Chapter 8

Eight

S toner

Max sits in the corner seat of the bar, next to the wall, reading a book.

She doesn’t know it, but I am keeping my eye on her as she reads. For some reason it’s incredibly sexy. Her blonde waves fall around her face as she concentrates on the page. I can tell when the book gets really good because her lips part slightly like she’s anticipating some big drama. I want to close those lips with mine. I also can’t stop my lizard brain from picturing that mouth clinging to my shaft. I want to fill her open mouth, feel those pouty lips wrapped around me.

She’s so damn beautiful.

Her hair keeps falling into her face and she keeps tucking it behind her ear. But it doesn’t stay put because it’s so thick and heavy.

I want to get lost in her soft blonde locks. Feel her hair splayed out across my stomach and thighs while her mouth brings me to the brink.

And then, her glasses. I didn’t even know she wore glasses until she pulled them out of her handbag.

They are chunky red frames that look straight out of the 1980s and they suit her delicate face.

Her stone-colored sweater and black scarf give her a striking look, and I’m starting to get twitchy to take it all off for her.

And by the looks of the other guys around the place, I’m not the only one having impure thoughts about Max.

I try to calm myself down. I wait to see how she handles herself. The old me, before therapy, would give in to this familiar feeling of rage. But the new me doesn’t so much like this beast inside.

A couple of young guys on the opposite side of the bar are shooting glances over at Max. One of the guys saunters over to her, grabs a seat on the stool next to her. Credit to her, she doesn’t even seem to notice his existence.

“Buy you a drink?”

I continue serving my patrons while zeroing in on the conversation.

I hear her say, “Huh? Oh. No, thanks. I’m just having water.”

“Then how about a phone number?”

She laughs it off. “That’s funny.”

“I’m serious,” says the guy. “You’re here by yourself, it’s not out of the question that someone might ask for your phone number.”

I shoot a glance over at them while I pour a light beer from the tap and serve it up to one of the regulars.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grabbing the intruder by the shirt.

“Not out of the ordinary, no,” Max says. “But I don’t happen to want to give you my phone number. Have a good night.”

She turns her attention back to her book.

The guy’s friend is cackling from the other side of the bar.

“The thing is,” the guy says, “you’re so pretty, I just can’t leave the bar without your number.”

She doesn’t look up this time. “Then I guess you’ll be sleeping here.”

I have to laugh.

The guy hears me. His head snaps in my direction. “Something funny?”

“Yeah, I find it funny that you’re pestering my customers when they’ve already rejected your advances.”

“She’s not a paying customer. She’s drinking water. What do you care what I do?”

This time, Max looks up at me. She sees the furious fire growing behind my eyes. She gives me a nod as if to say, “do what you must.”

I say to the guy, “Well, she’s my girlfriend. So she can do whatever the fuck she wants.”

I see her eyes flash at me when I say the word “girlfriend.”

It was a risky move, but she smiles.

I breathe a sigh of relief as we lock on each other’s eyes for a moment.

The guy at the bar huffs. “Sure she is. High-class chick like that dating a dive bartender? Fat chance.”

“He actually owns the place,” Max pipes up, now placing a bookmark in between the pages and stuffing the book into her bag, resigned to being unable to read for the rest of the night. “And he’s a future restauranteur. Not that it matters, but he’s also brilliant and has a 12-inch cock. So, what is it that you have to offer me?”

The guy stares at her as his friend across the bar begins to howl with laughter.

“How about we settle this outside?” he says to me.

I can hardly believe it. “Why would I do that when I can just do this?”

I take my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture.

“I’m sending this to all my servers and to the bouncer right now, because I’m kicking you out and my staff needs to know that you are never welcome to come back.”

The bouncer follows the guy outside and I am about busting out of my skin.

“Hey Emmett,” I say to my partner. “I gotta take care of something…”

“Go,” he says.

I wash my hands and then hop over the bar. I grab Max’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going? The bar’s not closed yet.”

“Upstairs,” I growl.

I pull her into the back room, past the office, to the back stairs.

She starts saying, “I thought you handled yourself pretty well back there?—”

But she doesn’t finish as my lips are all over her, claiming her mouth, letting her know I am not, in fact, handling my emotions very well at this point.

This is not the same kiss that happened earlier today or even last night.

This is something different. I am kissing her hard, the ferocity of it backing her up against the wall of the stairwell.

“I need to get you upstairs. I need you in my bed. Now. Is that all right?”

“Yes, let’s go,” she half-squeaks, half-whispers.

I don’t know what’s come over me, because the next thing I know I’m tossing her over my shoulder and sprinting up the stairs to my flat.

I set her down and fumble with the keys in the dark while she’s nibbling my neck and my ear.

“Fuck, I need to get a keycard or a fingerprint thing or whatever.”

She isn’t backing off as I clumsily manage to get the key in the door. She’s kissing her way down my neck to my collar, and her hands are tugging at my sweater. I think I even hear a whimper of need coming out of her sweet mouth.

Hands shaking, I push the door open and pick her up again, this time in my arms so we’re face to face.

She’s still kissing my face and my ear and my jaw and my neck when we reach the bedroom. I push the door open with my foot, and I swear if it had been all the way closed I would have kicked it dead open.

Finally we make it to the bed and I lay her on her back. I go in for a deep kiss, but she puts a hand on my chest to stop me.

“Were you just saying that stuff to get that guy to leave me alone?” Her eyes are full of hope but also guarded.

“I told you before, I say what I mean. You’re mine. I’m obsessed with you and I don’t want to spend another minute without you. I couldn’t sleep last night — this morning — wishing you were next to me in my bed.”

I lay on a deep, hard, serious kiss, and she quickly opens up her mouth to me. Her legs snake around me. Although she’s wearing jeans, I can feel her heat between her legs.

“I’m here now,” she whispers.

“And I’m thankful,” I say.

She gasps. “It’s after midnight. Happy Thanksgiving!”

I laugh and trace kisses up and down her neck. “Fucking Chicago weather, too many clothes!” I say with a frustrated grunt.

She breathes and sits up, pulling off her sweater, and then her shirt underneath, exposing to me her lacy black bra.

“Better,” I say, but then I notice her shivering. Goosebumps are forming all over her shoulders and chest.

“You cold?”

She smiles and shakes her head. “No, just excited.”

Max is so sweet, looking up at me, topless, in my bed. This is something I’ve pictured over and over while satisfying my needs with my hand, and now she’s actually here, in the flesh.

I hover over her and brush my fingers through her hair. I fill my other hand with one breast. Her face goes from sweet and tempting to desirous and wanton.

She closes her eyes and I can feel her nipple tightening with arousal under my caresses. I let go and she opens her eyes. I move my hand lower, blazing a trail down her tummy and farther, until my hand is safely nestled at the warm inseam of her expensive denim jeans. She inhales sharply as I stroke her through the denim.

“Stoner—Talbot, is this how you made out with all the pothead girls behind the gym in high school?”

I laugh. “Nah. I only wanted you behind the gym, and I couldn’t have you.”

Her eyes pop open again. “Well, you never asked.”

“Would you have gone out with me then if I’d asked?”

In response, she places her hands around my face and kisses me lightly on the chin. Her lips are warm even thought her goosebumps have not subsided. “I was hoping you would.”

I turn and take her hand away from my face and slide one of her fingers into my mouth. I suck on it tenderly. I can see her breasts rising and falling as I give one finger after another the same treatment.

“I’m not asking now. I’m telling you. You’re mine. If you don’t stay here, then I’m closing the bar and going with you to California. We’ve wasted enough time. I’m not wasting another minute. If you can’t handle the commitment, then you’ll just have to learn to handle it. You are it for me. Do you understand?”

She bites her lip, like she doesn’t know what to say.

Then she curiously smiles a wicked smile.

“What?” I say, smirking, expecting a snarky comment.

“That speech would be a lot more convincing if you said it while your dick was all up in me already, big guy.”

The raging beast is uncaged after that.

She wants it.

And she’s going to get it.

I don’t know what comes over me, but I’ve got her jeans and panties hitting the wall, and in the next moment my pants and boxers are down. Stoner’s boner is free and erect and ready.

I use my knuckles to massage her cleft. She’s soaking wet for me. At the feel of my fingers on her pussy, she moans. She arches up toward me.

I slip the tip of my cock into her. I move my knuckles over to her clit, massaging it.

I leave my cock there for a moment. Just the tip. Her breath catches. “Come on, Stoner.”

I push slightly deeper, just another inch.

She’s starting to writhe underneath me. It’s a beautiful sight and I can’t believe how lucky I am.

Max is starting to lose it. Her thighs are gripping my hips to urge me deeper, but I’m not having it just yet.

That’s when I see Max’s hands grabbing hold of her bra, stimulating her own nipples.

“Nope,” I say. I grab both of her small hands in my large one and hold them in place against the mattress, above her head. She squirms and cries out.

“Open deep for me, baby,” I whisper. I didn’t actually think her thighs could spread any wider, but they do. She’s like a gymnast, nearly doing the splits to comply with my demands.

Finally, I slide all the way in. She cries out again. “Oh my god! That’s so, so, so good.”

I keep her hands in place with one hand and fill the other hand with her ass.

For reasons unknown to even me, I bite down on the thin layer of fabric between her breasts.

With every thrust into her, my teeth rip and tear at her bra. As I do this, I grit out, “You’re mine, do you hear me? I don’t fucking care about the bar. I. Only. Need. You.”

As I spit out the last word like a fucking animal, the flimsy fabric tears apart and the bra splits open at the middle.

Her gorgeous tits spill out under my gaze. I feel like a starving man being tossed a bowl of the ripest fruit. I fill my mouth with one rosy nipple, and then the other. The hand that’s on her ass adjusts so I’m now stroking her erect little clit with the back of my knuckles again. She trembles.

I alternate my thrusts with my finger strokes, each move going deeper, harder as she gets closer to falling apart.

I’m about to erupt into her.

My teeth gently tug at one nipple, and she shatters. She howls out my name. Her walls spasm around my cock. It’s so perfect, heavenly and tight I can’t hold back. It’s like she’s cracked me open and I’m shattering into pieces that only Max can put back together.

I rocket my seed inside her with the force of a desperate man. In a way I am desperate. I want her desperately.

“Max, you are a perfect work of art,” I say as I gaze down at her luscious mounds, over her tummy, her amazing hips that I’m holding still as her pussy milks out the last of my cum.

She shudders and sighs as her orgasm subsides. I let go of her hands and she immediately pulls me down on top of her. Her arms are around my neck as she greedily kisses me.

We’re both breathless as we come back down to earth. I adjust myself so she’s lying against me, her hair splayed all over my chest.

I hold her close and let her gather herself.

“Hmm,” she breathes, slipping one hand downward, sparking my need back to life again. She rests her hand on my shaft lightly. I can’t believe it, but I’m ready to go again.

“I don’t know where I’m going to end up,” Max says, “but this nice big dick and the hot guy attached to it are coming with me.”