His hands grip my thighs tighter than ever as he continues to hold me in place, fingers digging deliciously into my skin. We’re reaching a peak of pleasure and I can almost feel the sweet release. The sound of our slippery bodies slapping into each other sends jolts of electricity through my body. They radiate from where we’re joined. His thumb finds my clit as he skillfully holds me above him with one hand and rubs back and forth.
A fresh burst of orgasms wrack my body, tightening me around him and sending him crashing over the edge with me. He spasms inside me and I feel the pulse as he fills the condom with liquid heat.
As I come down from the high of, well, cumming, I stuff my goodies back into my bra and rise from his lap. He pulls the used condom off and ties it while I pull my panties back to cover my glistening, well fucked folds. He watches me with a satisfied smile, moving sluggishly as if he’s too spent of energy for even the simplest of acts like moving or speaking.
I pull my pants and shirt back on as he stuffs himself back in his jeans, ambling slowly to the trashcan to throw away the condom. I fluff out my hair, hoping to give it a semblance of neatness and settle into the couch. I grab a piece of cold pizza from the box on the coffee table.
“So...” I say after I take a bite. “What episode of Walking Dead are you on?”
Chapter 10
Max
Lacey was the first girl I fucked solely for myself.
I had no intent to lure her back home to work for my dad. Hadn’t been tasked out to make her think I liked her in some sick mission for him. I was no longer that teenage boy too afraid to defy my sadistic father to deny him what he asked of me. And she didn’t already work for him on the streets selling her time, body and soul because he managed to sink his claws in deep and ruin her life to the point she had no other options.
Fucking her wasn’t simply an easy means to an end. She wasn’t caked in enough make-up and hair products to be spotted a block away in the dark, trained to sexualize her every move in order to lure in men while simultaneously covering the bruises she sported from my father’s hand.
No. Lacey was none of those things.
She was natural. Soft. Innocent of the type of life I grew up with. The type of life I helped drag others into to prevent more beatings dished out to me. In fact she was completely different from anything I was used to.
I didn’t deserve her but fuck I wanted her. And she wanted me back something fierce judging by the way she climbed on top of me with reckless abandon last night and rode me into delirium before binging on pizza and The Walking Dead for hours.
Touching her had been a mistake. Asking for her number had been a mistake too. I knew that long before I did it. Never intended to ask for it when I went to the coffee shop to study that day. We had been teetering in dangerous, uncharted territory.
The plan had been to write my paper at my usual table that day and leave. And if I were being honest with myself I just wanted to be near her. To feel her presence. I felt so drawn to her despite knowing I was going down a dark path that had only ever had one outcome.
If I had a different father, a different upbringing, I would want nothing more than to be with Lacey. Really be with her. Hand holding, kissing, dating. The whole nine yards. Part of my soul tugged me in that direction regardless of the warning sensors blinking every time I looked at her.
But I wasn’t good for someone like her. I couldn’t redeem myself of what I had done in my past or what I continued to overlook in my current life. What I continued to do.
I may no longer be an active participant to the same extent as before as far as the girls went but deep seated fear kept me rooted in place, unable to put a stop to what I knew occurred on a daily basis under my father’s roof.
Fear stood in my way any time I ever considered severing ties with him. Reporting him to the police and letting justice unfold.
I was lucky enough that he left me alone for the most part while I attended college. That had been a hard won battle. But to think I could ever fully escape his clutches would be fucking stupid.
And stupid I was not.
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Stupid. I was so fucking stupid.
I had reassessed my former opinion on my intellect as I stood in front of Lacey’s door the next night. I concluded that I was, in fact, stupid as fuck. The stupidest man alive most likely.
I knew the dangerous reality of dragging her into my life. I knew how this always turned out. But when she texted me to come over after she got off work I came running without a second thought.
Hooked.
Horny.
Hard.
When I saw her standing in the doorway in nothing but a silk robe and a smile I decided common sense and decency were highly overrated and could probably wait until tomorrow. What the hell did one more day hurt? One more time?
The days blur together like that, both of us swept up in a whirl of hot sex followed by my resolve that she’s better off staying away from me. She never listens.
I worry about pushing her too far knowing what she went through the night we met. It’s an unspoken worry and she pursues me with intensity and passion that almost makes me forget. She never brings up that topic again after the first night. I don’t know if that’s healthy but I’m content with waiting for her to deal with it when she feels ready. It isn’t my place to force therapy or pressing charges no matter what I think is best for her.
Besides…I had handled David. He won’t be a problem for her again.
I knock on Lacey’s door and wait for her to open. I headed straight to her apartment after class ended. This has become our new pattern. Her hands clutch my shirt as she pulls me inside and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body flush against mine. She had to be expecting me before I got here. It was no surprise really. It was the same thing we had done for the last couple of weeks like clockwork.
We stumble down the hallway and fall onto her bed in a smooth, practiced motion. Clothes fly off. I roll on a condom and am inside her within two minutes of knocking. I bet the neighbors fucking hate us. Our moans are loud enough to wake the dead, blending together as one solid and ongoing sound.
“Harder.” She begs.
I grant her wish, pumping my hips faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
This girl is an insatiable dream and I don’t want to wake up from it.
“I’m about to cum.” I groan into her shoulder and bite down gently. She moans again in response.
“Do it! Let me make you cum.”
That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I spasm inside her and she lets go too, constricting around me with a tight squeeze. I can’t seem to get enough of this girl.
I’ve had her on her kitchen table after we ate the spaghetti she cooked for us last night. The day before that it was next to the front door with me pressing her back against the wall and pounding her because neither of us could wait long enough to get to the bed. Before that it was in my car after I picked her up from work, her riding me in the driver’s seat while we parked on the side of a dark road.
The list went on and on.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And I was beginning to stop thinking about even trying.
It felt too good. Too right if I was honest with myself. But that was a risky thought so I pushed it off each time it crossed my mind, focusing instead on the burning lust. The unquenchable desire. The way she felt wrapped snugly around my cock.
No one had ever felt so perfect.
We laid side by side on her bed listening to the sound of our erratic breaths evening out. My heartbeat slowed to a normal pace as I came back down from the high of Lacey. Slowly logical thought returns and I gather my discarded clothes from the floor to get dressed. Lacey stays on her bed tangled naked in her peach sheets watching me.
“You could stay if you want.”
She had offered before a couple times. Each time I’ve said no.
Th
ere’s no way in hell I could spend the night and pretend this wasn’t an actual thing between us. It would be a first for me. I just couldn’t do it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“Nah. I better get home. I have class in the morning. Didn’t bring any clothes.”
She stares at me with her pretty brown eyes and seems to look right through me. She’s not buying that excuse.
“You know…you could bring some tomorrow. When you come back.”
There she goes. Speaking our unspoken truth. We both knew I was coming back tomorrow. I was here every damn night for the past several weeks. But it made my skin feel tight to hear her point it out. Made me think of where this thing between us was headed.
I leave without much comment on her offer. Hightail it out of here as fast as I can without hurting her feelings. She says goodbye but stays in bed while I see myself out. I lock her door on my way out and drive home in a haze, completely lost in thought.
And I don’t go back to her apartment the next night.
Chapter 11
Lacey
Two nights.
Two nights pass and he never shows back up at my apartment. He doesn’t come to the coffee shop to study. In itself that wouldn’t be unusual since the frequency of his visits dropped back down to a few times a week after we started meeting at my apartment.
My last text show he read them but I never got a response.
The cause for his cold shoulder is obvious. I know I made him uncomfortable by asking him to stay the night. But he was at my apartment fucking me every night. Why was it such a big deal to stay a few hours longer and get some sleep here too? We could have morning sex before class. That sounded like a good way to start the day if you asked me.
By the time he shows up at the coffee shop on the third day I’m fed up. He has the nerve to walk up to the counter smiling like an idiot. I continue to stare at him with a blank look hoping he can see how annoyed I am and stay far away from me.
Don’t want to spend the night? Fine.
Don’t want to date me? Ok. I’m good with that.
Can’t even bother to answer a text asking if you’re ok? Fuck no.
“Hey Lace.”
“Can I help you?” I paste on my best customer service smile along with a matching voice.
“Don’t be like that.”
“Be like what?” I’m beyond annoyed at his nonchalance at this point. “I’ve been worried about you. I see you’re fine though. And your fingers aren’t broken so I’m assuming you didn’t respond to my texts because you just didn’t want to.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t have service-”
I scoff at the bold lie.
“Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No. I-”
“Are you going to order something?”
“Damn it. Listen to me. I had to go home to help my dad and brother with a couple things yesterday. It lasted longer than I thought so I crashed at my dad’s. I didn’t get service.”
The tightness in his voice when he mentions his family isn’t lost on me.
“And Sunday night?”
“I thought we needed some space.” He answers with honesty. “But I planned to come back yesterday.” He waits for me to say something and when I don’t he continues on. “I wasn’t…ghosting you or whatever you thought.”
“We would have to be together for me to get ghosted, Max.” I respond with bite. He sighs in return. “I didn’t expect you to come back. I just deserved at least a text so I didn’t worry about you.”
“Angel-”
“Don’t angel me.”
“But-”
I look around the coffee shop at the customers. “I’m at work. I can’t argue with you right now.”
He follows my eyes around the crowded room and drops his voice. “I don’t want to argue at all.”
Outright ignoring him, I busy myself with wiping the counter clean. He sighs again in frustration and stomps over to a table, setting up his laptop and pulling a thick textbook from his backpack.
Customers come and go. Max walks back up to the counter and orders a small milk.
“Who the fuck orders milk at a coffee shop?” I hiss at him quietly as I ring up his ridiculous order.
“Jesus. Is that how you talk to customers?”
“If you don’t drink coffee why the hell do you even come here?”
“The ambiance and exceptional customer service.” He winks at me in a clear attempt to annoy me even more than he already has. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a sailor’s vocabulary?”
“No.”
“Well you do.” He gazes up at the menu with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.
“Do you want anything else, sir.” I ask, heavy on the sarcasm. Rather than get irritated back Max just lifts his eyebrows suggestively.
“What kind of coffee would you recommend?”
“Coffee?”
“Yeah. Coffee.”
“Are you fucking with me?”
“I’m sorry. What?” He scrunches his face in mock confusion. “This is a coffee shop… Right?”
He’s radiating with veiled amusement, proud of himself for getting under my skin. A smile cracks at the corners of my mouth and I fight it. It’s an annoyed type of smile, one you get when something is so ridiculous there’s nothing you can think to say. I definitely don’t want to encourage this childish shit.
“I’m being serious though.” His smile warms, ending the game. “Make me a coffee?”
“Ok.” My heart flutters in my chest as our eyes meet. His wordless apology is enough and I give him a small smile back to accept. “What kind?”
“I really don’t know. I’ve only had black before and it was disgusting.”
“Ok. So something sweet?”
“I like sweet.”
“You like cinnamon.” I point out. I made us breakfast for dinner once and he insisted on helping with the French toast, adding extra cinnamon when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“I do.” He agrees, sounding pleasantly surprised at my observation.
I get to work making him a cinnamon latte and hand it to him with a smug smile, knowing he’s going to love it. “Try this.”
He takes a small sip and winces from the burn to his tongue. His face transforms to an amazed expression and the triumph of the moment washes over me. “This is delicious.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I am.” He admits. “I really didn’t think I would like it. I only ordered it so you would talk to me. This is actually good. You’re like a bartender…but for coffee.”
I laugh at his statement. It was refreshing to have something to smile about. Now that I had some time to think on what he said I can at least admit to myself that I appreciate Max being honest with me about needing space. There were a lot of guys that would just lie and tell me what I wanted to hear. Then they disappear out of nowhere.
Max didn’t pretend. He spoke his mind and was unapologetic about it. I may not like his answer but I could respect it. At least I didn’t have to worry about him blowing smoke up my ass.
“You want to go somewhere?” His voice held a hint of uncertainty as if he wasn’t sure I would say yes.
Sex. He’s asking for sex. My heart speeds and pulse throbs. A rush of achiness hits me instantly and I squeeze my legs together in uncomfortable anticipation.
Go somewhere was code for fuck me and god did I want to. It was shocking to my senses how badly I wanted to. I simply couldn’t get enough where he was concerned. No sooner than we finished did I want more.
I ask Amy to cover the rest of my shift, knowing the shop wasn’t expected to be busy for the rest of the afternoon. It wasn’t likely I would be missed. Max drives us to the beach much the same as the first night. The sun shines brightly in the sky today. An occasional cloud passes over the sun, shading the sand from the rays of heat for brief moments.
He grabs my hand and leads me to a shady s
pot hidden from anyone that might be walking along the water’s edge. Our own private nook nestled away from the world around us. We could hear cars driving by and gravel crunching along the main road in the distance. The sound of the waves crashing drowned out the sounds of us making up.
It was amazing. I forgot why I had even been mad at him before. Who could be mad at someone that could make their body clench and tingle the way he could? It was like magic. He could set my body on fire with a simple stroke of his fingertip.
He smothered my cries of pleasure with his mouth, kissing me with enough intensity to shut me up. We didn’t need to scar the children splashing by the water with the sight of us going at it. After I settled my frantic breathing and quieted down he let himself go. I felt him jerk inside me, filling the condom with each spasm.
“I missed you when you were gone.”
I nuzzle into his warm neck and relish in his heat, a sharp contradiction to the chilled sand against my back. The sand underneath the sun had burned my feet but in this shaded spot it felt almost icy. His body stiffened after my admission and I instantly regretted it. My sleepy mind had allowed my mouth to spill that tidbit I would have otherwise kept to myself.
Couldn’t take it back now.
“You did?” He asked softly. His voice sounds far away as I slip into a shallow realm of sleep. He doesn’t sound happy about it but I can’t be sure. I’m too loopy from the beginnings of drifting to sleep.
“Mmhhmmm.” Exhausted and sated, I fight to keep my eyelids open. The shady spot we lay under feels cozy. I roll to my side, deciding it won’t hurt to take a little nap.
He suddenly sits up ramrod, putting distance between us. “I’m not going to date you.”
“Ohhh-kayyy…Should I be offended?” I bite back, suddenly wide awake.
“No.” His expression softens marginally but he remains stoic. Serious. “It’s not you. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s me.”
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