She lay on top of my legs, staring up at the ceiling, her pussy open and exposed, leaking droplets of spit and cum across my stomach. I took that opportunity to hoist her up in my arms and deposited her flat on her back in the middle of the bed. I stood up to grab one of the condoms I kept in my overnight bag, but Heaven assumed something different and panicked.
“Max? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. I’ll try and do better next time. I mean, I know you didn’t get any special treatment, and I wasn’t sure where you wanted me to put my arms and legs, so…”
That fucking asshole cousin of hers had really messed up her head. I made a mental note to move him to the top of my shit list, bumping my mother out of her first-place position. No woman, especially the one lying naked in my bed, should ever be told she’s nothing but a whore and doesn’t deserve to feel pleasure. Buck used to say that it was the man’s job to fuck his woman right, make her feel special afterwards, and you’d never have to worry about her trying to fuck someone else. I never had a woman of my own to test the theory on, so for me, I’d chalked it up as Buck bullshit. I’d been a selfish asshole for most of my life. My needs came first, especially in the bedroom. Yeah, bad shit had happened to me, but so what? Heaven had had it just as bad if not worse, not to mention, she had to handle it alone. She deserved more than just a quick fuck. She deserved to feel… salvation.
“Come ‘ere, sweet Heaven.” I gathered her in my arms and held her tightly against my chest. She trembled like a skittish kitten but managed to return my embrace and held on.
“Remember, it’s just us here. No one else. I’d eat your pussy a thousand different ways if it meant I got to watch your beautiful face when you come in my mouth. I’m going to show you what it means to feel good, baby, and when I’m done, the only person you’ll remember inside your sweet cunt is me.”
“Oh, Max, I want that. I want that so badly. I ache for you.” She didn’t hold back. She showered my neck with kisses. Her uncertainty was replaced with arousal. She used her tongue and soft lips to lick and suck my Adams apple. I struggled to control my own excitement; this was for her needs, not mine. I growled into her silky hair when my hard cock made contact with her warm center. I could feel her heat through my boxers and knew she was ready to have me inside her. She’d broken my resolve to take things slow and easy. My only purpose now was to fuck her with ever thing I had.
HAVEN
Damn my overactive imagination and naïve stupidity. I’d nearly ruined a perfect moment of sheer sexual bliss because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Old demons were hard to ignore, but I was determined to be everything Max desired in a woman, even if that meant obeying his every command. The woman at the café might have been a disgusting skank, but she owned that shit, which meant, for a short time, she’d owned him. I wanted that feeling of power, the ability to bring a man to his knees while dropping to my own, because that’s where he wanted me to be. This day was about us, but more importantly, it was about me, me and the man who had given me so much in so little time I could never repay him. He’d given me my first kiss, but before this morning was over, he’d own all of my firsts, my gifts to him for giving me the freedom of choice.
The taste of his overheated flesh against my tongue was intoxicating. Droplets of my own essence lingered along his five-o’clock shadow, a reminder of how he ate my pussy like a starving man on Thanksgiving Day. I tasted myself, surprised at how much I enjoyed my own musky flavor along his chin. I licked and sucked my way around as much of his naked flesh as I could muster, but it wasn’t enough. My hands splayed along the tight muscles of his back and arms, enjoying the feel of them as they flexed at my touch, but that wasn’t enough. The bulge of his cock inside his boxers as it pressed against my dripping pussy had me wanton beyond measure, but I needed more. I needed him inside me, owning me, pleasuring me as only he could. We both felt it, that moment of inescapable need to have each other straight away without any constraints or reservations.
Max held me closely with one arm while he tried desperately to reach his overnight bag that was too far away to grab without letting me go. When he kicked it across the floor, the morning sunlight that streamed through the cheaply-made curtains revealed the shine of the golden foil packets scattered across the floor. I broke free from the grip my lips had on his neck and scrambled quickly to the floor to retrieve one, anxious to get him sheathed and deep within my overstimulated pussy. I tamped down the unwanted feelings of jealousy as I tried not to imagine him fucking other women using those same condoms. I snatched one up and turned to the specter of Max stroking himself with a look of absolute ferocity in his eyes. My breath caught in my chest as I stood there staring, completely awestruck by a vision of masculine sexual perfection.
“Do you remember the rule, Heaven?” He was barely hanging on, and admittedly, so was I.
His hard cock was dripping with pre-cum; the sight of it made my mouth water and my lips suddenly dry. The one thing I didn’t feel was fear, not like with Richard. Max would never hurt me or force me to do anything I didn’t want to. This was my choice, no one else’s.
“I remember, Max…Do exactly what you say when you say it.” My voice was barely above a whisper, my entire body shaking with nerves in the best possible way.
“Good girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you, Heaven? Is your pussy dripping to have my cock inside of it? Tell me.” His explicit words caused a gush of moisture, anticipation of what I knew would be coming next.
“Yes.”
“Climb back up on the bed and spread your legs as far as you can.” I hesitated a second too long, which caused Max to growl his displeasure at my reaction. When I reached the side of the bed, he gave my ass a light slap and removed the foil package from my hand. I scrambled to the center, lay on my back, and spread my legs as he instructed me to do. The cool air in the room blew against my engorged clit; the tickling sensation was so sensual it was torture trying to keep my legs open. Max tore into the package with his teeth and wrapped his cock with practiced precision without releasing me from his hungry glare.
“You look so fucking beautiful lying there waiting for my cock. Remember, this is about us and what we want. If it doesn’t feel good, we’ll stop, no matter what, understand?” His words wrapped me in a blanket of warmth and security the likes of which I’d never felt before. I embraced him with open arms as he settled between my outstretched legs and balanced himself on his elbows on top of me. Satisfied that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, he eased himself inside and stilled. We moaned in unison as he rutted himself to the hilt and my pussy stretched to accommodate his size.
“You feel so fucking tight, baby. Keep your eyes on me at all times, understand?” That demand was important to him for some reason, so I nodded my head in agreement.
“I’m gonna start us off like this, and when I know you’re ready, I’ll let you take over.”
“Yes, yes, that’s good, Max.” I was ready for him to move. The feel of his weight on top of me, his warm breath against my ear, and the complete sense of fullness inside of me was more than enough to have me craving more. I wrapped my legs around his back and pressed my heels into his ass so he knew I was ready. He understood my silent plea and rewarded me with shallow thrusts both heavenly and torturous at the same time. He held my hands over my head and watched for signs that I wasn’t enjoying what he was doing to me, but he was holding back. I wanted all of him, not this watered-down version he was trying so hard to pull off.
“Fuck me, Max. Fuck me harder…please.” He maintained his steady pace with ease, and I felt like screaming at him to go faster. It was as if he was waiting for something. His gaze was so intense; his concentration was solely on my eyes.
“Hmm, so fucking soft and wet. You’re mine, Heaven, all fucking mine.” I mistakenly closed my eyes as he pumped inside me, harder and with more purpose.
“Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes. This pussy is mine, all mine. Look. At. Me.” I snapped them open jus
t before he flipped us over and used my hips to steady me on top. In this position, it felt like his cock was in jeopardy of impaling my tonsils. No way would I last much longer up here.
“You look so fucking beautiful taking me, Heaven. I could die in your pussy.”His glare maintained its focus on my eyes, and I believed him when he said I was beautiful. I felt beautiful for the first time in my life, and it was liberating.
“Max…” I said his name like a plea, his handsome face ablaze with pleasure, a stark contrast to the despondent expression he’d had at the café. His fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me slightly off his cock then slammed me brusquely back down onto it. He was teaching me how he wanted me to ride him without using a single word, and believe me, I caught on quickly. The faster I bounced up and down, the better he felt, until the sound of my ass smacking on his thighs mixed with our collective moans was all that could be heard throughout the room.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself feel good.” His dirty words were all I needed to send me over the edge, screaming out his name as I threw my head back and scratched along his muscular chest. Max lifted from the bed and wrapped his arms around my back, buried his face between my breasts, and grunted through his own release. I held his head in my arms and kissed him everywhere my lips could reach without disrupting our position. We took a few minutes to catch our breath, then Max lowered us back down onto the mattress still wrapped in each other’s arms and covered us up with a blanket. Safe.
“Why do I feel like I should smoke a cigarette right now?” I snuggled into his chest and sighed.
“Hmm, I’ll let you think about that while I get rid of this condom.” He tried to disentangle our limbs, but I wasn’t ready to let him go.
“Don’t even think about it, Maxwell O’Neill. I’m way too comfortable right where I am.”
“Now look who’s giving the orders around here. You catch on fast, baby,” he chided lightly.
“Damn straight.” Max created a monster.
I kissed his smirking lips and snuggled back into his warm embrace. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, yet nothing seemed appropriate considering what just happened between us. This was all new territory for me, and Max was not the sort of man to whisper sweet nothings to. I wasn’t sure what any of it meant or if I’d go down in history as another one of his bathroom conquests, minus the bathroom, of course. The more my mind dwelled on the what ifs, the more my flight instincts were telling me to get the fuck outta here and run for the hills. I’d only find heartache here. The involuntary rumble coming from my stomach ended the distressing thoughts just in time.
“Sounds like your hungry gut just gave the final order. Time to get up and feed you, woman.”
“I didn’t realize how much sex could take out of you. I must have skipped that part in nursing school.” Or just ignored it.
“Burns a lot of calories. How do you think I stay in such great shape?” A bad joke with an element of truth; I didn’t find it funny. I rose from the bed intent on finding something to throw on while I got a handle on my now salty attitude.
“Hey. I’m just kidding.” He walked over to where I was standing and kissed my forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Anything you want. Lunch is on me; the sky’s the limit.”
“Hmmm…I know, how about the café where we had coffee? Bet we could get a discount.” Petty? Sure, but I feel better.
“Smartass. Get dressed.” And…another ass slap for good measure. Yay me.
MAXWELL
She looked a hot mess sitting across from me in the front seat of my rental car. I tried to convince her that I didn’t give a shit that she was wearing my sweats that were ten sizes too big, my T-shirt with no fucking bra, and the only shoes she had with her, which were stilettoes. She adamantly told me to forget it, so here we were sitting in a vacant lot of an abandoned building eating McDonalds, of all things. I hated fast food, but Heaven seemed to be enjoying her four-piece chicken nuggets and cup of water. Not exactly what I would have picked if I were hungry. She was nibbling on them so slowly, savoring each and every bite, I knew her eating that way had something to do with her past, and the sight of it was pissing me way the fuck off. Was this our destiny? Bound to be slaves to a past we couldn’t control, while the people responsible got to live it up without consequence? Did Heaven’s cousin pick away at his food at dinner time, afraid it might be his last meal? Fuck no, he ate his fill while his victim carried the burden. His time will come, one day soon. I promise that.
I’d expected the usual outcome whenever I tried a hand at being normal, that dark pull inside of my brain that demanded satisfaction. It teased me, dared me to disobey so it could mock my weakness by bringing fourth the one thing I could never ignore: my song. I’d waited for the blackness to sweep in and take me away from the eyes of the beautiful woman who withered with pleasure beneath me. She was perfectly imperfect in every way, clueless about how to use that delicate body of hers, but a fast fucking learner who had my cock begging to teach her more. Perhaps it was her innocence that created that protective shield against my demons; whatever the case, I was keeping her. She just didn’t know it yet.
“I’m supposed to report to work tomorrow morning. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”
“You’re never going back there, Heaven, so get that shit outta your head. I know you take your career as a nurse very seriously and would never give up on your duties, but they’ll just have to find someone else to care for the senator.” My statement made her abandon the chicken nugget she was eating and turn to face the window. I might have overstepped my boundaries, but she’d just have to live with it. My woman, my rules.
“Mrs. Lancaster showed up at my apartment the day of the party. She had information about me, about my past and what happened with…well, you know.”
“So? Fuck her. She can afford another caregiver. You won’t be missed.” Take it easy, Max.
“It wasn’t about that, Max. She invited me to the party so I’d get closer to Jeremy. She said she no longer had a use for him, since you were home for good. She told me to…seduce him so he’d fall in love with me and leave the mansion. I was afraid of her and what she could do to me if I turned her down.” She wouldn’t look me in the eyes, and that pissed me off even more. She was lying through her fucking teeth. She wanted that cocksucker Jeremy.
“That’s why you came to the party, to fuck that sniveling little fuckwad?” So much for keeping my cool. I lost my shit, too caught up in my own ego to see that there was more to that story and Heaven was hurting. I knew full well she didn’t willingly go along with it. My mother’s track record for blackmail was well documented, but she’d reached a new low by forcing Heaven to comply.
“What does that bitch have on you that’s so bad you’d spread your legs like a two-dollar whore?” I regretted saying it the minute the words left my mouth. Why did I always have to lash out and hurt those around me? She did this; my bitch of a mother managed to get the upper hand yet again without even trying. Made we wonder how much of a fight Heaven had really put up? Or did she just go along with it because she really wanted Jeremy’s dick instead of mine?
“She threatened to tell everyone she knew that I was incompetent. She said she’d ruin me, destroy all my hard work and sacrifice…I couldn’t let her take it all away, Max. It’s all I have.”
“You agreed because of your fucking job? You have got to be kidding me, Heaven,” I roared in her direction. The boom caused her to flinch, but I was beyond caring. Of all the bullshit excuses, she chose her job as the reason to fuck that tool Jeremy. I felt like such a fucking fool, saving her from that asshole, claiming her as mine. She fucking played me, and I fell for it. I thought she was special, that she was an unexpected treasure that made returning to that hell I called home worth it. She wasn’t special; she was just like the rest of them. And as I started the car and shifted it into gear, I felt it, that need to escape the rage building inside that threa
tened to spill out and pull me under. The sweat on my palms and my ragged breathing were all signs of what was coming next, the memories of being violated in the dark while my mother sang to me. I managed to get us back to the hotel without killing us. The whooshing sound coming from my ears blocked out everything around me, including Heaven’s pleas. I knew what I had to do in order to bring back the peace and force those dark feelings back in their place. She was my answer. I had to make it stop before it was too late.
I threw her inside the room and slammed the door behind us. I was barely hanging on to my sanity. She appeared as a blur inside the darkened room, my vision too cloudy to make out her face, but I didn’t need to see her, just feel her tight pussy as she squeezed my cock. Seconds later, I had her stripped from the waist down and tossed across the bed like a sack of dirty laundry.
“Spread your fucking legs…NOW!”
“Please listen to me. It’s not what you think.” Liar.
“My fucking rules, remember? Now spread your legs and show me your cunt. Don’t make me tell you again.” I reached for my hardened cock inside my pants and froze. My vision suddenly became clear and I fell backwards. My entire body slammed into the chest of drawers pushed against the wall. I felt the first tear slide down my face, but it was soon followed by many more as I watched Heaven’s lifeless eyes as she chanted over and over again,
“I have nothing else.”
“Please don’t. I’m afraid.”
“It’s all I have.”
I crawled across the floor and gathered her in my arms from off the top of the bed, my tears blanketing her neck as I held her closely. I rocked her back and forth silently as I begged her to come back to me. She didn’t belong there, in the darkness. Neither one of us did, not anymore. We were better than the sum of our circumstances and deserved a better chance at life. Together, it was possible. Buck had always told me that when the time came, I’d be ready to take my life back and recognize the things that were most import: family, friends, and perhaps one day, love. Discovering the identity of the shadow meant shit to me now. He’d taken everything from me, and I wasn’t willing to give anymore. I’m ready, Buck, I’m ready.
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