by Amy Starling
“Afraid of what would happen after.”
“Right now, let's just worry about tonight.”
I carefully removed his boxers, eager to see him and feel him again – but wait, why was his shaft semi-flaccid?
I felt a momentary stab of hurt. Shouldn't he have been rock hard by now? Was he lying about finding me attractive?
Though I said nothing, Max noticed. He laughed nervously, but his red face made it clear how he really felt.
“Max, is everything all right?”
“I swear, this has never happened before.” His cheeks flushed with shame. “You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever undressed. I want you so damn bad, you have no idea.”
I nudged his hand away and replaced it with my own. He finally relaxed, closed his eyes, and sighed with satisfaction at my touch.
I didn't want to say anything that might hurt his feelings or ruin the mood. Sure, he could have been lying about his feelings for me, but I didn't think so.
“Maybe it's the drugs,” he offered. “I took a handful of those pills a couple hours ago. Yeah, it has to be that. Dang it, of all the times for my dick to not work.”
I kissed him; his body stiffened. No matter what I said to him, he was probably feeling humiliated by this. For many men, or so I'd heard, not getting it up was a mark of disgrace.
“You know what? I'm gonna make this up to you,” he assured me. “No matter what happens, I know damn well how to make you scream my name.”
He lay back in the bed, taking care to keep his legs straight, then patted his chest.
“Get up here and sit on my face.”
“Sit on your face?”
“How else do you expect me to do this? I can't exactly get down on my knees.”
When I realized he meant to put his mouth on me, excitement rushed over me. I got in bed with him, wrapped my thighs gingerly around his neck – and then suddenly I felt very self-conscious.
The lights were on, and he had a close-up view of my plump belly and the bright-red stretch marks that began to form on my rapidly growing breasts.
If he cared, he stayed quiet about it. He stroked my thighs, his touches moving closer and closer to their final destination.
“Don't be nervous. That's my job.” He planted kisses on my mound. “I've, ah... Never actually done this before.”
His heated breath on my slit was more than enough to drive me wild. I squirmed, eager for relief.
“You've never gone down on a woman?”
“No, I never bothered with things like that. I liked it quick – get in, get out. That was all I needed.” He spread my lips and breathed deep. “With you, though... I want to make you feel good for hours and hours, but I don't have a clue what I'm doing.”
“I'll tell you what I like. How about that?”
“That will do fine.”
He studied me a minute, as if unsure where to go first. Then he dove in, slowly circling my pussy with his tongue. Oh God, that was nice.
“You're supposed to be giving me directions,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut.
“I don't think you need them.”
He took the lead and lapped at my tender flesh with the flat of his tongue. I almost exploded. How could he be so damn good at this already?
“Perfect. You've already got me so close...”
He massaged my ass in response. When he lifted me up and sank his fingers deep inside me, I lost it.
I let myself go, not caring how loud I moaned or how I looked to him in that moment of bliss. He made me come so hard, all I could think about was how amazing it all felt.
And it wasn't just a physical sensation either. The way he gazed at me, with fiery lust and amazement in his eyes, was just so intense that I had to look away. I'd never felt that with any guy before, but I wanted more of it. More of him.
“Did I do good?” He sounded hopeful, eager to please.
“Wonderful.” I kissed his forehead. “Let me return the favor.”
“You're going to...?” A wide grin crossed his face. “I mean, you don't have to, darlin'. You're pregnant. Should be taking it easy.”
I laughed and teased the tip of him with soft, light kisses. His cock stiffened instantly then, hard as a diamond. Oh, how I wanted that thing inside me – but not yet.
The groan he made as I parted my lips for him had to be the sexiest sound in the world. I had, of course, given blow jobs many times before, but more out of duty or demand than the desire to satisfy my partner.
This time, it was different.
I savored every moment of taking him in – the taste of his clean skin, the smell of his cologne, the way he looked at me with such appreciation.
Our eyes met briefly, and he smiled.
“Go slow,” he whispered. “I want to watch you. Wanna enjoy this.”
So I did. I had no choice but to take my time, anyway. He was so large, I had to work his length into my mouth at a glacial pace. Teasing him like that drove him crazy, though, so that was okay by me.
“Y'know, I'm not sure how to handle you.” He weaved his fingers through my hair. “Do you like things soft and romantic, or rough and dirty? I've just... I got so many things I could say right now, but I don't wanna piss you off.”
“Say them. You won't.”
“All right then.” He cleared his throat. “I'd really love to make you swallow my come, but I can't wait another minute to get inside you. I need to fuck you, Anna, or I'm gonna go insane.”
He took the dial and turned the heat up to eleven. Suddenly full of the most primal, animal desire I'd ever felt, I got on top of him and let him pull me close. There were ravenous kisses, bites on my neck that felt so good...
He pulled my hair and slapped my ass, and I loved every minute of it. This, I decided, was how sex was meant to be.
Wild and messy, savored with reckless abandon. I wanted him, this beast of a man, to throw me around and rough me up hard.
I was about to slide down on him when he stopped me. I groaned in frustration.
“Wait. Do we need a condom? We used one last time, but with you being pregnant and all...”
He picked now to talk about this?
“I... I don't know. Are you clean?”
He paused. “I did get tested and was all good six months ago, but you just never know.”
“There's a Trojan in my drawer over there.”
He reached for one and tore open the packet. “Better safe than sorry – and I don't want to take a chance on hurting you or your baby in any way.”
My respect went up for him a lot more as I slid the sheath down and around him. He cared about me.
I'd never needed a man so much in my life.
I allowed him to do the honors, plunging up into me with a thrust so powerful it knocked me over. I clung to him, digging my nails into his shoulders as he went in deep. He was so big that it almost hurt, but I didn't dare stop him now.
“So you want it rough, huh? Just imagine what I'll do to you when I get my legs back.”
I did imagine it, and the images burning in my mind almost made me come right then and there.
I took over, riding him while I touched myself, bringing myself closer and closer to orgasm number two. Then he put his hand over mine.
“Let me,” he growled. “I'll be the one who makes you come. Got it?”
I whimpered yes, and his fingers worked my clit as he drove his cock into me at just the right angle. He somehow hit every spot perfectly, and my pleasure built with every thrust.
After that, everything was a blur of ecstasy and beautiful delirium. Max gave me my release and then, while I was still trying to catch my breath, made me come again with a few strokes of his magic fingers.
“You tell me when you've had enough, or I'm just gonna keep going.”
“I don't think... I can take it anymore.”
That was his permission to let go along with me. He came so hard I could feel him pulsing inside me. In his lusty stupor, his fi
ngers dug into my back hard enough to bruise.
There would be marks in the morning, obvious signs of what we'd done, but I didn't care. Tonight, pain was pleasure, and I just wanted more.
“I wish,” he said breathlessly, “that I could come inside you for real. Just... Fill you up with my seed and make you mine.”
I snuggled up in his arms to show my approval. Never had getting laid made me feel so fulfilled, so at peace with the world and united with another human being.
So this was the way it should have been all along. Max made me feel like such a woman, so wanted and desirable, that I worried I could never fully enjoy sex with another man again.
What did this mean for us? Did it mean anything to him at all? Because it sure meant something to me.
I wanted to ask him, but he was already conked out. It didn't take long for me to follow.
Chapter 15 - Max
Something was changing in me, and I did not like it.
Before Anna, sex was just a way to meet my physical needs. It was better than jacking off, pretty much, but not much more.
But as soon as I slept with Anna – no, maybe as soon as I kissed her – that changed.
I didn't want to admit it to myself at first. Yeah, I felt the spark when our lips touched. Never had that with another girl before.
Then last night, she was so good to me. She didn't really mind that I couldn't get it up, although I'd never been so utterly ashamed of myself because of it. I didn't feel like a man at all. A man could get hard instantly from looking at a woman beautiful as her.
But for the first time ever, my parts didn't work as intended. She didn't get upset or make fun of me, as I suspected a typical one-night stand might. She was patient and kind.
And oh boy, the mouth on her...
I stroked the leaves of my dying pot plant and replayed the night in my head. Sex with her was more than just a means to get off. When I was with her, I felt like we were connected.
It scared me. I decided to blame being high on opiates, even though I knew it wasn't that.
A leaf broke off in my hand. I crumbled it to dust and watched it blow away on the wind. What did all of this mean?
I went down on her, too. Never had an interest in doing that before, because only God knew where some of my past partners had been.
With Anna, though, I was so eager to please her. Watching her come from that angle, with her thighs wrapped around my neck and a perfect view of her lovely chest, was almost more exciting than her going down on me.
I had to confess one thing to myself now: she was far more than just a fling. Not because I was trapped here in her house, in this wheelchair, but because the thought of screwing another woman no longer appealed.
It was her alone I wanted, over and over again. If she even looked at another guy in that way, I swore I'd lose it.
So yeah, I wasn't myself anymore. That terrified me.
“Max, you should be getting dressed. We have to get going soon. It's almost an hour's drive to Austin.”
I quickly stuffed the plant behind the porch stairs, but not quick enough. Anna narrowed her eyes at me.
“Uh, everything okay over there?”
“Yep, darlin'. All good. So, uh, what are you wearing to dinner? If you ask me, I'd say that sexy black skirt of yours is the perfect thing.”
She didn't buy it. I backed my wheelchair up as she approached me. Oh, man, this wasn't gonna be pretty. Why had I been so dumb? Why didn't I put the plants back in the RV?
“What are you hiding over there?”
“Nothing. I mean, it's a surprise for you.”
She rolled her eyes and stepped around me easily. Had my legs not been busted, I could have stopped her no problem. Now, it was too late.
She looked down at the pair of sorry-looking plants in their plastic pots. At first, she didn't seem to understand what she was looking at. Then, her jaw fell.
“Max, are these marijuana plants?”
I was pretty good at explaining crap away, but not that good. Besides, Anna was smart. Couldn't get anything past her.
“Maybe they are.”
She touched one. “They're... yours?”
“I guess you could say that. My buddy Jayce couldn't take care of 'em anymore, so he gave them to me. I couldn't have just left them at my apartment, of course, so I took them along.”
I waited for her to yell. She didn't.
“Looks like you've poured bleach in the soil. What on Earth have you been doing to them?”
“Um... I'm not exactly a green thumb, you realize.”
She sighed and inspected the poor things. “Tell me you haven't been smoking this in the house when I'm not around.”
“Certainly not. I'd never be so disrespectful.”
“Outside, then.”
I shrugged. “Not nearly as much as I used to before I left Waco. When my legs start bothering me, I sometimes do. Don't really like relying on hard prescription drugs if I can help it.”
After a long moment of silence, she gave me her verdict. “They look pathetic, but I can probably save them. They need to be repotted in some fresh dirt, fed, and put in the sun. Then you'll see them perk up.”
I scoffed. “And all Jayce said I had to do was water the things.”
She poured some water into both and picked off the dead leaves while muttering something about spider mites.
“So you're not pissed at me?”
“You ought to know I can't just let a plant die,” she said with a laugh. “And I don't really like smoking, but that's your business. Just keep it away from me and the baby.”
“Definitely.”
The affection I felt for her grew as she fussed over the poor girls. A lot of women would have shrieked at me for being a lazy, no-good degenerate soon as they knew I smoked, even though I rarely did these days post-accident. But she didn't.
That was one of the reasons I avoided a relationship like the plague. Being told what to do, where to go, and when to be home would drive me to insanity.
I asked Jayce about that. He said it was different when you cared for the woman. I'd told him in my view, it was like being imprisoned with a ball and chain around your ankle. He told me no, not at all, that he was happy with his life.
I thought his wife, Elle, had brainwashed him. Women were tricky like that.
Now, I wasn't so sure anymore.
“I'll tend to this later.” She set the plant in the sunlight. “Go get your butt dressed. And please, for the love of Pete, shave your face!”
I grunted. Ah, here we go.
“I've got two wrecked legs. Don't I get a break?”
“No. Pierre's is a fancy, four-star restaurant. You can't go in there looking like a caveman.” She paused to rub the stubble on my cheeks. “And we're trying to impress my parents, remember?”
“Which means I gotta be on my best behavior. Darlin', I warn you that rich, snobby folks and me don't mix.”
She assured me I would do fine and went off to shower and primp. I watched her as she strutted around the house in her skirt – just the one I'd told her I liked best. This time, my stubborn cock sprang to attention just fine.
I know we were only supposed to be pretending to date. Then how come it didn't feel so much like pretending lately?
A couple of hours later, just past seven, we arrived at Pierre's. Anna's parents, sister, and Trey had already gotten there before us. They were seated at a corner table, all dressed up and talking about bullshit like rich folks do.
“Anna! There you are,” Ruby called to her. “You were supposed to be here at six thirty! Do you realize how long we've been waiting for you? It's selfish and rude to show up late.”
“Well, sure it was easy to be on time when your hotel is right down the block,” I said before Anna could get a word in. “And hopping in the car with broken legs ain't exactly a walk in the park either.”
She glared at me, of course. Ruby put her hand on her chest, eyes wide, as if my attitude
might give her a heart attack. Daniel was too busy on his phone talking business to notice me at all.
Trey just sighed. My brother knew how I was. Then, we had Rachael – who, oddly, had her gaze fixed on me like a tiger about to pounce on its prey.
“Sit down, you two.” Ruby slapped Daniel. “Get off that phone! I'm ready to order. I've not eaten since three, and all this waiting has made me so hungry.”
I sat next to Trey, and Anna beside me. My place setting came with a fancy cloth napkin, sparkling silverware, and a wine glass full of ice water. I flipped the menu open. Most of the items listed were in some foreign language. And the prices!
“Who's paying for this again?” I whispered in Anna's ear. “I ain't got thirty bucks to waste on a bowl of noodles.”
Daniel finally ended his call. He smiled widely at Anna, not so much at me.
“That was the campaign crew. They'll be in Bastrop in a few days, just to get some shots of my hometown, maybe do some interviews with family and old friends. They figure a clip of me working on the farm with my daughter will go over real well with voters.”
Lovely. So he was using poor Anna to get more votes. Didn't surprise me, really. This was the sort of guy who'd use anybody so long as it let him get ahead.
Thank goodness he was fighting for governor of California and not Texas, because if he won, I'd have moved states in a heartbeat.
When the waiter came, Daniel ordered a bottle of wine for the table. He went around pouring some for everyone, but when he got to Anna, she declined.
“What's wrong, honey?” Her dad looked surprised. “This is a 1961 Bordeaux from France. Amazing vintage; you really must try it.”
“I... I'm just not in the mood, dad. I'll have tea instead.”
While we waited for the food to come, Daniel spent the entire time talking about himself, then his church, then all the changes he'd enact as governor. You'd figure a guy who hadn't seen his girls in over a year would be eager to talk with them. Guess not.
“So, Trey. When are you and my lovely daughter getting married?”
Poor Trey choked on his buttered roll. Rachael gave him a thin smile and patted his hand.
“Soon as he buys me a big, sparkly ring.”
“It will be wonderful.” Ruby clapped her hands. “You can move in next door to us in San Diego. We're getting up there in years, and it'll be nice to have family around to lend a hand.”