Chapter Nine

Maddie

I sucked in a short breath because that was all my tortured lungs would hold as I reached the back door of Abernathy House, glancing around. My heart punched in my chest from the chase, but I made it to the door first. I was home free.

Those were the terms, or at least I thought they were. It wasn't like I got the chance to agree this time. I opened the door and stepped inside only for two very hard hands to wrap around my wrist and yank me into the shadows.

I let out an embarrassingly girly scream as I stumbled forward too far, propelled by a hand at my back. The door shut behind me and a heavy weight pinned me against its cold surface.

"Did you think you could outrun me, Sutcliff?"

Maxom's blue eyes blazed into mine, his gaze intense, his need obvious where he ground his hips into mine.

"I got back to the house unmolested," I panted. "Those were the rules."

"Were they?"

The hunt had been his idea, before he took me on a walk miles through the forest that bordered on the back of Abernathy House. He halted in the middle of nowhere, told me to take off my shoes, and run.

Maxom had been hinting about hunting for some time. Apparently now that our stalker and game days were over he needed a little something darker to keep him going.

What sort of girlfriend would I be to deny him his basic needs?

And so when he told me to run, I ran.

He crashed through the undergrowth with me for the first mile, but that was as far as we got. After that I didn't hear him and ran on, chased only by silence.

His absence was far more terrifying.

My feet throbbed. Small twigs and random undergrowth bits clung to my hair and scratched my skin exposed by my thin yellow sundress. Which left me feeling a whole lot more exposed as he pinned my sweaty body against the kitchen door.

Maxom was sweaty, but he wasn't out of breath, and his chest didn't rise and fall like mine did. That meant he arrived ages ago.

"What, did you drive?"

He smiled, and it was anything but sweet. "You hate that I can beat you in anything, don't you?" he murmured, running his nose along my throat, inhaling me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I squirmed in his hold, trying to get a knee between his, aiming for his junk, and failed.

"Breathing in your fear."

Those words shouldn't have been so arousing.

"Stalker."

"Prey." His teeth flashed for an instant before his lips barely brushed across my mouth so we shared the same breath. "Would you like to run again? Make it to my room, and I'll give you whatever you want."

"It's my room," I snorted, all bravado. The truth flushed my body with need. I was practically dry humping him from the waist down. "Maybe I should chase you."

"Deal," he snapped before I could say another word. "If I get there first, I get whatever I want from you."

"That's not what I meant," I called to his back as he sprinted from the kitchen and hit the stairs. "Dammit," I grumbled.

There was no way I was going to catch him. He had a good foot on me in height, and those thighs were made for sprinting. I still put on a good show, hitting the doorway just as he landed flat on my bed on his back.

Sliding one hand behind his neck, his knees bent and spread wide, he crooked a finger at me. "Whatever I want, remember?"

"What if what you want is what I want?"

He smirked. "You'll make a great lawyer one day."

"I will."

Maxom's games never took anything away from me. Confidence only built the need for desire between us.

"Come here."

"You're very demanding." I edged toward the bed, halting just outside his reach. "You're getting sweat all over my blankets." I wrinkled my nose.

Maxom caught the hem of my dress and yanked me forward.

Rather than letting him rip the material, I went with the motion, bracing my hands on his chest as I fell.

His palms cupped my ass, splitting my legs apart as I fell to straddle him. The thickness of his cock pressed up against my heat through his jeans, and I ground down on him unconsciously. A low moan left my throat as he fisted my hair.

"Kiss me."

I bent to kiss his bottom lip, cheekily holding his gaze.

He shook his head and raised his hips, rubbing himself against me. "Here."

He pushed me down his body until my face was level with his crotch. I reached for the button at the top of his jeans, but he tsked. "Lick." He reached under my chin to catch my jaw, forcing my face against the impressive denim-covered bulge begging for my attention.

Looking up through my lashes at him without moving my head, I slid my tongue out of my mouth and licked along the seam of his jeans.

Maxom watched me with hooded eyes, his breaths deepening. I licked the denim again and again until the cloth was wet, letting him rub my face against it while he pushed up against me.

"Now the jeans. Use your teeth."

He held me in place with both hands as I struggled to free his cock. When the denim finally separated, I rubbed my cheek against the satin boxers between me and his skin. Then I stuck out my tongue to lick again, knowing exactly what he wanted.

He grinned, dropping his head back as I teased him through the thin fabric, wetting its silkiness as I worked my way up and down his covered cock. His groans brought on a heat of their own, flushing me until I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore my own need.

When I carefully exposed his cock to my mouth he took the opportunity to slip the shoulder straps of my dress away, freeing my breasts to his hands. Half sitting up, he toyed with my nipples, pulling and squeezing in a constant rhythm designed to drive me mad.

I licked and sucked around the head of his cock, intent on the task because I needed to please him, wanting to taste his cum in my mouth.

"Get everything nice and wet."

I nodded, staring at him through my lashes, gasping as he pulled on my nipples. I moaned my frustration, rubbing my thighs together.

"I can smell your need, you beautiful fucking slut."

"Ianffleipt," I mumbled around a mouthful of cock.

His smile got bigger, his cock thickening in my mouth. Maxom pushed his foot between my thighs, lifting his knee up against where I needed the pressure most. "Hump my leg if you want to get off." His eyes darkened. "And don't you dare stop sucking."

I swallowed him whole to the back of my throat, trying to voice my protests, but everything came out around a mouthful of cock.

"Fuck me, you're beautiful."

My cheeks heated as he squeezed my breasts, tugging the nipples again. His milking motion brought my orgasm closer but it wouldn't break unless I got that friction I needed so desperately. I pressed my hips against his shin, trying it out.

Pleasure bloomed through me. It would only take a few pulses and I'd be there. The hunt, his kisses, toying with me brought my arousal to the forefront until I was frantic with it.

Maxom stroked my nipples encouragingly, squeezing gently as I sucked his cock, groaning when he thickened in my mouth. Giving him pleasure was one of my favorite things.

"You can do it." His voice was my conscience, telling me pretty lies to obey.

I rubbed my hips against his shin, gushing around his leg, maintaining the same rhythm with his cock.

"Eedimmory ofmph. "

Maddix laughed above me. "Yes, getting you off gets me off, too."

I lowered my lashes in shame, rubbing myself against his leg like a dog.

"So fucking beautiful. Don't stop," he whispered, fascination in his face as I followed his commands.

It didn't take long, though he kept inching his leg back a little, making me push further forward to get the friction I needed, the twisted tormentor. I pressed my hips to his leg until pleasure flooded my system. The world whitened out as I gasped, his cock jerking in my mouth providing an extra serving of bliss.

His hand pushed down on the back of my neck, pressing my nose to his abdomen. I choked on his cock, his heel coming around to press my ass against his leg, pinning me in place with nowhere to go.

The orgasm crashed over me hard, almost painful and all-encompassing. Maxom groaned, thrusting himself into my mouth to the back of my throat. I wriggled and moaned because I knew I should, because I knew it was what he wanted. But that gave me more pleasure, the aftershocks bringing on a fresh wave of bliss.

I kept swallowing well after he was done, massaging him gently with my throat as he softened in my mouth, cleaning up the mess I made.

My world turned upside down as he rolled me onto my back.

"My turn," he murmured.

"You can't be ready all over again."

"You cleaned up my mess, now I'll clean up yours." He stroked his fingers between my legs where my cream spread everywhere, dripping along the crack of my ass.

"I thought this was your turn to demand what you wanted," I panted as he settled between my legs, stroking his tongue through my center.

Deep-blue eyes met mine over the curve of my stomach. "You're all I ever wanted. Just because our game is finished doesn't mean I will ever stop wanting to play with you."

He settled over my clit, flicking the painfully sensitive nerve bundle there. I screamed good and loud as he pinned me down with his hands to my hips, sucking and nibbling mercilessly.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you scream."

"I'll hold you to that." I grinned then moaned as he found my entrance, lapping at me.

I didn't need to look down to know he was smiling.

"Then scream again," he commanded softly.

And even though he burrowed between my legs, I did.

The End