Captive (24 page)

When I’ve regained the use of my legs and can take in some such needed oxygen, I grab her under her arms, tossing her further on to the bed. If she thinks after that amazing fucking blow job this is going to go slow and easy, she’s got another thing coming.

Scooting back against the pillows, I notice she got half-done ridding herself of her clothes. Like the helpful man I am, I quickly divest her of the rest stripping her jeans and panties down her thighs in one smooth motion. I don’t take note of what she’s wearing, if her panties are thong, or the boy shorts I fucking love her in, all I can see each and every creamy inch of skin I’ve uncovered.

Adelyn’s got the most decadent porcelain skin, and I would love nothing more than to spend the next week exploring all of it, but she and I both know that’s going to have to wait. Just as I’m about to lower my body to hers my fingers encounter something that wasn’t there before. Something I should’ve noticed, taken note of, as soon as she took her shirt off.

Scars…one on the left of her belly button, and two on the right. Scars that make her even more beautiful to me, because she survived. Because she was strong enough to pull through even when she believed all was lost. Scars that I will never get enough of worshipping, because without them we wouldn’t be here today. It sounds fucking stupid, but it’s true.

If Adelyn had gone on to have Dakota, if I’d continued acting like the asshole I was to her, which mark me, would’ve happened, I have no doubt I would’ve lost her forever. That shit would’ve gone on too long, dug too deep for me to dig my way out of it. There would’ve been no hope for us, so even though those scars are fucking heart breaking, what they came from, what they signify, they also mark the start of the beginning for us.

“Are they ugly? Do you hate them, or me for not keeping her safe?”

How could I not have recognised how much my Angel suffered? How could I put myself first and her last? Shame is not a feeling I’m accustomed too, but when it comes to her question it rears its head with a vengeance.

“No, baby, they aren’t ugly, and I could never hate them, or you. You lived, Adelyn. You lived so that I could live too, because without you isn’t any kind of fucking life, baby. No life at all,” I murmur as I stroke across the raised lines of skin.

“But I didn’t…” The look of despair is one I’m familiar with, I’ve seen it in the mirror enough times to know it well, so I stop her from saying whatever was going to come next.

“Angel, don’t you dare think your life isn’t worth just as much, more, than our baby girls. Without you she wouldn’t have been given life to begin with, so the way I see it you created a miracle, even if we don’t have her here with us now.” Running my fingertips up her soft taut belly to her magnificent tits, I start tweaking her nipple to redirect her thoughts. I want her to focus on us, on what we’re doing right now. Not the past and all the shit that comes with it. This is our chance to start fresh, and as much as it pains me, we have to let Dakota go.

“You would’ve been a wonderful mother to her, you know that right?” Her tentative nod makes me smile. “She would’ve loved you so much, baby, but it’s time. I said goodbye to her yesterday. I went to see her again, I was going pretty much every day for a while there, and I said goodbye for the last time. The next time I go I want you to come with me, but when we go, and we will go Angel, I want us to tell her how happy her parents are together, how much we love each other.” Tears prick the surface of her eyes with a few spilling over, running down her cheeks. “I want her to look down on us, and see that something good came from something bad. I need her to know I’ll love and protect her mother until my last breath leaves my body, and I’ll keep protecting her after that too. I need you to know, that no matter what happens from here on out I’m going to make sure you don’t cry another tear that isn’t from happiness, and you don’t go a day without hearing me tell you I love you, because I do, Adelyn Pippa London, I love you more than I know what to do with.”

She’s sobbing beneath me now, and while the honourable thing to do would be to let her process everything I’ve said, let her cry it out in my arms, I need her to feel everything I’ve just said to her more, so I wrap her legs around my hips and slowly sink into her in one solid push.

Her startled intake of breath has my head snapping up, and my eyes locking on hers. I’m scanning to see if I’m hurting her, if I’ve done the wrong thing and read the situation wrong, but when she lifts her small hand to caress my face, trace the contour of my bottom lip, I know I’ve finally made the right choice when it comes to her. I’ve finally found a way to show her what I can never put into words, and I know she can feel what my body’s telling her.

The way her hips are moving in time with the speed of my thrusts, the spasms rippling the walls of her tight as shit pussy, and the moans she’s trying to disguise by biting my pillow tell me everything I need to know…she loves me too.

Hiking her legs higher to rest on my shoulders I piston in and out of her like a man possessed, I don’t need to worry about whether she can take it or not if the way she’s crying my name, and the way her fingers are biting into the muscle of my ass are anything to go by. So finally, fucking finally I let go of the control I’ve fought for years to command, and I give it over to her. I give her everything. Every part of me, and not once does she stop looking directly into my eyes, seeing what I’m giving her Adelyn takes it all and doesn’t falter.

I’ve been scared shitless that once she sees the real me, the man behind the mask that she’ll run from me. I didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity I know I possess, and the last thing she needed was a man who had the single focus of owning her mind, body, and soul. Because that’s what I want. I want to be the man who owns her, and when I do I don’t have any intention of letting her go, or allowing anyone or anything to take her from me.

“Give in to it, Max, let it take you. I’m not going anywhere, honey,” she feels it alright. She knows what I need, and she’s giving me free reign to take it. Her voice mixed with the cherry scent of her shampoo, the lingering smell of soap on her skin, the way her eyes dance with love, and the feel of her surrounding me with her arms pushes me that last inch. Rising to my knees, I can only describe what I’m doing to her as rutting, slamming in and out of her, bottoming out at her cervix with every snap of my hips.

The walls of her pussy convulse rapidly, squeezing, milking, demanding I cum inside her. Adelyn head is thrown back, the smooth column of her throat exposed, and it’s too much temptation not too lean in and stake my claim, so I do. Sucking the soft flesh of her neck into my mouth, hard, I make sure I leave a mark that’ll last for days telling everyone she’s mine.

Using my free hand I tweak the tight bud of her nipple, and watch the pretty blush spread down her neck and across her chest. The way she blushes for me, even at innocent things, which this certainly is not, is a huge fucking turn on. Every time she does it I’m hard as stone, and this time’s no different.

With a few more thrusts I lose my rhythm altogether, and the dance our bodies were doing seconds prior becomes more of a race to the finish. Roughly squeezing her whole tit in my hand I start grinding my hips into hers while she rubs herself frantically against me seeking her second release. The rasp of the hair around my cock gives her just enough friction to have her mouth fly open soundlessly as her pussy walls clamp down so hard on my cock I’m scared it’s going to snap the fuck off.

I remove my hand from her tit, which is almost sad if it wasn’t going someplace even better, and slide it between our bodies reaching where we’re joined flicking her clit. She’s just finished one orgasm when I do, and the sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure sends her flying all over again.

My cock doesn’t have the first fucking clue what to do with her intense climax, neither do I. Seeking out her eyes again I thrust three final times stilling when I feel the cum rushing up my shaft, and pumping into her in thick, hot waves. If I thought the orgasm she gave me with her mouth was fan-fucking-tastic, the one she’s giving me with her cunt is out of this fucking world giving my no choice but to roar,

“Angel.”

Haunted – Evanescence

In all the times I’ve dreamed of what it would be like to be with Max again, all the times I daydreamed about losing myself in him and him me, I never thought it would be anything like this. It’s hard to believe the human body has the capacity for pleasure like he just gave me, and I’m almost positive that if I came like that every day I’d probably die prematurely, but there’s not a chance in hell I’ll let that stop me from getting naked with him at every possible opportunity. Actually fuck getting naked, if he wants to take me against a wall fully clothed I won’t object.

By the time we’ve both regained our breath, and our heart rates have gone back to semi-normal, I’m tucked tightly under his arm with my head pillowed on his thickly muscled chest. If anyone ever tells you that men don’t get sexier with age you have my express permission to tell them to fuck off, and to go and die in a hole. I can assure you Max has gotten even hotter since the last time I was with him, if he got any better looking I’d have to tie him up and never let him out of the house, he’s that hot.

“What are you thinking about, Angel, you’re scowling into thin air?” The sexy rasp of his voice has my girly bits tingling, so much so I have to will myself not to jump on top of him and ravish him all over again. Mmmmm, yummy.

Huffing I say,

“Nothing.”

Chuckling he prods,

“Don’t give me that female nothing bullshit, baby. I’ve been around enough women in my life time to know that’s a load of crap. What’s got that pretty face twisted?”

Asshole. It would’ve been nice if he hadn’t brought up his knowledge of women and their secret lady language. Actually it would have been nice if he hadn’t brought up other women
at all
while he’s in bed with me.

“Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are, and that I might have to tie you up to keep you from being molested by all the horny women in town, so I can keep you all to myself, but now I’m thinking about you and other women. So thanks for that,” I say with a sneer.

Laughing he rolls me over to my back in one swift movement effectively pinning me underneath him. Dick. I slap his chest a few times telling him to move, but as usual Max does what Max wants not budging an inch, and pressing his hardening cock against my dripping opening. Cupping my chin with one of his huge hands he turns my face to his.

“You think I want anyone else when I have you in my bed?” He punctuates his question by slamming inside me hard making me gasp at his intrusion. “You think I think about other women when I have the most perfect woman in the world in my arms?” He withdraws and thrusts in again. “You think another woman can come close to making me feel what you do?”

By this point I’m panting and couldn’t answer him if I tried, so I let a moan slip in response. Max is so big, so hard, I feel like he’s going to split me in half, but it’s an exquisite pleasure/pain that only he can give me, one I know I’ll crave forever. Getting to his knees he drags me up his thighs until I’m sitting on his lap while he’s still kneeling in the center of the bed.

“You have no fucking idea do you?” Not waiting for me to answer he grunts, “You fucking own me, Angel. Every. Single. Piece.” His last three words are emphasised by him yanking me down on his cock until I can feel the beginnings of my orgasm roll through me.

I can feel him thickening, pulsing faster inside me, and I know he’s getting close to his own release when I say directly into his ear,

“You own me too, now prove it.”

That must have done the trick because in a second he has me flipped on to my hands and knees, lining our hips up, and plunging into me over and over again with uncontained ferocity. I push back against him, encouraging him to take me as hard as he needs to. This is who he is, the man I fell in love with is not gentle, he’s not soft. He’s hard, intense, possessive, dominating, and mine. With nothing between us anymore, no demons lurking in his closet, and no secrets in mine we’re finally where we should have been all along…together.

Knowing exactly what will set him off I swivel my hips in a circular motion grinding back hard when I do. The groans and grunts get louder, and without warning my climax descends on me. As it does I feel Max pull back on my hair until I’m nearly upright, his teeth on my neck, his hand between my legs manipulating my clit. The rush of wetness coating my thighs would embarrass me if Max wasn’t gathering it in his palm, rubbing it into my mound.

Smearing the last of my juices over my belly he flips us again until I’m staring up into his gorgeous blue/green eyes. Shoving in and out roughly still he growls,

“Need to see you when I cum in your cunt, Angel. Need you to come for me too, babe.”

I don’t think I’m capable of cumming again. If I do I might combust. Holding my eyes captive I can see he’s serious, he expects me to cum with him.

“I-I don’t think I can,” I stutter out.

If there’s one thing I can tell you about Max, it’s that he’s nothing if not an overachiever. The second I tell him I can’t he begins tugging on my nipples, which shoots bolts of lightning directly between my legs. Bending his head he captures a nipple with his talented mouth, rolling it with his tongue, scraping his teeth across the highly sensitive tip. A smirk graces his lips,

“You like that, Angel? You like when I suck your pretty tits?”

I moan again not able to help myself. Is he crazy? What woman doesn’t like having a sexy as hell man sucking on her breasts, not me that’s for sure. His answer to my moan is to nip around the outside of my breast alternating between, licking, sucking, and biting. He’s driving me crazy, and he knows it. Squirming beneath him I run my hands up his sides, along his shoulders, and grab his jaw bring his face within an inch of mine.

“Kiss me, Max. Please kiss me.”

I haven’t kissed Max in three years, eight months, four days, and sixteen hours, and even more than wanting him to make me cum again I need him to kiss me. Crushing his mouth to mine he thrusts his tongue into my mouth mirroring the motions of his gorgeous cock. This kiss isn’t soft or slow, but it’s passionate and real, most of all it’s us.

With his tongue in my mouth, his hand twisting my breast fingering my aching nipple, his hips wedged firmly between my thighs, and the coarse hair surrounding his cock that’s drilling inside me I shoot off like a rocket toward the stars. My orgasm doesn’t start easy, it comes on hard and fast, stealing my breath, making lights dance behind my eyes, and blackness tint the edge of my world. The only thing keeping me anchored is Max. Ripping his mouth from mine he pulls back saying,

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes, Angel. Cum all over my cock, cum hard.” Like I had a choice.

After I start coming down from my euphoric high I experience the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, or felt. Watching Max cum is like watching a solar eclipse. It encompasses everything. His muscles go taut and strain against his deeply tanned skin, the veins on his forearms bulge, sweat rolls down his brow dripping onto my chest. The way his eyes widen and his pupils dilate has me shivering, as does the way his abs contract starkly showing off each defined ridge. What’s got me mesmerised is the motion of his chest heaving, sawing up and down with the sharp inhalations of breath he’s taking, the sounds he’s making as he takes his pleasure from my body, how he looks at me with more love in his eyes than I’ve ever seen before. Just as he stills over me he whispers,

“I love you, Angel.”

Smiling at him I reply,

“I’ve only ever loved you.” And it’s true. As much as I loved Trig, I realise now that it was only ever a plutonic love. One that’s shared between friends and family, not lovers or soul mates. That’s another thing, I truly believe what I feel for Max transcends love. He’s my other half, my soul mate, my everything.

At my words Max groans loudly throwing his head back until all I can see is his tanned corded throat. Running my hand from his back up to where his neck hollows out before reaching his chest, I lightly circle it with my whole hand, and hold on to him. His head rolls limply on his shoulders and the burning gaze he spears me with causes another round of shivers to wrack my body.

“Fuck. Tighter, baby. Squeeze tighter.”

I’d never figured Max for someone to trust another person enough to control him like this, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. Doing as he asks I apply pressure steadily until his body begins shaking uncontrollably above me. Within seconds his heavy frame drops to mine, and we lie skin to skin for long minutes just listening to the cadence of each other’s breathing.

“Holy shit, Angel, I’ve never cum that hard in my life. What are you doing to me?” What am I doing to him? What about what he’s done to me.

Laughing isn’t easy when you have a six-foot-three, two hundred and fifty pound man carved from granite lying on top of you, but somehow I manage.

“I’m not sure, but the feeling’s mutual hot stuff.”

Rolling us to our sides, he swipes the sheet that ended up pooled at the foot of the bed, and covers us to our waists.

“I don’t want anyone walking in here and seeing what’s mine. I’d have to fucking kill them if they did.”

Patting his chest I roll my eyes, and internally count to ten. He’s going to be the death of me, I swear it.

“Not everyone wants to get in my pants, Max,” I huff.

The vibration of his chest tells me he’s either laughing, or doing that growling thing he was doing outside. I’m not scared of his reactions anymore, because one thing I’ve learned during everything we’ve been through is that Max would die before he laid a hand on me in anger, so of course I take advantage of that knowledge and pinch his nipple.

It’s freeing not to have to worry about how someone will react to me being myself. Not that many people have reacted badly, at least outwardly, but still it’s nice to be able to tease Max not fearing violence in return. Hissing in a breath through his teeth he says,

“That’s where you’re fucking wrong, Angel. There’s not a man alive that doesn’t want in those sexy little panties of yours, not that they’ll get within ten feet of them, but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to.” He pats my ass adding, “And stop pinching my nipple, you’re making me hard.”

Jesus. I think the man has a thing for pain, because after cumming that hard he should be well and truly spent, but as he said I can feel him hardening against my thigh again.

“Are you sure you’re almost fifty-one?” Max looks at me brow furrowed, and a look of confusion marring his handsome face. “Because I could swear you’re still a horny seventeen-year-old boy with the elevator action your cock is doing.”

His deep rumbling laugh echo’s around the room but is abruptly cut off when the door flies open, and in walks someone I’d hoped I’d never have to see ever again…Beth. Not only is she standing in the open doorway calm as anything she’s holding what looks to be a compact Colt .380 Mustang.

Great, just what I needed to ruin a perfectly good moment with my man. Now I know what you’re thinking, why aren’t I freaking out, screaming, crying and generally carrying on like most women would be in a situation such as this? The answer to that is pretty straightforward. I’m familiar with guns; the way they work, the power behind them, their specifications. I can pick out a make, model, calibre, and magazine size from twenty feet away. Add to that in my purse I’m carrying my own handgun, and I’m pretty secure in the knowledge that I can protect myself. It also doesn’t hurt that I’m sure Max has one, if not a few backup firearms hidden strategically around the room.

Tapping her gun impatiently against her temple Beth speaks in a low and menacing voice.

“It’s not considered ladylike behaviour to whore yourself out just days after your fiancée’s killed, Adelyn. What would Leo think if he saw you now? Not so angelic after all now are you.”

Why is everyone under the misguided belief I’m a whore? I mean, fuck me, I’ve had sex with three people in my entire life, and I’m nearly thirty-four years old dammit. That’s not a lot by anyone’s standards, and definitely not hers that’s for sure. I know for a fact little Miss Righteous over there has fucked half the MC, and probably at least that many of the single men in town. Who the hell does she think she is calling me a whore? As my temper rises I formulate a plan in my head, and albeit Max is probably going to lose his ever-loving-mind at me later, this is our best option.

As far as Beth is concerned I’m not a threat. Her attention will be divided between Max and me, but I’m willing to put money on the fact that she’ll be focused mainly on him. That’s what I’m banking on anyway. Edging closer to the side of the bed furthest from the door, hidden by the large king sized bed that dominates the room, I thank God, Allah, and Vishnu that my purse landed here when Max threw me down earlier. Anywhere else and my plan could have gotten a whole lot more complicated.