19. Max
CHAPTER 19
MAX
T hat motherfucker.
The days following my first boxing class have been absolute chaos. I feel like the only time my mind is able to stop is when I’m so exhausted that I fall into bed, sleep pulling me under. Even then, it’s hardly peaceful, as the nightmares continue to plague me and I wake up screaming in frustration. They leave me wishing that I could go back home and destroy all the memories by getting rid of all the people that have caused them.
Today is my first day off and I’m cleaning my house for the first time since moving in. It’s when I’m dusting the top of my dresser that my eye catches on a tiny red light. Upon closer examination, trying not to be obvious about it, I see that it’s a camera.
I know it wasn’t my landlord who put it there. Which means there’s only one other person who would have. The same man who thinks he has a right to my body. The man I’ve been anticipating being in my home every night when I get home from work. But I haven’t seen him since the night he tied me up and fucked me within an inch of my life all while I fought him. The man I’ve craved since that very night.
I’ve only caught glimpses of him at the gym. Even when I’m at work, I’ll sometimes feel his eyes on me, but when I look around, I don’t see him. Honestly, it’s making me a little insane, which I’m sure is his goal right now.
But now I know that he’s been watching me.
Back to my “this motherfucker” comment.
As soon as I make the discovery, my phone goes off and I groan. I know exactly who it’s going to be, because he’s been texting me at least three times a day for the past few days. I only responded once asking how he got my number, a question he conveniently ignored.
Just like I’ve done to all his other texts.
Drew: I hear you have a night off. I volunteer to entertain you.
I lock my phone, fully preparing to leave yet another text unanswered, but then I look up and remember the camera and an idea pops into my head. A stupid idea, no doubt. Something I will most definitely regret.
But I’ve been playing a part to please other people my entire life. Maybe it’s time to put my acting to good use and do something for myself for once. Not that it would be a hardship. I’ve seen the man and to say he’s hot is an understatement. I’ve been used and abused more times than one person ever should. My new life is about me taking control for myself. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Drew’s at my door when I answer wearing some cotton shorts and a tank top without a bra. I have a mission tonight and it’s empowering for me. Plus it’s also going to piss Caine off. So, really, it’s a win-win.
“Hi,” I greet, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe.
His eyes trail over my body, obviously, and I let him.
“Hey,” he finally responds once his eyes meet mine.
“You said there would be entertainment,” I tease lightly.
“Are you going to let me inside so I can properly entertain you?” His tone is playful, and I can’t deny that it makes me feel comfortable with him.
We may have gotten off on the wrong foot but right now, he seems like the type of guy I wouldn’t mind having a little fun with. Too bad I’m not wanting to get into anything serious right now. This is purely about revenge. I might be using him, but something tells me he won’t mind it.
Stepping aside, I gesture for him to come in. Before shutting the door, I look out onto the dark street, wondering if Caine is out there already watching. Did he see Drew arrive? Did he see him come inside? I bite back a smirk, hoping he can see me. I hope he’s watching as I shut the door, knowing the only way he’ll get to watch is through that fucking camera he planted in my room.
Drew takes his jacket off, draping it on one of the chairs in my small living room and it leaves his toned, tattooed covered arms exposed. The white T-shirt he’s wearing is clinging to his broad chest, stretching so tightly against his muscles that I can see the ink that extends onto his chest, and it makes me want to discover it all.
My nipples tighten and I can tell that he notices when his gaze flicks down and runs his tongue along his bottom lip.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, folding my arms under my tits, making it known that I want him to see how my body is reacting right now.
He steps toward me, and I don’t back away. He’s almost as tall as Caine but not quite as bulky. It makes me think of the differences between the two. When it comes to Caine, I don’t know what I want, and I have no plan. He sets me on edge in a way my body craves, the fear and arousal mixing like a dangerous drug. But right now, with Drew, I know what I want. I have a plan. I feel more in control with him, somehow, it arouses me just as much.
Shaking the thoughts of the other man away, I look up at Drew, his dark green eyes remind me of the deep green on the leaves of a pine tree. Strands of his black hair fall across his forehead as he looks down at me. I can’t deny that this man is gorgeous, and I almost feel bad using him like this. Almost.
“You tell me. Want to watch a movie?”
I continue to keep my eyes locked on his as I shake my head slowly. I reach out to run my fingers along the hem of his T-shirt, barely grazing underneath, just a ghost of a touch.
“Are you hungry?” he tries.
Again, I shake my head, pulling my bottom lip in between my teeth and moving my hand higher so my fingertips graze the skin of his abdomen. The heat radiating from him makes me want to move my hand higher. To feel how his sculpted muscles will feel under my palm.
“Are you wanting to practice some of what you’ve learned?”
I let out a low laugh, shaking my head again, letting my hand move higher. I trace the indents that carve a “V” on his lower stomach. Moving higher, I trace all the valleys of the muscles I find as I slowly push his shirt up his body.
“How about you tell me what you’re wanting then,” he suggests. I don’t know why the way he asks what I want makes my body react in an extremely positive way. I tighten my thighs together slightly to ease the ache that’s starting to form.
Actually, I know exactly why those words make me react this way. Because I think it’s the first time a man has actually asked what it is that I want.
On the other hand, I can’t deny the devilish voice in the back of my mind that’s trying to scream out and demand that he takes that choice away from me. That he can do whatever it is he wants to do to me and to make sure I can’t do anything to stop it.
I don’t speak right away, instead, letting my hands continue their exploration of his body. When I push his shirt up enough to start revealing the ink on his chest, he reaches behind his neck and pulls the fabric off himself.
I have to stifle the needy moan that wants to escape at the visual of him in front of me. His body looks like it’s been chiseled to perfection. Every indent of muscle shows the work he has put in. The black ink showing part of his story, things I don’t have the brain capacity to try and figure out right now.
“Let’s go to my room,” I manage to say evenly. His eyes darken with a small nod.
“Lead the way.”
I do just that, stepping around him and walking toward my bedroom, feeling his eyes on me and the way my hips sway with each step. I make sure to keep the lights on because I want to know that when Caine watches this, whether it’s live or he’s replaying it later, that he sees everything.
Drew follows, stepping up behind me when we reach the foot of my bed and I turn around, instantly reaching for his waistband, and unbuckling his belt and jeans.
He stops me, covering my hands with his own and I look up at him, annoyed.
“I said tell me what you want, little one. With your words.” His voice is deeper, more demanding and fuck if it doesn’t make the throbbing between my legs more intense. I try to subtly relieve it with the pressure of my thighs pushed together, but it’s not enough.
“I want—” I pause, because it feels weird to have to say it out loud. I’m not a virgin…obviously. I’ve also sucked a dick before, but I’ve never had to say it. The words seem foreign even as they pass through my lips. “I want your dick in my mouth.”
Drew lets go of my hands. “Then, go ahead and take it out.”
The way he says it almost feels like a threat. It’s that hint of danger, plus the anticipation that fuels me even more. As soon as I get his belt and jeans unbuttoned, I pull them down and drop to my knees in front of him.
I look up, his boxers tented with his arousal in front of my face. I want to see it, but I wait a beat, teasing him. Rubbing my hand over him through the fabric of his boxers, he groans at the feeling. I feel something weird on the underside of his shaft and furrow my brow.
“What is that?” I ask, the fear kicking up a notch.
His voice deepens and his lip quirks up, making my heart race and my underwear flood. “Why don’t you look and find out.”
I swallow roughly, gripping the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down his legs, wondering if this is a mistake. Maybe this entire plan is about to backfire on me. I let another strange man into my house and I’m giving him a piece of my body.
Except the difference is, I let him in and I’m letting him have this piece of my body. It still doesn’t change the fact that he’s essentially a stranger. Even as I pull off his last item of clothing, I can’t help but think about the fact that I barely know this man. That makes this moment even hotter than it probably should.
That, and the fact that I’m probably a bit fucked up in the head.
When he’s completely exposed, his cock bobs in front of me and that’s when I see what I felt. Wrapping my hand around him, I feel metal pressing into my palm, and I take a moment to count the bars forming the ladder.
“One,” I count, rubbing my thumb along the bar.
“Two.” I repeat the motion with the next one.
“Three.” I do the same for each of the six piercings as I feel each one individually.
“Four.” He groans with my movement.
“Five.”
After I reach the sixth one, I look up, moving my hand along his entire length, enjoying how the bars rub against my palm.
Drew is smirking down at me. “That’s exactly how many seconds it’ll take for me to get you off.”
“We’ll see about that,” I retort.
Pumping his erection, I continue to see how they feel, and he lets out a groan. I bite back my smile, proud of the fact that I affected him so much. I love when a guy makes noise. Carson never did and it was like fucking a mime.
I want it dirty. Loud. Messy. Dangerous.
The piercings, plus the look in his eyes right now makes me think Drew may just give me exactly what it is I’m wanting. Especially when I stick my tongue out, running it along his slit, lapping up the bead of precum that’s there. I hum at the salty taste of him, squeezing him tighter in my fist.
I look up as I run my tongue around his head. It’s when I fist the base of his dick and lick the sensitive underside of his head that he snaps. His hand fists my hair at the back of my head, pulling at the roots and I can’t stop the moan I let out.
“Is this what you’re wanting?” He pulls harder and I squeeze around him even tighter.
I nod against him, which only makes the sharp pain of where he’s gripping me even more extreme. The pain only makes me wetter and my mouth waters as I try to fight against his hold to taste more of him.
“Damn, little Maxine is a dirty, desperate whore, aren’t you?”
I scowl at the name. Not being called a whore. That only makes me more desperate for him.
I pull my mouth off him to snap, “Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t like to be told what a whore you are while you’re on your knees, drooling for my cock?”
“Don’t call me Maxine,” I grit out, feeling the air shift around us, the lighthearted energy we had before has left and this is the real Drew. I wrap my fist around him squeezing tight enough that he lets out a pained hiss.
This is the Drew I should be afraid of. The Drew that I want to do whatever he wants with me.
“Okay, little one. Take what it is you’re wanting then, before I force my cock down your pretty throat until you choke on it.”
His words should make me want to run, but all it does is make me want him even more. So, I wrap my lips around him and suck him in as far as I can while he continues to push me down with his grip on my hair.
He grunts loudly, his hips thrusting forward, pushing himself even deeper. I breathe through my nose trying to fight my gag reflex. I swallow around him, and he lets out a loud groan that would make me smile if I could. He lets me pull back slightly, and I look up at him with tears pooling in my eyes and drool coming from my mouth.
“Shit,” he grinds out quietly, his other hand finding its way into my hair, he holds the back of my head with both hands and pushes my mouth back onto his dick.
Running my tongue along the underside, I feel the piercings and revel in the way they feel against me. I can’t help but wonder how they may feel inside me. He’s big too. Thick, and I wonder if it would hurt as he stretched me, and those piercings rubbed my inner walls.
I moan around him at the thoughts running through my mind. I push myself further, wanting to take him deeper into my throat. I’m so lost in the moment that I forgot the whole reason I was doing this to begin with. I glance over to where the camera is and look directly at it, knowing Caine is watching the whole thing.
I want him to know that I know. I want him to see this. I want him to see that I’m doing this because I want to.
It’s why I put on a show.
Pulling back, I look up at Drew. Every muscle in his body that I can see is tense. I know he wants more. And I want him to give it to me.
“Fuck my mouth,” I tell him softly, almost innocently as the words still feel foreign coming from my mouth.
His lips lift in a sinister smile. “With pleasure.”
I hardly have time to debate if this was a bad idea when he shoves me back down onto his length, my nose kissing his groin. I choke and gag around him, trying to ease the panic that threatens to take over, but he doesn’t let up.
His hips move at a punishing pace, doing what I asked, but with a violence I didn’t expect. His groans grow louder and the sloppy sounds coming from him fucking my mouth mix with my own moans. I’m soaking wet and dying to be touched, to get some sort of relief from the arousal I feel.
Keeping one hand on his thigh, my nails dig into his skin as he uses my mouth and the other hand dips into my shorts as I swipe my fingers against my clit. I moan around him at the sensation.
“Are you touching yourself? Oh, fuck .” He moans when I nod my head slightly. “I’m close, your mouth feels so fucking good. Are you wet for me?”
I hum around him with another nod, swiping through my wetness again before lifting my hand up toward him. My fingers are enveloped in his warm mouth as he sucks and licks the digits. His hips stutter and I know he’s right there. My tongue runs along his piercings again and this seems to be what sends him over the edge. His loud groans fill my room, and he holds my head down on him as my throat and mouth are filled with his cum.
I struggle to swallow, and he doesn’t let up as he floods my mouth with his orgasm. I dig my nails into his skin trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let me, and I feel the spots starting to cloud my vision as my air continues to be cut off. I want to gasp, but I can’t because I’ll choke even more. My fear kicks up even more causing my own arousal to flood between my legs and I realize something must be seriously wrong with me.
Drew pulls on my hair hard enough that I release his dick with a pop, finally taking air into my lungs while my drool, tears, and his cum cover my face. He hooks a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb swipes at the liquid on the side of my mouth before pushing it back inside. I swirl my tongue around his rough thumb, tasting even more of him.
I can’t help it when my eyes drift over to the side as I make a show of licking and sucking Drew’s finger before he pulls it from my lips.
“That was fucking gorgeous,” Drew praises, running his thumb along my cheek to gather the tears that have fallen.
“Hmm,” I hum not really sure what else to say. And I don’t get a chance before a banging sound comes from the living room making me jump.
“What the fuck was that?” Drew asks, clearly more annoyed than scared.
“I don’t know,” I answer dumbly. He yanks on his boxers and pants quickly before going to the source of the noise.
I move a bit slower, even though I’m still fully clothed. I know I should be worried about what’s happening, but for some reason I’m not. Maybe it’s because Drew is here and he’s a big guy so anyone would have to deal with him first, and that would take quite a bit of work.
I also don’t think there’s any real danger beyond a very pissed off professional MMA fighter. No big deal.
I turn toward the camera, walking closer to it so when I say my message to him, Drew won’t hear from the other room.
“Hope you enjoyed the show.” I wink before taking the camera, and tossing it into a drawer of the dresser it was resting on.
I’ll come back with a hammer to destroy it later.