Devil's Prey(20)

Fuck it.

However, he was truly back with his wife and a long-awaited tryst between us would never happen.

Max was mine-in theory-we were supposed to be engaged after all and if  we couldn't get past our sexual frustration without backbiting one  another, we might as well use the angst to play our appointed roles. It  was hard to look like a couple in love if you've never felt the guy's  cock inside of you, pulsing through rigid flesh and moaning into a mouth  made for cradling your own. I couldn't all the sudden become hot for  Max and dote on him like a caring fiancé if I'd never seen him without  his clothes.

He backed away from me quickly as our kiss ended. I was scared for a  moment, fearful I'd pushed him too far but I remedied that with a smile  on my face. Not the innocent, precious smile you see in cheesy family  portraits but a come hither, half-lidded smile with more lips than teeth  showing. I bit playfully into my bottom lip while I removed my t-shirt,  unafraid of what he'd think when he saw a gorgeous black lace bra.  Beneath it, a tattoo of a snub-nosed pistol covering my ribs on the  right side of my body and the phrase, "Love," over the gun while "Hurts"  lay beneath it. It wasn't my only tattoo. I had a trail of magnolia on  my right thigh below my panty line.

Max stood to his feet, his height overwhelming me while the sheer  strength of his brutal masculinity finally pushed itself to the  forefront. He stripped out of his dress shirt and in the daylight  filtering through the room; I finally spotted the tattoo he'd had on his  left shoulder, snaking down his arm almost to his elbow. An intricate  spider web without an insect in sight.

I stepped back reluctantly just to take in the sight of this man as he  unbuttoned his jeans and shed them right there in the dining room. Nude  and completely unashamed, I watched his body with fascination. The deep V  of his lower stomach, just above his erect cock, had a phrase in  Russian I couldn't quite make out. I wonder what it meant as I traced  the Cyrillic lettering with careful fingers.         

     



 

"It means spider in Russian," he whispered as if he'd read my mind. "I  have it other places too just in case my body is dismembered."

"Really?" I wondered out loud.

He lifted his dick and that's when I noticed the Prince Albert piercing.  It was thick, heavy and would be quite enjoyable to play with but going  down on him would take some work on my part. On the underside of the  sensitive skin that made up the male genitalia was one word, "Araignée."

I chuckled. "Spider in French?"

"Yep," he murmured as he allowed his hands to drop to his sides as he approached me again. "I have it here too."

He pulled down his lower lip and low and behold, a word was written  where it would have never been seen had he not pointed it out.

"Spider . . . in what language?"

"Polish." Max approached me aggressively as one arm wrapped around my  waist while the other grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me again.

His tongue invaded my mouth and I responded to him without shame. I'd  fought my attraction to him for as long as I could and although it  seemed like a lifetime, we'd only known each other a few days. Yet, it  could have been longer than that. I didn't care. No one had touched me  sexually in over eighteen months and I was dying for someone-anyone-to  wrap their arms around me and make me feel wanted, needed and special.

Max being the person to do it was definitely a bonus I hadn't counted on, at least not this soon.

He grabbed me and wrapped his arms around my waist, hoisting me off the  floor as if I weighed nothing and walked us into the informal living  room where he sat me down on the sofa. Our kiss ended, my lips feeling  swollen from where he'd crushed his mouth against mine but I didn't give  a damn.

With expert precision, he removed my bra and unbuttoned my jeans before  he slid them down my legs-panties included-and tossed them to the  hardwood floor. As he stood to his full height, I stared at him, trying  to read anything in those impenetrable aquamarine eyes filled with lust  and wanting.

"Spread your legs," he finally said in a completely controlled voice.

I spread my legs, using the sofa as a prop for my feet to rest on as I bent my knees to give him a better view.

"Let me see your pussy."

"If you need to see my pussy then explore it yourself," I answered back.

Max's eyes flashed with a look of pure coldness and ice before he knelt  down on his knees. His thumbs spread my labia and I watched with slight  amusement as he examined me.

"What exactly are you looking for? Do you think I'm all stretched out?  Yes, I've been having sexual intercourse since I was thirteen due to  circumstances beyond my control but I also know what kegel muscles are  and I've given birth to a baby. I can assure you there isn't anything  ‘loose' about my pussy."

"I can see that. What about your asshole?"

"What about it?" I rolled my eyes, annoyed at this point. "As much as my  former ‘guardians' went on and on about anal sex, I didn't experience  much of it. They tag-teamed me more than anything and my mouth got more  use than my asshole or cunt. Funny how you can claim to be on your  period and men all the sudden don't want to go there."

Max inserted a couple of fingers inside of me and moved in and out. I  closed my eyes and lost myself to the moment. With each thrust of his  fingers, I grew wetter and when he stopped suddenly, I thought I would  pass out from being so near to orgasm.

One of his hands clasped my throat and my eyes flew open. "So, you're an  expert at oral sex. You think you can deep throat this?" His other hand  squeezed his cock painfully as he continued moving his hand up and down  the length.

"I've actually never dealt with a lot of piercings before-"

"Liar, liar, Mags." He sat next to me on the sofa, his hand still  wrapped around my neck while his fingers brushed gently against my  exposed nipples. "You had a relationship with Edward Gillespie."

His words were like icy water slowly making its way through my veins. "How did you know that?"

"That's where you were today, saying good bye to the one man you ever  loved. He couldn't fuck you though . . . not when he and his wife are  back together so you came home and thought I'd do in a pinch. What  difference does it make? A pierced cock is a pierced cock."

My mind scrambled for a way to take Edward out of the equation. I didn't  want him involved in any way, shape or form. He had an old lady and a  family. There wasn't any reason for him to be a factor in the shit I'd  created. Hell, even if he admitted he loved me and wanted what was best  for me, that didn't give me carte blanche over any part of his life.         

     



 

"How do you know so much about Edward and me?" I questioned, keeping my voice calm and even.

Max bent his head toward my breasts and when his lips wrapped around my  nipple and sucked hard, his fingers played with the other, squeezing and  pulling.

I moaned out loud and slowly sank down on the sofa as he took over, his  body slowly working its way between my spread thighs. My nipple fell  from his mouth as he began to massage my breasts with both hands. They  felt electric and alive as he stroked my nipples with his thumbs.

"We can talk about that later. Right now, a pussy is a pussy to me too  and I'm gonna fuck you slow and gentle, hard and rough. You're gonna beg  me to stop and I won't. I own you, babe, and I can do whatever I want  to you, got that?"

I nodded my head, afraid to speak. Not for the reasons he probably  thought. His dirty talk didn't scare me any more than his pierced cock  did but at that moment, I was willing to do anything to keep my former  lover safe. If this is what I had to do, I would do it.

How had he taken control so quickly? Hadn't I initiated this little  rendezvous? Why did I feel like I was only a passenger now and my body  was no longer my own to control?

Max's touch was gentle until he kissed his way down my body and his  mouth found my clit. His fingers spread me again as his tongue dipped  lower and teased the rim of my opening before sliding back up and  flicking over my clit. I moaned out loud as I ran my fingers through his  hair and arched my back to give him better access.

"You like that? Mmm, if you and Edward were so close then I know how  kinky he can be. He ever do this to you?" He plunged two fingers inside  me and curled them until they brushed against my G-spot.

"Yes," I whispered, my mouth dry from breathing hard.

I was so fucking close to coming all over his hand before he pulled out  and plunged those same fingers into my asshole, stretching and opening  me until he could get three fingers and then four. While his fingers  invaded my back passage, his mouth played with my clit, biting and  sucking until he sent me over the edge. My whole body shuddered while  every muscle in my asshole and pussy squeezed tight with the relief  washing over me.