Chapter 6 #2
It was the headiest fucking feeling, to have all other aspects of my life just disappear.
I suddenly existed for one thing only, and it was to claim my prey.
Our heavy breaths faded into the background, any pain and discomfort were sedated by the adrenaline, and I barely registered the sand and sweat.
I pinned him to the sand, tight grips on his wrists, my cock right over his ass, and I locked my feet over his calves.
“This is gonna be good.” I tried to steady my breathing, and I dipped down and grazed my teeth along his ear. “The more you struggle, the harder I’ll get.”
No lie.
He was exhausting himself by thrashing underneath me, and I was here for every second of it.
“You’re fucking delusional if you think this is over,” he gritted out.
Over? We’d just gotten started.
I pushed my cock against him and dropped an openmouthed kiss along the back of his neck. “Did you finger yourself a little extra earlier? Thinking about when I finally get to rapefuck your tight ass?”
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed. “Good luck trying. You can’t make another move without loosening your hold.”
That did pose a problem, but no matter. I was going to tire him out.
“Admit it.” I pushed forward again, creating enough friction to make it feel damn good. “You stood there in the jungle, knuckle-deep in your ass, and moaned my name.”
“The fuck I did,” he spat out. “You conceited bastard.”
I grinned, out of breath. Arrogance always worked. It pissed off a brat in no time at all, and Max wasn’t immune to it either.
“You don’t have to play hard to get, baby. I’ll give you all the come you want.”
That did it. His rage came out in a growl and a burst of energy, and he managed to squirm onto his side, where he could kick me off him. I was ready for it. I was ready to wrestle.
Even in the dark, I saw the look in his eyes. The sheer lividness, the animal coming out to play.
He was a drug for me. I fed off his reactions, and I jumped up in a low crouch the same time he did.
After that…it was on.
We came at each other with fists, kicks, and rough grabbing.
We knew where to charge to prevent real injuries, so we didn’t have to hold back.
He knocked me over, sand flying all everywhere, and flattened himself on top of me.
The pain exploded up my spine, but my determination blazed more intensely.
I pushed him off and quickly got to my feet, and I hauled him up and swung him around to the boulder a few feet away.
He cursed and groaned, and I pushed him up against the rough surface.
I couldn’t fucking help myself. I kissed him hard and went for his belt, but he wasn’t having it yet.
No surrender on the horizon—except, he did kiss me back, with so much hunger that I almost lost control.
The fucker took advantage when my brain was clouded by my need for him, and he spun me around. My chest smacked into the boulder, and he trapped me there. One hand came up my throat, and I felt his hard cock.
“Maybe you should get fucked instead,” he panted.
I blinked, my eyes watering because I’d gotten sand in them. That shit stung.
I had my hands free, but I wanted to see what he’d do next. Hell, if he managed to overpower me, I’d let him do whatever he wanted.
“Give me your best.” I swallowed.
His heavy breaths hit my neck, and he leaned in to kiss me there. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”
Fuck. Maybe I would.
“I’d force my way in slowly,” he whispered.
Jesus.
I screwed my eyes shut. Problem was, I wasn’t just picturing primal takedowns and rape play. I was envisioning us in my bed, sharing lazy mornings of hard, sweaty, unhurried fucking where we took as much as we gave.
He went for my shorts, and I let him. But…only because he was making my next move real easy.
Button undone, zipper coming down…
“I bet you’re tight as fuck,” he murmured.
Yeah, I’d fucking say so, considering I’d never bottomed before.
I stayed quiet. He slipped a hand down my front and cupped my cock, and I exhaled.
He kissed my neck. “You drive me fucking crazy, Reid.”
It’s mutual.
I gave in to the pleasure for a moment. I fucking had to. I turned around, and we met in another searing kiss. Fight temporarily forgotten. We made out as if our lives depended on it, and he had to fucking see how hot we were together. He had to feel it. This sense of urgency couldn’t be faked.
Soon, though, my need became too forceful. When he wasn’t prepared, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and I snaked my foot behind his knees to unlock them. Then I pushed him down onto his knees, quickly grabbed my cock, and forced it between his lips.
He cursed and sent me a death glare, but he went with it. He sucked me into his mouth and closed his eyes.
“There we go,” I breathed. “Be a good cocksucker for me.” I manhandled him into position, so I was the one trapping him against the boulder, and I didn’t hold back for a second.
I pushed my way in and started fucking his throat in sharp thrusts.
“You wanna fuck my ass? You better up your game, darlin’. ”
He grabbed the backs of my legs roughly and let his fingernails dig in painfully.
I hissed a curse but didn’t stop. Only every now and then to allow him a breath or two, and then I was fucking his throat once more. Fucking hell, he felt good. He didn’t gag as much as I’d anticipated, and it pissed me off. Goddamn jealousy. How many partners had he pleasured this way?
I clenched my jaw and went faster, and I somehow lost my filters…
“I want you to be done wastin’ these skills on others,” I gritted out.
His eyes flashed open, and the intensity in his gaze made me pull back. All I saw was fire and unshed tears, and it was a gut punch. I hauled him up and kissed him again, and he panted and croaked something incoherent.
This time, he didn’t roll with the punches. He pushed me away and scowled, and I noticed I must’ve gotten him with my teeth. The corner of his bottom lip was bleeding.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked hoarsely. “Wasting skills on others?”
No, we weren’t going there now. I’d opened the can of worms, and I could apologize for that later.
Instead, I gave my cock a few strokes and motioned for him to turn around. I had to fuck him.
“Are you kidding me?” he laughed humorlessly. “Now you want somethin’ without a fight? Dream on.”
Oh, I could fight. I made quick work of tucking myself in and zipping up, and I—
“Great—now you’re a mute again,” he stated. “Default Reid mode. Don’t say anything, don’t show anything.”
What the fuck?
“This whole weekend—you throw me for this fucking loop, and now I’m just supposed to guess?” he demanded. “What the hell are we doing? You say we’re solid, but are we? What happens when we go back home? Do we pretend we didn’t cross every line in the book?”
I scrubbed a hand over my mouth and jaw, feeling the tension build up too fast for me to get shit under control.
Anger, jealousy, possessiveness, and this…
this sense of just being so fucking done.
I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t mosey my way through life and cope with the occasional depressive episodes during which I pined over my best friend and let it come out in anger.
How many hours had I wasted at the shooting range convincing myself we weren’t a good fit? That we didn’t make sense?
“Fuck it, we’re done here,” Max said. “I’m gonna wash all this sand off.”
You can’t leave, you can’t leave, you can’t leave.
I watched him trail down to the water’s edge, and for every step he took, the panic within me rose closer to the surface. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me, except one thing. If he kept walking, I was going to chase him down.
“Max, wait!”
“No—fuck off!” he yelled over his shoulder.
Bad move.
I let out a breath, and it sounded like I was being fucking strangled. My heart started pounding again, and my skin prickled uncomfortably. My chest felt tight too. And no more. I couldn’t handle it.
I went after him.
Never in my life had I understood the concept of one’s vision clouding and turning red, but that was the only way I could describe this. I had one target, and he was going down. By the time he got up again, he’d be mine.
He walked out into the water and bent down to splash it up his arms and legs, and I didn’t see the point.
He might as well dive under. But this worked better for me.
I ran faster and didn’t stop until he heard my approach.
By then, I was two feet away, and I grabbed him roughly and threw him down in the wet sand.
“Fucking off isn’t an option,” I said, out of breath.
He cursed me out and tried to push himself up, but I was faster.
I straddled his ass with one goal in mind.
He knew his safewords if he was serious about stopping, which I reminded him of.
“I trust you know how to put a stop to this—but I don’t think you want to.
” With that said, I pulled down his shorts, just enough to expose his perfect ass.
“I swear to fucking God,” he growled. “Get off me.”
Oh, there would be some getting off.
I forced a hand underneath him and undid his shorts. They needed to come down a bit more.
“This weekend isn’t a one-time thing,” I told him.
I unzipped my own shorts again and pulled out my cock.
“It’s me giving up. I’m done watching you try to figure shit out with others when you can do it with me.
” I swallowed hard as a wave rolled in over our legs and his back.
The water washed away a layer of sand and revealed the scratches the boulder had given him. I couldn’t describe how sexy he was.
“Reid, I—”