid. What kind of man would stick his neck out, and that of his men, to protect an outsider?”