11. Max #2
I held my breath and my eyes slid shut, waiting for their voices to carry on.
Draven didn’t relent, gripping me tighter as the strangers’ conversation felt so close that I started screaming silently in my mind.
I bucked my hips forward involuntarily, fucking into his tight fist. So turned on, and so fucking pissed at him, all at once. A potent mixture of frustration that I never knew could feel like a goddamn craving.
When it finally got quieter again, I let out a sigh.
When I opened my eyes again he was smiling. A barely-there, wolfish smile, like he was delighting in the fact that I was squirming.
Fuck , he looked good when he smiled. The thin shadow of the scar along his jaw was more apparent in the shadowy light back here, and again it made me feel a surge of affection for him.
He had been through so much. I didn’t know what it was , but I would find out.
How much had happened to him back in Montana? Why had Lily been so sparse with her details about his family?
Was he okay?
“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Draven said by my ear.
I wanted to hit him. I also wanted to kiss him more than ever.
You make every cell in my body fucking ache, I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud. I’d never thought that about any guy before, and I sure as hell didn’t know how he’d react if I told him something like that.
“You’re impossible,” I finally said.
He took his hand off of my cock, a tiny little punishment for what I’d said, and I whimpered. I missed his touch instantly.
A whisper escaped my mouth: “ Please .”
“Should I leave you like this?” he teased me, his gaze raking over my whole body, up and down.
“I need to come,” I said, not caring that I was begging.
“Or I could head home now,” Draven offered. “Walk off while you’re here outside with your cock out, leaking for me.”
“I will kill you slowly. Don’t care if you kill me, too.”
He hummed as he smiled again, and somehow, each time I got him to smile it felt like its own little prize.
It seemed hard to get him to smile. I liked knowing that I could.
I watched as he dropped onto one knee, and then the other, in front of me. “Baby Blue,” he murmured.
“Oh, god,” I murmured as I realized what was about to happen. He moved in closer and in one smooth motion, his tongue landed at the base of my cock and dragged upward along the underside, landing at the tip.
I felt his tongue ring along the sensitive skin of my cock for the first time and almost melted backward against the trunk of the tree.
I groaned deeply as he took the head of my cock between his lips, swirling it around the tip, utterly fucking tormenting me. Suddenly there was wet warmth all around my cock, and he leaned in, taking the length of me into his mouth, bringing me all the way to his throat.
Code red.
It didn’t just feel good.
It felt too good.
He’d caught me off guard with dropping to his knees and now, feeling the slick heat of his tight mouth against me, the tiny bead of metal stroking along my skin, I bucked my hips involuntarily again, fucking his mouth hard.
No, no no no ? —
I was going to come.
It was way too fast, and completely embarrassing. With that smooth motion of him bobbing up and down on my cock, and that tight, warm wetness, I had no more control.
It was the best thing my cock had ever felt by a mile, and he was right.
A tongue wasn’t just a tongue. His was better.
So goddamn much better.
“Fuck, Draven?—”
He pushed his palm against my thigh, digging his fingers in hard. He took my cock deep into his throat, every inch of me surrounded by tight warmth.
My voice broke as I rocked my hips forward one more time, letting go in his mouth.
I could feel the hum of his voice around my shaft, an approving sound, like he was praising me for coming so quickly.
And I felt proud .
Embarrassed as hell, still, too—my cheeks flared hot and I didn’t even know how the hell I was going to go back to regular life after this. But a quiet pride burned inside me too.
He wanted me to come for him, and I did .
In fucking public.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. I was lightheaded as I pressed my back up against the trunk of the tree, feeling the gentle movement of his tongue on me as he swallowed around me. His movements were almost tender now, in a way that felt almost as impossible as him sucking me off.
He pulled back, the night air finally hitting my spit-slicked cock again. I let out a small, barely audible groan, bringing it back into my pants, tucking it away like I was putting my own dick into time-out.
What the fuck just fucking happened?
Draven rose to his feet. I was more aware of his height than ever. He was only a couple of inches taller than me but right now it felt like he towered over me—body, mind, and power.
He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and gave me a calm glance.
“I knew you liked the idea of someone catching us, Baby Blue, but God , you were turned on.”
Inside me, it was a desperate plea: kiss me. Please fucking kiss me?
I felt like he’d cast some sort of wicked spell on me.
I couldn’t stop looking at his eyelashes, cast in the golden glow of the street lamp behind us. His hands—and his fucking wrists —so strong, tattooed, and appealing to me in a way I never knew I could feel.
And his fucking voice.
Low like velvet. Like fucking dark, sweet, sticky treacle.
A voice that could make me do anything.
When his eyes landed on mine again it was like a whole new tornado of desire swept through me. My skin was still hot and I was still fucking angry at all of this, and at him for existing in the first place.
When I moved in to kiss him, I felt like I was barely in control of the decision.
I stepped out from my place on the trunk of the tree and moved in close to his face again, putting each of my hands on the sides of his face.
I went in to kiss him and his arm came down between us in an instant. He pushed it up against my chest, blocking my ability to move in.
He pushed me back, gentle but firm. His expression went from relaxed to cold all at once, a warning glance in his eyes.
He shook his head. “No.”
I set my jaw, my gaze dancing from his mouth to his eyes.
I wanted to press the matter, but something in his expression stopped me. It was clear he wasn’t just trying to tease me. He was dead serious.
Maybe, to a man like Draven, a furtive blow job in between two buildings was fair game, but he wanted me to know my place.
He wouldn’t kiss me.
I relented, and a moment later he let his arm drop between the two of us.
A million questions swirled through my mind. Some of them fueled by anger, some by confusion, some by sheer desperate curiosity.
Don’t let it out.
Not right now.
No anger.
I could only ask the simplest question I had.
“Why do you have so many rose tattoos?” I asked, still feeling like I was in some drugged daze after I came.
“Only have two,” he said, taking a step back from me and reaching down to rearrange the bulge in his pants.
“Saw one coming up near your hip,” I said. “The other day.”
The image was practically burned into my brain. A beautiful flower with dramatic petals, on the side of his stomach, low near the hip.
“That one is a peony,” he said.
“Sorry. Not exactly a florist.”
“Get back to work,” he told me. “I’m going to come by tomorrow to install a security system for your barn. Can you be up by noon?”
I pulled in a breath of air and had to physically hold back from letting out a loud, frustrated groan.
Get back to work , he’d told me.
Like it was that easy.
Slide my cock inside your perfect fucking mouth, come for you, then just go back to goddamn work?
He’d left me with no more clues into his real world, but with the hottest experience I’d ever had.
I furrowed my brow. “I know I’m a bartender, but I can be up by ten. Also, no, you’re not putting a system on my barn.”
“You need it,” Draven said, looking past me, out toward the bustle of Laurel Ave. “I saw a couple of comments on your latest video talking about Bestens, and your barn is about as safe as a paper bag.”
“Nobody is going to come to my barn,” I protested.
“Then the security system will just be a precaution,” he said, lifting an eyebrow and pinning me with his gaze again. “Where’s the harm in that?”
“Draven,” I said, letting out a breath. “You could at least wait ‘til my cum is gone from your tongue before you start bossing me around again.”
He hummed, his gaze skating over my body, another wave of hunger in his eyes. “You came so quickly. Really hot, Baby Blue.”
“I’m out of here,” I said, taking off toward the Hard Spot front doors.
If Draven was going to be stubborn, I could be stubborn too.