by NJ Cole
I continued to thrust into her hard and fast. Luckily, her bed was quiet, and even though she was mostly gasping for air, she was, too. The only sound that filled the room was the slapping of my abdomen against her soaking wet pussy during each thrust. I watched her arch her back and claw at my arms and anywhere else she could reach as her orgasm started to take her. She bit her lip to stifle her scream, but I didn’t show her any mercy; I just kept up the torturous pace of pounding into her.
The second time she came, however, I wasn’t able to stop my own release that barreled at me out of nowhere; the squeezing of her pussy felt too good. Every time I’d fucked her in the past, I’d come in the condom deep inside of her, marking her in an invisible way that only the two of us would know about; this time would be different. As much as I wanted that feeling of being buried inside of her as I lost control, I wanted to mark her as mine in the most primitive way. It would be for me, and for her, and for that fucking prick from her dorm.
When I felt that surge of euphoria that was a telltale sign of coming, I pulled out and ripped off the condom. Holding the base of my cock, I gave it two quick, powerful jerks and came all over her body with stream after stream of warm, thick come. The first stream landed in a white line up her neck and onto her chin as the second landed across her heaving left nipple and the third puddled on her flat stomach.
Clearly, I’d shocked her with my actions. Her eyes were wide with disbelief, and her face showed a mixture of surprise and pleasure, but the one thing that wasn’t there anymore was that damned smirk. That, I had fucked clean off her face.
“Goodnight, little girl,” I said, grabbing my pants and walking from the room. I closed the bedroom door behind me as I went.
Chapter 6
Motherfucker! Had he really just done that? Had he really just come in here—to my bedroom—fucked my face, eaten my pussy, then pounded into me hard with my legs practically behind my own head? And then, had he really come all over me like he was marking his territory or something? Had he?
The question was rhetorical; I knew he had, as I was still wearing his come. I stared at the door he had just walked through, bare assed, semi-hard dick bobbing with each step he took.
I waited to see if he was going to come back, hoping he would, but when I heard him go down the stairs, I knew he was done with me. Feeling a heavy sense of loss, I reminded myself of what this was…what I was. It was just fun. I couldn’t be what Maxwell needed; I would never be anything more than a convenient plaything when he stopped in to visit his friend.
Before I started to feel too sorry for myself, I thought back to the four glorious orgasms he’d given me. The first one was quick, but the other three—one while he was eating me out like I was his last meal on earth, and the two while he was fucking me—were amazing. After cleaning up in the bathroom with a warm, wet rag, I grabbed another t shirt from my dresser drawer. I thought twice about it, though, and forwent the shirt, climbing into my bed nude just in case he came back sometime during the night; unfortunately, he didn’t.
In the morning, I woke to the smell of coffee wafting up the stairs from the kitchen. When I got downstairs, I found Maxwell and my father sitting at the kitchen table, my father with his head in his hands as he tried to stave off the inevitable hangover from last night.
“Morning,” I said quietly.
My dad grumbled something unintelligible in response while Maxwell chuckled. “Morning, Mackenzie. Your father had a bit too much to drink last night, if you hadn’t noticed. Did you sleep well, by any chance?”
“Yes…like a baby,” I teased.
As I was grabbing a cup of coffee at the counter, my father’s cell phone rang. I could hear him speaking, but couldn’t quite catch what the conversation was about. By the time I got back to the kitchen table, he was already off the phone.
“Kenz, something’s come up. They are calling for a recount in that senate race my friend Weston was managing, so I need to fly out there and help. I know you planned on staying here for the weekend, and you still can, but I need to leave in a few hours to catch my flight.”
I liked spending time with my dad, but it was fine that he went. I’d see him in a few weeks for the long Christmas break, anyway. “It’s okay, Dad. I’ll head back this morning. I have a lot to do, and it’ll be nice to have the dorm all to myself for once.”
“Thanks, Kenz,” he said, smiling at me.
We ate a light breakfast, and then I packed some leftovers for my dad to take to the airport with him. I packed a ton for myself, too. I hated the cafeteria food at school, and it was really hard to cook in the dorm with only a hotplate and a microwave.
I hadn’t spoken more than a few words to Maxwell since I woke up, and I wanted to leave before it got awkward between us. When I brought my bag down the stairs, I was surprised to see him with his coat on. Then again, with my dad leaving, there was really no reason for him to stay. Actually, he should have left last night, I reasoned with myself.
“Do you need a ride to the airport?” I asked my dad, though I was pretty sure Maxwell was taking him.
“No, a car is coming for me in about an hour. Come give me a hug. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
I hugged him and then said a quick goodbye to Maxwell before rushing from the house to my car. It was cold out, so I slid the key in the ignition, hoping that with the engine running, I could warm the car up quickly. When I turned the key, though, nothing happened. I tried turning the engine over again…and again. Still nothing. “Mother fucker!” I yelled as I hit the steering wheel with my hand. I was about to get out and storm back into the house when there was a tap at the window, startling the crap out of me.
“Everything okay?” Maxwell asked, clearly knowing it wasn’t.
“Not really. My car won’t start, and I don’t think anyone is going to be open until Monday. I’m not sure how I’m going to get back to school now. I don’t suppose you know anything about cars?” I laughed, figuring he’d know just as much about cars as I did. My dad probably knew even less about the foreign hunk of metal that now resided in his driveway.
“Well, I can’t fix it, but I can give you a ride back to school if you’d like. I’m heading that direction, anyway; my house is just a few miles off campus, you know.”
Yes, I did know that. I’d driven by twice in the past month alone, but I couldn’t really say that, now could I?
“Here. Go warm up my car and I’ll let Carter know why yours is staying here. We’ll figure out how to get it back to you as soon as possible.”
I nodded. I didn’t really like it, but being stuck at the house all weekend without a car, and then missing classes on Monday, possibly even Tuesday if the car couldn’t be fixed early Monday morning, was not a feasible option. I didn’t absolutely need the car for school, anyway; it was more of a luxury. Begrudgingly, I got into Maxwell’s car, pleased when it started right up. It was mostly warm by the time he walked out of the house, making my car seem like a relic with the amount of time it took to heat up. My father was right behind him, so I rolled down the window, letting the cold air in to speak with him one last time before we went our separate ways.
“Kenz, are you okay? Max said he would make sure you got back to the dorms safely. I wish I could take you myself, but I’ve got to get to the airport.”
“Don’t be silly, Dad. I’ll call CJ’s garage Monday morning. I’m sure it will be fine.”
“Ok, Honey. I love you. Drive safe, Maxwell. Take care of her.”
I felt my cheeks turn bright pink at his unintentional slip up. Maxwell had already taken really good care of me last night, and now I’d be in the car with him for over an hour on the ride back to San Francisco.
We rode in silence for the first fifteen minutes before he finally spoke. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just upset about my car. I’m doing okay with money, but not if I need to replace it. I know my dad would help out if I asked, but I kinda want to do this on my own, you k
now?”
“First of all, there is nothing wrong with being taken care of, especially by a Daddy. And second, your car is perfectly fine. The battery cable just needs to be reconnected, is all.”
“What? How do you know?” I asked incredulously, staring at him with wide eyes as he drove.
“Because I removed it this morning,” Maxwell stated.
I sat there in stunned silence. He had disabled my car intentionally? Why? For what purpose? As I sat there thinking about it, I realized his devious scheme.
“I’m not going back to my dorm room, am I?”
“That’s up to you, actually. I’d never take you anywhere against your will, but I wanted this time to talk to you and to invite you to spend the rest of the weekend with me at my place. If you don’t want to, I can drive you straight to your dorm. I can even take you back right now to get your car.”
My head was spinning. Maxwell had disabled my car so that I would go home with him. He had obviously planned this in detail, but how did he even know I’d be leaving today? I wasn’t planning to leave until Sunday.
“How did you know I’d even be leaving today?” I asked, though from the smile on his face, I already knew the answer. “Oh my god! Is there even a recall?”
“Yes, there is a recall,” he sighed in exasperation.
“Did you orchestrate it?” I asked in disbelief.
Maxwell chuckled in amusement as he replied, “I’m not that powerful, Mackenzie, but I did call Weston and suggest he call your dad to ask for his help. I’m sorry. I just wanted a weekend with you. Alone. Uninterrupted.”
We sat there in silence for a few minutes as he continued to drive. I didn’t like that he had manipulated me—and in essence, lied to me—but I did like why he did it. He wanted to spend a weekend with me…just me. I wanted it, too, and I was glad he had initiated things, but I didn’t like the way I’d been deceived.
“Take me back.”
He sighed, but didn’t say another word as we drove back to my dad’s house.
“Mackenzie, wait,” Maxwell said as I opened his car door and got out.
I spun around to face him. “Listen Mr. Joseph, I don’t like how you tried to trick me and I’m pissed…” My voice was low and harsh as I emphasized the word I, “But,” I said, changing my tone, “your little girl is flattered that you went to such lengths to get her alone for a weekend. She might like to come to your house. I’m not sure it’s a good idea, yet.”
Maxwell looked confused for a moment but then smiled. “Well, why don’t you come over for dinner—say around six? If you accept my apology, we can discuss what I’d like with my little girl.”
I loved that he was playing along with my game. It was hard referring to part of myself as another person, but that’s the way I felt when I was being his little girl. “I’ll think about it.”
I turned on my heel and walked toward the house to where my dad was standing in the doorway, watching us with an intrigued expression. I glanced back over my shoulder and quietly added, “You have exactly sixty seconds to fix my car.”
My dad was surprised that I was back, so I told him I’d forgotten some books I needed for school. I ran up the stairs and grabbed two old textbooks that had been collecting dust on the bookshelf in my room. When I walked out the front door, Maxwell was sitting in the driver’s seat of my car with the engine running, while my dad stared in amazement.
“Looks like the Senator fixed your car. Who knew?”
“It was nothing, really,” Maxwell said quickly. “I just tried it and it started.”
“Well, I don’t mean to bust up the party, but I do need to get back inside and finish packing.”
After hugging my dad one more time, I climbed into my car. There, on the passenger seat, was a white business card. On the front was all of Maxwell’s information. I flipped it over, and on the back, in surprisingly neat handwriting, it read: 6:00 please.
I knew I would go, but I wanted to make him sweat a bit. The hour long drive back to campus gave me time to think about what had happened. It may have not been completely what I wanted with Maxwell, but a weekend of amazing sex like we’d had last night, compared to a weekend of studying, was really no contest. Last night’s sex had been amazing; there was no question about it. The orgasms he’d given me were intense, but the best part was when he came all over me; no one had ever done that before. It wasn’t actually what he did, but how he looked when he did it. The look in his eyes and on his face was fierce. It was as if he was claiming me…marking me as his.
Once back at my dorm, I unloaded the leftovers, made myself lunch, took a relaxing shower, and then decided to contact Maxwell. I knew he wanted me to call, but I was going to text him instead. I pulled up his number and punched in a two letter response.
Chapter 7
OK
OK. Those two letters made my entire day. I’d gotten the text from Mackenzie about an hour ago, and was still giddy that she had decided she was in fact going to come for dinner. Now the question was what to serve. I hadn’t actually expected her to agree to come—well, I hadn’t allowed myself to hope, was more like it—but she’d said okay, and I needed to decide what to prepare.
I’d spent the entire week planning this weekend, but since she hadn’t come back with me, I was a bit flustered. She had knocked me off my game…rattled me…and I had to get back to being my usual, confident self before she arrived. Did I make what we would have had for lunch if she’d chosen to come with me? Or did I make what I’d planned for dinner? I started to laugh when I realized that it didn’t matter much what I served. What mattered was that she was coming here.
I could have ordered out for dinner—hell, I could have had my chef come in and make us food—but I really liked to cook, and was surprisingly good at it. Smiling to myself, I looked at the plates of broiled salmon, asparagus, and red potatoes. I put them in the warming tray and paced the house as I waited for Mackenzie to arrive.
I happened to glance out the window just as she pulled up. I’d purposely left the gate open so she wouldn’t have trouble getting up the driveway. Watching her step from the car, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a short black skirt with a leather jacket over a thin white top. She had on high heels that made her five foot four frame seem closer to my six foot two one.
She rang the doorbell and I answered the door. “Thank you for coming, Mackenzie. Please, come in.”
She walked in and stood in the entryway. “Dinner is just about ready. May I get you something to drink?
“Whatever you’re having, Senator Joseph,” she replied.
“Max. Please feel free to call me Max while you’re here. I think we know each other well enough to be on a first name basis.”
I went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of pinot noir. I could see her surprise as I poured the wine and handed her the generously portioned glass.
“Let’s eat,” I said, placing my hand on the small of her back and leading her into the dining room. I rarely ate in there, and never when it was just me. I’d actually never had a woman over for dinner since I’d moved into this house three years ago, so it was a refreshing change of pace to have Mackenzie there with me.
I pulled out her chair before disappearing into the kitchen to get the food.
“It’s delicious, Senator…Maxwell,” she corrected after taking a small bite of salmon.
I wanted to correct her—to tell her to call me Max—but Maxwell sounded so fucking sexy when rolling off of her lips, I decided to let it go. She complimented my cooking several more times as we engaged in small talk, making the atmosphere throughout dinner extremely pleasant.
“Mackenzie,” I said, finally deciding to bring up the subject we’d both been avoiding all night. “I’m sorry I lied to you earlier. It’s just that I’m used to getting what I want, and doing anything necessary to get it.”
She nodded and ate another bite of her salmon before she inquired, “So, Maxwell, what was i
t that you wanted?”
I wanted to lie, or at least sugar coat it, but I knew she wouldn’t settle for anything less than the complete truth from me. “I wanted a weekend alone together where I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
I wasn’t sure what type of reaction I expected from her, but leaning forward, elbows on the table, saying, “Tell me more, Maxwell,” wasn’t one of them.
“Well, I wanted to bring you here so that we could get to know each other better. I wanted to make sure we weren’t rushed. I wanted to do certain things to you that we never seem to get to do because of time constraints.”
She bit her lower lip, sucking on it to ease the pain from her teeth. “Like what?”
I laughed. “Well, that’s something we would discuss if you decided to spend the weekend.”
She wrinkled her brow for a moment and then questioned, “Like tonight, and the rest of the weekend? I didn’t bring any of my things.”
I tried to hide my smile at the fact she was even considering staying. “If you decide to stay, we will discuss that and any of your other concerns, as well as go over my rules and any limits you may have.”
“Rules?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Of course, but let’s eat dessert first. Then you can tell me your decision before we start getting ahead of ourselves.”
I knew she’d already decided, but I didn’t want to push her. I wanted to give her time to adjust to the idea that there would be rules…and consequences if she broke those rules.
I watched as she ate the chocolate mousse, licking the spoon clean between bites. Once she told me that she was going to stay, she’d be putting that mouth to much better use.
She finished dessert and set down her spoon. “Alright, tell me your rules.”
“I assume that means you’re staying?” I asked with a smirk.
“That depends on the rules,” she replied coyly.
“Why don’t we move into the lounge where we’ll be more comfortable?” I suggested.