Without Me (4 page)

As I held her to me, I returned her kiss with greater ferocity than I had before. Maybe I’d had too many drinks, and quite possibly, so had she, but the sizzle we’d had weeks ago now felt like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Max,” I moaned into her mouth, overcome by the need I felt for her. It wasn’t like I’d never felt need before, but not to the extent I did with her.

Our first kiss had consumed me. Never had I chased anyone before. Ybor City wasn’t my usual stomping ground except for when I played gigs, yet I’d found myself there numerous times over the last few weeks.

I hadn’t dared tell anyone. I spent years making fun of my siblings for being pussy-whipped. The one thing they had achieved that I hadn’t was sampling the goods before having their thoughts dominated by another human being.

I’d only had a taste. One simple kiss had sent me into a tizzy.

As I devoured her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers, I had two options. I could excuse myself and fuck the first piece of ass I could find tonight. There was a possibility that it could cure me. It would be the coward’s way of dealing with the feelings that lurked in my subconscious. Or I could do what I had come here for—conquer Max and put her out of my system forever.

When the music stopped, our bodies slowly came to a stop. As we stilled, the kiss grew deeper. My mind had been made. I’d dive right in and fuck her brains out. Based on what her friends had said, she needed me as badly as I needed her.

“Let me take you home,” I murmured as I lingered over her lips.

Her harsh breathing skidded across my face as she contemplated my words. She blinked twice before she replied. “Okay,” she whispered as her body swayed in my arms.

I wouldn’t give her the chance to change her mind. I released her from my hold, touching her on the small of her back, and headed toward Nita and Malia. As we approached, I could see the giant grins on their faces. They beamed with excitement as I winked at them.

“Ladies,” I said as we reached them, my arm still behind Max. “I’m going to walk Max home.”

“Yes!” Malia squealed, bouncing a little bit on her stool. “You do that. She needs to be ‘taken’ home.” She made air quotes.

“Have fun,” Nita said, elbowing Malia in the ribs.

The entire time, Max stood silent, giving her friends a sloppy grin.

“I think she’s drunk,” I said, wondering if I was an asshole. Tomorrow, would she think I had taken advantage of her in her inebriated state? I didn’t want to be that guy. I’d never had to be, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.

“Anthony,” Malia said, beckoning me with her index finger.

I moved in close, placing my ear next to her mouth.

“She’s not as drunk as you’d think. Max can out-drink most people on this planet. Let her think you think she’s drunk. If she’s willing to let you take her home, don’t let her change her mind. She needs what you’re offering.”

I laughed, backing away as I caught Nita and Max whispering back and forth as they glanced at me.

“Got it,” I said, nodding at Malia. “Ready?” I asked as I turned toward Max, grabbing her waist. I wasn’t going to let her escape.

“Yeah,” she answered with glassy eyes and a smirk on her face.

I let Max lead the way, following her movements as we strolled down Seventh Avenue. We walked in silence, nodding at the passersby, focused on our final destination.

When we arrived, I stayed behind her as she unlocked the door. The neighborhood was quiet and only blocks from the center of Ybor. She hadn’t lied: the night I met her at the Ritz she said it was the closest bar to her house. I didn’t know if it was fate or God’s way of fucking with me. He liked to do that from time to time. The fact that she hadn’t gone next door to the King Corona that night could’ve been a cruel joke if I hadn’t found her again.

As she entered the house, she held the door open for me to join her. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked as she turned the light on and sagged into the front door.

I shook my head. The only thing I wanted in my mouth was her. Every inch of her body needed to be sampled, dirtied, and devoured. I couldn’t wait another minute to touch her. Fuck, if I waited too long, she could change her mind.

I charged, pushing her body into the door. As I molded to her, I rubbed my denim-covered dick into her abdomen. Smothering her lips, I couldn’t resist her any longer. The walk had been torture, but standing in her home made me impatient. I had always been the type to take what I wanted without waiting. Some would think it was a weakness, but it had always worked in my favor.

Her hands drifted underneath my T-shirt. As they glided up my sides, leaving a burning sensation in their wake, I hissed, feeling the sizzle as our flesh connected. She panted as she dug her fingernails into my skin. Her touch branded me. Even when her fingers had moved, the feel of her still lingered, creating a smoldering trail.

I placed my hand on her ribs, feeling the heat emanating from her body, matching my own. The thin fabric of her top did nothing to mask the need that seeped from her body.

“Do you like this shirt?” I asked. I didn’t want to take the time to slowly undress her. If I gave her a chance to think too much, she might change her mind.

“Eh,” she mumbled into my mouth.

Question answered, I gripped the side of her shirt and pulled. The delicate material ripped, coming apart in my hand, and caused her to shriek.

“Shh,” I said as I dropped the cloth to the floor.

I glanced down at her ample breasts, which were peeking out over the top of her bra. They’d been made for me—or at least, I liked to think so. The bra she had on, white to match her top, was a stark contrast to her skin. The lace covered her tits, but I couldn’t miss her hardened nipples as they called to my mouth.

She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but I pulled her arms to her side. Then I dropped to my knees and brought my face level with her bountiful breasts. Leaning forward, I locked my fingers with hers and sucked her nipple into my mouth. She quaked as I sucked the stiff peak into my mouth.

“Anthony,” she cried out, gripping my fingers like a vise.

“Mmm,” I moaned into her flesh.

“Oh, God.” She arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into my face.

When her body rested flat on the door, I released her hands and gripped her waist. Holding her in place, I took my time and gave each breast equal attention. Her fingers knitted into my hair. I could smell her, the need she felt for me rivaling the want I had for her. No longer could she deny what we had. The urgency couldn’t be stopped by anything but a complete and thorough fucking.

After using my nose to trace a path down her stomach, I ran my lips along the edge of her pants. Her skin burst into goose bumps as I planted light kisses onto her flesh. I slid my hands across her abdomen to the button hiding my salvation.

“Anthony,” slipped from her lips as I started to unfasten her pants. “Wait.”

Stilling my hands, I laid my forehead on top of her stomach, trying to catch my breath. “Max, I want you more than anyone in my life.” I kissed her. “Please don’t stop me now. I have to fuck you.”

“Don’t stop,” she mumbled, pushing my head down with the palms of her hands.

I went back to the task at hand. As the button busted free, I tucked my fingers into the top of her pants and tore them down her legs. The top of her matching white lace panties made my stomach do a backflip. Fuck, my entire body was celebrating.

As I slipped her pants lower, I ran my nose down the front of her panties and inhaled. There was something about the smell of a woman. The hint of musk and sweetness had always brought me to my knees—just like I was in that moment. It gave me a high, making me lightheaded and dizzy. The only thing that could bring my mind back to any sense of normality would have been to taste and fuck the very thing that caused the weakness—Max.

Leaving her pants at her ankles, I shimmied her panties down her legs. Then I roughly gripped her thighs, spreading her open as she slid down the door. My tongue darted out, finally tasting her pussy.

Her arousal filled my taste buds and caused my mouth to water. It drifted across my tongue and drove me forward. One taste wasn’t enough. When I went home tonight, I wanted to still taste her and have her scent on my face. There wasn’t a part of my body, or hers for that matter, I didn’t want to have lingering for hours as a reminder.

I used my tongue to part her as I ran it deeper into her pussy. She moaned and pulled on my hair to the point that it stung, sending a spark down my spine. My cock ached as it grew inside my jeans, which were now too tight to handle the package they contained.

This wasn’t the time to think of myself and be a greedy bastard, though. I had to get her to the point of no return. The vehemence with which she’d denied her attraction toward me and the coldness she had displayed could slither into her mind and bring the evening to an end. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.

Even though I could feast on her for hours, I needed to bring her to the brink. As I captured her wetness, I circled her clit. When I sucked it into my mouth, her thighs trembled in my grip. While using my hands to steady her, I assaulted her clit, sucking and flicking with my tongue until she began chanting, “Yes!”

A vocal woman is a pleasure to fuck. There’s never a time when you have to second-guess if what you’re doing is working for them. Each woman has a different way they like to be handled. Some want soft while others need rough. Experimenting was fun, but finding the perfect rhythm was key. With the way Max moaned, chanted, and screamed, I knew I was on target.

Wanting to add something more to the face-fucking I was giving her, I released one hip, moving my hand between her legs. I ran my fingers through her drenched pussy, massaging her outsides. As her body shook, I tightened my grip on her right thigh and held her upright. Nothing would stop me now. I pushed one finger inside as I continued to play with her clit using my mouth. The heat of her pussy surrounded me as I thrust it in and out.

“More,” she grunted, pushing herself down onto my hand.

I lightened the pressure of my mouth on her clit. I’d give her what she wanted, but not without a little begging.

“More,” she repeated. Her fingers pulled at my hair as I teased her.

Not wanting to be a total asshole, I complied. Sliding a second digit inside, I slowly felt every inch of her insides. Her pussy molded to my fingers, taking their girth with ease.

“Yes,” she began chanting again as I picked up the pace, stroking them inside of her repeatedly.

I sucked harder, pummeled her with my rigid fingers, and held on to her body as I ate her pussy. God, it was spectacular. The only thing I regretted was not being able to see her face from this position. I wanted to watch her come apart from the orgasm I knew would rip through her body and break down her defense.

Just as her pussy started to quiver and draw my fingers deeper inside, I stopped and pulled my fingers out. I had to see her face when she came. I wanted her to see me as badly as I wanted to see her. She needed to remember who was giving her the orgasm, the way I felt inside her as she came apart in my arms.

“Don’t stop. What the fuck are you doing?” she said as she pushed my face into her mound.

“I want to see you when you come,” I murmured on her clit, feeling the shock waves of need and lust that were so close to breaking free reverberate on my lips.

“You can look at me afterward. You can’t leave me like this,” she whispered, glaring down at me as I peered up at her.

“I won’t leave you like this. I plan to”—I licked her forcefully and felt her body jolt—“fuck you until you can’t breathe anymore and you beg me to stop.”

She pulled me up by my hair and I rose to my feet. Her lack of shyness had my dick throbbing for release.

“Let’s get to it, then,” she said as her hands dropped to my shirt.

“You’re so romantic.” I laughed, letting her remove my shirt.

“Fuck,” she hissed as I stood before her bare chested. “Do you have any body fat?”

I shook my head, happy that my body had finally caused her to have a reaction. At the bar, she’d acted so unimpressed and indifferent. Alone, as I stood shirtless before her, she had an entirely different opinion.

After she tossed my shirt, she settled her hands on my pecs. The warmth of her palms scorched my flesh, causing my heart to beat uncontrollably. What had she done to me? I’d never been like this. So fucking needy that I wasn’t acting like myself. Usually, I didn’t care if I saw them come, but for some reason, I wanted to see her explode from my touch. This wasn’t about getting my rocks off. No, this was something entirely different, and I wasn’t sure I liked it one damn bit.

She drifted forward, running her tongue across my SOUL tattoo. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of her as she explored my body. It was my turn to sway as the dizziness of the need I felt increased.

As her hands trailed down my stomach, catching on the ridges of my abdominal muscles, my cock jerked. It silently begged to be touched, feeling ignored and angry as fuck.

When her fingers fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, I said, “I have to warn you.”

She glanced up with her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “About what?”

“Well I…” I blew out a breath and suddenly felt unsure of myself. “I…”

“You don’t have an STD, do you?” she mumbled on my skin.

I shook my head, wondering how the fuck to say it. I’d never given a woman a warning before, so why in that instant did I feel it was necessary?

“I’m really well hung,” I said, feeling a sense of pride. I’d seen plenty of dicks in the locker room, and I’d seen my brothers’. Not one of them held a candle to the package I was carrying. They were mere child’s play, while I was all man.

“Well, aren’t you cocky,” she whispered as she started to giggle.

“Quite literally, I am.” I laughed and shrugged one shoulder. “You’ll see.” I looked down at her and winked. “I have a little something for your pleasure.”

“Oh, like Trojan,” she teased, and rolled her eyes.