Without Me

by Chelle Bliss

  for the orgasm that was simmering underneath the surface. Using my favorite move, I increased the suction and brought her deeper into my mouth. Feeling her clit swell on my tongue drove me forward. Her breathing grew shallow and ragged as I used the tip of my tongue to play her body like a musical instrument.

  “Yes!” she yelled as I tapped her clit with more vigor.

  I hummed my approval, changing the sensation of my lips on her flesh.

  “Fuck,” she moaned, sliding her hands into my hair and holding my face to her pussy.

  She didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d have lived between her legs if I could. There was no place in the world I’d rather spend my time. No longer was my favorite thing in the world being on stage. It was now worshipping the softness and sweetness of Max’s beautiful cunt.

  Just as her legs started to quiver, I removed my lips from her body. She gasped, pushing her body into my face.

  “Promise me, Max.” I gripped her legs roughly. Even though she had said that she would take the test, I didn’t trust her to follow through. Promises weren’t something either of us had a lot of experience with keeping.

  “N-n-now?” she stuttered as her chest heaved.

  “Now,” I demanded before I swept my tongue across her swollen clit.

  She twitched, ready to burst, and needed more friction. I wouldn’t give it to her until she said what I wanted to hear. When she didn’t answer right away, I nipped her lip to make her focus.

  With glazed eyes, she stared at me as if she were trying to focus. “Yes. Yes!” She gripped my hair, pulling my face forward. “Anything you want.”

  Her answer was good enough for now. I wouldn’t let her forget or go back on her word, but I’d use every opportunity to remind her of the promise she’d made me. I sucked her into my mouth, spreading her legs wider, and waited for her body to shake in my hands. She started to writhe on the couch, chasing the orgasm as she mashed her pussy into my face.

  Opening my eyes, I watched as she came apart in my arms, a scream sounding from behind her closed mouth. It erupted in her throat and grew to the point that it had to break free. As her mouth fell open, the sound became almost operatic in nature. It was the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard.

  When her hands softened on my scalp, her body grew lax into the cushions. I didn’t waste a moment as I latched on harder, ready to bring her the next orgasm. I wasn’t about waiting. We’d done that enough over the last however many weeks she’d had my dick in a vise.

  “I need time,” she pleaded as I started to assault her most sensitive area.

  I shook my head, not releasing her from my mouth as I drove forward.

  “No. Gah,” she said as she pushed my head down. “Oh.”

  Needing to feel her as she came again, I rubbed two fingers on the outside of her before pushing them inside. As I stretched her slightly, she whimpered from the intrusion and I increased the suction of my lips.

  Her pussy contracted, sucking my fingers deeper inside. Using a rocking motion, I massaged her G-spot as I grazed her clit with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. She pushed me away, trying to get out of reach from the onslaught of sensations my touch was causing. Ignoring her, I buried my face deeper and held her in place with my one hand still planted behind her knee. I ate like a starved man until she was writhing on the couch, screaming my name.

  As she lay there breathing heavily, her body shook from the aftershocks. Her pussy pulsed as I continued to rock my fingers inside her.

  “No more,” she begged. “Please. I need to catch my breath.” She grabbed her chest. Her skin had grown damp from exhaustion and glowed in the soft light of the tableside lamp.

  I didn’t have enough. I wasn’t done. No matter what she thought, I was in charge now. No longer would I let her lead me by the balls and rule the relationship. I’d use the one weapon I had that I knew worked on Max.

  Sex.

  Bringing my mouth down on her again, I gave her no rest. I locked my grip behind her knee and pushed my face forward, leaving no space between us.

  “I hate you,” she whimpered as she tried to use her feet on my thighs to move away. “It feels so good.”

  I kept to my plan, devouring her pussy like it was my last meal. I’d forever leave an imprint of my face on her pussy for her to remember. I wanted there to be no doubt who brought her the most pleasure in her life.

  Her hands slapped down on the couch before she dug her nails into the white cotton material. “Fuck,” she hissed as her back arched.

  As the walls of her core pulsated, her body began to shake uncontrollably. Her mouth grew rigid as her lips trembled and hung open slightly. The spasm raked over her body for some time as I kept my lips on her flesh, pulling her through the ecstasy she had fought so hard.

  By the time she came down from the last orgasm, I thought my dick was about to break off. I had a hard-on to end all hard-ons. I’d fought every urge I had to stop in the middle of my carnal feast and shove my cock inside her warmth. Who said that I wasn’t a patient man?

  When I backed away from her, I slid my fingers out and licked every ounce of her arousal off them. She glared, but watched me with her mouth still agape. The look on her face brought me pride. I’d brought her over the edge again and again and I’d accomplished what I set out to do—remind her that she belonged to me.

  As I slipped my fingers out of my mouth, I moaned. Even though I’d had my face submerged in her sex for longer than I’d realized, the last drops were still as sweet.

  Using my saliva mingled with her wetness, I stroked my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head from the frisson of pleasure that skated over my body. I needed to come. Not for the orgasm, but I needed a release from the pent-up emotion from the day. I needed to fuck her attitude out of her system and mine.

  As I stood, she kept her eyes pinned to me. She took in shaky breaths as I rubbed my cock and paid special attention to the tip. I gripped tighter, catching on the piercings, sending a jolt through my body.

  “But—” she said as I moved toward her.

  “Now,” I demanded, unwilling to wait or let her be in charge.

  She nodded as her eyes grew wide and I moved closer. Releasing my hardened length, I grabbed her behind the knees and dragged her body forward so her ass no longer touched the couch. I pulled upward as I bent her legs toward her body, moving her ass into the air and folding her a bit as I pushed her knees toward her chest.

  I pushed through her opening, feeling a bit of resistance. She was tight normally, but after the numerous orgasms, her pussy had constricted as a means of self-preservation. I tugged her forward and plowed into her.

  As her cunt squeezed my length, a shiver went down my spine. I didn’t know if anything had ever felt as fantastic as her body impaled by mine.

  I wanted to wreck her. Ruin her like she had me. Make her never forget the fact that I owned her body. No one else had sent a spark of passion through her like I had. There was no other woman on the planet that lit my fuse the way she did. It wasn’t something I’d give up. Even if she had a future that would be riddled with health issues, I wouldn’t turn my back on her.

  When you find that something so unlike anything else in the world, it can’t be easily tossed aside. I’d fucked enough women in my life to know when there’s a magical force at work. The zing I felt when I touched her made it undeniable.

  When I’d said that I wanted to wreck her, I didn’t mean for life. I wanted her for myself and no one else. The main thing I wanted to wipe from her mind was any thought of running and leaving me behind. I wouldn’t let her, even if she tried.

  My mind was filled with so many things as I thrust into her repeatedly. I tried to keep my mind occupied, not ready to come inside her yet. The warmth and silkiness of her insides rubbing on my stiff shaft was universe-rocking. The continents collided, changing the landscape of my mind and altering the trajectory of my future path.

  Max was mine, and

no one else would ever have her.

  “Max, say you’re mine,” I said through gritted teeth as I pulled my dick out before jamming it back inside.

  “What?” she whimpered.

  I moved my face closer, making sure she’d hear me. “Say you’re mine and no one else’s.”

  “Obviously I am,” she replied.

  Everything with her seemed to be difficult at times. She liked to yank my chain.

  “Max,” I said, pushing just the tip inside her and pausing.

  She sealed her eyes shut. “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  Warmth cascaded over me at her admission. “Look at me when you say it, and keep your eyes open this time.”

  Her eyes opened. “I’m yours,” she said in a stronger voice as she stared at me.

  “Again,” I said as I thrust inside her.

  “I’m yours,” she said, a little louder, before sucking in a breath.

  I pulled out and jammed my dick back inside her heat. “More,” I commanded as I picked up the pace. I could feel the orgasm ready to break free, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  “I’m yours!” she yelled as her body trembled beneath me.

  “Max,” I moaned, wanting to hear her say it one more time as I came inside her. “Again!”

  “I’m yours, Anthony!” She gripped my legs, digging her nails into my skin.

  The bite of her nails coupled with her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise sent me spiraling over the precipice and to the most body-consuming orgasm of my entire life. Everything inside me awoke. Tiny sparks rocked my body from head to toe as my mind went blank. The only thing I could focus on was the rush of bliss that had ravaged me.

  Although I’d wanted to ruin her and remind her that she was mine, her words and body had made it quite clear that I was hers and hers alone. Never again could I look at another woman in the same way. My heart, mind, body, and soul were Max’s.

  “Mine,” I whispered as the last aftershock shot through my body.

  “Yours,” she replied, reaching forward and pulling my lips into a kiss.

  We were irrevocably locked together forever with no other course than to roam this path together.

  13

  Gallo Time

  I rang Max’s doorbell and could hear her heels on the hardwood floor as I waited. Yesterday, after much prodding both verbally and with my pecker, Max had finally given in and said that she’d come to a Gallo Sunday dinner. I had to agree to going to her mother’s next week out of respect.

  Since I’d met her mother already, although not how I would’ve liked it to happen, I’d said yes. I knew that her mother was okay with everything, but her brother, Denzel, would be there. I remembered him from the first night at the bar, when I had become a little overeager about getting to know Max. Hopefully he’d let it slide, understanding that I cared for Max.

  Actually, when I really thought about her, I knew I loved her. Maybe I loved her from the moment I saw her. I never believed in that shit, but she’d crept inside me and made it impossible to forget her. I swear to shit, they should have taken my man card away from me. Next stop, I’d grow a pair of tits for the way I’d become all sappy and shit.

  “Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I rolled my eyes.

  I’d never admit it to anyone, but I was pussy-whipped. More accurately I was Max-whipped. She could have anything she wanted. I’d give in to everything. Everything unless it came to her health. Then I’d give nothing.

  After much resistance, she had taken the DNA test for ataxia. I went with her to the clinic in Tampa, and we were told the results wouldn’t be available for several weeks, but we weren’t given a specific time frame. I held her hand, reassuring her that, no matter what, I’d stay by her side.

  Outsiders would think I was fucking nuts. The woman had treated me like a piece of trash. More accurately, like a piece of cock she could use and get rid of like a cheap whore. Before Max, I would’ve been okay with it and happily moved along. She had driven me mad for longer than I’d like to admit with her “please fuck me” and then “get the fuck out of my life” statements. My head had spun from the back-and-forth.

  Looking back on it, I understood where her thoughts had been in the situation. If I had a future I felt was hopeless, would I willingly invite love into my life?

  I knew I was a selfish motherfucker. I’d always been, but there was selfish and then there was cruel. If I were in her shoes, I probably would’ve lived my life much the same way I had—refusing attachment and fucking my way through life.

  The problem had happened when we’d both realized how special the spark truly was. Neither of us had felt it before, and it kept bringing us back together, calling us to one another like the song of a siren and luring us to each other.

  I wished things had been different. I wished we hadn’t had the rocky start, but there was nothing I could do to change the past. Maybe it would help us become a stronger couple moving forward, but I knew I’d always have a sliver of fear inside me. Scared that she’d run away in a moment of panic if she were told that she was carrying the gene and would someday meet the same destiny her father had.

  My heart ached at the thought. There was no way Max had the gene. I could feel it. She was too graceful, too beautiful, and too full of life to be robbed of her life by something so crippling as ataxia.

  “Hey,” she said as the door flew open. She had a sexy smile on her face.

  I returned the smile and let my eyes wander down her body and take in her beauty. She had on a skintight pencil skirt and a crisp white dress shirt tucked into the waist. Black sling-back heels cradled her feet. I knew I shouldn’t have known the term, but having Izzy as a sister made it impossible.

  My eyes crept back up her body and settled on her face. “You look stunning,” I said as I reached out and held her face.

  “Thanks. I want to make a good impression,” she replied, as her smile grew larger.

  “You could’ve done that in jeans and a T-shirt.” I bowed, needing to kiss her lipstick-stained lips.

  “Watch the makeup,” she whispered, keeping her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t want to have to go back upstairs and fix it.”

  “I’ll be careful,” I said above her lips before gently bringing mine down on her mouth. As I released her, I said, “Let’s go. We’re going to be late, and then you might as well have had a paper bag on. Maria Gallo doesn’t do late.”

  She slammed the door and started to stomp away. “What are we waiting for, then? Oh my God, she’s going to hate me already.”

  I laughed at her reaction. She already had the fear of Maria in her and she hadn’t even met the woman yet.

  “We have plenty of time,” I replied as I followed her down the sidewalk.

  “No, no,” she called over her shoulder. “I want to be early. Brownie points always help.”

  “Suck-up. I’m never early,” I said as I looked at my watch, and she laughed in response.

  I’d picked her up a little early, hoping to make out a little before we headed to my parents’ house. One look at her and I knew it wasn’t going to happen. She looked too perfect to mess up. Once dinner was over, all bets were off.

  I held open the car door for her, closing it behind her after she was situated. My parents had always taught me manners. I’d just chosen not to use any of them my entire life. It would have thrown off too many wrong vibes if I had.

  We had a thirty-minute drive to my parents’ house. I didn’t know if I’d sat this close to Max alone and not had it lead to sex. I set my hand on her leg, needing to be connected to her as we drove. We talked about work and family. She and I were alike in that way.

  Work and family were the two most important things in our lives. They took precedence over everything else. When my family asked me to do something, I dropped everything and helped. I was still the big brother, even though, at times, it didn’t seem like it. They’d all grown, found their other halves, but only Joe had started a family. Sometimes, I acted like the youngest, unwilling to give up my freedom and totally join adulthood.

  The drive flew by as we chatted about everything. She grew more talkative the closer we were to my parents’. I could tell she was nervous as she picked at her skirt, smoothing it over her legs, and fidgeted.

  “Max,” I said as I put the car in park and turned it off. “It’s going to be okay.” I’d never brought anyone to dinner, but I knew how everyone had embraced Suzy, Mia, James, and Angel. She wouldn’t be any different.

  She blew out a puff of air and closed her eyes before dragging in a breath through her nose. “Okay. I shouldn’t be nervous. Got it.”

  I brushed the hair off her shoulder and ran my fingers up her neck. “It’s okay to be nervous, but I promise they will love you.”

  “I’m sure your white family was over the moon when they found out you’re dating a black girl.”

  “Max, they were over the moon when they found out I’m in love with a woman. Color’s inconsequential in the eyes of my family.”

  “Uh huh,” she mumbled, and rolled her eyes.

  “I’m creeping up on forty and have never brought a woman home to meet my family. I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school by choice. You’re different not because of your color, but because your heart. Shiiit,” I drawled with a small laugh. “They’re happy to know I’m not gay.”

  She giggled. “No!” she yelled, covering her mouth. “They didn’t?”

  “My siblings knew how I was. They’d seen the endless parade of women I’d been with, but not my parents. My mother secretly thought I was gay. It’s not that they wouldn’t have loved me, but I know she would’ve mourned for the children I’d probably never have with a partner.”

  I immediately regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I shifted in my seat, thinking of a way to stop the hurt I knew my sentence had caused. She didn’t want to have children, and here I was, like a dumbass, saying that it was all my mother cared about. My stomach was in knots and no longer craved the pasta that was about to be dished out.

  “Anthony,” Max said as she placed her hand on top of mine.

  I couldn’t look her in the eyes. “What?” I whispered before trying to swallow past the lump in my throat.

  “It’s okay, baby. I know what you meant. We’re going to have to talk about kids someday. We need to have that conversation before we get any deeper.”

  Before we get deeper? I was in as deep as I could be. There was no lifeline or turning back. I was sunk, with her as my anchor.

  “Max, I want whatever you want. If you don’t want to have kids, that’s fine with me. I’m kind of old to even think about having a child. I’d be almost sixty by the time they’d graduate from high school. Now, if you said you wanted to have a baby, I’d make sure to give ya one to make you happy too.”

  “You’d have a baby to make me happy?” she asked as her eyebrows knitted together.

  “I’d do anything to make you happy. Including a baby.” I nodded, but I didn’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself.

  “You know it’s not like a purse, right? I mean, you can’t decide a baby doesn’t suit you anymore or clashes with your lifestyle and get rid of it. There’s no refund once the bundle of joy arrives,” she replied, giving my hand a squeeze. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to talk me out of it or trying to make sure it was something I wanted.

  “Max,” I said as the corners of my lips twitched. I wanted to kiss her and mess up that lipstick more than anything in that moment. “I know, Kitty Cat. It’s not something I want, but I want whatever will make you happy.”

  “You make me happy, Anthony,” she said before she bent down and planted a light kiss on my lips.

  “I love you, Max,” I whispered into her mouth as we sat in my car, parked in my parents’ driveway.

  “You’re going to make me mess up my makeup,” she whispered back. “I love you too, Anthony.” She gave me a quick peck before blotting her eyes with her fingertips.

  I smiled as I watched her dry her eyes without making a mess of her perfectly applied makeup. “Ready?” I asked as I glanced at the clock and realized we were five minutes early. “Or you wanna make out for a little bit?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

  She slapped me on the shoulder. “We’re going in before you ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve.”

  “Max, you’re even more stunning without makeup.”

  “You’re a complete liar, Anthony Gallo, but thank you,” she said as she grinned and swiped her thumb across my lips. “Let’s go before I chicken out.”

  “Well, we’re the first ones here, so it’s probably good to go in now. They won’t pile into the foyer to stare at you like you’re a zoo animal.”

  “Oh, God,” she muttered as she grabbed her face.

  “You got this, beautiful. Let’s go meet the Gallos,” I said as I climbed out of the car.

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