The pleasure crawled all over his skin, from his toes up.
When she eyed his dick like it was the most valuable treasure in the world, Ortega couldn't help but swallow with relief.
Okay...
She definitely wasn't cutting it.
"You know, Ortega... right from the time, I've always wanted to know what it's like.
To have someone become addicted to you as much as you are to them..."
"You don't need to do this, Mae... I, I already love you so much."
"You really believe that? What you just said?"
"..."
"Ortega, I know this is all weird but trust me. This is good for you...."
Ortega tugged his wrists.
Damnit, bitch, this is worse than hell.
He couldn't move, so he just sighed and leaned back, the headboard cool against his sweat-slicked back.
"What do you want, Mae..."
He asked the question looking to the ceiling. Heat crept up his cheeks.
"You," she said.
Making him aware of how widespread his legs were. How every inch of him was exposed loudly. So her predator eyes could roam him.
Ortega looked down and closed his eyes.
Take deep breaths.
You need clarity.
Don't seem desperate. That's what she wants.
You are the master of your own body.
Breathe, Ortega...
He was starting to frown now.
'Cause her grip drew up his length.
His closed eyes only amplified the pleasure.
He looked up to see she had a bottle of lube beside her. One that squelched and made his dick burn hotter when she fisted him up and down.
Slowly.
Ortega couldn't help the groan that came out.
"I know you like how I make you feel. Say it!"
Oh God, no.
Ortega kept his lips together, but the groans kept coming out of his throat.
"I'm not hearing you..."
If I comply with what she wants to hear, that might make her stop faster and free me...
But Mae now is unpredictable.
What if she doesn't...
I'll lose two things then.
I can't let her break me now.
Come on, Ortega. Focus!
He let out a powerful hiss as his hips thrusted upward subconsciously.
Mae's tongue imprinted on his dickhead.
Hot pleasure coursed through him.
"Come on... say it..."
Ortega remained silent, his eyes shut tight with a pained expression on his face.
He desperately needed the damn release.
The warmth and strangulation of her pussy.
He needed to fuck her.
"Free me... and I'll show you just how crazy you make me..."
She bit her lip.
"There's the animal... but not like this."
She withdrew her hand and stood up, wiping it against her apron.
"Tea?"
What the fuck.
Ortega blinked, seething.
"No. At least release one of my hands so I can help myself..."
"I'll be back when you've made your choice. Till then... have fun."
Ortega gritted his teeth.
What kind of wickedness is this?!
Ortega clenched and unclenched his fists and took deep grounding breaths.
Mae's scent and sight were no longer in the room.
All that left him with was the damn sexy memories.
But they were better than being in her presence.
Ortega took deeper breaths and got himself to stop shaking.
Looking into himself.
Calm. Calm as the motherfuckin lake.
This restlessness in his mind and body...
He needed to banish it.
Force himself to sleep if he could.
He closed his eyes and found peace.
Only to have it snatched away when the curtain beads rattled.
Ortega felt the weight of the mattress sink on one side.
"Ortega..."
He opened his eyes.
"What you said..." Mae fidgeted. "Is it true?"
Huh. What is she playing at?
"Yes. I meant it, Mae," he said. "I love you..."
"More than anything?"
"Yes. More than anything."
"Is this the aphrodisiac speaking... how can I be sure you really mean what you say..."
Aphro—what? That shit was real? He thought it only existed in bad movies. Was that what was making him this extremely horny? Or was it just Mae messing with him?
Ortega's stumped expression flickered for a millisecond before his eyes softened.
"Maybe if you hadn't drugged me in the first place, you would have heard it plain and true. I've... been meaning to tell you. Ever since the first day I saw you."
Ortega wasn't lying about that. He did entertain the fantasy of making Mae his sugar mommy. If that could be called love.
He held her gaze.
Her eyes were searching.
Then she smiled, seeming satisfied with what she found, and crawled over him.
Ortega froze.
At the last minute, Mae hesitated.
Ortega's head was bowed like a beaten messiah.
His face darker than ever.
He seemed so wounded and tired.
His dick, however, was still hard and throbbing.
It was distracting.
That split second was all it took to make her decision.
She put the key in the lock and twisted.
Ortega's hand fell limply to his side.
Confirming her guess.
He seemed peacefully still.
Sleeping, probably.
"My poor Ortega..." she said, leaning over him so her lips could graze his ear. "You've endured so much..."
She was straddling him now, but her distance was kept, and where their flesh should have been pressing together there was only light, hot air between them.
Subtle. Charged.
Mae reached to unlock his other hand.
It took longer this time.
When Ortega's hand fell to his side, he was free.
His breathing remained peaceful.
Till his hand twitched.
No—
But it was too late.
"Kyaaah!"
He hugged her close and lifted her, pinning her beneath him.
Mae's heartbeat sped up.
"Ortega, what's—"
Ortega dragged her wrist and turned her roughly, shutting her up.
He gripped her hips, bent her till her ass was up.
Mae didn't even struggle on all fours, making Ortega's aggression completely useless.
"So this is what you wanted all along?"
He bulldozed into her pussy. The force of the thrust rippled through her and pushed her forward.
Ortega's hands locked her waist in a death grip.
He wanted Mae to squirm. To cry. To resist. To accuse him of rape.
But she did none of those things.
She simply moaned. "Guiltyyy..."
Ortega pulled back and slammed into her again, and didn't relent even as her moans pitched and quaked.
He saw red as he took Mae from behind. Savagely.
Hissing at the lingering sting of her ass slapping his pelvic floor.
Her sweat-slicked hips made it harder to grip, and somehow they'd reached the edge of the bed.
Her arms dangled over, against the floor, for balance.
Ortega's hips burned.
But he was grinning.
The aphrodisiac she poisoned him with gave him inhuman stamina.
More than enough to punish her.
Before her head could fall, he caught her neck and lifted her.
Then he stepped down from the bed and walked her to the mirror.
Mae giggled.
That made Ortega clench her hair tighter.
He stood her before the mirror and made her look.
Her legs were wobbly.
Ortega was behind her.
His reflection dominated hers. His forearm bulging as he held her neck.
Her lust-lost gaze. His fire-filled one.
"Are you not ashamed of yourself?" he growled, and she whimpered. It snapped something inside him, and he forced his fingers in her mouth, pushing her head back. "Mm?"
He hissed when she bit him but was already inside her, picking up where they left off.
Sweat sheened their skin as the air filled with a dangerous musk and the sinful chorus of flesh colliding.
He bit her shoulder, tasting salt and sin.
It wasn't enough.
He cupped her breast, grinning as his grip tightened, causing her to hiss and stroke her clit.
Her other hand came over his hand groping her breast and held him there.
"Yes! Don't stop, Ortega. Don't— kyaaah!"
He turned her away from the mirror and manipulated her against the wall.
Then continued to ravage her.
Her moans... God, they—
Ortega pulled out and spanked her ass.
Then he pulled her into his chest and fell backward onto the bed.
Still inside her, he palmed her mouth and pounded from beneath.
Her moans came out muffled.
Much better.
His thrusts slowed, but still...
He kept hammering.
She bit his fingers. He locked tighter.
He slipped an arm under her thigh and rotated them.
Fucking her sideways.
This time he released her mouth.
When she opened it to breathe, it was cut short by his slick palm around her neck.
The air thinned.
Her heartbeat quickened.
He released her when she started choking and flipped her prone.
Catching her neck again with the inside of his elbow, locking her without fully choking her.
Kept pounding.
Her moans turned wild as her body shook uncontrollably.
Ortega winced as she clenched him hard.
If he was going to, he'd finish strong.
Her shuddering back made his skin prickle.
Every part of him felt every inch of her.
He wanted to gloat.
Instead, he bit her earlobe and moaned.
Their bodies tangled together, writhing.
Only his hips moved.
Weakly.
Even after he came inside her.