24. Max
CHAPTER 24
MAX
A fter debating for a few days on if I should take Adam up on his offer for extra training, I have my first session tonight.
Even though Caine hasn’t made himself obvious to me anywhere other than at the gym, I still feel him at night when I’m in bed. I feel my body prepare for him, the adrenaline and fear sends wetness between my thighs and I’m ashamed when my fingers make their way there. I’m even more ashamed when I actually rub myself to release while thinking of being held down by my throat. Or waking up to someone fucking me, finding them over me, their rough touch bringing me to the brink of orgasm before I’m even conscious enough to recognize it.
But he doesn’t touch me or leave his mark on me again. It doesn’t matter, because I know he’s there. I feel him watching me while my eyes are closed and he thinks I’m sleeping, but I’m not. I’m waiting to feel his hands on me, or his mouth. My heart races at the possibility, yet it hasn’t happened again.
Drew texts me every day and I actually reply. It seems like I keep doing things I probably shouldn’t and yet I can’t stop.
The presence of both of them looms around me at all times and it’s suffocating, but in a good way. It’s like I’m suffocating with anticipation at all times. And the way my body reacts, is concerning.
At the gym, I feel Caine’s eyes on me while Drew lingers close by, and I’m waiting to see what will happen. Will Drew touch me? Will Caine do something about it, or will he touch me first?
Nothing happens.
I’m becoming a pro at hiding how crazy it’s making me. The worst part is that the mind games they’re clearly playing are starting to work. I’ve never felt this before, and it’s odd. All the anticipation and smothering I’ve felt at the hands of Carson was always both literal and metaphorical.
Anticipation of him coming home and whether he had a good day or a bad day. A good day would mean I would be safe—at least until he started drinking. A bad day meant I would hide. But he had always found me.
Until now.
“Ready?” Coach Adam’s gruff voice asks, pulling me from my mind and preventing another flashback from consuming me again.
“Mhmm,” I mumble, dropping my bag by the front desk since no one else is here. With it being winter, the sun sets early and it’s already dark outside. The overhead lights are the only thing illuminating the gym as they glow against the mats eerily.
“What do you want to focus on?” he asks, facing me, his arms folded and his legs shoulder length apart. My eyes are drawn to his throat and the snake tattoo there and with how it moves as he speaks.
“Whatever you think I need the most help with.” I try to focus on why I’m here and not the way it feels to have him looking at me. He’s so intense all the time, and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s annoyed that I’m here or because he wants me underneath him.
Or maybe that’s my own internal debate because I’m staring at him the same way.
He grunts in response. I want to say something snarky to his non reply. Before I have the chance he snaps at me instead, “Wrap your hands.”
I do just that, somewhat relieved we’re going to work on boxing today because I don’t know if I could handle rolling on the floor working on any of the BJJ moves with him right now. And something tells me he might be feeling the same way.
Especially because he keeps his distance from me this time as he instructs my punches. Unlike the other day, when he moved me into the proper position and pressed his body into mine, he’s keeping a normal distance today. It’s a little annoying and a lot frustrating.
By the time we’re done, I’m dripping with sweat while unwrapping my hands, sore from how many times I hit the bag today.
“Good work. Same time on Thursday?” he asks and I’m slightly taken aback. Part of me thought this may have been a one-time offer, another part is surprised he’s asking about two days from now.
“Um, yeah, sure.” Wondering if it was just a good guess that he knows I don’t work that day.
He nods once and leaves me alone to gather my things so I can go. I almost call out to say goodbye before walking out but decide against it.
Once I’m outside, the feeling of being watched, of having eyes on me, is back. And just like every other time, I know who they belong to without even seeing them. And just like every other time, I silently dare him to do something.
Just to add to it, I pull out my phone, calling someone else while standing on the low-lit sidewalk.
“Hey little one,” the deep timbre answers and I smirk into the darkness, even if he can’t hear who I’m talking to.
“Hi, you busy?”
“Nothing I can’t cancel.”
“Good.”
I go home, knowing I’m playing with fire right now. Yet, I’m not afraid to get burned. I’ve been through worse and survived.
Drew knocks on my door not long after I get home. I was hoping to get into the shower, but he’s here before I’m able to do that. When I open the door, he looks me up and down and has to comment on it.
“Why are you sweaty? Thinking about me a little too much and couldn’t help yourself?” He smirks and I roll my eyes as he walks past me.
“I was doing some extra training with Coach tonight and you got here before I could take a shower.”
“Adam?” he asks, sharply.
“Uh, yeah, unless there’s another coach I’m supposed to be training with?”
“How’d that go?” His voice is even, almost like he’s trying to mask any emotion, and it makes me curious.
“Why does it matter?” I fold my arms across my chest.
“Just curious if you think it helped.”
I shrug. “Guess we’ll find out. But I need to shower.”
“I’ll join you.” The serious look on his face morphs into something more sensual and I hold my hand out to stop his advance.
“No, you can wait out here like a good boy,” I tease. But it may have been the wrong thing to say because Drew grabs my wrist, and yanks me into his body, making me gasp as our chests collide.
“You should know one thing about me, and it’s that I’m not a good boy and I never will be.” He lets me go, turning me toward my room and swatting my ass. “Go get clean.”
I glare back at him but walk toward my bathroom without another word. I know if I say anything, it’ll probably end up being me asking him to join.
“Lock the door, though, because I’m bad at following rules.”
His words send shivers down my spine, and I quickly go into my bathroom. After shutting the door and locking it quickly, I breathe out in relief, like he was chasing me. Even though I don’t think he even took a step in my direction.
Hastily, I shower, where I usually like to take my time thoroughly washing my hair and enjoying the feel of warm water hitting my skin. I’m very aware that there’s essentially a stranger in my house and I left him alone, trusting him not to snoop or do anything like install hidden cameras… hah. Too late on that one, I guess.
Once I’m finished, I peek out of my bathroom to make sure he’s not waiting right there for me before dressing quickly in loose sweatpants and a tank top. Then I go into the living room and see that Drew is relaxed on my couch with his feet kicked up—shoes still on—while he scrolls through a streaming site on my TV.
“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” I snark, looking pointedly at his shoes that are currently kicked up on my ottoman.
“I did, thanks. You going to join me?”
“If you don’t get your dirty shoes off my furniture, I’m going to kick your ass out,” I threaten.
He chuckles, kicking his shoes off onto the floor and I cringe at him for still not putting them by the door because now, his gross, dirty boots are on my clean floor by the couch. I’m not super neurotic about things like this, but I can see the caked wet sand in the soles, and I know that’s going to be a pain in the ass to clean.
“Come here,” he instructs, patting the cushion next to him.
I saunter over, sitting about a foot away from him, putting my legs in between us, leaning back against the armrest with my knees bent in front of me.
He lets out a humorless laugh, his focus going back to the TV. “What do you want to watch?”
I’m a little shocked he isn’t trying to push for anything right now. As much as I hate to admit it, the normalcy of the moment feels nice.
I’ve never had this.
Never just sat on the couch with someone just to watch something for the enjoyment of it. Carson would make me sit next to him when he would have some poker game on. I didn’t know anyone watched poker games, but Carson does. And it bored me to tears.
“You ever watch hockey?” Drew asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Nope.”
“The Denver Dragons are playing. It’s the only sport I like other than MMA.” He winks at me, and I hug my knees closer to my chest.
“I don’t know anything about hockey or any of the teams.”
“You’ll like it. There’s fighting.” He smirks at me, putting the game on.
We watch silently for a few minutes, and it’s hard to keep track of what’s going on. The puck is so small on the screen and all I can see are the players skating back and forth with a lot of pushing and shoving.
At one point, Drew takes my legs and pulls them over his lap while running his callused hands along my skin. I have to suppress my body’s reaction, but he doesn’t act like he’s affected at all. So, I won’t, either.
I’m so distracted by his hands on me that I hardly hear him when he says, “Come here.” When I hesitate, he moves me himself so I’m straddling his lap. That’s when I learn he’s not as unaffected as I thought, because his cock is so hard underneath me, that even restrained by his jeans I can feel him through the thin fabric of my pants.
Drew’s hand moves up my spine to the back of my neck before he grips my hair in his fist, tugging slightly so I’m forced to look up at him. He leans forward, his lips skimming the skin of my neck as he speaks.
“I want to feel you rub yourself on my cock like this. You think you can do that for me, little one?”
“Like this?” I taunt, swiveling my hips slightly, feeling the bulge against my clit and it sends a wave of pleasure through me.
He lets out a low groan. “I know you can give me more than that. Use me to make yourself come. I didn’t get to see it last time and I want to see how fucking pretty you look falling apart for me.”
Grinding myself down on him again, only harder this time and I have to bite back a moan. “I’d probably look even better if I was coming on your tongue.”
He chuckles, pulling my hair tighter, while using his other hand to help guide my hips. “Show me how you do it by yourself, then maybe I’ll let you use my mouth.”
“And you think you’re not a good boy,” I tease, swiveling my hips.
He yanks my hair so hard I yelp as my head is forced further back.
“Call me that again and I’ll bend you over right here and force you to take my cock wherever I want and show you how not true that is. Now, be a good fucking girl and come for me so I can get to my meal. I’m starving.”
I moan, rubbing against him even faster, the friction of our clothes between us heightening my arousal as I dry hump him. Drew keeps a tight grip on my hip, guiding me as I rub and move myself how I need to feel the sparks of pleasure.
There’s a noise somewhere outside, but I choose to ignore it because I’m too focused on getting myself off on Drew’s lap to care. He tightens his grip on both my hair and hip and it has me working myself even harder against him to find my release.
The noise comes again, only louder this time. I still don’t care. I moan when he thrusts up against me, the added pressure to my already sensitive clit has me teetering near the edge. I tighten my thighs around him as my movements begin to lose their rhythm and my orgasm is cresting just as another loud crashing sound echoes around us. I’m already falling over the edge, crying out, as I continue to thrust my pussy against Drew’s lap until it subsides.
“That was fucking cute,” an annoyingly familiar deep voice says somewhere behind me, dripping with sarcasm. I’m breathing heavily and look up at Drew, who has a smirk on his face. He’s not looking at me, no, he’s locked onto the figure behind me.
“Glad you got to watch it. Are you planning to stick around to see what it’s like when I have my tongue in her pussy too?” Drew asks, and my jaw drops at how calm he is about the other man who’s just broken into my house.
“No,” I snap, climbing off Drew’s lap to face Caine. “You don’t get to watch anything. Get the fuck out.”
Caine scoffs, leaning back against the wall with his arms folded. “Nah, I think I want to see the show. You can fake an orgasm with him and then I can give you what we both know you really want.”
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “You want to watch us? You think you can handle seeing another man touch me?”
“Well, we both know it’s not the first time I’ve had to watch you with him, is it?”
I steel my spine, craning my neck to look up at him. “So, you like watching?”
“I like seeing what I can do better. So, after he’s done with you, I’ll show him what it is that you really want,” Caine says confidently.
“That may be difficult since I don’t want you at all,” I insist.
“You keep saying that, but we both know it’s not true.”
Drew steps up behind me and I feel trapped between the two of them, yet I find myself leaning back slightly against Drew. Maybe it’s to prove a point, or maybe it’s to poke the bear that is Caine a little more. Either way, Caine watches the move and his jaw tenses. It makes me smile, because he can pretend like he’s okay with this and that he wants to watch, but we both know it’s killing him.
He wants me to himself even if it means forcing it. But he’s also proved that he’s completely insane, and part of me wonders if this will lead to him murdering Drew and making me watch. The worry should make me stop this from going any further, but it doesn’t.
Instead, I turn, keeping my back to Caine as I face Drew, our bodies grazing each other from how close we’re standing.
“You heard him,” I start. “He wants to watch. So, be a good boy and show me what you got.”
Drew lets out a low growl, grabbing me roughly, and tossing me over his shoulder and storming toward my bedroom. I push up on his back to see Caine following slowly. The deathly serious look in his eyes has me slightly worried, but I don’t have much time to feel anything before I’m being tossed onto my bed.
Drew descends on me, his face less than an inch from mine and I think he may actually try to kiss me, which is something I’ve yet to do with either of them. But he doesn’t. “What did I tell you about calling me that?”
“You going to hurt me?” I whisper, hoping Caine can’t hear us because I’m sure he’ll like that I’m asking, since it’s obvious that that’s what I’m wanting.
“I guess we’ll see. It depends how much you can take.” He moves off me, and I look around trying to find Caine, and just as Drew pulls off my sweatpants, I see Caine standing by the door to my bedroom. He didn’t even bother to close it, which makes me feel weirdly exposed. Even more so than the fact that Drew is spreading my legs apart while the man who’s been basically harassing me watches.
The second Drew’s mouth is on me, I cry out. Especially as he sucks my clit into his mouth when I’m still sensitive from my first orgasm.
“What do you think, Caine? How many can I get out of her?” Drew taunts with a long lick up my weeping center that leaves my back bowing off the mattress.
“You get five minutes, and then I’m showing you how it’s done,” Caine threatens.
“You may have to drag me away from her, this cunt is dripping for me,” Drew goads. “And so fucking sweet.” I manage to look over at Caine, who has his eyes narrowed, every thick muscle seems tense.
Drew must notice that my attention has strayed because he grazes his teeth on my clit, and I try to back away from him. I’m trying to move myself further up the bed, but he wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me tighter against his mouth so I’m unable to move, and I let out a small screech.
“Don’t think you’re getting away from me, little one. You’re about to show him just how much your pussy prefers me and my mouth than his.” Drew’s eyes flash with mischief before he dives back in, licking and sucking my clit until I’m unable to move my focus to anything other than him.
My hands find his hair, gripping the dark locks and pulling, making sure to hold his lips against me as he continues to move his expert tongue in perfect precision.
“How does it feel, killer?” Caine’s voice breaks through the pleasure induced haze I’m in. “Does it remind you of when I had my tongue inside you while you were tied up for me?”
Drew makes a noise that sends a vibration through me, and I moan, shaking my head like it can shake away what Caine is saying to me. But he doesn’t stop, he just keeps talking while Drew continues fucking me with his tongue. And when I feel the pressure of him pressing a finger into me, I throw my arm over my mouth and sink my teeth into my flesh to suppress the scream that I’m desperate to let loose.
“Times almost up, you better work a little harder, Drew. She’s not going to come for you, but you’ll get to watch how well she takes my dick in that tight little pussy of hers. Or maybe I’ll make her take me in her throat. How was it when she did that for you?”
Drew pulls back, continuing to thrust his finger in and out of me while he just watches the movement. He responds to Caine like I’m not even here. “Fucking amazing. I doubt you’ll get to find out, sounds like she’d rather bite your dick off than suck it.”
I chuckle, but it quickly turns into a moan when Drew curls his finger and leans down to suction his mouth onto my clit again. I drop my arm and let the sound of my moan fill the room. I do it so that Caine can hear that it’s not his name coming from my mouth.
“Drew, fuck that feels so good, please.” I pull his hair tighter, while moving my hips to rub against his mouth while he pushes another finger inside me, and I start to see stars.
“That’s it, come for me, little one. Show him what you really like and how I’m the one that gives it to you, not him.” Drew’s voice is lower, darker, like the first night when he was here with me. It feels like this is the side he keeps concealed, and I can’t deny that when it comes out, my thighs clench and my core floods.
The threat of danger looming both between my legs and by the door of the room is intense and it shouldn’t make me feel this way. But it does. Everything is heightened and when Drew growls, “Give it to me.” I lose it.
My head falls back, and I can’t suppress the moan that leaves my lips as the orgasm consumes me. I’m pulling at his hair, holding his face tightly against me while I rub myself against him as stars burst behind my closed eyelids and my thighs shake so hard while trying to slam shut. I think he’s holding them open, and I think I hear Caine say something from his spot, but none of it registers. The only thing I’m aware of in this moment is how good I feel as the release works its way through my body, stronger than the one before.
As I come down from the high of my orgasm, Drew laps at my entrance and I try to push him away because the light graze of his tongue on my clit is too much and I feel like jumping out of my skin every time he touches it.
“Ah, too much,” I cry when the tip of his tongue sends the slightest amount of pressure onto my sensitive nub.
Suddenly, there’s a tight grip on my hair, pulling me to look to the side and Caine is there, looming over me. Drew hasn’t left his spot between my thighs, but he’s moved from kissing and licking my center to kissing and licking the insides of my thighs.
“Since he’s had your mouth before me, I feel like he should have to watch me fuck your ass so he can see me claim another piece of you.”
I glare up at him and squeak out a small noise when Drew nips the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and Caine tightens his grip on my hair at the sound. I see his jaw clench and I can tell that he wants to send Drew flying across the room because he’s still touching me. But by some miracle he restrains himself.
“You don’t have any claim over any part of me. You knew I wasn’t a virgin when you fucked me. Yours isn’t the only dick that’s been inside me. It won’t be the last either.”
I yelp when he yanks even harder, pulling me up the bed, forcing Drew to lose his spot nestled between my legs and Caine forces my eyes up to him with his grip. My neck is almost painfully arched, and my eyes squeeze shut with pain.
“You don’t talk about other dicks. You’re lucky I’m not killing Drew right now for getting to taste you. But mine is the last that will be inside you. If you think I’ll let anyone else fuck you, then you’ll learn quickly that that won’t happen.”
“Drew,” I squeak out, “fuck me.”
Caine pulls even harder, his other hand collaring my neck.
“You want to see him die?” Caine threatens and I swallow roughly. I shake my head slightly, though the movement makes my scalp burn and my movement is limited from the grip he has on my throat.
I wonder if Drew can see how turned on I am from this. I wonder if he thinks I’m fucked in the head.
I am.
“You want to be fucked? Then it’s going to be by me. He had his chance to touch you,” Caine says, darkly.
“What if—” I stop myself. The thought that I almost spoke aloud is crazy, possibly from the lack of oxygen to my brain. Maybe it’s from the two orgasms I just had that have left me stupid.
“Say it,” he says, the words sounding like a threat on the air.
My eyes move from him to Drew, wondering if he’s even still here since he’s been so quiet. He’s standing by the side of the bed, adjusting his cock that’s clearly hard in his pants and I bite my bottom lip slightly.
“Say it,” Caine commands again with another squeeze to my neck.
“What if you both fuck me?” My voice is quiet, and I can’t believe I’m saying this. Have I thought about having more than one guy touch me before? Yeah, the thought of bringing two men so much pleasure that they both want me. This has been on the list of fantasies I’ve kept locked away because I knew I would be judged and shamed for them.
Right alongside the ones about being chased, thrown down in the dirt, and fucked while I act like I don’t want it.
The way that Caine has a hold of me, the way he’s looking at me and how he’s talking to me? My pussy quivers with need. Add in Drew being here, and it’s making me forget all the negative words that have been thrown at me when I’ve talked about my fantasies.
Even though one of these men thinks he has some sort of claim over me—that’s not something that has ever been included in any of my fantasies. Probably because that’s been my reality. Everyone’s always felt like they had a claim over me. My parents, then Carson, and now Caine.
“Needy little whore, wanting two cocks?” Caine murmurs.
“Probably because yours doesn’t give her enough. She knows I can give her what she needs,” Drew chimes in and I bite back a smirk.
“Adam tell you that?” Caine asks over his shoulder.
I furrow my brow, confused by his comment. Catching Drew stiffen out of the corner of my eye. Caine catches the look.
“Oh, has he not told you about his little relationship with Coach?” Caine asks.
I don’t respond.
“There’s no relationship with him, don’t speak on shit you don’t know anything about,” Drew threatens.
“So, is he okay with you fucking around with her too then?”
“He doesn’t care what or who I do it with. And the same goes for him.”
“I guess, you guys don’t mind sharing.” Caine looks back down to me, and I’m working hard not to question everything they are saying. “Too bad I do.”
I roll my eyes, and Caine flips me onto my stomach so suddenly I gasp, almost dizzy from how quickly he moved me. He moves so his giant body is holding mine down, I can barely breathe from the way he’s pressing me into the mattress, his lips graze my ear as he speaks.
“How about Drew holds you still while I stuff your greedy little cunt full of me. Then he can see what it’s like when you’re fucked the way you really like.”
“How about you get the fuck off me,” I bite out.
He lets out a low chuckle. “Drew, make yourself useful.”
I think for a moment that he’s not going to listen. Maybe he will even tell Caine to fuck off and do something to help me in this situation.
But then he’s on the bed in front of me, kneeling by my head and grabbing my wrists, holding them in one hand, and when I try to look up at him to ask what the fuck he’s doing, he moves my hair off my face to reveal a sinister smile. One that has chills run down my spine.
Caine is moving further down my body, spreading my legs despite my attempts to kick him away, which he easily avoids.
“Are you going to be a good girl for him, little one? I bet if you are, he’ll let you come again.” Drew smirks.
“I don’t want him to. Get the fuck off me.” I attempt to fight them both off, but I get nowhere. I’m completely helpless. Stuck and at their mercy.
And uncomfortably turned on. Achingly so.
“Fuck yeah, keep fighting and I will make sure to fill your ass, too. Bet you’d love that, like the filthy slut you are for me.” Caine slaps his hand on my ass, and I yelp, burying my head in the mattress, ashamed that I’m in this position. I’m supposed to be getting stronger, learning how to defend myself, yet I continue to find myself in positions like this—where I’m helpless and being taken advantage of.
And the worst part is that each time, I end up liking it more than the last. Because I am strong, I know this in my core, but it’s moments like these I may like to be a little helpless.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy for them.