Page 36 of Invisible String
She does. She reads while I listen and play with her body.
My fingers plunge into her soaking-wet lips. She arches her back against my chest. I listen to each word that comes out of her perfectly shaped mouth and watch it move. She stops, bites her lip, and resumes reading. When I feel she’s ready, I insert another finger. My hands are big, and my fingers are thick, just like my dick. She took all of me earlier, just like she is now.
“Max,” she moans.
Damn, moaning my name makes me go savage. I thrust faster.
“Read, Rain,” I instruct.
“I can’t…. it feels too good.”
I pull out my fingers, and she huffs and starts reading. I chuckle and go back to thrusting into her. The scent of her arousal has me desperate to have her in any way. I lift her, and I lie on the wide sofa. “What are you doing?” she yelps.
“Tasting you while you read. Sit on my face, Rainey. Ride my face.”
“Oh, but…what if you stop breathing?” She slides to my face from my chest. “And the cause of death would be my vagina killed you.”
I snort and smack her ass. “I promise you I can breathe just fine.” She moves as my tongue lavishes her folds. I nip, suck, and repeat. She shivers at the stubble of my beard, rubbing between her legs. She groans at each word as she rocks back and forth. Adding more friction, I grab her by her tight ass and rock her faster. She cries out in pleasure, coming all over.
“Wow, Max, my whole body is tingling.” She laughs, her face flushed. I’ll admit I enjoy knowing I caused it. “Did you even hear anything I said? Because I don’t remember a damn thing I said.” Her voice drips like honey, sweet and breathless. She slides down to my hard erection. A groan leaves my lips when she drops with a bounce.
“Every word I heard, Rain.”
Her head tilts, and her gaze is on me. She grins. “Are you hungry? I can warm leftovers or bake something sweet.”
“Nah, I already ate, and it was sweet as fuck.”
She grinds on me, getting a groan from me. “Then how about we move on to this?” That’s the one thing about Rainey that I like: she’s not afraid to tell you what she wants.
I smirk. “Take me to your room.”
I know I’m playing with fire, but I don’t know how to stay away from her.
I’ve already made it clear to her I’m not looking for a relationship, and she looked disappointed in response.
As I struggle to pull myself off the couch, my shirt rides up and exposes the scars on my back. Rainey’s gaze lingers on them, her eyes widening with shock and softening with sympathy. I close my eyes for a split second. I knew she would have to see since we are sleeping together. As it is, I hated having my shirt on when I was having sex with her. I wanted to caress her bare skin. I don’t want sympathy, especially not from her, and I don’t want to be questioned. I’m not sure I’m ready to, especially with Rainey.
As much as I don’t want to remember the horrible memories, they come flooding in like a current.
It’s been a month since my mom passed. Her scent lingers in the air like a stolen lullaby. I miss her so much. I miss her hugs, kisses, and the sound of her voice. My arm healed, and I didn’t break anything. The doctors claim that Mom saved me, but I wouldn’t have wanted to be saved if it meant losing her.
Dad hasn’t spoken much to me since her death. I heard him crying in the room multiple times. Yesterday was the first day people stopped coming to pay their respects. Neighbors, Mom’s friends, Dad’s friends, and distant family have been coming with food packed in containers. Every time they leave, Dad drinks until he can’t walk.
Mom’s and Dad’s families had never been close, so they didn’t know of the abuse, especially when we moved.
“Maximilian, get your ass out here, pendejo,” my dad yells, slurring.
I walk over beer cans and splattered beer on the floor. The living room reeks of alcohol and old food.
“Yes, Dad.” I stand in front of him, hands in my pockets. His eyes are dark and full of pain, but the way he’s looking at me, it’s as if he hates me.
He snarls, getting out of his seat. He unbuckles his belt. I swallow hard. “Turn around, you little shit.”
I gasp. My dad had never spoken to me like that or looked at me with hate. He was always a loving father to me. I must have done something terrible. Slowly, I turn, shaking with fear.
My body shakes with each blow. Slap, slap, slap.
“You did this. You took her from me. It was all your fault, Max. You forced her to take you to football practice. It was all you.”
