by Jordan Marie
“That she does. Don’t even think she knows just how well.”
“A smart man might think about getting his shit together here, so he can claim her right,” Marcum says.
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 capped 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 fairy tales 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?”
“You’ll make sure she’s good,” I tell him, and that’s not a question.
“Yeah, I will. First flitter 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.”
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 walk over to the tables and join the crowd.
“What that old coot going on about?”
“You’d be wise to show some respect, Jen.”
“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, Jen. 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 born. You get me?”
“Dawg!”
“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, barely resisting the urge to shove the stupid cunt.
“No, Kitten. No problem here. Right Jen?”
Jen looks at Tess and then back at me, and you can 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.
“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. Hell; 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?
25
Max
“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, and her clit is hard as a stone and pulsating against my tongue and 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, coming 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 and 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 further, 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 unequivocal, 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 in her eyes, her body 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 that 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 out of her so that just the tip remains and then slamming back in. Each thrust pushing her up on the bed and making 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, her pussy ripples against my shaft and I can feel the warm gush of heated cream even through the latex, as her orgasm takes hold with nothing more than a whimper from her. I ride her hard, my balls tight and my own release 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. As my own climax takes over, 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.
26
Max
“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 eleven. 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 thirteen. 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 three years 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 couple of years, 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 my 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 continued 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 the pulse points, for some reason needing this contact with her.