by Jordan Marie
“Why your name woven in an eagle’s wing, Max?” she asks.
I think about not telling her. I don’t have the greatest of luck with women. I wouldn’t give you a damn penny for the women that have walked in and out of my life. Marcum is right though. Tess is different. There’s not a woman I’ve ever met who would go through the fires of hell like she has, for a fucker like me. I’ve given her nothing unless you count orgasms. Still, here she is; proud to wear my name on that fucking delicious skin of hers. Here she is; still willing to go away with me, even with all the shit that has happened in the last few days. Fuck. Who am I kidding? I kidnapped her. I held her hostage and forced her to go with me since day one, and she’s still here. I may not understand what is between Tess and myself, but I do know it’s something worth embracing. It’s worth sticking your neck out for. So I give it to her.
“An eagle can’t fly without its wing, Tess.”
She pulls away, and those green eyes shine with moisture. I catch a lone tear that slides from her face with my thumb.
“I make you fly, Max?”
That softly spoken question sounds so innocent, so hopeful. Does she even recognize that if I give her what she’s searching for, it is like giving her the power to destroy me?
“You make me soar, Tess. You make me soar.”
More tears fall, but she’s smiling and through her choked laughter she still finds a way to give me hell. “You sounded almost like it hurt to admit that, Max.”
“Stop mocking me, before I paddle that ass,” I warn her while turning away to finish cleaning my stuff.
My back is turned, so I don’t see what she’s doing. Therefore, when her voice drags out long and in a pouty tone, I am not prepared for what my eyes see when I turn around.
“Max…..”
She’s lying on the bed, still completely naked. She’s on her stomach and has her ass curved out waiting for me. My dick instantly begs for her attention. What was it I said about her leading me by my cock? It’s probably too late, but what a fucking way to go.
“If I come over there, Tess, I’m fucking that ass, not just paddling it.”
“You’ve been preparing me, Max. If you say I’m ready. I’m ready. I told you; everything is yours.”
I don’t know if there are better words in the dictionary than that. She’s mine.
“Are you sure you up to this, Kitten?” I ask giving her time to back out, trying to remember what we’ve been through. I need her, but I’m not putting my demands before her needs. Tess is the first woman to really mean anything to me.
Her full lips curve in a smile that holds secrets as old as time.
“The question, Max, is if you’re up to it,” she replies with just a touch of sass in her voice. Her eyes lock on my crotch, so her meaning is clear. My dick is straining against my jeans, and my woman is looking at me full of hunger. There’s not a man I know who can turn down that combination.
I step away from my equipment and undo my pants, watching her the entire time. My dick springs out, hard and stiff and leaning towards her because the fucker knows; that way lays paradise. The room is silent, so hearing Tess’s breath roughen makes me smile. I love that I get to her as much as she does me. Fuck, if I had met her years ago, my life would have been so different.
I finish undressing, doing it slowly, so she can watch it all. I stroke my cock, firmly a few times, loving the way she bites on her bottom lip as she watches.
“You need something, Kitten?” I ask, letting my fingers play with the pre-cum I’ve pumped from my cock.
I catch the pearl, glistening stream on the pad of my index finger and pull the strand from my cock, using my thumb to gather up more. My move my hand to my pecs, finding my nipple and rubbing the liquid on it. I close my eyes, imagining that it’s her tongue on me. The vision is so perfect; I can’t wait. I walk to her, and she’s sitting up watching everything I do. I grab her by the back of the neck pulling her to me.
“Suck,” I hiss.
Her greedy little tongue darts over my nipple, lapping at it before sucking hard with a moan, tasting me and wanting more. She is…goddamn…she’s perfect.
“More,” she whispers when she breaks away.
Using my hold on her neck, I push her down to my cock. Tess doesn’t even blink; her tongue laps against the head of my cock like a hungry kitten discovering warm milk. She cleans my head while seeking more and I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy. She opens her mouth and sucks just my head inside, letting her tongue continue to tease. Just as I’m getting used to that feeling, she slides her luscious mouth down my cock completely. I groan at the feel of her throat relaxing against my cock, and she slips me further into the wet warmth. My hands tangle in her hair by reflex, pressing my advantage and pushing; slightly hungry for more of her brand of pleasure.
I step in again, forcing her to shift the angle she has when sucking me. She can’t take me in as deep this way, but it doesn’t matter. I get what I want. My hand cracks down on that little round ass, connecting with a loud sound of flesh meeting flesh. She stiffens underneath my hand, but she doesn’t stop sucking. I spank her again and again. I know instinctively now, how to land my slaps to get the most excitement out of her. I watch her ass shudder as it turns a glowing red, an outline of my hand can be seen and then slowly fade. I use my hand to rub against her ass, soothing and petting it, while at the same time imagining it covered in my cum. My balls tighten with need, and I know it’s time for me to change this around before my fun ends too soon.
I have to force myself to lift her from me. It’s not easy, her greedy mouth is heaven, but it’s not what I want. She releases me with a whimper.
“I wasn’t finished,” she pouts. Fucking perfect.
“I told you what would happen if I came over here, and it doesn’t end with you sucking my dick, Kitten.”
Her tongue moves along her bottom lip, whether from need or nerves, I’m not sure. I go to the nightstand drawer where I stashed things earlier. I’m glad now that I had stored them in the backpack we took with us when we went on the run. I want everything I do with Tess to be new and different. She deserves that. I take out the tube of warming gel and the little vibrator egg. I handle them in such a way that Tess can’t see them, even if she is straining over her back, trying to look at what I’m doing.
“Don’t be nervous. You’re going to like this, I promise.”
“I trust you,” she says, ending on an intake of breath as my fingers slide down the division of her ass and further into her pussy.
“You’re wet as hell, Kitten,” I all but moan, unable to stop my fingers from pushing into her. She immediately thrusts back against, me searching for more.
I reach over to the small egg, palming it in my hand and letting my body heat warm it. Another time I’ll insert it ice-cold into her, but right now, this is all about bringing her to her limits, quickly. All the while I’m finger fucking her hard with two of my fingers. She’s panting and doing her best to ride them. I could make her come like this. I’m not ready for her to come though. I have plans.
I take my fingers out of her greedy little pussy. She rumbles, unhappy. I spank her again, twice in quick succession, and she whimpers, her ass thrusting up and seeking out more. That’s when I insert the egg, seating it inside of her and smiling at how her muscles ripple around my fingers. She’s so fucking primed and ready. I withdraw my fingers, leaving the egg inside, and cup her warm pussy with my hand. I use my other hand to turn on the remote; setting the egg to vibrate on slow speed.
Her quiet moan of need is the first signal that the small vibrator is working its magic. Then the liquid heat and the way she clenches against the palm of my hand tells me even more.
“Max…” she groans, her body thrusting back and forth, riding and thrusting, searching for more.
My hand wraps in her hair, and I pull her head back with a harsh grip. “Who do you belong to, Tess? Who owns this body?” I bark at her; my voice is straine
d and husky with need.
Her legs tremor, she hums the word yes and I know she had her first minor orgasm. While that is what I want, I can’t allow her to ignore me. I turn the vibrator off.
“Max!” she cries, her voice desperate. My other hand still has a tight hold on her hair, and I let go; opting to wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her head back. I love feeling her neck under my touch. Her soft, to my rough; and the feel of her pulse against my hand makes me feel powerful; like I could conquer the world. My head bends down to her sweet little ear, and I growl into it.
“Who the fuck do you belong to, Tess?”
“You, Max. Always you,” she cries and hearing the words, I turn the vibrator back on, this time a notch higher. Her breathing gets even more ragged and her body thrusts, trying to ride the vibrations. I let go so she can go back to all fours. I place a gentle kiss on the small of her back. While she seeks her next climax, I go back to the lube.
“Are you getting ready to come, Kitten? Are you enjoying your toy?”
“Yessss…..” she sobs.
“Enjoy it. Because I’m back here getting my cock ready and I’m going to fuck your ass hard, in a minute, and you’ll be so fucking full you won’t know what to do—except come. Oh, Kitten, you’re going to come so fucking hard.”
“Max!”
While I’ve been talking to her, I’ve wrapped my dick in the lube, putting it on thick. I want to make sure this is easy as I can make it for her. I don’t want her to fear it. I want her to need this between us, because once I claim this ass, I know I’m going to want it more and more. Once my dick is ready, I take two fingers and dip them in the lube. I use one hand to pull her ass; exposing that small little rosy opening.
“Jesus you’re going to squeeze the hell out of my cock, sweetheart.” I barely have my two fingers into the first joint when she goes off and her second full climax claims her. Her head goes down, unintentionally sticking her ass up higher. As her orgasm ripples through her, I thrust the fingers all the way in. “Tess…” I hiss as the fingers pop through the tight ring of muscles. Jesus. I move my fingers in her ass, scissoring them back and forth, stretching her with the help of the lube and preparing her.
“Max!” she cries out again, and I remember I have the vibrator on the medium speed. I hit the remote slowing it back down, and she murmurs in protest, but she’s still riding the hell out of it and my fingers.
I pull my fingers out and position my cock at her entrance.
“Tess?”
“M…max, please.”
“It might hurt, baby. If you don’t like it, you have to tell me. We will only do things you get pleasure from. If you don’t like it, you tell me. Understand?”
“Fuck me, Max! God, please.”
I push my cock into the entrance of her ass. The head slides in pretty easily, a combination of the lube, and the way I’ve been preparing her for the last week. She goes still as my cock strains against the muscles. I close my eyes at the pleasures that are assaulting me from every corner.
“Max…” she whimpers. She’s tight, so fucking tight I think it might snap my cock. I switch the vibrator up to medium. I could feel it before but once it kicks up, the vibrations sweep against the head of my cock in waves. “Please…” she moans, her ass pushing against me.
I reach down and turn the vibrator to high, then sink my hands into the cheeks of her ass, digging my fingers in, and making it easier to watch my cock slide inside. Her third orgasm hits, and it’s powerful, raking through her body with the power of a storm. I push completely into her tight ass, and take a moment to enjoy the feel. Then…I fuck her. There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s pure fucking, domination, basic and like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I ride her ass hard, thrusting in and out because I am about to explode. Her orgasm is long and powerful, and she’s milking my cock. I slap her ass, and she wails out, sounding like an animal. I slap it again, and her upper body falls down from the force of her release.
My own climax takes me by surprise, my cum shooting out in jets so forceful that her body jerks and clinches with each stream. It seems to last forever though I know it’s just mere minutes. When I’m done, I manage to have enough thought to turn off the vibrator. She collapses against the bed with a raw moan. Her voice obviously strained. I lay on top of her, still buried in her ass. I hate to leave. I do though, mourning the loss of the feel of her.
“I think you’ve killed me…” she murmurs.
“That was just round one, Kitten.”
“Jesus, Max. I can’t.”
“Shhh… you can. I’ll show you after I clean you up.”
“Mmm…” she hums, sounding doubtful.
I laugh because I know I’ll prove her wrong.
And I do….
36
Tess
Today’s the last day here. Tomorrow I’m traveling with Max. Soon, we’ll be on a beach somewhere, soaking up the sun, and it will be great. I’ve repeated this to myself over and over since early this morning. Max has gone with Marcum; he said he had a surprise for me. He wouldn’t tell me what it was, but said he’d be back this afternoon. He’s been so relaxed since yesterday. I can’t stop the self-satisfied smile that spreads on my lips. Yesterday was amazing. My hand goes to my hip, and I move my finger over the area where the tattoo rests beneath my skirt. Yesterday was…
“You look like a woman in love,” Cherry says, interrupting my thoughts.
“That obvious?” I ask with a smile, turning to my side, to talk to her. We’re in the kitchen. It’s pretty quiet at the club. Marcum has put a lockdown in place since Max and I have been back. He’s limiting the people in and out of the compound. I haven’t ventured anywhere, other than my room and the kitchen. I’m being paranoid I know, but I don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize us leaving, and Max finally being safe.
“Girl, you’re practically glowing.”
Her words make the panic inside of me increase. I’m hiding a secret. I’d like to think I’m still unsure, but something inside of me tells me I’m not. It’s there, and I’m terrified.
“Yeah, right,” I joke. “What you mean is I glow in the dark because I haven’t been outside in days.”
“Whatever you say. I was about to go out to the store with a couple of the other old ladies, and the watchdog Marcum assigned us. Thought I’d check and see if you needed anything.”
I think about it. Should I ask Cherry for help? I wring my hands together, worrying.
“Honey?” Cherry asks putting an arm around my back. I let her lead me to the table and sit down.
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“No. Not at all. I love Max.”
“Honey, no one would doubt that; I’ve seen you around him. I’m just saying you’ll be giving up a hell of a lot for that boy, and no one would blame you if you want to back out.”
“No. I want to be with Max. He’s where I belong.”
“Tess, I wouldn’t judge you…”
“I’m pregnant!” I blurt out in a panic. If I don’t get the words out, I may strangle on them. I’ve suspected it for days, but I keep ignoring it. I can’t avoid it anymore.
Cherry goes silent. It’s understandable. I don’t even know how I feel about it. I go back to wringing my hands together and worrying.
“Are you positive?”
“No. I mean obviously I haven’t taken a test or anything. I haven’t had a period since Max and I have been together though and I’m never late. Never.”
“Well sometimes stress can work havoc on a women’s cycle, and we both know you’ve been under that. Maybe you’re worrying for nothing?” Cherry says, trying to sound hopeful.
“Maybe,” I whisper, but I know better.
“Do you not want a baby?” Cherry asks me, and her question loosens the tight rein I’ve had on my emotions. I burst into tears. “Oh, honey,” she coos, going to her hands and knees in front of me and extending up so she can wrap
me in her arms. I take her comfort. I’m scared. Terrified. “Talk to me, Tess.”
Eventually, I get enough control and dry my eyes with the paper towel that Cherry stuffs into my hands. Talk to her? Do I dare utter the fears that I keep drowning in? The ones I’ve held in for days; afraid to voice?
“I want my baby more than anything in the world. I want Max’s baby,” I whisper touching my stomach gently. I don’t even know for sure I’m pregnant, but I swear I can feel the baby’s presence.
“Then why so many tears?” Cherry asks, but she knows. How could she not?”
“What kind of life is it for a baby knowing that her parents are hunted fugitives? What if we’re found? What if I’m arrested, and I’m pregnant? Worse, what happens if Max finds out? With his history, how will he react to having a child, with me? I can’t believe I let this happen, Cherry. I’m so scared.”
“Okay, you’re searching out all of the worst case scenarios. You know them logically, but you still decided to skip the country with Max. What’s the difference?” she asks, and I have to think about it.
“Making decisions when it is just Max and I involved, is one thing. An innocent child shouldn’t have to suffer from decisions that its parents make.”
“Oh please, what kind of world do you live in? That happens every damn day,” she argues.
“Maybe so, but it’s not what I want for my child. I want something better than I had, you know?”
“Tess, you’ve told me about your life. This baby will have two people that love it unconditionally. It’s already doing better than the hand you were dealt.”
“It won’t matter how much it’s loved if we have to leave him or her alone,” I whisper my greatest fear. “I feel so stupid, Cherry.”
“Well stop it! You don’t even know if you’re pregnant. You could be worrying over nothing. Let’s not put the horse before the cart. We’ll find out what’s definite and go from there.”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Have you had a test?”
“No, but I’m never late, and we did have sex once without protection. The timing is right,” I whisper, “I’m so stupid.”