20. Drew
CHAPTER 20
DREW
N othing like a life changing blow job leading to an unbelievable orgasm. Then add in an adrenaline high right after? What a night.
I’ve never done drugs, but if I had, I feel like this would feel better than any of them. I have seen too much shit in my past with friends choosing drugs over everything else and I always knew I wouldn’t follow that path.
I have my fair share of vices, but none of them will ever include that shit.
Looking around Max’s living room I try to find the source of the noise that interrupted us. I was about to drop down, to join her on the floor and eat her pussy until she screamed so loud her neighbors called the cops.
Then, there would be no way I could prevent myself from shoving my dick inside her and fucking her until she passed out. Even then, I wouldn’t stop. I’d fuck her limp body all night, make her come for me over and over, even unconscious, until her body couldn’t handle it anymore.
To say I’m pissed we were interrupted, would be an understatement. I’d love to handle whatever—or whoever—caused the noise and then go back to what we started. Maybe there’d even be blood on my hands, and she would let me run them all along her body. My blood soaked touch would bring her pleasure over and over again.
Fuck, and now I’m hard again while trying to possibly find some creep.
There’s nothing out of the ordinary and Max joins me about a minute later. She has her arms wrapped around her stomach as she looks around.
“What was it?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know, I don’t see anything.”
“Hm,” she hums, continuing to look around. I notice that for a moment, her eyes catch on a window and linger for a second longer before she looks back at me with a shy smile. “Must’ve been the wind or something.”
I look over to the same window, and I swear I see a dark figure out there. But the light is dim and maybe I’m just wanting someone to blame for the reason that I’m not balls deep inside her right now.
“Well thanks for checking, I think we should call it a night.” She draws my attention from the possible figure, and I give her a questioning look.
I step toward her, watching as she looks me over. I know she likes what she sees, so I feel like I can convince her that I need to stay.
“I don’t think you want that.”
She presses a small hand to my chest, stopping me from coming closer. I want to grab her wrist and twist it around to her back so I can shove her down over the arm of her couch and prove to her just how much she doesn’t want me to leave.
“I think that we should save something for next time.” Her voice is seductive, and she runs her hand down my chest, lingering over my abs. My skin flames everywhere she touches, and when her fingers slide off, I want to grab them and put them back.
“Well, I think you should at least get to come.” I step forward again, invading her space.
She raises her chin up to meet my eyes. The slight hesitation she’s had since walking out of her bedroom is gone when she confidently says, “Next time.”
I want to push but decide not to. Not tonight. My gaze flicks to her lips; I realize I haven’t tasted them, and all I can see is how they looked wrapped around my cock.
Leaning toward her, I’m stopped again with her fingers lightly pressing against my mouth. Despite the gentle touch, I want to grab her and be anything but with the way she keeps stopping me.
“Next time,” she says again.
I straighten with a smirk, wanting to do so much more, and also feeling like maybe I shouldn’t leave her alone. But this is her choice, and if this is what she really wants then, I’ll give it to her. For now.
She follows me to her front door as I grab my shirt and jacket, pulling them both on.
“Last chance to change your mind for tonight,” I tell her.
“I think I got what I needed for now.” She runs her tongue across her bottom lip, and I bite back a groan. “See you around.” She opens the door for me and everything inside of me is struggling to fight against the dismissal. It seems like the more she denies me, the more I want to do something about it.
But I manage to hold back, just barely.
“Goodnight, Max.”
“Goodnight.”
The door closes behind me before I’ve even reached my motorcycle, and when I’m pulling on the helmet, I feel eyes on me.
Looking around I try to see where they are coming from. That’s when I see the figure, and I know it’s really there this time. The large build gives away exactly who it is, even though the dark and his hood cover most of him.
“Guess you’re going to have to learn how to share because I don’t plan on giving her up,” I say to the darkness. “Especially not that mouth.”
He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move. Not even when I’m on my Honda VFR800F, revving it before taking off. Maybe I should be worried about what he’s planning to do to Max once I leave. I know that me being there wouldn’t stop Caine from doing what he wants to do. And she wanted me to leave, so whatever he’s going to do isn’t my problem.