Without Me (5 page)

“If you think you’re woman enough to handle it, go ahead,” I said as I rested my hands on my hips.

I wouldn’t give her a heads-up about the hardware I was sporting. I’d let her explore it for herself. It was shocking the amount of women who didn’t have any experience with cock piercings, but it always gave them a thrill.

As my pants slid down my thighs, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. “What the hell is all that?” she asked from behind her palm.

“I warned you.”

“What did you do to your beautiful cock?” Her glance shifted between my dick and my eyes as she gawked.

“You don’t like it?” I asked as her fingernails raked across my shaft.

“I do, but you have metal hanging off your junk.” She flicked the
ampallang
with her finger, sending a shot of pleasure down my shaft.

My dick jumped, responding to her touch, as she slid it through her palm.

“Jesus,” I moaned, needing the release before my balls exploded.

When she lifted my dick, her hand froze. “Another one?” she asked.

I smiled. “Trust me, Kitty Cat. You’re going to fuckin’ die when you feel it inside you.”

She dropped to her knees, bringing my dick near her face as she inspected the hardware. I stood there with my pants down, fully exposed and loved every fucking minute of it.

“It’s just so…much,” she whispered, inching closer.

Her hot breath hit the tip of my cock, and I closed my eyes. I couldn’t keep them open. With her face so close to my dick, all I wanted to do was grab her by the hair and jam it down her throat. I needed to push down that urge to face-fuck her. Squeezing my hips, I focused on the bite of her nails sliding across my skin and tried to ignore the warmth of her hands and breath as she explored my body.

She slid my shaft in her palm. “You are impressive, Anthony. You didn’t bullshit about your size.” She licked her lips as her eyes shot to my groin.

“I don’t overestimate my size when I’m about to fuck a chick. It’s something you can’t hide, no matter how well you move,” I said through gritted teeth. My patience and ability to keep my focus off the feel of her was slipping. “If you don’t start sucking, I’m not going to be able to control myself, Max. Put it in. Let me feel that hot, wet mouth slide on my dick, baby.” My fingers snaked into her hair, coaxing her face closer to my shaft.

She giggled, maybe loving the torture she had to know she was inflicting on me. I pressed the tip to her mouth, shaking my hips as I rubbed it into her soft lips.

“Open up,” I commanded, pushing it into her mouth before she could protest.

I blew out a breath, feeling a shock wave of pleasure pass through my system as my dick glided across her tongue. The softness mingled with the wet warmth made me weak at the knees. Even if she couldn’t suck a dick worth a damn, I could stay just like this and be satisfied.

As she pulled the tip deeper into her mouth, the piercing touched the arch in the back of her mouth, catching on it. She adjusted and drew it in farther until it touched the back of her throat. My balls grew heavy as the clouds parted, and I swear to Christ I heard angels sing. She could deep-throat. Not even a gag as she took me as deep as she could. I always believed that, if you found a deep-throater, it wasn’t a number you wanted to lose.

“Fuck me, Kitty,” I groaned as she withdrew my dick until just the tip remained.

She licked the tip, paying special attention to the piercing.

“Just like that,” I said as my hips twitched. If I weren’t careful, I wouldn’t last five minutes.

She moaned with the tip of my cock on her lips, drawing it back into her mouth until it nudged her throat. The long strokes made it easier to hold out, but I felt my control slipping. The orgasm I needed was simmering below the surface and clawing at my insides to escape.

The next time, she dragged her teeth across my shaft until the metal of my piercing clinked on her teeth. Her hand slid up my thigh and cradled my balls. Then I tipped my head back as it was my time to cry out in ecstasy.

“Your mouth feels fuckin’ amazing. Oh, God. Don’t stop.” I gripped her hair harder, pushing my dick a little farther down the back of her throat. I felt her esophagus constrict, adding an extra level of sensation.

When I felt an added pressure on the bottom of my length, I peered down at her. She had a finger in her mouth, applying pressure and crushing the underneath of my shaft. As she pulled my dick from her mouth, her finger slipped out and glistened in the light.

I closed my eyes again, not caring about anything but the feel of her mouth on my skin. I didn’t care what she did as long as she didn’t stop. When I had done that to her earlier, I hadn’t thought about payback. It might not have been my brightest move.

When her damp finger pushed into my asshole, I peered down at her with raised eyebrows. It wasn’t that I wasn’t into that, but most women weren’t. Often, it was too kinky for them, and I never went as far as asking outright for it. Max didn’t need the prompting, as she peeked up at me with my cock buried in her mouth.

I smiled down at her before closing my eyes again, guiding her head into a faster rhythm. As her finger slipped inside, she found my prostate and began to stroke it. Between her mouth and the way she massaged my insides, the sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t last. I
wouldn’t
last.

Nothing else in the world existed. Just Max and me as she literally had me by the balls, sucking me off to perfection. The pressure of her finger amplified everything, causing every muscle in my body to tighten.

“Christ,” I whispered, unable to lift my head. All the energy I had was being used to stave off the orgasm that was ready to break free and alter my world forever. There wasn’t anything normal or basic about the blow job or Max. She was fucking me, and not just with her mouth.

She bore down and picked up the pace. I became lost, my mind hazy from the feel of her mouth and her finger. Unable to take it any longer, I tensed and rode the wave. Releasing the pent-up frustration, the need I felt for her, and the lust she made me feel, I came in her mouth. As I groaned through the pleasure, my body jerked, raked by aftershock after aftershock of pleasure.

I’d like to say that I held out and came inside her, bringing her to orgasm at the same time, but it would be a lie. I was a selfish prick, after all. Changing who I was at my core wouldn’t be an easy process—even when it pertained to Max.

I was a dog, too old to learn new tricks, no matter whose mouth was latched on to my cock.

After I caught my breath and my limbs no longer felt like jelly, I pulled her up by the arms and kissed her. Our arousal swirled together, mixing in our mouths as our tongues tangled. The scent along with the taste surrounded me, making me want more.

I could lie and say that I instantly hardened and began to fuck her, but even though I claimed to be a beast in bed, I knew I wasn’t fucking Superman. I spent the next thirty minutes teasing her breasts and eating her pussy like it was the finest meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant. Even though I was sated, I still wanted more of her.

While driving her over the edge time and time again, using nothing but my fingers and my mouth, I felt myself harden. Once I was ready to slide inside her and find out if it felt like home, I grabbed a condom from my back pocket, but I wanted to fuck her in the bedroom.

Without breaking my cunnilingus-athon, I carried her to bed with her knees over my shoulder and my mouth attached to her cunt. I didn’t let walking get in the way of me eating her pussy. Although she protested at first, she grabbed my legs and enjoyed the ride.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. I didn’t know if the alcohol was causing my memory to be fuzzy or if I was becoming intoxicated and consumed by my lust for her, but the sex was explosive and heavenly.

Those weren’t words I used often when describing sex with a girl. But Max wasn’t any girl. She was
the
girl. Once I sank my dick inside her, I knew I was doomed.

I knew I’d become one of those pussy-whipped heaps of flesh I’d described my brothers as before Max.

After Max had entered my world and fucked with my head along with my body, nothing else was the same.

If I had known where she’d lead me, maybe I wouldn’t have taken the first step on this journey. I might not have chased her and placed myself in her path, giving her no option than to confront her feelings for me.

No matter how hard the journey was and no matter what an asshole I’d been in the past, I wanted her to like me. Trying to find a way for her to accept and reciprocate the feelings I had for her would be the challenge.

Only I, asshole and cocky fucker to the masses, would fall in love with the one woman who wanted nothing to do with me.

Not even after breaking down her walls and catching a glimpse of what could be. She shut me out, tossing me aside like a piece of trash.

The morning after I’d found my way into her house—and, ultimately, into her pussy—she didn’t wake with a warm attitude.

“I think you should go,” she said as I rolled over and looked at her.

I didn’t know what to say as the words soaked in. I’d never been thrown out or excused by a woman. Never.

“What?” I asked.

“I have to get to work. It was fun, but I need you to leave.”

“What?” I repeated, still not accepting that her attitude had changed since last night.

I’d thought I’d made headway, that things could be different. I’d really believed that maybe we could date or I could at least take her to dinner. What the hell was I saying? Maybe I’d been drugged the night before, because usually, I’d be elated to have a free pass to leave. In that moment, it just plain sucked.

“Thanks for the good time, Anthony. Last night won’t happen again.” She slipped her arms through the sleeves of her robe and tied it shut. “So I need you to get dressed and go home.”

It was like she had asked me if I wanted coffee. The enormity of the situation was lost on her. If it wasn’t, she didn’t seem to care.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. “You’re throwing me out?”

“Yes. Get your ass up and leave.”

I shook my head. Maybe I was still dreaming. Yeah, that had to be it.

Reaching down, I pinched my skin and instantly felt the burn.

Totally not sleeping. Fuck me.

I was yesterday’s news and today’s trash.

“Last night meant nothing to you?” I asked as I crawled out of bed and searched for my clothes.

Goddamn it. All of my clothes were in the living room, sitting in a pile by the front door. I’d have to stand here and have this conversation naked.

“Yes. It was nice, but that’s all it could ever be. I don’t have time for anything more. I refuse to see you again. We wouldn’t work. You’re an asshole and I’m emotionally unable to have anything more than a meaningless fuck.”

“You’re a cold bitch, Max. Last night…” I stopped speaking, swallowing hard, in shock at the words that were about to come from my mouth. “Last night was the first time I actually felt something more than just a cheap thrill for someone. We’re different, Max. I want more. For the first time in my goddamn life”—my voice grew louder, to the point that I had started to yell, as I moved toward her—“I want fucking more!”

“I can’t!” she yelped as she backed up, staying out of reach.

“You can’t or you fuckin’ won’t?” I said, not willing to just chalk it all up to a night of fun. I’d had enough of those to know the difference.

“I won’t!” she yelled back, finding her footing. The confident woman I’d met in the bar had come back to life.

“Max.” I reached out to her as my voice grew softer. “Just see me again. Please.” I waited like an idiot.

“No! I can’t. I won’t. Now, get the fuck out. If you don’t go, I’ll call the police,” she spat. Then she stormed toward the bedroom door.

As she opened it, I caught her by the arm and pulled her backward. When she swung, trying to strike me in the face, I captured it in my grip. “Don’t,” I said, staring down at her and holding her captive.

“I can’t!” she yelled, her nostrils flaring. Then her mouth set in a firm line.

“You can. Please, Max. I can be a better person.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“Even if you weren’t an asshole, Anthony, I can’t see you anymore. Get your fucking hands off me. I’ll scream bloody murder and my neighbor will call the police.” Her fiery gaze bore into me.

I released her and lived to fight another day. “Fine. You have it your way—for now. I’m not giving up on you so easily. I’ve never chased.
Never!”
I yelled as I walked out of her bedroom to find my clothes. After I dressed, I turned and found her watching me. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever met worth chasing.”

She gaped at me, and I swear I could see a tear in her eye, but she hid it well. I was so fucking mad that I didn’t have time to ask.

As I opened the front door, taking a step outside, I finished my statement and gave her a warning. “I’m coming for you. I won’t stop until I get what I want. You haven’t seen how big of an asshole I can be!”

I slammed the door and headed back to the center of Ybor to get my car. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I silently cursed God for being a bigger asshole than I was. Fuck him and fate. Karma was a cunt, and she had come for me, getting the last laugh. The problem with their plan was they hadn’t given me enough credit.

I’d have Max again.

Even if I had to cross the line from asshole to prick, I’d do it.

When I started my car,
“Thing for You” by Hinder
was playing. I slammed my hand down on the radio, silencing it.

I wouldn’t let her out of my life.

I’d make a plan and do everything I could to infiltrate her life, giving her no other option than to let me in.

Fuck her.

Next time, I’d be the one to kick her ass out of bed and give her a taste of her own medicine.