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Never Let You Go Ch. 01

By: stalkme



He stood at the gate, his thick muscles flexing beneath the fabric from the wind chill blowing through the thin material and into his bones. He shivered and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, as far as they would reach in the small pouches. His big knuckles not leaving much room in the tiny space. He pushed his head down and walked on as the gate opened and the guards hollered for them all to "Get the hell out of here," Other men shouted curses back at the guards, others laughed and took off aware of their freedom. A few ran into the arms of loved ones. He walked past them all, unnoticed, despite his enormous size. 

He stood 6 foot 3, about 240 of thick, solid muscle, built through years of hard manual work and good genetics. He had always been a bigger man, but with nothing but time inside, he had nothing better to do but to workout. His solid rough form had turned chiseled and cut in the right areas. He walked, not entirely sure what the future held, but for now he knew only one thing: he needed a big fat burger and a shot of whiskey. 

He had a small amount of money that the prison gave him before he left, along with one change of clothing and a bag. The rest he had to figure out on his own. Luckily, he had a friend willing to offer him a place to stay along with a decent job in a small construction business. He had no real family, just past memories of foster families that didn't care until he was old enough to be out on his own. 

After that the bad choices were made one after the other until he ended up in prison doing 5 years for losing his temper with someone who had it coming. The coma hadn't been intentional, but attempted murder was the charge and so he did the time willingly and suffered through. Prison wasn't as bad for him, with size on his side. He had kept to himself and others left him be. He was ready to somehow fit back into society, he wasn't sure how that would work, but his main goal was to just stay out of trouble. He wasn't a bad man, nor was he a trouble maker. He was just dealt unfortunate cards that he didn't play very well. He planned to keep his head down, find a place, and make some money and from then on, who knows. He had no love, he had to peace, he just had his life, which wasn't much. 

He walked for miles, the cold nothing but a minor annoyance at this point, as the daylight turned into dusk, the snow began falling, the wind chill dropping and the side of the road freezing. He could see the town ahead and dredged on. 

He opened the door slowly and walked into the bar, the smell of fried food and spilt beer blasting his face, entering his nose, filling his lungs and making his mouth water. Several heads turned in his direction; eyes widened, and then quickly looked away, afraid of his reaction. He was used to that, people being afraid of him. He was an intimidating character. His size was cartoonish and abnormal. He belonged in the freak show as The World's Strongest Man, or in the wrestling ring on television. He kept his eyes down and made his way to an empty barstool. He set down his bag gently, his muscles relaxing in the warm heat of the building. He shifted his massive frame on the stool, his feet resting on the floor. The bartender asked him what he'd like and he ordered his burger and alcohol. 

He stared at his hands, looking at the lines in his palm. He watched his fingers flex, as he closed his fist and re opened it. He ran his left hand through his dark beard and rubbed his jaw. He hadn't realized he had it clenched while he was walking, it was feeling sore now. He left his hand resting on his face and let his elbow lean on the counter, looking deep in thought, though thinking of nothing. His food came, he devoured it in minutes, though relishing in the taste of a burger; he hadn't had one in years. It filled him up fast. He chased the burger down with the shot of whiskey and asked for water. He would have ordered more, but his money supply was limited and he had to be smart. He gulped down the water, waiting for his ride. 

Half hour or so later, a hard slap came down onto his back, that sort of thing would make almost anyone flinch, but he only turned his head to look. Standing there was he his old friend, biggest damn smile on his face, arms wide open for a hug. 

"You big basturd!" Greg yelled, loudly. Max stood, towering over his friend and leaned down, picked him up and squeezed. "Ugggh!" Greg groaned, feeling the air squeeze out. Max set him down and held out his hand, to shake. 

"How ya been, man?" Max asked, his deep voice, low and heavy. 

"Good, good, can't complain. Let's get you outta here, or do you want another drink?"

"Naw, I'm good. I could use a good sleep right about now." Max said, lifting up his bag and throwing it over his massive frame. 

"Alright, the guest room is made up, Amy's fine with you staying with us for a while. She thinks you're coming in from Minnesota, so let's roll with that story, alright?" Greg asked.

"Alright," Max replied, following his friend out of the bar, and into his truck. 

They pulled up to the house a little after 9 p.m. The view was nice, open fields of perfect white snow, no neighbors for miles. The country was a good place to live. The back of the house was lined with trees maybe a ½ mile or so back. The house, a one story 3 bedroom modern home shone brightly against the night sky. The snow glistening from the lights on inside, like a million tiny diamonds. 

Max followed Greg into his home that he shared with his girlfriend of a few years, Amy. Greg and Max had been friends since they were teens. They had shared a foster home for a few months before they were switched out due to the parents' meth lab getting raided. They were split up but had formed a bond after the things they had endured with that monstrous family. They had stayed in touch all these years and Greg had visited Max in prison, without Amy's knowledge. As far as she knew, Max was a hard working man from Minnesota, coming to Michigan for just a change of scenery. 

Max walked through the doorway into the house, ducking his head slightly. He bent down to take off his wet, slush caked boots. His socks were soaking wet and his feet were numb. 

"Here, your room is this way," Greg walked through a hall and opened the door at the end, it was a small room; it had a tiny dresser, a full size bed, and a closet, but it would do. It was better than the cell, it was better than the streets. Max set his bag down on the bed and sat down. 

"Thanks man," he shook his head, looking over at his friend. "I really appreciate this, you have no idea."

"No problem, were family. Fucking brothers. I don't forget that." Greg said, holding his fist up for Max to pound. "C'mon, you need to meet Amy, I think Jenna's here too."

"Whose that?" Max asked, following Greg out of the room and down the hall, into the kitchen.

"Amy's friend." Greg stopped and turned towards Max, "Wait til you see her...holy shit," He smirked, raising his eyebrows at him. Max heard laughter echoing out of the kitchen and down the hall. The first voice was husky and deeper. The second voice was angelic and soft. The sound was refreshing and uplifting. It made Max smile, without thought. He stepped into the kitchen and looked around. There stood two women. One tall and thin, blonde hair to her shoulders. Not many curves, but a decent figure. Max preferred more curves to a woman. 

The blonde threw her head back and slapped the counter laughing hard, her husky laughter even louder now that he was in the kitchen with them. 

Max's eyes shifted over to the other woman standing across from her friend. She had a huge smile on her face; amused at her friend's reaction to whatever it was she had just said. She was a few inches shorter than her friend, with long black hair, highlights of brown throughout, down to her waist. She had darker skin than her friend, possibly Italian. Her white teeth sparkled like the snow outside, as her lips, pink, glossy and full, curled up with her big smile. Max followed his eyes down her body; she had a smaller frame, nice curves in the right places. She had a snug grey sweater dress on with leggings. It made her ass round and her breasts rounder.

Max felt his face flush with warmth. His chest got tight and his stomach felt sick. He hadn't seen a woman in a while. And this woman was beautiful. Beautiful didn't even describe her correctly. She was...perfect. Max felt the front of his pants tightening and the arousal overtake him. 

He blinked his eyes quickly and tried to focus his attention elsewhere. He wasn't sure which was Amy. He did not want to be lusting over his friends' woman. The women turned their attention suddenly towards the men in the room. The blondes' eyes got big for a moment then she smiled and waved. 

"Hi! You must be Max, I've heard so much about you! I'm Amy." Max felt dizziness wash over him, the blonde was Amy, Thank God. 

He nodded his head at her, smiling, "Hi," he mumbled, his throat extremely dry. He then turned his glance to the dark beauty. Jenna. She looked at him from across the room. Her lips were parted slightly, and she slowly licked them unconsciously. Her eyes, the bluest things Max had ever seen in his life, bore into his body. 

She looked him up and down slowly. She followed her eyes up his huge frame and to his face, when she met his eyes, she blushed lightly and looked away, embarrassed. She smiled to herself, or to him, he wasn't sure. 

All he knew was that he wanted her. He had never seen a woman like her. He had never wanted something so bad, needed something so much. Whatever it took, whatever he had to do, he would be with her. That was his purpose in life now. Her.

Never Let You Go Ch. 02



Jenna's POV

"How are you?" The tall man says, huskily. His voice is... hypnotizing. It takes a minute for me to realize he's talking to me. 

"Hi," I mumble, "Uhhh, I'm, I'm good." Oh my god, can you sound any more stupid! I yell at myself in my head. I look down at my feet, embarrassed at the fool I'm becoming. This guy is going to think I'm an idiot. I look back up, hoping my cheeks aren't too red, and he's staring daggers into me. His eyes are dark. I stare at his rough face; his beard is scruffy and thick. I have always found facial hair sexy. His size is massive, another trait I've always liked. The bigger the man the better. It makes me feel dainty. He looks like something from a lumberjack commercial, minus the flannel though. 

His brown hair is a little longer and thick, tousled. It curls a little by the top of his ears, giving him a boyish cuteness. But he's certainly NOT a boy. He is all man. I scan my eyes down his body and back up again. God, I'm acting like a horny toad here! I think to myself. I'm not usually so... drawn to someone. But this guy, he just, I don't know. My eyes go back to his face and I realize he's still looking at me. 

I blink, what the hell do I do? I blink again and hold my breath. His lips curl a little and he looks away. What was that? Is he smiling at my stupidity? Uh, yeah, I tell myself. Nice. I look back at Amy and she just smiles. She can tell. She can tell I feel dumb, she can tell I think this guy is ridiculously good looking. She can tell, and she thinks is funny. God, she sucks. 

The blood is pounding in my ears so loud I'm not sure what is being said by Greg and Amy, but the men leave and Amy and I are alone again. 

"What was THAT?" she asks me laughing, lowering her voice to a whisper and giving me the eye.

"What?" I say casually, twisting my eyebrows in and shrugging. 

"Mmmmmhmmm, you know what." She watches me as a grab my coat and purse from the counter. 

"I don't know what you mean, but I need to get home, it's late and the roads are just going to get worse." I throw my coat around my shoulders and pull my arms through. 

"Ok," Amy smirks at me, her lips curled in a devilish, I know what you're thinking, smile. 

"Stop that," I say, frowning up at her as I walk to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yup, bye, drive safe!"

"Bye,"

I close the door and enter the freezing cold, holy moly, its colder than it was when I got here. I look out at the backyard and see the snowy crystals dancing miles wide. I take a deep breath and enjoy the crisp air filling my lungs. 

It may be cold, but I do love it. It's so peaceful out here, and quiet. Not like my tiny apartment. I wish I lived in the country. I had as a child, but now I can only afford a crappy apartment on my single, first year teacher salary. 

I walk to my sea foam green compact car and get inside, as I pull out I think about the man I just met. I'll probably see him again, right? Then maybe I can fix that first impression. As I pull away and slowly make my way home, my thoughts are lost in those dark eyes. My stomach is churning and I feel butterflies. I feel like a teenager. Not a 25 year old. I haven't had a guy make me feel that way since... I don't know when. He was so big. So strong looking, so manly. I notice the wetness in between my legs and rub my thighs together to relieve the ache. Well, I know what I'll be doing tonight when I get home.

Max's POV

I watch out the window as her car pulls away. Get home safe, I think to myself. I wonder what her home looks like, who she's going home to. Of course she's going home to someone. She has to have someone. A girl like that isn't alone. A girl like that has a waiting list of men after her. What was I thinking, she wouldn't want me. She wasn't looking at me with interest. Or was she? 

You're an ex con, she's out of your league. But, she doesn't know that. I smile to myself, she doesn't know that, and she doesn't need to ever know that. Greg said it himself, Amy couldn't know, so Jenna wouldn't know either. No one has to know. 

I grab my things and make my way to the bathroom for a shower. A solitary shower. It's been a while since I had one of those. I strip down; my clothes wet, but body sore now from the walk, from the cold. I turn on the hot water and glance at the mirror while I wait for it to heat up. I look disheveled, my hair crazy and curly, my beard a mess. Jesus Christ, no wonder she stared, I look like a fucking serial killer. 

I shake my head at myself and frown. You'll never have someone like that. I sigh and step into the shower. The water is scalding hot, it burns the skin, but I don't change the temperature. I place my head under it and let it consume me for a while. Let it burn the stupidity out of me. After a while it gets cooler on its own. I then start to scrub and clean. 

I still can think only of her. I grab my member and realize it's already stiff. It has been since I saw her. I wrap my hand around its thickness; stroke the full length of it. It's a hefty size. My hand feels alright around it, nothing new. 

I close my eyes and now it's her small hand. She traces her finger down my cheek to my chest, her nail tickling me. She plays with my chest hair and giggles her sweet laughter. She's looking into my eyes, her big blues piercing daggers. She licks her lips as she trails down and grabs me. I feel her warm hand wrap around me, it barely fits in her delicate hand. 

"You're so big," she whispers in my ear, her voice full of raw heat. I'm breathing heavy. She pulls on me slowly, moaning into me. She starts at the base and pulls all the way to the tip, perfect pressure, perfect timing. She picks up speed and squeezes hard, my cock throbbing against her. "Mmmmm, you want me don't you," She looks up at me, a pleading look in her eyes. "'cus I want you." 

I feel the pressure building inside, I brace my hand against the shower wall and she gives me one more good jerk. I cum and it's the best fucking orgasm I've had in over 5 years. 

I open my eyes and take a deep breath. No, she can't find out about my past. I need to figure out a way to make her mine. I NEED to.



Never Let You Go Ch. 03



He awoke to the sound of silence, which was a first. For a moment confusion swept through his tired brain and he couldn't wrap his head around why there wasn't any yelling, swearing, banging on the bars. Then he remembered: I'm out. Then she came to his mind. Jenna. 

He remembered her curves, her laughter, her smile, but most of all her eyes. Those blue orbs were not just beautiful, not just a pretty color, they were seductive, they were enticing, they were sexy. He wanted those eyes looking up at him. He needed to see her again, soon. Today. But first he had to start work. 

He got up and around and Max and Greg soon left for his first day on the construction job. It had been a long while since he had done anything like the sort and it was nice to be working hard, with his hands, using his body to build. They were working on the interior of an office complex. The job was supposed to last 3 weeks. That promised Max 3 weeks of good pay. That could get him a car by the end of the month. And hopefully after that, his own apartment. 

Through what he hoped sounded like casual conversation Max was able to get some information on Jenna from Greg. She was a 25 year old first grade teacher. She and Amy had been friends since they were in Elementary School and were close as sisters. Jenna lived alone. No pets, no roommates, but most importunately: no boyfriend. 

"You sure are asking a lot about Jenna," Greg laughed, as they made their way to his truck after the day had ended. "Look I get it, she's beautiful, she's smart, and she's funny. She'd be a great girl for someone. And I think she'd be great for you. But she's not easy. She tends to be very closed off. I'm not sure why. But she limits who she lets into her life, especially when it comes to men. All I'm saying is, don't expect her to sleep with you anytime soon." 

Max thought all that information over in his head on the drive home. It didn't make him falter though; it made her more...desirable. It made her sexier to know she wasn't a slut. That just meant she'd have to trust him, get to know him, love him. He was perfectly OK with that. He wanted that. 

But he also wanted to fuck someone, soon. They weren't a couple yet, it wouldn't be wrong. She wouldn't have to know. Max asked about the local bars and where he could find someone. Greg told him about a little club outside of town with strippers and a few ladies that do extra for the right price. Greg gave Max $50 and told him it was a gift and to have a good time. Max had never paid for sex before, but what the hell, he was willing. 

Later that night, after a nice dinner made by Amy, and a few more questions about Jenna, Max got ready and went out. He had been able to wiggle her apartment name out of them and was now on the hunt for it. With a little direction from a local gas station clerk, he came to her apartment complex around 10 p.m. 

The apartments were different than he'd seen before. Rather than a building with apartments stacked on top of each other they were more like bungalows. Clusters of 3 small apartments together side by side in one building. Each had a small lawn and parking spot in front of the door. The lot was well lit and her green car was easy to spot. 

He parked in an open lot and stared at her window. He wondered what she was doing in there. The light was still on in one room. He thought maybe that was her bedroom. Maybe she was undressing, getting ready for bed. Maybe, since she was single she needed to tend to her own personal release. The light went out. Time for bed, he thought, noting the time. If she was a teacher then she probably had to get up pretty early. He imagined her in a cute little dress, reading to her students, laughing and smiling at them all. He bet they loved her. 

God, he wanted to see her so bad. He closed his eyes and imagined her room. More so, her bed. He saw her lying there under the thick covers, snuggled warm. Her dark hair splayed out on the bed beneath her on the big white pillow. Her arms above the covers but then slowly she took her left arm and slid it under the covers. She moved her hand over her pajama bottoms, rubbing her pussy through her pants, giving just a faint sensation to her clit. She moaned softly to herself, her other arm now folded up and resting by her face, her fingers working through her hair. Max could see her clear as day in his head. 

She slipped her hand under her pajamas and under her panties. She had a small patch of pubic hair, thin and trimmed. She tickled it gently then rubbed her two fingers slowly over her clit. She dipped her hand lower into her folds where her juices were flowing freely now. With her fingers moist, she again rubbed her clit in a circular motion. She groaned louder, her eyes closed, eyebrows curled up in a look of pleasure. Her legs shifted wider under the covers. Her breathing grew deeper, her breaths bigger and more raspy. She rubbed herself faster, her legs wide open now. She tightened her grip on her hair as she curled her lower back up. She bit down on her bottom lip, and felt the orgasm take over. She opened her eyes and whispered Max's name, smiling. 

Max opened his eyes and rubbed himself. He was hard as a rock. Max wanted his hands in her panties. He wanted to feel her warmth, her wetness. He wanted to make her cum. He needed someone, now. It wasn't going to be Jenna, unfortunately, but that will come. He had to be patient for that. But until then, he'd have to see what they had available at this club.

He drove a ways; Greg had lent him the car for the night, knowing his friends' need for a good release. He followed the direction Greg had given him and came to it a little after midnight. The place was small, seedy and what you'd expect. 

He walked in to see only a few men sitting at the round, low tables. A couple more people were at the bar, backs to him. Over to the left was the bar, over to the right was the stage for the strippers. A worn out, raggedy looking, red head was on stage shaking her hips to an old, slower, Metallica song. He looked around for the other women; there was a prettier blonde chatting with a few men at one table. She was cute, but not what he wanted. He went over to an empty table and sat down, scanning the room over. 

"Hey there, handsome," a high voice called from behind him, he started to turn but she met him half way, coming around. Perfect. She had dark hair, a smaller build and it looked like she might have blue eyes. That wasn't so hard, Max thought. He smiled his friendliest smile. "Can I get you something, baby?" the girl asked, putting her hand on his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side, looking up at her. 

"Guess it depends, what'd you offer?" Max asked, furrowing his brows at her, giving her a quizzical look. 

The girl looked around the room for a moment, as if checking something, then bent down into his ear and whispered, "Whatever you're looking for, handsome. You just tell me what you want." She lifted her head back up and looked at him, waiting for a response. 

"I think you know what I want," Max replied. 

"You're right, I think I do. Follow me." She turned and walked towards the back of the building, behind the bar. Max followed closely behind. His nerves were starting to get the best of him. It had been so long since he had been touched, so long since he'd even seen a naked woman. 

His stomach fluttered with anticipation and his groin ached for release. She took him into a small room; it looked like some kind of VIP room. There was a chair, a couch and a small round end table. The table had a lamp on it with a very dim light. The girl turned and shut the door behind him. "You sure are a big boy," she said, her voice falsely seductive. Max could tell this was her job. She was not here for fun; she was not here for pleasure. She was here for money. 

He took out his $50 and set it on the table. He sat down on the chair and looked up at her. She wasn't very pretty. Her face looked older than it should; her hair was dry and obviously dyed. But, in the right light, at the right angle, if he tried hard, she could be Jenna. The girl looked down at the money on the table and raised an eyebrow. "My names Candice," she said, biting down on her lip.

"No," Max replied, "It's Jenna." The girl didn't even seem surprised by the request. She nodded her head and sauntered over to him, kneeling down between his legs. 

"For that much money, I'll be whoever you want, baby." She ran her hands up and down his legs, stopping at his knees. Max grabbed her hair and moved some of it towards her face to block her features. She looked more like Jenna now. She could at least pass for her, if he imagined. She ran her hands back up his legs and stopped at his belt. 

She began to undo the belt buckle and pull it off. Max grabbed her hands and yanked her up onto his lap. She straddled him, arms tucked into her chest, wrists held my Max. He leaned back and closed his eyes, pulling her arms over by his head so she was on his lap and close to his face. She placed either hand on the back of the chair and rubbed her face against his, nuzzling his cheek a little bit. He turned into her touch. It was now Jenna's face so close to his, rubbing against his. 

She kissed his throat softly, flicking her tongue out now and then to give a tickle. It turned his stomach, in a good way. She pulled on his shirt and peeled it off. "Woah," she breathed, impressed with his physique. She ran her hands through his chest hair, and back up to his shoulders. She kissed his neck again then began trailing down his chest. Her legs slipped off his lap and onto the floor. She finished undoing his belt and unzipped his pants. 

He helped assist in peeling them off, along with his boxers. His member stood tall and thick, ready for attention. But first, she kissed around his legs, tickling and teasing him. The sensation was driving Max wild. Jenna was such a sexy tease. She knew just how to touch him and where. 

"Jenna," Max whispered, breathing her name. She finally gave him what he wanted. What he needed. She wrapped her hand around his cock, giving a gentle squeeze. Max moaned loudly, the sound coming from deep within. The feeling of her hand, it was too much. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hang on for. The pleasure was building, fast. She stroked him a few times, and then he felt wetness and warmth around his member. She had taken him in her mouth. The sensation was incredible. Tingles ran through his body from head to toe. Her mouth was hot and her lips were tight around him. She seemed to swallow him whole, like an old pro. 

She was a pro, a whore. This wasn't Jenna, this was some junkie hooker. Max shook his head, trying to shake the facts from his brain. Wait, no, it was Jenna. Yes, it was. It was sweet Jenna, in her grey sweater dress, kneeling before him. A goddess at his knees. She had chosen him to love, to touch, to suck. He thought only of her as the pleasure once again built. He looked down at the girl, her face down and covered by her dark hair. It was Jenna, her head bobbed slowly as she rode his cock with her mouth. 

Max put one hand on the back of her head, touching her hair softly. She quickened her speed, bobbing faster, bringing him to the brink of climax. He grabbed onto a handful of hair and squeezed as the need overcame him. The release filled his body and poured out into Jenna's mouth. She sucked him dry and swallowed. She licked her tongue around her lips, getting all traces of his cum. 

As soon as she was done and she looked up at him, his satisfaction was gone. It wasn't Jenna anymore. It was just some stripper whore with too much makeup. Max sighed, the disappointment filling the spot in his stomach where his pleasure and happiness had been moments before. Max stood up and dressed quietly. The girl grabbed her money and sat down on the couch. She watched him through narrowed eyes, not sure what his deal was. He pulled his shirt on and walked toward the door without even a second glance at her. 'Well, that was kind of weird,' she thought to herself, 'although I've seen weirder.' She stood, adjusted herself and went back to work. 

Max drove back to Jenna's and parked in the same spot once again. He spent the next 2 hours sitting there. Not moving or seeing, just sitting. He felt like shit. He felt he had cheated her. Next time, it would be with her. He wouldn't be with anyone else. He couldn't. Other women were disgusting. Mere insects next to her. Next time, it'd really be her.



Never Let You Go Ch. 04



The morning couldn't have started off worse, it was so unbearably cold, her car wouldn't start and the snow plower had come through the apartment complex and pushed the snow behind her car so even if her car had started, she wouldn't have been able to get out. Luckily, school was officially canceled for a snow day and she was now in no hurry to get her car ready and drivable. But she would have to get it fixed sometime today. 

She didn't have many people she trusted or asked for help. But she had Amy and Greg. She considered Amy family, better than her own, and knew she could rely on her friend for help if she ever needed it. After warming up a bit she called Amy, knowing she didn't have to work today and asked if she and Greg could help her out. Greg was a construction worker, but he knew his way around a car too. She also needed man power to help shoveling the snow. Amy promised that once Greg got out of work they would come over and help. Jenna promised a nice dinner waiting afterwards for their help. 

Jenna spent the day getting paperwork, assignments and projects graded for her class; using this day off to prep. She tried to stay on track but her thoughts kept wandering to the big stranger now living at Amy's house. He had been so handsome. She knew she'd eventually have to see him again, but when? Would he come today? She hoped so. She kept thinking about the way his shirt hugged his form. His chest and arms had been so thick. She wanted badly to rub her hands up and down them. 

Her thoughts wandered to his thickness elsewhere. A man that large must have a big cock. She wanted to know. She wanted to feel it, touch it, taste it. It had been a long time since she had been with someone. It had been a long time since she'd felt a man's arms around her, lips on her skin, a warm tongue on her clit. She shook her head, slightly embarrassed at the thoughts she was having. She wasn't a prude but she didn't even know this guy. But for some reason she couldn't get him out of her head. There was an instant attraction to him she couldn't deny. She wondered if he had felt it the other night, too. 

Probably not, she told herself. She didn't think she was ugly, but enough years of being cheated on and emotional abuse from men had given her a negative self image. She never felt good enough, or pretty enough. She always doubted herself. 

Jenna got a text saying they were headed over soon and that Max would be coming as well. Butterflies invaded her body, causing her to run to the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror. She needed to touch up her makeup and hair before he came over. She wanted to look perfect when he saw her. Just in case. 

After fixing herself up and changing out of her sweats into a light grey sweater and jeans, she got to work boiling the spaghetti, cutting the fresh bread she had bought the night before, and put the olive mix in a nice glass dish. The sauce was from a can but with some added spices, garlic cloves and sugar, the sauce had a homemade taste to it. She mixed up a big salad with Italian dressing and added cheeses and black olives. She set her table with 4 plates and laid out the food on the table that was already prepared. 

The noodles were still boiling when the knock came to her door. Amy entered without waiting for approval; they didn't need to answer the doors for each other, they were past that stage in their friendship. 

"Hey," Amy yelled, kicking her shoes off against the doorway to get rid of the snow chunks and removing them. "The guys are working on getting your car out of that damn avalanche!" She laughed, un-wrapping her scarf and taking off her coat. She set them on the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Max is out there," she smiled, raising an eyebrow at her friend. Jenna just smiled at her and nodded her head, trying to concentrate on the noodles. Amy tried to get her friend to talk about Max, but she was stubbornly silent. She decided to change the subject to the bitterly cold weather and helped Jenna finish setting the table. 

A nice dinner like this was so typical of her; always wanting to thank others for their kindness, always giving so much, always showing gratitude. She would have cooked a dinner like this for them even if they hadn't helped her. That was just the type of person Jenna was. Yet she was so alone. It hurt Amy to see her friend alone. She knew what an amazing person she was, how happy she would make someone. Finding a good man wasn't easy though. Jenna was proof of that. She'd had her fair share of losers and terrible relationships. One day though, Amy knew Jenna would find a good guy that would appreciate her and take good care of her. 

Like clockwork, when the food was ready, the men came inside from the cold. They undressed out of the wet gloves, boots and coats and came into the kitchen. Jenna watched Max carefully as he entered the house. His eyes scanned her home carefully, absorbing everything around him. She wondered what he thought. Did he like her place? Did he think it was cute? Did it look nice and clean? She suddenly felt paranoid it wasn't clean enough. 

Finally his eyes made their way to Jenna and she smiled at him. His eyes were big and dark; his beard seemed a little thicker than it was the other day. He kept his head turned down low and nodded at her, smiling. His hair was disheveled from his hat he had taken off. He looked so adorable, like a giant teddy bear. His eyes scanned her body quickly and met her face again. His eyes on her body excited Jenna. She hoped he liked what he saw. They stared at each other for a moment in silence. 

Jenna looked away and told everyone to sit for dinner. She sat down herself and looked up at Max once again to find him still staring. She found herself getting a nervous flutter in her stomach. Why was he still staring? Did she look OK? What was he thinking about? 

"Sit down," Jenna giggled at Max, trying to make light of the intense stare he was boring into her. He blinked a few times, smiled, and sat down across from her. 

"Thank you," He mumbled, looking at the food. His eyes now scanned over the meal and his eyes widened, "wow, you can cook, huh?" he laughed, smiling at her. 

"Mmmm, I have a few things I can cook, this is my favorite. Thank you guys so much for helping me with my car." Jenna gushed, waiting for everyone to dig in before she helped herself. Greg started explaining what had been wrong with her car and that turned into their day at work on site, a few funny stories about their co workers and then a little history about Greg and Max when they were kids. 

After dinner, they stayed at the table talking and joking. Max and Jenna began getting to know each other a little better; Max surprisingly became very talkative, asking Jenna a lot of questions about herself. He appeared to be intrigued with her life, Jenna thought, or maybe he's just being polite. Jenna asked a few things about Max but didn't get much information about him. He didn't seem to want to talk about himself that much. Around nine, they made their way out and Jenna thanked them again for helping her out. "I owe you big time," she said to Max, specifically, "Anything you need, let me know. I seriously owe you." She smiled, and she genuinely meant that. The look on Max's face when she said that was priceless. He looked grateful and excited at her comment. That made the butterflies flutter even more for her. 

"I just might take you up on that then," he replied, looking into her eyes. He stood there for a moment just looking at her, his hands wringing his winter cap. He appeared to not know what to do next. Jenna just stood and stared back, entranced by his gaze. "Bye." He mumbled finally. Max followed Greg out the door, letting the screen close behind him. 

Amy hugged her friend and muttered, "Mmmmmhmmmmm, big time," giggling. 

"Shut up," Jenna laughed, "I'm trying here, don't make me feel stupid, OK?" Amy quickly stopped smiling. 

"Of course, see you later." She hugged her friend again and followed after the guys. 

Jenna cleaned up her kitchen and showered for bed. After her bedtime routine was done, she crawled in under the thick comforter. She pulled the blanket up to her chin, shivering a little from her wet hair. Her hand trailed down her thin top, caressing her braless nipples. They were already hard from the cold. Her touch sent a small tingle below. The tingle would have felt so much better if it had been Max's hand. 

She had watched him eat, trying not to seem obvious; stealing glances here and there. He was even thicker up close than he was far away. Across from him at the table she had seen all the muscle definition through his thin sweater. She had seen his Pecs flexing naturally as he ate and lifted his cup. His neck was massive like a giant tree stump; she had imagined kissing it, trailing her tongue to his ear, kissing his lobe, making his body shiver. 

His hands were the most appealing thing to her though. She was crazy about hands. The bigger the better, she liked the look of long, thick fingers, callused, hard skin, and short, bitten fingernails. Max had the hands of a hard worker, a strong man; she bet he could do amazing things with those hands, with his fingers. 

Jenna's hands moved lower, caressing her stomach muscles under her shirt. She had a nice flat tummy; she worked hard for her body and loved the feel of it at night when she was laying in bed. She tickled herself a little, imaging Max's hand on her body. She slipped her left hand lower, caressing herself over her panties. She teased herself at first to get her juices flowing. She circled her clit with her middle finger, lightly. She stroked over her panties gently. Then when she felt she couldn't take anymore teasing, she stuck her hand inside. 

She trailed her finger down and dipped her finger in between her lips; her pussy was slick and wet. She dipped her finger in a little just to get her finger wet then began massaging her clit with her juices. The wetness on her clit made the sensation on the nerve endings stronger. She shuttered, dipping back into her folds for more juice. She slowly slipped her finger inside, rubbing her inner walls, pleasure rippling throughout her body. 

She imagined Max beside her, his hand diving under the covers and into her panties. His finger inside her; massaging her. His thumb, gently rubbing her clit in circles, bringing her to the brink of pleasure. She felt the climax coming and thought of Max on top of her, his cock plunging into her tight pussy. His lips on her skin, his hands wrapped in her hair; Max moaning into her shoulder as he came with her. She whimpered slightly to herself, her muscles tightening around her finger as she came.

She arched her back slightly and turned her head to the side, biting down on her lip. Her orgasm had been a good one, with thoughts of Max in her head. It had been more intense than it had been in a while. She thought about what an orgasm would feel like if Max really was there. She turned over onto her side and suddenly felt very tired. She was always tired after masturbating. It was like an instant sleeping pill for her; it relaxed her so completely. She got comfortable and fell asleep quickly; completely unaware that he was sitting outside, having the same fantasies about her.



Never Let You Go Ch. 05



The next month was busy at work for Max, luckily. They worked long hours and got lots of overtime in on the weekends. This made for great paychecks, and as the money piled up, Max was able to get the essentials he needed; a cell phone, some clothes, typical toiletries and the big sum went towards a vehicle. 

He was able to get himself a decent looking black Ford truck. It wasn't new by any means, but it ran and didn't need any work done right away. Even if it did, Max knew Greg would help him out, Max knew a little bit about cars too, from what Greg had taught him over the years when they were younger. 

When Max hadn't been at work, he was at Greg and Amy's and Jenna was always there too. They had gotten to know one another a lot better over the past month. Jenna had spent Thanksgiving with Greg and Amy, and Max of course. They had more conversations; Max had lied about most of his past, family history, where he had been and what he'd been doing the past 5 years. What else was he supposed to do, he thought. He couldn't tell Jenna the truth about himself; she'd never want to speak to him again if he did. He knew he had to hide the truth; he was ashamed of his past. Greg caught on to Max's stories and went along, thankfully. Max had confided in Greg that he was interested in Jenna. But he did not tell him everything.

Max didn't disclose that almost every night he drove to her apartment, sitting outside in the lot, staring at her windows. Some nights he saw her through her open blinds watching TV, cleaning, grading papers or reading. She always went into the bathroom for about 20 minutes every night before bed. Max assumed she was talking her showers then. He imagined her naked, wet body lathered with soap. He wanted so badly to be in there with her, touching her. But for now he settled for jerking himself off in his truck. 

Although they had gotten to know each other better, Max hadn't gotten the nerve to ask her out yet. He wasn't sure if she was interested. Sometimes she appeared to be; the way she would look at him, with a sparkle in her eye. Sometimes when he would make her laugh, she would touch his arm softly, sending chills up his arms. He loved to watch her laugh. She had a glowing smile that sucked you in, and her laughter filled the room with a bright positive feeling. 

One afternoon through casual conversation Max found out that Amy had a key to Jenna's apartment. Jenna had given it to her in case of an emergency. That night around midnight he dug Amy's keys out of her purse, she left it on the kitchen counter every night, and drove to Jenna's. His heart was racing, he wasn't sure yet, exactly what he was going to do, but for now he just wanted to know which key fit her door. 

When he got there he made his way up her small, paved walkway. She had Christmas decorations stuck in the snow; tall metal candy canes and iron snowmen and reindeer, and sparkly garland hanging from the small, fenced, sitting area in front of her apartment. They were just a few weeks away from the holiday. He wasn't sure yet if he would be spending it with Jenna, but he hoped so. 

Her porch light was off, and no new snow had fallen recently. No one would know he had been there. He slowly opened her screen door and propped it on his left leg. He tried each key, until the right one slid in. He thought for a moment about his next move and decided to play it smart. He took out the key, and went back to his truck. 

He turned on his overhead light so he could see which key it was, luckily for him; Jenna's key was the only silver one on the ring. He hoped if he took it for just one day, Amy wouldn't notice. He drove back and put Amy's keys back into her purse, minus the silver one. Max was able to go to the hardware store the next day and get the key replicated. He got the silver key back on Amy's ring the next night and she never even noticed. 

That night Max laid in his bed, in his small room. His lamp light still on, he flipped the key over and over in between his fingers. He made up his plan for tomorrow. He smiled to himself, his stomach churning with excitement. He hated that he had to wait until tomorrow, but it was the only time. He set the key on his small side table next to his bed and shut off the light. 

The next day before their normal lunch hour Max asked Greg if he could leave about a half hour earlier than usual for lunch, he lied about having some registration stuff he had to take care of for his truck. Greg told him it was fine and to come back when he was done. It was 11:30 when he drove off to Jenna's. 

He knew she was at work, so he had nothing to worry about. He used his key and unlocked her door. His heart raced, and his hands were sweaty and shaking. He didn't know why he felt so nervous. Once he walked into her home and shut the door behind him, his jitters were gone. He stood still in her living room, looking around at everything. 

Jenna had a smaller apartment, but it was a very nice one, by his standards. It was clean, well decorated and smelled very nice. That was one of his favorite things about Jenna. She always smelled so good. Even her home smelled good. It smelt like cinnamon and apple pie. He inhaled her homey scent and walked into the kitchen, glancing at her table; set with place mats, napkins in holders and a nice Christmas centerpiece in the middle of the table. He smiled to himself. He moved into the bathroom, and opened her mirror cabinet, looking at all her toiletries and makeup. Finally, he went to the bedroom. 

He had been here before, in her apartment, even a few times after the night they all had dinner together. They had all come over a few more times to play board games, cards, watch a movie. But he hadn't ever been in her bedroom, this was his first time. 

The reality of it made him dizzy. He looked around the room; she had owl décor on the walls, bright colored curtains, sheets, and furniture. It made the room bright and cheerful, just like she was. He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge of it. He breathed in her fresh scented air and lay back, placing his head on the pillow. He turned into the pillow, rubbing his face into it. Jenna's face rested on this pillow. He sniffed deeply, smelling flowers. Jenna always smells like flowers. He wasn't sure what perfume or lotion she wore, but he did know he loved her smell. And here it was, right here for him, surrounding him. He lay there for a few minutes just breathing it in. 

He got up and made his way to her closet, it was a bigger size, you could walk into it and it held a dresser inside. He looked through her clothes and then began opening the dresser drawers. The top drawer had her socks, the second her bras, and the third had her panties. She had everything very neatly organized and folded nicely. She had mostly plain cotton, things that looked comfortable; a lot of white but also some bright colors. There were a few things though, that were very sexy. 

He picked up one pair of black lace trimmed panties. They were satin and cool to the touch. He pictured Jenna wearing them, and only them. He wrapped his hand in the panties and rubbed them on his face. His eyes closed and he exhaled deeply. 

He couldn't stand it any longer. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his knees. His cock was hard and poked through his boxer briefs. He pulled his dick out and stroked it slowly with the smooth panties. He didn't have any kind of fetish, and had never done anything like this before, but being this close to her things, so close to her intimate details, knowing these panties had touched her skin, had rubbed against her pussy, he couldn't take it. It didn't take long at all for his need to overpower him and he came. He made sure to catch his cum in her panties. He hung his head back, his breathing slowed and he opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. 

He took the panties with him and made sure the bed looked neat, and then went back to work. Later that evening he had dinner with Greg, Amy and Jenna. Every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but remember earlier that day. That had been the turning point. It had been the push he needed. That little nudge to get him to finally do it. He was going to finally ask her out. 

She wouldn't say no, right? Not the way she looked at him. Not the way she laughed at his jokes. He noticed how her eyes would trail down his body, take in his form, and hover at his arms. When he noticed that he tried to casually do something that would make him have to flex his arms. He always noticed a little change to the look in her eye, when he did that. It excited her, he could tell. No way would she say no. 

After dinner, Jenna began to get ready to leave. 'This is my chance,' Max thought to himself. 'Do it now.'

"Hey, I'll walk you out." Max suggested, grabbing his coat off the hook and throwing it on. 

"Oh, ok." Jenna smiled, shyly. She said goodbye to Amy and walked out the door, Max following behind her. "Dinner was good," Jenna commented, turning toward Max once she made it to her car. 

"Yeah, you and Amy...you're really good cooks." Max replied, smiling at Jenna, his dimples deepening. "So, ummm..." Max started. He looked down at the snow at his feet, then up at Jenna, without lifting his head. He bit down on his bottom lip. Nerves running through him, he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He tried to swallow his fear down and get it over with. "So, uh, back when we fixed your car, you uh, you said to me..." Max chuckled slightly through his breathe, big puffs of white air forming around his face. "You said you owed me one." Max stopped and looked at Jenna for a reaction. He held his breath waiting. 

"Uh huh," Jenna smiled, yet furrowed her brows, confusion spreading on her beautiful face. 

"Well, I was thinking, I mean, I was hoping maybe I could cash in that I O U." He waited again, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure Jenna could hear it. Jenna's brow deepened, yet her smile didn't falter. 

"Ok," She responded slowly, "What'd you have in mind?" Now it was her turn to wait for him. She stood still, next to her car; her eyes burning into his. 

"How about you let me take you to dinner?" Max spit out. He breathed in deep, the cold air filling his lungs. He was so terrified of her next response. 'Please say yes', he thought. Jenna's eyes widened and she looked shocked. She blinked a few times and stood there, just looking at him. Max's smile began to fade as his fear became reality. 'She's going to say no,' he thought. The blood pulsed in his head hard and he felt light headed. Finally Jenna's lips curled up into one of the biggest smiles Max had ever seen on her. 

"Now, how is you taking me to dinner an I O U? I'm supposed to owe you remember?" She teased. "I know, how about this? You come over this weekend and I'll cook you something nice for dinner. How does that sound?" she tilted her head slightly to the right, looking up at Max. He had wanted to take her out, have an official date with her, but this was even better. He'd be alone with her now, just the two of them in her apartment. He knew nothing could really happen out at a restaurant, but now, anything could happen if it was just the two of them, on her couch, in her room, in her bed. "Max...?" Jenna cut off his thoughts. He had forgotten to reply. 

"Of course!" Max shook his head, coming back to reality. "That sounds...perfect. Can't wait."

"Ok," Jenna replied, turning to open her car door. "How about 5 on Saturday?"

"I will be there." Max grinned, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. 

"Great, I'll see you then...then." Jenna laughed at herself, shaking her head, giving a slight wave and getting into her car. Max stood and watched her drive off, giving a wave back. The feeling Max had was indescribable. He had never felt so happy his entire life. This warmth pulsed through his veins, flowing into his chest. He wondered if this was what falling 'in love' was like. He assumed it was. He was in love. He was in love with Jenna, and it was all about to finally work out. She was finally going to be his. Finally.



Never Let You Go Ch. 06



The next few days went by too slow and Max was aching for Saturday to finally come. He spent every night outside Jenna's apartment that week, fantasizing about what would happen on their date. He played so many different scenarios in his head. He couldn't wait. 

Work was long, the days dragged, the evenings dragged even more since Jenna hadn't been to Greg's since he'd asked her out. She apparently had a lot going on at work before she got her two week winter break at school. 

When Saturday did finally come, Max couldn't contain his excitement. He was up early, after barely sleeping at all. He had gotten back from watching Jenna's place around 3 a.m. He had trouble sleeping and gave up and got around at 7 a.m. He used his bundled energy to shovel the driveway; they had had a big snowfall the night before. He did about 200 pushups and ate breakfast. 

He went through his clothes several times over before he decided on a pair of jeans, a grey undershirt and a blue and black button up flannel. The blue in the shirt made his brown eyes look almost black. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, deciding he looked menacing, but only when he frowned. He looked over his features, to himself; he was a scary looking man. But he hadn't scared Jenna away, not yet. Furthermore, he knew he wouldn't be frowning tonight, so he decided to keep the outfit. 

He changed out and laid the outfit on his bed, he didn't want to stain or wrinkle it. He did more pushups, then he showered and for the first time since he'd been out of prison, he completely shaved his beard off. Afterwards he looked at himself and instantly regretted it. He looked like a completely different person. He looked about ten years younger, his skin was pale and he didn't recognize his cheeks or chin. They weren't things he saw often. 'Jenna's going to think you look disgusting,' he thought to himself. 'Fuck, I've ruined everything.' 

Max stood in his room stressed about his beard for over an hour, he kept slapping himself in the head telling himself how stupid he was. He paced the small room like a lion in a cage. He felt like he was in prison again. But then he'd tell himself, 'no maybe she'll like it.' He contemplated this over and over until he noticed it was already time to get ready and go. 

He got dressed, ran his fingers through his wavy hair a few times, sprayed on some cologne he had bought, stopped at the store and picked up a bouquet of pink roses and headed to Jenna's. His nerves were shot; his heart was beating harder than ever before, his stomach churned with anxiety and butterflies. He was worried, excited, nervous and turned on, all at the same time. When he made it to her door he took a big deep breath and knocked. 

Max stared at the flowers in his hand, waiting for the door to open, he tried to control his breathing, but it was tough. He heard shuffling inside and then the door opened. He looked up and there stood the most incredibly gorgeous human being he'd ever laid eyes on. Jenna always looked beautiful, but tonight she looked her best. 

Max looked over her body, taking in her perfect shape. She had black leggings on, hugging her body beautifully. She was also wearing a tight navy blue sweater. He looked up at her face, flawless and glowing. Her cheeks were flushed, he didn't know if it was makeup or her natural tone, but it was adorable. Her full lips were tinted slightly with a dark pink and looked so soft. Then he met her eyes, her blue eyes wide, outlined with black liner and mascara, her lashes full and long. They sparkled as she smiled at him. 

"Hi!" she said, opening her door up for him. She looked over his face, then down to the flowers. "Come in." She stepped aside and let him in; he stood for a moment by her door before handing her the flowers. 

"Here, these are for you." Max said. He felt like an idiot, standing there, shoving flowers in her face. 'Smooth,' he thought.

"Oh, thank you Max, they're beautiful. I love them."She gushed as she took them and walked into the kitchen. As Max kicked off his shoes, Jenna placed the flowers in a vase she got out of a cupboard. Max stood near the door, unaware of where to go next. He felt dumbfounded. He just watched her as she went about the kitchen. She looked over at him and smiled, "Come in, silly," waving her hand for him to come over. He nodded and walked towards the kitchen. Jenna smiled up at his face, looking him over. "Hey, wow, you look...so different with your face shaved," Jenna's eyes scanned over his skin, the smile never faltering. 

"Oh, yeah, I don't know why I shaved, it doesn't look all that good," Max muttered rubbing his jaw.

"What? No, it does. You look...you look very handsome. I mean, I like the beard, but this is nice too. You can see your dimples better now." Jenna reached her arm up and gently placed her hand on his newly shaven cheek. Max froze and stiffened at her touch. Just as soon as he stiffened he relaxed. He leaned his head against her hand, but suddenly there was nothing there. She had quickly pulled her hand away. She smiled, with a look of embarrassment on her face and turned away to the table. 

She had the table set for a delicious meal. They went and sat and ate. The food was remarkable. She had made all sorts of homemade sides, some fried, and some baked. Some things neither he, nor she could pronounce, but she said she just followed the recipe. She had a lot of options for them to choose from. She admitted it she couldn't decide what to make so she had went a little overboard. She had found different recipes on Pinterest, she explained. 

They talked and laughed and finished up, he helped her clean up the dishes and she told him there were a few different deserts options for later, chilling in the refrigerator. They sat casually on the couch, turned towards each other's bodies. Max rested his arm on the couch and placed his head in his hand. Jenna pulled her legs under her and did the same with her arm. She ran her fingers through her dark, straight hair, a habit Max had noticed she did often. 

They talked about her job, how much she loved teaching and the kids. They talked about her family and how she wasn't close to any of them. He kept asking questions, trying to keep the topic off him; he didn't want to lie tonight. Hours went by just talking; it was so comfortable, so natural. He felt so happy in her presence. It just seemed right. 

"I'm glad we did this," Jenna mused, tilting her head into her hand, looking at him. 

"Me too," Max replied. He shifted his position on the couch and scooted a little closer to Jenna. She looked over his body and smiled to herself. She was on to him, he thought. 

"Do you want dessert?" Jenna asked, her voice hushed, her breathing seemed heavier. She blinked at him, her eyes heavy with anticipation. Max felt the ache getting stronger inside him. He had felt it all night, but now sitting this close to her, it was unbearable. Max licked his lips slowly and scanned his eyes over her lips, back up to her eyes, and down to her lips again. He breathed out deeply and shook his head yes. 

Max knew they weren't talking about food anymore. He looked up into Jenna's eyes, back and forth, not blinking. She blushed a little and smiled big. She looked down at her hand in her lap and bit down onto her bottom lip. Max scooted closer to her on the couch, smoothly. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with need and excitement. She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, he could tell. Max leaned closer to her and placed his right hand on her neck, cupping her face, rubbing gently into her neck and hair. She leaned into his touch and exhaled. Her eyes fluttered quickly. 

He leaned in and gently touched his lips to hers. Max's head spun, he felt so dizzy. He tried to focus on what was actually happening, rather than getting caught up in his nerves. Her lips were even softer than he had imagined, they fit his mouth perfect. He pressed harder and she was the first to open her mouth and take his top lip in between hers. She tugged slightly on it and sucked gently. Max moaned unconsciously. 

Suddenly Max felt her hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer. Their kiss deepened and he licked her lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Jenna whimpered softly, making Max as hard as he could possibly get.  

Her hands roamed into his hair, she pulled him even closer to her now, he was leaning over her body, and she moved her position so she was now laying down, her legs out and around Max. He moved with her, slowly sliding on top of her body, as he moved closer her legs wrapped around his hips. 

He had to brace himself on the couch, he didn't want to squish her, he knew he was a heavy guy, but it was hard to get distance, he didn't want distance, he wanted to be as close to her as he could. He pushed his hips into hers, running his hand down her body, feeling her curves, she had a tight body. His hand ran along to her hip and around to her bottom, he grabbed her there, and pulled her closer to him. 

He stopped and looked at her for a moment, wanting to make sure this was OK, that he wasn't going too far, too fast. Her eyes were heavy and cloudy with lust. She looked into him, burning into his soul. He was frozen for a moment by her gaze, mesmerized by her beauty, by the feeling of her body, by this moment. She grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled his face down to hers. 

Max's hands fumbled like he was a preteen, rubbing her tits through her sweater, he moved his hand down to her legs and dipped his hand between them. He turned his hand slightly and rubbed her soft spot with his finger, pushing gently, to create slight pressure. Jenna gasped and kissed him deeper. He grabbed hold of her leggings and pulled them down gently, Jenna's body cooperated, making it easy and fast. He pulled them completely off and tossed them to the side. 

Max trailed his hand up her inner thigh, taking in the sight of her. Her legs were toned and smooth. He could see her muscles flexing from his touch. He smiled to himself at the fact that he was causing her pleasure. He ran his hands along her legs several times, building up her need. He could tell she was growing more and more excited. She squirmed against his body, she whimpered to herself as he kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck. Her smell was intoxicating. Max breathed it in deeply. Then finally gave her what they both wanted.

Max rubbed her pussy through her panties softly. She was unbelievably wet already. He could feel the dampness through her soft panties. He could also feel the heat. He rubbed there for a moment, then traced up to the top of her panties, dipping his fingers into them. She was closely shaven and trimmed. He ran his fingers down her pubic hair to her clit and rubbed there. Jenna moaned and Max looked at her. She had her eyes closed and was biting down on her lip. She looked so sexy. 

Max rubbed her clit in a massaging circle, then took his middle finger and stroked her lips. They spread for him instantly and the moisture engulfed him. His finger sank into her. She closed around him and he could feel her squeeze him. She was so soft and warm, he loved the way she felt, he wanted his cock to feel her surround him. He didn't think it was time for that yet though. He took turns with his fingers, he would finger her, then pull out and rub her juices onto her clit, it didn't take long before he noticed Jenna breathing harder. He could tell her climax was coming soon. 

He picked up the pace on her clit, rubbing faster; he looked at her, wanting to see her face for this moment. He leaned into her, his face inches from hers, he looked into her eyes, and she stared back at him. Her mouth was open and her breaths got bigger. Her eyebrows turned in and she grabbed onto his hair, he could feel her tug at him. As he felt her come, he dipped his finger back into her pussy and he felt her body tighten and un-tighten around his finger. Jenna arched her back , pushing her pelvis agiast his hand. She sighed to herself, licking her lips. She closed her eyes and smiled. Her hand went up into her hair and she ran her fingers through it, leaving her hand up there, pushing her hair out of her face. 

Max slowly removed his hand from her panties and fought the urge to lick his fingers and taste her. He would in time; he didn't want to look like a creep. He put an arm on either side of her and lay between her legs. He just looked at her, waiting for her to say something; he wasn't sure what to say himself. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at him. She blushed instantly and looked down at their bodies instead. 

"You OK?" Max questioned his voice husky and deep. Concern took him over; maybe he had gone too fast. Maybe she regretted it. Too much, too soon? Fear clenched in his gut, Fuck. But she smiled and looked back up at him. 

"Yeah, I'm..." She hesitated, frowning. "Is it OK I don't want to stop?" She looked at him with a look of embarrassment. She was worried what he would think of her moving too quickly. A smile spread on Max's face and he chuckled.

"Of course," he moved his hands to her hips and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up; she wrapped her legs around his waist. She put her arms around his neck placing kisses on his neck as he made his way into her bedroom. He sat down on the edge of her bed and she stood up, she stripped out of her sweater. She was now in her bra and panties. Her breasts were pushed up and looked delicious in her black bra. He looked down her body now, taking her in, her body was absolute perfection. It was obvious she took amazing care of herself. She was muscular, yet curvy, she was tight and firm, yet soft and supple in all the right areas. 

Max ran his hand along her waist, feeling the curve of her hip. He ran his hand further down her thigh and cupped the back of her leg, he leaned forward and kissed her tummy. Her skin was so smooth and soft. Every inch of her smelled so sweet, like flowers. He pulled back his head and Jenna began unbuttoning his shirt, he watched her face as she undressed him. She kept her eyes on her hands, making her way down his shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders and then peeled off his under shirt. 

Max stood, hovering over her tiny frame. Her eyes were level with his chest. She glanced over his body, and ran her hands along his chest, feeling his muscles, down over his thick frame, her hands trailed down his stomach, tickling his hair, they stopped at his belt and she kissed his chest. His hand went up to her hair and gently grabbed a handful. She kissed and grazed her lips against his skin, she licked at his nipple and bit down gently, giggling to herself. She then began unbuckling his pants, and unzipped them. The sound was so loud in the quiet room. 

She began to push his pants down and Max helped. Jenna stared at his member poking through his underwear. Max looked down and it was almost comical. His erection stood tall and straight, trying to break through the barrier. If Max hadn't been so turned on, he would have laughed out loud. Max thought Jenna would begin to laugh but she looked up at him with passion. She slid her hand into his underwear and pushed them down to his knees. He finished kicking them off as Jenna shoved Max onto the bed and he sat. He watched as she stepped out of her panties and undid her bra. Her tits falling out of the bra, jiggling slightly to her movements. They were perfect. Perky and high, a good handful. 

She stepped closer to Max and he quickly took a tit in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her skin and she moaned into him. She had both hands placed on his shoulders, bracing herself as he pleasured her. Every kiss, every touch made her moan, sigh or whimper in pleasure. Max loved the effect he had on her. He had wanted this so bad. He knew this would be good, but had no idea it'd be this good. 

His hands moved around to her back and he trailed down to her backside. Her ass was high and round. He cupped it in both hands and squeezed as he kissed, licked and nibbled on her nipples. He pulled her body down onto him and she straddled him. The light was off in the bedroom but the kitchen light shone into the room, giving a little light and lots of shadows. Jenna held onto Max shoulders for support as she lifted herself up before sliding onto Max's cock. Max groaned loudly at the sensation of her pussy slowly sliding over his member. 

She was so tight, she felt so amazing. Max wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his forehead to her skin, feeling her move on him. He closed his eyes and just felt the sensations. She rode him slowly, causing a frenzy to build inside him. This felt great, but he wanted her faster, harder. He wanted to pound into her and lose himself in her. Max flipped over and laid her down. He positioned himself in-between her legs that she willingly opened for him, so casually, so trusting. He entered her again, slowly, feeling inch by inch consume him. Once he was in as far as he could go, he kissed her deep. 

Her arms wrapped around his back, she tried wrapping her legs around him as well and hooking them around his waist, but he was too large. She felt over his back muscles as they clenched and unclenched as he moved himself in and out of her. She moans became louder and less controlled. She was losing herself in him, too. That's what he wanted. He wanted to make her feel like no man has ever made her feel. Max pumped into her faster feeling her squeeze his cock. Her legs tensed around him and her grasp on him tightened. She cried out in pleasure as she came again. 

The sound and feel of her coming pushed Max over the edge. He came into her, pushing her down into the bed. His entire weight on top of her. Max moaned into her hair, as the rippling waves of pleasure washed over him, he thrust into her one last time before relaxing. He breathed heavily, feeling the sweat around his forehead. He pulled out of her slowly and moved over to her side, keeping one leg in between hers, he lay on the bed. 

Both spent and satisfied they laid together for a while not saying anything, just cuddling. Max was no longer horny, he was perfectly satisfied. He had gotten what he wanted more than anything. And this was only the beginning. She was his now. Forever. He knew it.



Never Let You Go Ch. 07



The next few weeks were amazing. Max had never been happier. With the life he's had, it wasn't hard to say that, but with Jenna things were perfect. Christmas break came and they spent every single day together, mostly in bed. They spent Christmas together with their friends, exchanging a few gifts and a nice dinner. It was the best Christmas Max had ever had. 

The more time Max spent with Jenna, the more we got to know her; the more he realized how unbelievably kind, beautiful and enchanting she was. She was so fun and silly, she was always making him laugh. She was generous and caring, always wanting to make sure Max was happy and satisfied. And Max was the same for her. He had never had this before, the chance to treat someone like this, and no one had certainly ever treated him this way. No one had ever put him first, his wants and needs first, or cared what he thought about anything. Jenna made him feel like he was worth something, like he mattered. 

His feelings for her were strong to begin with, even when he didn't know her that well, but now that he knew her intimately, knew her deeply, he couldn't get enough. He couldn't get her out of his head. He couldn't stand being away from her. But when they weren't together he couldn't help but worry. His insecurities got to him when they were apart and bad thoughts clouded his mind. Did she feel the same way? They hadn't said 'I love you' yet. Was it too soon to say that? He certainly felt it. Why hadn't she said it? Was she with another man when they weren't together? Did she know she could do better? 

Max had come to realize even though he wanted her more than anything, that he didn't truly deserve her. She was far beyond his league. A girl like her deserved the best, deserved money and trips, and diamonds, and flowers and everything she could ever possibly want. Max knew he couldn't give her most of those things. He knew that his criminal record might possibly become a problem one day, but he tried not to think about that. He just hoped that if the day ever came, she would love him enough not to care about his past. 

Max had been working a lot to get enough money to get his own place, finally. It was a small studio apartment in the crummy part of town, but it was only 400 a month and included heat, so he couldn't complain. He didn't spend a lot of time there anyways. Most days he was at work, most nights, at Jenna's. It had been a long week, the weather was cold; it was mid January now. Max couldn't wait to get off work, take a long hot shower and see Jenna afterwards. 

Max had found Jenna a teacher pin and was excited to give it to her. He knew that was her quirky collection; strange and gaudy pins. She joked that every teacher needed pins. It made her feel like a real teacher in some silly way. He hoped she would like this one. It was a stick figure teacher; with an apple on her head with her hair a crazy mess and papers in one hand and a pen in the other. 

It wasn't expensive and he hoped that was alright. But as time went on throughout the day, he became more self conscious about it. What if she didn't like it? What if she saw the box and hoped it was something nicer? What if she's disappointed? His questions turned to doubt, and the doubt to fear. By the time he was on his way to her apartment, he was sure she was no longer interested in him. It was crazy how his mind spiraled into madness, but he couldn't help it. He contemplated giving her the pin over and over, but finally grabbed it when he got out of his truck. 

Max entered Jenna's apartment to find her on the couch, reading a book. As he shut the door behind him, Jenna got up off the couch and over to him for a hug. She snaked her arms under his and around his waist. She set her chin on his chest and looked up at him, smiling wide. 

"Hi," she sighed, looking up at him adoringly. All doubt went out the window when she looked at him like that. He placed both hands on the sides of her face and kissed her softly. 

"Hi," he whispered back. He ran his hand through her hair, feeling the cool softness of her. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She smelled amazing, as usual. He breathed her in deeply. 

"You OK?" she asked under his kiss, there was concern in her voice, and face as she pulled back and looked up at him, arms still wrapped around him. 

"Yeah," Max sighed, "Just a long week, glad it's over." They made their way into the kitchen and Max got himself a can of pop from the fridge. Jenna hopped up on the counter and told him about her day at work. Her eyes lit up when she spoke about work and the students. Max could tell she loved her job so much. He thought now was the perfect time to give her the pin. He pulled it out of his pocket; it was in a small purple box from the store. Max came closer to Jenna and stood between her legs. He held out the box for her and placed one hand on her knee. "This is for you," Max said, as she took it from him. She smiled, surprised at the gift. 

Nerves twisted his stomach in knots. It was so stupid to be so worked up over a fucking pin, he thought to himself. "I hope you like it." He said meekly. Jenna opened the box and Max stared at her face for a reaction. She looked down at it with a slight smile on her lips, and then she burst out laughing. She threw her head back and giggled, her laughter ringing through the apartment. She placed one hand on Max's shoulder and leaned in to kiss him. When she pulled back she had a huge smile. 

"I love it, how cute." She awed. She placed it up against her chest to see how it looked. Her smile widened and she kissed Max again. "Thank you, really, it's so cute! I'm going to wear it Monday!" She set the box aside and wrapped her arms around his neck. "That...was...so...thoughtful..." Jenna purred as she planted kisses on him between words. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer to her. 

"Really? You really like it?" Max stuttered, feeling insecure about the gift, still. 

"Yes!" she replied, "you know me and my pins! It's perfect, and personal, and thoughtful and very sweet." She answered, running her fingers through his hair, making Max's head tingle. He closed his eyes and moaned under her touch. Even though she was happy, and thankful, he still felt stupid about it. The act had instead of making him feel good, made him feel like a dope. He knew she wasn't a materialistic person, but still. 

"I dunno, you deserve better than a 6 dollar pin," Max sighed, looking down at the floor, pulling away from her, slightly. 

"What? Max..." Jenna started, she didn't care about the price, she loved the pin. It was so...her. She pulled on the front of his shirt, tugging him back towards her. "Stop it, I love it, I really do." Her hands roamed over his shirt, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. She rubbed over his shoulders and neck, feeling his thickness. "It was so sweet, you're so sweet." Her hands were now caressing his face, trailing through his stubble. 

"I'm not good enough for you," Max blurted out. He was even surprised he said it aloud. He looked up at her. Jenna's eyes were wide and her face turned into a hurt expression. 

"Why on earth would you say that?" she asked, her hands resting on the sides of his face. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows at him, visibly upset at his comment. 

"You're so..."Max started, not sure where this was going. He hadn't meant to say that. Sure, he thought it, but now that she knew he felt that way, he was more worried now. "perfect. You're so beautiful and sexy and just...perfect. And I'm...nothing." Max finished, looking into her eyes. Max had never seen Jenna look so sad. He shouldn't have said that.

Jenna sighed heavily. "Please Max, don't ever think that. I am not perfect. And you, you are NOT nothing. This past month with you has been so amazing. You are so sweet and caring." Jenna pulled him closer to her to close the distance between them. She wanted him to understand how she felt. She planted a kiss on his cheek, keeping her face close to his, "You are so fun to be with," another kiss on the other cheek, "you're funny," A quick kiss on the lips, "you're unbelievably handsome," her tongue flicked out and grazed his lips, making him open his mouth to her. She licked his top lip and nibbled it before planting another soft kiss. "You make me so happy. I love the things you say, the things you do, the way you touch me," she mumbled against his lips. She grabbed a hold of his hand and placed it on her thigh. He ran it up her thigh and between her legs to rub her gently over her clothes. She moaned into him, giving him another, deeper kiss. She pulled her face away and looked up at him, "I love you." she said. 

Max thought his heart stopped for a moment, but realized it hadn't because he could hear it pounding in his ears like a drum. His stomach twisted and his chest felt tight. His head spun and he stared at her for a moment, struck. Jenna inhaled sharply, waiting. She began to grow nervous. She had really just said that, 'can't take it back now, even if he doesn't say it back' she thought. 

"You do?" Max finally choked out. Jenna bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. Max exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. He leaned his forehead against hers and smiled to himself. "I love you so much." He replied back. He kissed her neck and buried his face in her shoulder, letting the happiness and excitement of her words overtake him. He pulled back after a few moments and Jenna turned to kiss his lips, and her sweet, soft kisses turned into heat. Jenna opened her mouth for Max and he explored her with his tongue. His arms wrapped around her back and he held her close as they kissed and nibbled each other's mouths.

Max lifted Jenna and walked into her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and pulled her bottoms off along with her panties. Jenna sat up and pulled off her top. Her breasts bounced out and jiggled without a bra on. Max's eyes greedily drank her in. He looked her body up and down, stopping at his favorite parts. Jenna stared in his eyes when he met her gaze. He smiled at her and kissed her again, leaning into her, forcing her to lie back down on the bed. 

Max's kisses moved from her mouth to her neck and down her collarbone. Max knew that was one of her favorite spots to be kissed. She gasped his name as his hand caressed her inner thigh. He purposefully rubbed and tickled her thighs, teasing her. He wanted the pleasure to build; he wanted her dripping wet for him. He wanted her to beg for him; to tell him she loved him over and over. He trailed down her body with his lips and tongue, stopping at her tits to suck and lick them. He took his time there. Max loved the taste of her skin, the feel of her nipple when he nuzzled it with his nose, the way her body arched up to meet him when he licked it. 

"Max, please." She moaned, her fingers frantically grasping at his hair. He could tell she was reaching her limit. She needed him. She wanted him. She loved him. Max smiled to himself, loving the effect he had on her. That never got old to him; the way she wanted him. It still surprised him, still made him hard, every single time. Max kissed at her tummy, rubbing his lips across her smooth skin. He kissed down to her pelvic bone and around to the inside of her legs. Jenna groaned, he could hear the raw desire in it. He loved teasing her like this. Hearing how much she wanted him, needed him. 

He positioned himself off the bed and got to his knees on the floor, leaning onto the bed with his elbows. His arms snaked under her thighs and he pulled her to him. He looked down at her pussy. Her lips glistened with wetness, her pink clit swollen with need and desire. He took one finger and ran it along her pussy, rubbing over her clit. Jenna gasped and squeezed Max's handful of hair she had. His finger slid down to her slit and his finger slipped in easily. She was wet and ready for him. He slid his finger inside and massaged her. He could feel her muscles tense and release around his finger. He loved that feeling. 

Max lowered his head and licked at her clit. He switched his gaze upward to look at Jenna as he licked her. She had her eyes closed and wriggled in pleasure at his touch. He licked over her clit and nibbled it with his lips. He set a steady pattern that he knew she liked. At the same time he kept his finger busy, caressing her, pulling it out and stroking her before thrusting it in again slowly. He switched to two fingers when he knew she was getting closer. 

He began to suck at her clit; one hand busy below, the other roaming over her tit, caressing and pinching her nipple. Jenna's breathing got heavier and he knew she was very close. Max pulled his finger out and spread her legs wider for him. His tongue dipped down and flicked over her hole, up to her pussy and finally her clit. Jenna gasped at the unexpected sensation of having her backside licked. They had never done anything anally, but that, just then felt amazing. It pushed her over the edge and she felt her orgasm shake through her. She arched against Max's face as he dove back down for more. He let go of her legs as she wrapped and squeezed them around his head. 

Max felt her orgasm rake through her, making her skin shiver and quake. He licked at her pussy, lapping up her sweet juices as she came. He loved the way she tasted. He couldn't get enough of it. He drank her as she came over and over, multiple orgasms shaking her. He felt her legs squeeze around his head, as they always did when she came from oral sex. Her hands pushed at his head, her clit over stimulated from the orgasm. She couldn't take him licking her any longer. He always liked to get one last nibble in just to make her crazy. His lips munched down on her tiny nub and she cried out his name, in pleasure and slight frustration. He smiled to himself. That's my girl, he thought. 

Jenna lay back on the bed, breathing heavy as Max crawled his way up to her. He straddled her and planted kisses on her face. She quickly began unbuckling his pants, wanting more of him already. Max's erection sprung from his pants as she struggled to get him out of his clothes. Max stood and undressed quickly. He crawled on top of her and she immediately wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. He slid into her so easily, she was still so wet. Max gasped at the feeling of her tightness surround him. She felt so good. He pumped into her slowly. His hand under her bottom, to pull her closer to him. Jenna moaned over and over as he plunged into her; one arm around Max's neck, the other caressing his face. 

Max looked into Jenna's eyes as he thrust into her. "I love you," he muttered, thrusting deeper into her, he wanted her to feel how much he loved her. "I love you," he said again. Jenna whimpered beneath him; gasping out, "I love you," back. One final thrust and Max felt his release come. He moaned deeply into her shoulder as he came. He pushed her down into the bed and she squeezed around him. They both lay breathing heavily; Jenna caressed Max's back as he lay on top of her, he didn't want to move. 

This had been the best day of this life. Everyday felt like the best day to him, but the next day always got better and proved him wrong. He wasn't sure how this day could be topped. All he knew was that she loved him. She really loved him, and nothing was going to take that from him. He would kill before he let that happen.



Never Let You Go Ch. 08



As the months went by, Jenna and Max grew closer. It was the beginning of June now and they had been together for over 5 months. School had gotten out a few days before but Jenna still had things she needed to do in her classroom before her summer break could officially begin. They had saved up enough money together to rent a cabin for the summer that they would share with other couples. Jenna and Max got it the first week of every month. Neither of them had ever had a rental cabin before and were very excited to have a getaway that was their own. The cabin was deep in the woods up north, near the bridge, a few hours from home. No t.v., no cell phone reception, no neighbors. Max liked that part the best. 

As much time as Max spent with Jenna, it never seemed like enough. He didn't want to smother her, but he couldn't stand being apart from her either. When she spent the day with Amy shopping or wanted to have a double date with their friends Max never complained or objected, but secretly it bothered him. He wanted Jenna all to himself. She was his; he didn't like sharing his time with others. He couldn't be himself around others, either. Jenna saw a side of Max no one else ever saw, not even Greg. Max had revealed a little more about his past, over the months Jenna pried and tried to get as much out of him as she could. He told partial truths. Stories and bits from his past that did really happen, they were just out of context, or left out the more problematic parts. 

He didn't like lying to her about things; about what had happened to him, about what he had done and where he had been. But what else could he do? He had it all now; her love, a job, a place of his own. He was happy. He wasn't about to fuck that all up by telling her about a past he wished he could forget. There was no point, the past was in the past, what's done is done. Jenna was his future. Jenna was his life, without her he didn't know what he'd do, who he'd be. But he told himself he'd never have to find out. 

****

Max waiting anxiously at Jenna's place, pacing her living room waiting for her to come home. He noticed he did that a lot, when he felt pent up, nervous or excited. He couldn't sit still, he needed to move. He had packed his bag and Jenna's for their week away. Not much to pack, a few things of clothes, they wouldn't be wearing much, he thought, expecting this trip to be a week full of sex, eating and more sex. Although he knew Jenna really wanted to hike and see the scenery around them. He doubled checked to make sure he had packed them both enough socks. 8 pair were plenty, he counted. He zipped up the bag and heard the door slamming from out in the living room. "Finally," he mumbled to himself, smiling. 

"Honey, I'm home!" Jenna shouted, mockingly. Jenna wanted to shower before they hit the road and Max joined her. They soaped each other up, cleaning each other's bodies, talking about the fun things they wanted to do this coming week. Jenna turned her back to Max and faced the water. She lifted her head up and let it rinse her off. As the water washed away the suds down Jenna's front, Max's hand caressed her hip; he rubbed her sides with both hands and kissed her back. His left hand slid down her stomach in between her legs. Jenna moaned and pushed her backside into him, his erection poking her in the middle of her back. 

"Oh my, I didn't know cabins got you so excited," Jenna joked, giggling to herself. She shut the water off and jumped out of the shower quickly. "Not yet!" she insisted, refusing him what he wanted. Max stepped out after her, lust and desire burning his eyes practically black. "Just wait until we get there! OK?" Jenna laughed and ran off into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Max sighed, but didn't follow. He looked down at his throbbing boner and shrugged at himself. 

An hour later they were packed up and about a half hour into their drive. Jenna flipped through the stations in Max's truck, while he draped his arm around her casually, holding her close to him. The truck had a bench seat so Jenna could sit right next to him. She could also lay down if she wanted to, which she really liked. The truck was big enough and had plenty of room. The sun had begun to set and cast pink and purple shadows over the darkening sky. It was a beautiful view as they drove. 

Jenna's hand rested on his chest, she loved to rub her hands over Max's body. The feel of his muscles under his shirt was sexy to her. She'd never been with such a man before. Someone so powerful, so beast-like. That's a funny way to think of it, she thought. But really, he was almost beast like. He was a strong, big man; he was scruffy and thick, he had such a raw sexuality about him that drove her crazy when they were together, and she loved every bit of him. There were no other drivers on the desolate road as they drove further out from civilization and closer to their destination. She figured now was a good a time to give him a little surprise. 

Max's eyes were on the road when he noticed his belt strap being pulled. He looked down to see Jenna's hands maneuvering the belt out of the buckle and the button being popped on his pants. He glanced at Jenna's face as his zipper came down and his sudden erection popped out. "That was fast," Jenna smiled up at him, raising an eyebrow. 

"Hey, I can't help the affect you have on my body," Max admitted, shifting his body so he could tug his pants down a little lower for her. Jenna's warm hand wrapped around his dick. The warmth of her hand and the feel of the pressure knocked the wind out of him. He exhaled sharply, and breathed in deeply. His eyes shifted from the road to Jenna as she stroked him slowly. She leaned closer, planting kisses on his neck, she bit down gently, nibbling his earlobe. Max unconsciously chuckled, his ears and neck were very ticklish. Jenna loved to take advantage of that and kiss him there whenever she could. 

She kissed his cheek and lowered her head down, planting kisses on the tip of his cock. It sent tingles up his chest, down his legs and to his balls. Max moaned loudly, setting his head back on the truck's window behind him. "I love you," he mumbled, as his right hand snaked through and grabbed hold of her hair. She moaned to him in response as her mouth opened and sank over his member. She took him all the way in her mouth and he felt his prick hit the back of her throat. Jenna had blow job skills he didn't even know were possible. The way she sucked and pulled on his dick was mind blowing. The best part was how she swallowed when he came. She never spit it out; she always sucked him off and swallowed it all. 

Jenna's hand pulled at his shaft as her tongue flicked the tip of Max's cock. Sensation rippling through him, he squeezed the handful of her hair he held and she swallowed him further, taking all of him in her mouth. Her mouth tightened around him as she pulled up and pushed down on him, sucking hard with each motion. It felt so good; feeling her lips around his dick, her tongue licking his tip. His mind began to get foggy; he knew his release was coming soon. 

Jenna picked up the pace on his member. Max tried to keep his eyes on the road as much as he could, but he loved to see the back of her head bobbing up and down like that, pleasuring him. Jenna moaned with him in her mouth, he could tell she was enjoying herself. She loved to please him, any way she could. She was such a good girl like that. Max felt the need building; he began to move his hips a little to her rhythm, unconsciously. The pressure in his balls tensed and he felt the orgasm come. Max moaned Jenna's name as he came in her mouth. Jenna's head bobbed down deeper on him as his load hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. She sucked at him making sure to get all the come off his dick, then licked her lips, getting any that was on there. "Holy shit, I love you," Max mumbled, breathing heavily. Jenna looked into his eyes and smiled. 

"I love you too." She whispered before cuddling up next to him for the rest of the drive. 

"That's my girl," Max muttered into her hair as she rested against him. 

* ***

Back home to the real world, their week at the cabin was over. It had gone by too fast, but they had so much fun together. They spent a lot of time cuddled in bed, making love, and talking. When they weren't holed up in the cabin naked, they were out exploring the trails; Jenna found a lot of neat things to add to her nature collection for work, for next year's class. Max was back to work and Jenna was doing some redecorating in Max's place. She said his place needed a woman's touch. He said as long as it wasn't pink, he'd be fine with any changes she wanted to make. 

4 o'clock finally rolled around and Max was headed home. He made a pit stop at the store for milk and a bouquet of flowers for Jenna. He called her on his cell to see if she was going to make something for dinner, wondering if he should grab something on the way, but he got no answer. He waited a couple minutes and tried again. Still no answer. That was weird, she always answered her phone. 

Once he got to his place, he saw that Jenna's car was in the lot. Maybe she's napping? He thought to himself. He walked into the complex building and down the hall to his door. It was unlocked and he quietly entered, thinking now maybe she really was napping, and he didn't want to wake her. He shut the door behind him and saw right away that Jenna wasn't asleep; she was sitting at the table. Her back was to him and her head was down, facing the table. 

"Hey baby," Max called out, kicking off his shoes and walking over to the table, he set down the milk and held the flowers out to her. "Surprise," Max said, smiling. Jenna wouldn't look up at him though. Max stared at her for a moment, "Jenna? Baby, you OK?" Max set the flowers down and knelt beside her, he set his hand on her shoulder and she leapt from the table suddenly, her body jerking violently. "Jesus!" Max shouted involuntarily, startled by her reaction. He stood, staring at Jenna's face, confused. 

Max took her in, noticing she'd been crying; her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her mascara had run, but had been smeared away. Her face twisted in what looked like fear and something else, but Max couldn't figure out what. What the hell had happened here, he thought. Jenna's breathing was choppy and deep, she seemed to be panicking, trying to catch her breath; something had her frightened. Her eyebrows furrowed at Max and he could see now that she was shaking, the paper in her hand shaking as well. What was that? Max looked down at her hand, she was gripping the document so tightly; it had crinkled up in a ball. 

"Jenna, what's going on?" Max asked, stepping towards her. 

"Don't!" She shouted, stepping back. Max stopped and gawked at her. He held his hands up to her, to show he would obey. 

"What is that?" He asked her, looking to the paper in her hand, waiting for a reply. 

"This?" Jenna held it up, she looked at the paper and back at him, she huffed at him and shook her head, tears filling up in her eyes, "These are just your parole papers." She spat out. At first Max didn't register what she had said, he was too shocked. He felt this strange sense of weight wash over him. It was pushing him down; he thought it was going to knock him over. Then the reality hit him and it knotted him up. It tightened his guts and squeezed his heart. No, he thought, no, no, no. Max stood there, just staring at her, his mouth hanging open, not at all capable of knowing what to say. He had never gone through this in his mind. He had no plan, no diversion, and no lies to fix this. He was royally fucked.

Jenna stood there, not even bothering to wipe away the tears as they streamed down her face. Max wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her there was a mix up, but he knew he couldn't. He too, just stood there, looking at her, as she looked at him. 

"You were in prison?" Jenna muttered, disgust in her voice and plastered all over her face. Max exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. He nodded his head. 

"For what?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Should I really even bother to ask, you'll probably just lie to me won't you?" She added, before he could say anything. "And your family, the things you say about them, they don't all add up, is any of that truth?" She was figuring it all out. Max should have known she would. Jenna was a smart woman. She had always been too smart for him, too good for him. This had been inevitable. 

"Answer me Max!" Jenna shouted, anger seeping from her words, Max had never seen her like this before. 

"No, I don't...I, yes I was in prison, for something stupid, it was just a fight. I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I didn't want to lose you. I'm sorry."

"And what about your family?" She added.

"I don't have one." Max answered coldly, looking off into nothing, knowing he had lost her. 

"So, you lied about your past, where you were before you moved here, your family, your whole entire fucking life is a big lie!" Jenna's voice rising with each word, the panic was building in her. "Is there anything that you have ever said to me, that wasn't a lie?" Max looked at her, watching the tears run, her face twisted in pain. 

"I love you, that was never a lie Jenna, I love you." Max muttered, knowing it would do no good. Jenna let out a short laugh, sneering at his words. She shook her head and threw the paper down onto the table. She grabbed her purse from the counter and marched to the door. Max stood bewildered, watching her leave. She was at the door when he realized he couldn't let this happen. Within seconds he was behind her, she had pulled the door open, but he slammed it closed in front of her. She jumped at his sudden arrival. She didn't turn back to face him, she kept her head down and her hand on the door handle. 

"Let me leave," she mumbled, her voice shaking. She was afraid of him. Shit, he thought to himself, that was not what he wanted.

"Jenna please, please don't do this." Max begged, his body right behind hers, his hand still up on the door, so she couldn't try to open it again. "Please, I love you so much, I can't lose you." Max felt the pressure in his chest worsen. He was going to cry. He never did, and he certainly didn't want to, but he was about to now. 

"Just let me leave," Jenna pleaded, her voice even shakier now. Max didn't want to frighten her more than he already had. He stood there, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want her to leave, but he didn't want to make things worse. He lifted his hand from the door and she immediately opened it and was gone. Just like that.

The only thing that meant anything to him, his entire existence, it was gone now. He had lost her. He leaned against the door and slid down to the floor. He sat there for a while staring at nothing and began to cry. It had been forever since he had cried. He didn't cry when he was convicted, he didn't cry every time the cops took him from his foster family, he didn't cry when he was beaten with the belt or the fist. He didn't really know when the last time was that he cried, but he was doing it now. 

That night Max sat there crying, and thought about what he should have said, what he could have done differently. He thought about when he first saw her, he thought about their first night together, their week at the cabin. He thought about her body, her smell, and the way she tasted. He sat for hours, reliving moments with her; remembering every inch of her. He thought about her sweet pussy and what it was like to be inside her. He thought about his cock in her mouth, and her swallowing his come. 

He wasn't going to let this happen. She was his. He had been good to her, he had been good for her. But more than that she had been for him. He needed her. She gave him a purpose, a reason to live. He couldn't just let that go. He could never let that go. He wouldn't let that go. He would do whatever it took, he would get her back.



Never Let You Go Ch. 09



Jenna pulled into her parking spot back at home, the tears had stopped and dried on her face. How could this be happening? She thought to herself. He had seemed so...genuine. She really thought he had loved her. She had been a fool, like always, trusting and naïve and willing to give herself to someone completely. And he had just lied and manipulated and fucked her and used her. He was no different than any other asshole out there. 

She went into her apartment and went straight to her bed, she lied down, face in the pillow and recapped the evening's events. She had gotten the mail for Max during the day; the key was on his counter. They didn't have any secrets from each other; it wasn't a big deal to get his mail. She wouldn't have even looked through it but the only thing in there was an envelope and the return address was from Michigan Corrections. She knew that meant prison or jail; something funky and couldn't help but open it, just to curb her curiosity. Max didn't have anything to hide, it wouldn't matter. But it had been a letter about his parole, and his next visit he needed to attend with his parole officer. 

At first Jenna's mind spun, shock seeping through her, her head buzzed and her vision tunneled to nothing but the center of the paper as she stared. Max had been in prison? It said in the letter he had been released from the Ionia Maximum Security Prison. That was about an hour and a half away from home. But how? Max never mentioned this. He had been in Minnesota before he came here. But then it began to sink in. 

No, he hadn't been in Minnesota; that was a lie. He had lied to her. The things he had done, they were all lies. Then she began to go over things he had told her about his life. The stories about his family, they didn't always add up. Sometimes he called his Grandmother, 'Grandma', and sometimes, 'Nana'; which isn't a big thing, but just kind of strange to not have a specific name for her. It had seemed a little weird to Jenna, but nothing worth questioning. 

But when Max talked about his life, about his family, he never seemed excited, or happy, or even upset. There didn't seem to be any emotion behind any of his stories. But when he talked about Greg, there was. There obviously was a strong bond there, you could tell in the way Max spoke about him; but not with any of his family. Now Jenna wondered if any of it was even true. 

She had sat at his table for who knows how long, contemplating all of this, wondering if she should be afraid. Had he murdered someone? Hurt a woman? Was he dangerous? Was he violent? He had never been with her, he had never even yelled at her, or cussed at her. He was such a sweetheart, but maybe that was all a façade. Maybe that's not who he really was. Jenna didn't even hear her phone go off when he called, she was too engulfed in her thoughts. 

Then when he came into the apartment she panicked. She hasn't decided yet how she wanted to handle the situation and Max was suddenly there, kneeling next to her, touching her and she couldn't take it. She couldn't handle the deceit and betrayal of being lied to day after day. She had left and never wanted to see him again. He had a lot of things at her place and she, at his. But she couldn't think about that right now, she'd figure out a way to get her things back, but right now she needed to have a conversation with Greg and Amy. Max hadn't been the only one lying to her. 

* *** 

Max sat at Jenna's kitchen table, it was past 7 o'clock and he couldn't understand where she was. She should be home by now, he thought. He still had a key to her apartment and had let himself in. He needed to talk to her, whether she wanted to or not. He had gotten a call earlier that day from Greg, letting him know Jenna had came by, frantic and very angry. She had demanded an explanation from Greg, and of course Amy had no idea about the lies they had been telling, but luckily she wasn't there and Greg spoke with Jenna alone. After a lot of begging in Greg's part she had agreed to not get Amy involved but was still very upset with Greg.

She had told him how she felt, like she was been used and manipulated and that crushed Max. The last thing Max wanted to do was hurt Jenna. And she was wrong about him, about his feelings, about his intentions. He needed to prove that to her, he needed her to see.

As the day turned dark, so did Jenna's apartment. Max sat in the darkness waiting for her. He didn't want to turn the light on for fear of alarming her, if she saw her light on, she wouldn't come inside. So there he sat, at the table, with nothing to do and nothing to see, just waiting. 

Max finally heard the key in the door around 9:30. His body tensed and his nerves rattled him to his core. He had gone over in his brain for hours what he would say to her. Now it was all gone. His brain was like pudding and his legs were like Jell-o as he stood. The door shut and he could hear Jenna moving around in the darkness, he was waiting for the light to come on, but it never did. He saw her figure move across the big window in her living room and head into the bedroom. There, she finally turned on her lamp on the dresser. 

Max slowly walked towards the bedroom. Not sure how he should get her attention, he didn't want to frighten her. He didn't want to see her turn and look at him with the same disgust and hurt she had the day before. Couldn't he just stand in the shadows and watch her? She doesn't know I'm here, he thought. He stood in the hall, out of sight watching as Jenna sat down on the foot of her bed. She sighed deeply; she looked so tired.

Max wanted with every bit of his being to go in there and hold her, touch her, kiss her. Make her forget all of this ever happened. He wanted to be inside of her, making her come. He wanted her to tell him she loved him over and over. But he knew that wasn't going to happen, and that's why he stayed in the darkness. 

Jenna ran her fingers through her dark hair and hung her head. Her face now covered. She started to shake and Max realized she was crying. Max closed his eyes, his heart burning in guilt. He didn't want to see this. He stepped into her bedroom, but she still didn't see him. 

"Jenna?" Max mumbled, quietly. Jenna jumped from the surprise and looked up at him from her bed. She gasped at him and quickly stood up. She stared at him for a few moments, Max couldn't read her expression. 

"Get out," She demanded, her voice quiet and weak. She had stopped crying, but sniffed and wiped at her nose. Max stood in her doorway, feeling uncomfortable and awkward. He took a few steps into her room and she backed up; her body visible tensing. "Max, I mean it, get out!" she said, her voice stronger this time. 

"Jenna..." Max trailed off; taking another few steps towards her. "Please, let me explain." He begged. He licked his lips, and tried to swallow, his mouth was unbelievably dry. 

"I don't want to hear it, I can't." She said, tears filling back up in her eyes. She shook her head at him and looked away, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

"Jenna, I love you. I'm not who you think I am."

"Yeah, I realize that," Jenna scoffed, crossing her arms.

"No, that's not what I mean. You think I'm a liar and that I used you, but that's not true. Yes, I did lie about my past. I couldn't tell you I had been in prison. You would've never given me a chance. Would you, a girl like you?" Max shook his head. "I needed to be somebody else, I needed a clean slate, I needed to be good enough...for you. So, yeah, I made up stories about having a family and a normal past and it was stupid, I know that. I wanted to tell you the truth, but I would say one thing and it led to another and it just kind of...snowballed, you know?" Jenna glanced up at him through slits in her eyes. "I didn't mean to lie; I had meant to tell you everything, when the time was right, it just hadn't come yet. And I never used you. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you. I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted this. I just wanted you." 

Max stepped closer to Jenna, and now he was standing right in front of her. He looked down at her, her frame tiny in comparison to him. She was hugging herself and seemed even more fragile and smaller than usual. She looked up at him, but didn't reply. Max took his left hand and placed it on her cheek. She pulled away quickly and walked around him. 

"Don't you dare touch me!" he hollered at him. She stood over by her dresser and faced him. "Get out of my apartment. I want you gone. I want my key and I want you gone, now!"

"I see you're going to need some more time before you're ready to talk about this. I understand. I'll give you a few days and I'll come back." Max smiled at Jenna, sadness in his voice and face. He walked out of her room and towards the door. 

"Max!" Jenna shouted after him. He turned in the darkness and she flicked on the kitchen light. "I'm serious; I want my keys, now!" She said, waiting. Max stood there for a moment contemplating, but he already knew what he was going to do.

"No," he said flatly.

"What do you mean no?" She asked, surprised.

"I mean no," he answered back casually, turned and walked out. 

* * * *

Max let a few days go by and figured it was time to try to talk with Jenna again. It had been horrible not being able to be with her. They hadn't gone a single day apart since they had been together that first night. After the first few nights and the initial shock of the break up wore off, he was just lost. He paced his tiny apartment, tension building in his heart, mind and body. He couldn't sleep and couldn't eat. He needed to see her. It was the weekend and he drove to her house during the day to see if she was home. Her car wasn't in the parking spot so he parked and waited. 

He sat for over 4 hours before she finally came home. As she got out of her car, she glanced over at his truck. She knew he was there. 'Good, now she'll know, I mean it. She'll see how desperate and sorry I am. She'll see how much I love her,' Max thought to himself. She ignored him and grabbed the things from her car. It looked like groceries and some bags from Target and the Dollar store as well. She had her arms full with bags and was headed for the door, this was a perfect time. He got out of his truck and walked over to her car; he grabbed the rest of the bags and closed her trunk. He made his way up her walkway to her door and Jenna came out. She looked up at him with disdain, and sighed loudly. 

"Max, put my stuff down, you're not coming in." She said through gritted teeth. She crossed her arms and stood in front of her door. 

"I'm not putting your stuff down, until I'm inside, sooo...we kind of have a problem." Max replied, smiling at her slyly, trying his best to make the situation light. Jenna stood there for a moment just looking at him. She shook her head and went back inside. Max was sure he heard her mutter, 'fine.' 

He came into her place and set the bags down on her kitchen table. She was putting her groceries away and avoided looking at him. Max stood in the kitchen, and then began taking the things out of the bags for her. He kept his eyes on her. She slammed the fridge closed and turned towards him. He was surprised at her face. She had tears running down her cheeks. 

"Just stop," she whimpered. Max walked over to her and stood in front of her. 

"Jenna..." he started.

"Please Max, please. Just...Stop. Can't you see that you're hurting me? Or do you not even care?" She put her face in her hands and rubbed her temples. 

"Of course I care. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, baby. I love you so much, please. I'm just trying to fix this. I just want-"

"You can't fix it, Max. We're not broken, we're just... done. Don't you get it? You lied to me. You were in prison! I don't want to be with you. I don't love you, now get out and don't ever come back." Jenna stared up at him, her jaw clenching tightly. She swallowed hard and Max could tell she didn't mean it. 

"You don't mean that," he replied, stepping so close to her she backed up against the fridge. She realized she was trapped. 

"Max, stop." She warned him, holding her hand up for him to not come closer. But he did. He grabbed her hand gently and placed it on his cheek. He leaned into it and closed his eyes, pretending that everything was OK. She began to pull her hand away, but he kept it there, his grip firm on her wrist. He knelt down slightly to be at level with her body and pressed his hips into her. His other hand tangled into her hair and he leaned his face into her neck. He breathed her in deeply. "Let me go." Jenna whispered to him. She was breathing heavily. Max wasn't sure if it was because she was afraid or if she was turned on, but he wanted to find out. Jenna had one of Max's favorite dresses on today. It was peach, sleeveless and knee length. He took his hand and ran it up the inside of Jenna's leg. Her body wriggled under his touch. Her hand was still stuck to his face, the other pushing on his shoulder, but he overpowered her by so much. 

"Don't you see Jenna, I can't let you go." He breathed at her. "I love you too much." He kissed her cheek and began to rub at her panties with his fingers. He was waiting to hear her moan like she did but instead he heard muffled sobs. He stopped and let her go. He stepped back from her and released her wrist. She pulled back from him and cowered. She didn't look turned on, she looked afraid. She looked absolutely terrified. "Jenna, I didn't mean to...I'm Sorry," Max muttered, feeling horrible at his actions, realizing what he was doing. He was acting like a monster. He turned and walked out of her apartment. 

Max's brain was buzzing with torment and guilt. He had frightened her. She would never be his again. He had fucked everything up. He drove around aimlessly and found himself back at the strip club he had visited so many months before. He found a seat and ordered several shots. It took a lot to get him wasted, but he hadn't drank since he had been with Jenna, she didn't drink, so he hadn't either. He was feeling the buzz numb his body. 

He wanted his heart numb. He wanted all the thoughts out of his head. He didn't want to remember the way Jenna felt. He didn't want to remember her taste, her touch. He heard her laughter in his head, thinking of her face and how it lit up when she smiled at him. Then he remembered her face when she came. How her eyes would close and her eyebrows furrowed together. She would bite down on her lip and squeeze his body with whatever she had; her legs wrapped around his head, or her hands entangled in his hair. Max began to get hard. He wanted her so bad. But what could he do? She didn't want him back. 

"Hey big fella, I remember you," I throaty voice whispered at him. He turned his head slowly to see the girl from before. She sat down at his table and crossed her legs. She smiled at him and left her hand grazing his arm. He looked down at it and pulled away. He looked back down at his drink, it was empty. He called for another, his words slurred. The bartender told him he'd had enough. Max humphed at him and pulled out his wallet to pay and got up to leave. "Going already, sweetheart, I was hoping we could have some fun, like last time?" She stood with him, leaning into his body, her hands trailing his chest. Max looked down at her, seeing glimpses of Jenna in her, like before. His mind buzzed and his stomach knotted. Jenna. His cock stiffened. Jenna.

"Let's go somewhere more private," He mumbled at her, walking towards the door. 

"The rooms are back there," she replied, not following. 

"I don't mean here," he answered and walked outside. She followed behind him, but stopped.

"Hey, I gotta work honey." She called after him. He turned to her, and held up his wallet.

"I got alotta money. You should come with me," She stood there, contemplating her situation. 

"Give me ten," she answered and sauntered back into the sleazy club. Max waited in his car for 15 minutes and she finally came out with her things. She got inside his truck and asked where they were going. He didn't answer. He just drove back to his place. Once he got there, he walked up to his apartment, the girl trailing behind, trying to keep up with him in her massively high heels. He unlocked his door and opened it, leaving the door open for her to come in. 

He made his way over to his closet, where he had a few things he wanted. He got them out and laid them on the bed. The stripper came over to him and sat down on his bed. "How much we talking, baby?" She asked, touching his leg. 

"500."

"Holy shit, for what?" She asked, standing up for the bed. She was nervous about whatever proposition he was about to give her, but he didn't notice. 

"You put these on, where this," he answered pointing to the items on the bed. She looked down, confused. There was a crème cardigan and a floral infinity scarf on the bed, along with a bottle of perfume. He wanted her to wear clothes and perfume for five hundred bucks? 

"Ok, what's the catch?" She asked. Pulling the sweater on over her tight, thin, black dress. She sprayed a few squirts of perfume on her neck and wrists. It smelled like flowers. Not really her favorite scent, but it was OK. She finished with the scarf over her head. Not her style at all, it was too...good girl. 

"You need to do exactly what I say, do you understand?" Max asked, his voice was cold and hard. This man was creepy, she thought. Something was wrong with him. Problems with a girl, she guessed. Jenna, she had remembered, he had called her Jenna before. 

"You want me to be...Jenna?" she asked, checking to see if she was on the right track. He sat on the bed and looked at her. He nodded slowly. "Ok honey, whatever you want," 

"Don't talk like that. She doesn't talk like that. She calls me Max, not sweetheart, not honey, just Max. And her voice is higher, make your voice higher. Now come here," she sat down on the bed next to him and he went over rules and things she needed to say and do. He was meticulous. She wasn't going to remember all of this. What the fuck was wrong with him? Were they even going to do anything tonight? She wondered, it was almost 2 a.m. 

He instructed her on how to wear her hair and makeup from now on when she came there. He wanted her to come to his place every night after work this week. In this outfit, with her perfume, talking like her, acting like her. He wanted her to pretend to be his girlfriend. She was supposed to ask him about his day and lie about her day as a school teacher, of all things. He told her how to moan and the things to say when they were going to fuck and where to put her hands and legs when he was eating her pussy. This was bizarre, she thought. Way bizarre, but he promised her money and that's all that mattered to her. 

"Turn around," he said to her, when he was done giving her the rundown of his obsession. She stood and turned away from him. She stood waiting. The light turned off in the room and only the moonlight shone in now. Max came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist slowly. He set his head on her shoulder and dug his nose into her neck. He sniffed deeply, letting the smell take him over, letting Jenna fill his mind completely. "Thank you baby, for giving me another chance," Max mumbled into her shoulder. 

"Of course," the girl posing as Jenna replied, remembering what Max had insisted she say to him tonight. "I'm your girl, I'll never leave you, I promise. I love you so much, Max." Max growled into her, his hard on growing. 

"I love you Jenna, I love you so much." He moved her hair out of the way and licked her neck. She giggled and pulled away, but Max held her strong. His hands pulled her dress up around her waist and he yanked her panties down. His fingers greedily dove into her pussy. She wasn't wet though. He began to rub at her clit slowly, trying to keep the fantasy real. But Jenna was never NOT wet when they were together. This was ruining it for him. Max sighed, frustrated and decided to change positions. 




Never Let You Go Ch. 09



Max sat down on the edge of the bed after removing all his clothes. The woman knelt down in between his legs and tickled his thighs, planting kisses up and down. Max lay back onto the bed and caressed her head, "Mmmmm, that's my girl." Max muttered as she took him in her mouth. Her mouth was so warm. He remembered when she gave him road head on their way to the cabin. He remembered how she gave him more on the way back from the cabin. He came quickly. 

She swallowed and told him how much she loved his cum. He stood and pushed her down on the bed, face first. He yanked the panties completely off and positioned himself on top of her, between her legs. He stopped to put a condom on. Deep down, he knew she could have something, but those thoughts weren't infiltrating his fantasy right now. 

"Tell me you want me." Max whispered in her ear, caressing her back. 

"Yes Max, please. I want you inside me now." She whimpered at him, pushing her backside up to him. He grabbed a hold of her hips and slid into her slowly. He waited to feel the tightness and squeeze of Jenna's sweet pussy, but it didn't come. This girl was loose and didn't feel like Jenna at all. 

"God Dammit," Max yelled, pulling out of her. "I need it tighter." he positioned himself again but this time slid his member slowly into her ass. He hadn't done anal with Jenna but he needed it to feel like her. This girl's pussy was disgusting and wouldn't do. She moaned loudly, and squeezed around his shaft as he slid all the way into her. Max groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her surround him. She was so tight. He imagined it was Jenna's pussy, not this whore's ass. He slid in and out of her slowly, waiting for her to say her lines. She moaned the way she was supposed to, she mumbled ' I love you's' and told him over and over how big he was and how good he felt. 

He picked up the pace in his thrusts and slammed into her harder and harder. He usually wasn't rough with Jenna; he was too big for that. He needed to be gentle with her, but with this girl, he didn't care. He fucked her hard and fast. She began to moan and cuss loudly, which wasn't a part of the plan and he clamped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. He slammed into her one last time and felt his load shoot into the condom. He pulled out quickly and went to the bathroom to remove the condom and clean up. 

When he came out the girl had taken off the items and put her dress back on correctly. He paid her, put the cardigan, scarf, and perfume into a bag and handed it to her. "Come back tomorrow night," was all he said before pushing her out the door and walking into the bathroom. 

"How the fuck am I supposed to get home?" she yelled at him through the door, but he was already in the shower, and even if he had heard her, he didn't care.



Never Let You Go Ch. 10



The summer dragged on; humid muggy days, mosquito infested nights. Max spent weekdays at work and evenings outside Jenna's apartment until it was time to go home and meet up with his creation of Jenna. She didn't come over every night; he didn't have that much money, but most nights. Some nights were really good; Max really could feel Jenna there with him. Other nights weren't so good and would end in Max lashing out in anger and physically throwing the girl out of his place. But then school started back up and things began to change. 

Once September rolled around her routine got more orderly. Jenna would come home almost every day at 4:30. Max began sitting out on her patio furniture so she had to see him when she went to her door. At first it frightened her; she wasn't sure what exactly he was capable of. Did he want to hurt her? She really didn't think so, but she'd seen lots of crazy things on T.V. 

She had told him for the first week, every night, to go home and leave her alone; she threatened to call the police, but never did. She didn't want to get him into legal trouble, especially if he was on parole. She knew she was being too nice, too easy on him, but she couldn't help it, it was her nature. He had hurt her with his lies, but after a while of this she began to rethink his feelings for her. The idea of him using her and manipulating her was fading. She began to realize that his feelings for her were strong, whatever they were; love or obsession, she wasn't sure, but he wasn't bluffing when he had said he wouldn't let her go. 

He told her every time that he loved her, pleading with her to talk to him, to take him back. She began to ignore him, she wouldn't look at him, and she just unlocked the door and went inside. Max would always get up from her chair outside and stand by the door as she unlocked it. He would lean against the wall and watch her, even though it was only for 30 seconds. He always said hi and asked 'how are you?' She hoped maybe ignoring him would cause him to realize it was really over and he could move on. She didn't want this for him, not for either of them. She didn't want him to know but it was so hard for her to see him. 

A part of her was angry about the lies and scared that he was an ex-convict. But another part of her, a big part of her, still loved him. Still found him incredibly sexy and handsome. A part of her strangely was turned on by his past; the fact that he was such a hardened man, but had let her in. Had let his guard down and been sweet to her. Had treated her with kindness and sweetness that she had never had with any other man. 

And the sexual attraction they had was undeniably strong. She still thought about him at night, when she was alone, touching herself. She thought about his strong arms and his broad chest. How good he felt when he was on top of her. How protected she had felt with him. Knowing no one could hurt her with him by her side. But she had never considered he could be the one doing the hurting.

Jenna began to notice that Max wasn't just at her home after work, sometimes on the weekends he was at the store when she was; if she out to lunch, he would be sitting at a table nearby. He never said anything to her, just kept his distance and watched her. So she ignored him and went on with her business. After about a month of this, Jenna began to accept what was happening, it just became a part of her day and it didn't bother her anymore. She didn't get nervous walking up to her door; she didn't worry when he was watching her eat dinner with friends. She just accepted it as Max being Max. 

October came and autumn was Jenna's favorite season. She loved the beautiful colors of the trees, the smell of the wind on a cloudy, cool, evening, the sound of the dried leaves rustling across the parking lot at work as she walked to her car. This time of year put Jenna at a sense of ease. It made her relaxed and feel warm inside, even though the weather was cooling. She couldn't explain what it was about fall, but it just did something amazing to her. 

One evening she came home, a little later than usual, she had stopped at the store and bought decorations and Halloween treats for her students. She was feeling the spirit of the season and was very happy. She walked up to her door and of course, there was Max waiting on her patio. He stood slowly and took the few steps to her side and leaned his massive frame against her apartment wall. He stuffed his hands his pockets, it was obvious he was cold. The temperatures were in the 50's this time of month and got even colder as the sun went down. But yet, there he was still. 

"Hi," He said, smiling down at her. She looked up at him and could see the excitement in his eyes of finally getting to see her today. His dark orbs burned into her and she smiled back at him quickly. 

"Hi Max," she replied. Max's face changed, surprise filling his features. He couldn't believe she had spoken to him; she hadn't done that in over a month. Max straightened his body as she unlocked her door. Bewildered at this change of events Max's brain spun, trying to think of what to say next. "You need help?" he asked quickly, seeing an opportunity to take this further. Jenna frowned, a look of questioning herself on her face.

"Uhhhhh." she mumbled, thinking, she stepped through her apartment door and turned back towards him, "Sure, there's some bags in my trunk still." She walked inside and Max jumped to get the bags from her car. His hands were shaking as he grabbed them and closed her trunk, he couldn't believe this was happening. His heart beat so fast and hard he grew dizzy with excitement. He remembered the last time he had been inside her apartment, how he had helped her with her bags and it had turned into a very bad experience for both of them. He pushed that from his thoughts and tried to focus on the now. He was in her place now and he needed to make the right choices this time. 

He set the bags on her table and stood in the kitchen, wringing his hands together, trying to think of the safest approach. He watched her as she pulled the things out of the bags, her back to him. His eyes scanned over her body. Her dark hair fell almost to her backside; it had grown longer over the summer. His eyes scanned lower and stopped at her ass. He watched it for a while as she moved around, setting things down, pulling things out of the bag. He loved her ass. The roundness of it, the strong muscle that made it high and tight. He remembered running his hands over it while she would sit on top of him. 

Max began to feel his cock harden and decided he needed to take it easy. All his mind and body was telling him to do was to take her, right there. She'll love it; he told himself. But he pushed those thoughts away, he had been wrong before and he'd be wrong again. He couldn't handle her rejecting him again. 

"So," Jenna turned towards him and leaned against the counter, forcing a smile, it was still beautiful but not as beautiful as her real one. Max could tell she was tense, uncomfortable. It broke his heart that this was where they were at.

"How did we get here, Jenna?" Max blurted out, the thought in his head escaping his lips before he had thought it through. He expected Jenna to yell, tell him it was all his fault, because he was a liar and a manipulator. But she didn't. She frowned and curved her eyebrows, making a sad face. She opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped and sighed. She looked up at him, her eyes burning with sadness. 

"I don't know," She mumbled, shaking her head at him. She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said again, her voice more strong that time; she pushed off the counter and stood up straight. "But...Max, what you've been doing, it has to stop." She looked at him, pain in her eyes. Max looked down at the floor, feeling the rejection once again wash over him like a wave of nausea. He nodded slowly in response to her. "I know you love me, I do. But, you have to stop doing this to yourself. OK? It's not healthy. And it's not...fair, to either of us." 

Jenna stepped closer to Max, even with the words she was saying to him, she felt the heat rising for him. He looked so lost, so beaten down by her words. "Max, I don't want to hurt you; I just want you to move on." She stood in front of him now, looking up at his hung head. He made eye contact with her and she felt the desire building in her chest and in between her legs. God, he was so ridiculously good looking. Why did he have to be so damn good looking? 

"That's not going to happen," he responded quietly. His arms hung at his sides, his shoulders slumped. It wasn't a threat, it didn't sound like he meant for it to frighten her. It was just a fact. Jenna's face pained at his response. She knew this was going to be difficult for both of them, but Max looked like he was on the verge of tears. Jenna opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say and just shook her head. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. 

She felt his hand graze her cheek gently and opened her eyes. She should have pulled away, she knew that. She couldn't say one thing to him and then act another way. She didn't want to confuse him, confuse herself. But she couldn't move. The touch of his hand felt so damn good. His fingertips caressed her cheek down to her lips. They parted involuntarily and she took in a sharp breath. He looked down at her lips and licked his own. He stepped closer to her body and traced her bottom lip, then her chin with his thumb. He leaned down to her and Jenna muttered his name to stop.

Max ignored her plea and slowly placed his lips on hers. The kiss was so gentle, his lips barely touched hers, but it shot electricity through Jenna. He kissed her again, a little harder this time; he opened his mouth to close his lips around her bottom lip and sucked at it gently. Jenna felt her insides turn and flip and her pussy felt like it was on fire. He groaned into her mouth as his hands cradled her face. He kissed her again, slipping his wet tongue in between her lips and massaging her with it. Jenna's hands rested on his chest and she felt his chest muscles flexing as he ran his hands through her hair and down her back, pulling her closer to him. She kissed him back, feeling her head spin. She wanted his clothes off, on top of her, right here on the kitchen table. 

But before she could even pull at his shirt, he let go of her and stepped back. He breathed deeply and smiled at her, shyly, his dimples deepening on his stubbled cheeks. His face was flushed and his eyes twinkled. Jenna looked at him, surprised and confused. "Thank you," Max said to her. 

"What?" Jenna asked, she didn't understand why he was thanking her. 

"Thank you," he said again, his smile got bigger. He stepped back towards her and put his hands on her shoulders; he took a strand of her hair in-between his fingers and played with it. "That was just what I needed." Jenna sighed and her shoulders slumped, she had done it. Said one thing and done another. Put thoughts in Max's head she didn't want there. Shit. Max tilted his head and frowned down at her, "What?" 

"Max, that shouldn't have happened," she grumbled, stepping away and putting her palms to her forehead, whacking herself for her own stupidity. She raked her hair with her fingers and groaned to herself. She walked out to the living room, needing to put space between them, but Max followed her. 

"No, I understand. You need time. I can give you that. I will, I'll give you that." Max said, nodding his head at her. A smile broke out on his face again and he laughed to himself. "You still love me, I can see it. But you're not ready, and that's OK. I can...I can wait." Max leaned in and pecked Jenna on the cheek. "I love you." He whispered in her ear, and then walked out of her apartment. Jenna stood there in silence, not sure of what she had just started. 

Max felt elated. The night had turned out so perfect. Being able to touch Jenna again, kiss her, feel her skin, it was so euphoric. She still loved him, he knew it, and she hadn't denied it. He just had to be patient, give her the space and time she needed. She would be his again. 

Later that night when his Jenna imposter came by, he told her to give him the things back and that he never wanted to see her again. When she got upset about not getting his money any longer he turned violent. Max grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. 

"You're going to get the fuck out and don't ever come back." Max growled through clenched teeth.

"How about I tell your little girlfriend about us, hmmmm." She threatened, thinking that would get her somewhere. It didn't. He tightened the hold on her neck and she couldn't breathe. 

"You go anywhere near her I will kill you. Do you understand?" She struggled to grab at his hands. "Do you?!" he screamed in her face. His dark eyes burning with hatred, he was frightening when he was angry. She shook her head yes as hard as she could. He let her go and she dropped to the ground, coughing and catching her breath. 

"Now get the fuck out," he opened the door and waited while she grabbed her things and ran out. He slammed it behind her and went to sit on his bed. He didn't feel sorry; he didn't feel ashamed at how he had just treated her. All he felt was happy and excited and couldn't wait to talk to Jenna again tomorrow. He looked up at his wall and smiled to himself, smiled at her. Jenna was plastered all over his wall. Pictures he had taken of her when they were together. Pictures of just her, of them together, pictures she didn't know he had taken, after they had broken up. They filled his room. He lay back and unzipped his pants. He needed release after the night he had, had with her. 

He grabbed Jenna's sweater that was sprayed with her perfume. He shoved his nose in it and inhaled her sweet scent, slowly stroking his member. The smell was intoxicating to him, his drug. He exhaled deeply and inhaled again, thinking of Jenna, what she had looked like tonight, what her lips had tasted like. It took only a few minutes for him to feel the tension building in his cock. The tingling started in his balls and spread down his legs and up his chest as he came. He breathed her in one more time as he shot the last of his load. 

****

Weeks went by as the weather got cooler, Halloween passed and the nights got chilly. It became almost unbearable for Max to sit out in the cold, but he still did it. They spoke to each other briefly every time. Small talk, ending with Jenna telling him to go home, to stop acting crazy, that it was too cold for him to be out there. His rebuttal was always to let him come inside, but she hadn't since their kiss. She knew it was a bad idea and told herself every time she got out of her car and walked up to her doorstep, 'do not let him in.'

Max knew Jenna needed time, but he was beginning to grow impatient. He needed her. He started to grow frustrated, not at her, but just at the situation. One night she came home and Max was in a particularly agitated mood.

"How come you're home so late?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm, he didn't want to nag, or sound possessive, but it was almost 8 at night and it had been freezing out there. He had gone back into his truck and sat until she finally came home, it was so cold. He got out of his truck and was now following her up her walkway. He placed a quick kiss on her cheek when she got to the door, sneaking it in without her approval. 

"Max," she sighed, looking down at her keys in her hand. "Go home." He frowned down at her, she looked different. Nervous? Upset? Sad? Something was going on she wasn't telling him about. 

"What's the matter?" He asked, concerned. He placed his hand on her shoulder and crouched his body down slightly to try to meet her fallen gaze. "Jenna?"

"Not tonight Max please, it's been a really...long day. OK?" She looked up at him, before turning to open her door up. He could see now that she had been crying. 

"Hey, no, tell me, what's wrong?" He tried to follow her into her apartment but she turned at the doorway to stop him. 

"Go home, please. I can't, I just can't do this tonight." Jenna begged. But Max wasn't leaving; he needed to know what was wrong. It was his job to make her feel better. To do whatever he could to help. He wasn't going to just leave her like this. She needed him, whether she knew it or not. 

"Jenna, let me in." He placed his hand on the doorframe and waited. She looked into his eyes; he could see the hurt there. He just didn't know what the cause was. She shook her head no and tried to close the door. He lifted his hand off the frame and grabbed the side of the door before it could close. "Jenna, just let me in. We both know I can get in one way or another. I don't want it to be like that...let me in, OK?" Max said, the words threatening, but his voice calm and concerned. Jenna sighed, stepped back and walked over to her sofa. She sat down and hung her head. 

Max let himself in and shut the door behind him. He walked over and sat down next to her. He would wait, he decided, until she was ready to talk. He placed his hand on her back and rubbed slow circles on it, trying to help. He was lost; he had no clue what was bothering her. 

"Nonnie died." She finally mumbled out after a few minutes of sitting in silence. Jenna wasn't close to her family, she had a distant relationship with most of them, no relationship with some; but she had always been very close to her mother's mom, her Italian grandmother that she called, Nonnie. The rest of the family wrote her off as an old nuisance, but not to Jenna. 

Max knew how much she had meant to her and now understood the pain she must be feeling. His heart broke for her; he too, cared a lot for Jenna's Nonnie. She had been very kind to him when they had gone to visit her. She had been kooky and funny and told stories that made him laugh and felt like he was at home with her. He had never had a real family, but when he had been with Jenna and her Nonnie, he felt like he belonged to one. 

Max's chest burned in pain for Jenna and for her grandmother. He hugged her tightly and she squeezed him back. She needed this right now; he knew she needed him to be there for her. He held her as she cried into his shirt, staining it repeatedly with tears and mascara. She would stop for a while and lean on him, and then would start up again. He leaned back on the couch, pulling her with him; she now lay on top of him. He pet her head and whispered into her ear that everything was going to be ok, that she was at peace, that Jenna would be fine, little things that he hoped would help, but was sure didn't. 

Jenna told Max about the phone call from her mother, she was angry and hurt and began to cry as she explained the story. Then she began talking about her favorite things about her Nonnie, what she'd miss the most, what her favorite things about her were. Finally late into the night, Jenna dozed off in his arms. Max carried her to bed and laid her down. He looked over her face, eyes puffy and reddened from crying. Her mouth was open to breathe since her nose was stuffed up. Max traced her face down to her chest and further to her hips. His hand lingered and he wanted so bad to touch her between her legs. But he knew now wasn't the time for that, as much as he wanted it to be. Max tucked her in and left her to sleep, leaving a note on her table to let him know if she needed anything. 

****

Jenna woke late the next morning; luckily it was Saturday, so no work today for Jenna. It took her a moment to realize it was morning and tried remembering what had happened the night before. Max had been there, she had told him about her Nonnie. Tears filled her eyes and her stomach hurt from the pain. Her Nonnie had passed on Monday, her mother finally had told her yesterday, AFTER the funeral had taken place. Jenna had been livid that no one had told her. She had been so close with her Nonnie and to not be told, to not be there at the funeral- it was a slap in the face. But that was her family. 




Never Let You Go Ch. 10



Jenna questioned how she had gotten into bed, she didn't remember going in her room on her own. Max must have moved her. She got up to get something for breakfast, she hadn't been able to eat at all yesterday after speaking with her mother, she had been too angry. She wobbled into the kitchen, her eyes fuzzy from sleep and her legs stiff. She found the note on her table Max had written her. She scanned over it and set it back down. She got food out and made herself scrambled eggs with toast. 

As she was cooking she thought about Max, about how he had insisted he come in. At first she was angry that he was being so boorish, that he wasn't taking no for an answer. And she just hadn't had the energy to fight him last night. But that was how he was. Letting him in had been a good idea, in the end. She had been able to tell him about her Nonnie, and what happened with her mother. She had been able to get her anger out and cry and be held. It didn't ease the pain of losing her much, but it still felt nice to have someone there for her. She appreciated that he had been a gentleman and tucked her into bed. She owed him a thank you, she thought. She would go see him later that evening, to tell him. 

****

Max sat on his bed, looking at his wall of pictures. He was contemplating going over to Jenna's when he heard a light knock on the door. It surprised him, not expecting anyone. He got up and opened the door, this was a crummy neighborhood and it wouldn't be the first time a weird neighbor had knocked on the door looking for a few bucks or a ride to the liquor store. 

But when he opened the door the air left his lungs, it was Jenna standing there. She looked stunning. She had a burnt orange sweater on over tight blue jeans, with a navy blue scarf wrapped around her neck loosely. Her hair hung in waves around her face. She looked cozy and warm, and so inviting. After the initial amazement of her being on his doorstep passed, he panicked. She would want to come inside and he had all those pictures of her up. How was he going to explain that? 

"Hey," Jenna said, quietly. She seemed slightly uncomfortable being there. "Sorry I should've called first huh?" She continued, reading the look on his face. Max shook his head and cleared his throat.

"No, no, its fine. Hi." He answered. 

"May I...come in?" She asked, meekly; feeling unsure of being there. He didn't look happy to see her, which caught her off guard. 

"Uhhh..." He hesitated; looking back quickly at his apartment then returned his gaze back to her. "Sure, of course. Come in, sorry." He stuttered, apologetically. He smiled at her nervously and opened the door wider for her to come in. He felt his stomach knot up, but not in the excited way it usually did when he saw her. He was afraid of how she was going to react; he knew this wouldn't go well. How stupid, he should have stayed at her place last night; he shouldn't have left her, what had he been thinking? 

Jenna walked into his place and looked around slowly. Her gaze finally fell on his wall by his bed. Her back was to him and Max couldn't see her reaction. She walked closer to the wall and stood there for a few moments. Max held his breath, waiting. He heard Jenna "hmmm" to herself then turned towards him. She didn't look scared or angry. It didn't even seem to faze her. Max exhaled finally and smiled at her, nervously.

"Uh, I can explain that," he started, walking towards her. He rubbed at the back of his head, grabbing a hold of his hair. She held up her hand to him and shook her head.

"Don't worry about it Max, it's uhhh...it's not a big deal." Jenna could now clearly see how strong Max's obsession was with her. She knew this kind of behavior was not normal, but that wasn't what she had come there to discuss. She owed him a thank you, regardless. "I wanted to come and say thank you for last night." She watched Max's expression change drastically. The lines in his face softened and his shoulders relaxed. He let go of the tight grip he had on his hair and exhaled deeply at her words. This calmed him, she could tell. 

"You don't have to thank me Jenna; I will always, always be there for you." Max shook his head, taking one long stride to close the gap between the two of them. Max could tell she seemed better than she had been yesterday. She looked refreshed and calm. She didn't appear to have been crying today, her eyes had lost their puffy redness they had last night. Max smiled down at her and looked into her eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments, neither knowing what to say next. 

"So, what are you up to tonight?" Jenna asked, finally breaking the silence and heat that was beginning to build between them as they stared at each other. She walked over to his table and leaned against it, casually. 

"Uh, nothing really." Max shrugged at her. "I was thinking about checking on you a little later, but you're here, so, I don't have to do that now." Max still couldn't believe she was here, in his apartment. It had been too long. His mind raced with all the things he wanted to do to her, there on the table, in the bed, in the shower. He looked her up and down, but then quickly reminded himself, that she could still be vulnerable. "Are you doing OK?" He asked her. He should have asked her that sooner, he was being selfish. She looked down at the floor, sadness sweeping over her face. She took a deep breath and let it out quickly. She looked up at him from across the room and nodded. 

"Yeah, I'm better. It's still really hard, but today's a little better than yesterday." She pressed her lips together and kept nodding to herself. Max knew Jenna wasn't a drinker, but thought with certain circumstances; just maybe she'd want one. 

"Well, I have some whiskey if you're interested in drinking all the bad shit away." Max offered, walking over to the cupboards and pulling the half empty bottle out. He had drunk a few nights, when it got too hard for him to bear losing her. He had bought a lot more bottles than just that one, but this was all that was left. 

"Eeeewww," Jenna moaned making a gross face at him. She smiled and thought for a moment. "Oh what the hell, sure. Pour me glass, or a shot, or however you drink it." She replied, making Max laugh, her naivety was so adorable to him. She sat down at the table and he set a small glass of the whiskey in front of her and sat beside her with his own. She grabbed hold of the glass and looked at him, waiting to see how he drank it first. He shot it back quickly and swallowed it all. He bared his teeth at the burn of the alcohol. "Oh boy," Jenna muttered, she put the glass to her lips, refusing to smell it and threw her head back quickly, swallowing the liquid. 

Jenna's face scrunched up and she shook her whole body, sticking her tongue out, she groaned, "Blehhhh." And set the glass down. "Oh yuck, that was gross." Max tilted his head to one side, smiling at her, admiring her. "I'll have another," she pointed to the bottle and looked at him. 

"Yes ma'am," he replied, pouring her another drink. They sat like this for 15 minutes or so, talking and laughing and making noises and silly faces at the horrible taste of the whiskey. Max barely felt the alcohol affecting him, since he had built up a resistance to it over the summer. Jenna on the other hand was getting drunk, he could tell. She had taken 4 shots of whiskey and said she couldn't handle anymore. Max left the bottle on the table and sat on his bed, watching Jenna as she wandered around his apartment aimlessly. She opened his closet, for no reason and found her belongings Max had kept. 

"There they are!" she shouted out, her words slurred. "Why you have these?" she asked, her sentence broken. She spun around to face him and her head wobbled, "Whoa, too fast." She mumbled to herself. She held her scarf in her hand and walked over to Max on his bed. She looked down at him through a mockingly angry look. "Why'd you keep my stuff?" she asked, shaking the scarf in his face. Max grabbed her wrists and pulled her down onto the bed next to him. She willingly sat down. 

"I needed something," Was all he answered back. 

"Oh what, all those pictures aren't good enough?" She asked, throwing her scarf up in the air. There was a comedic tone to her voice. Max could tell she wasn't taking it seriously, just giving him a hard time. "Coming to my house every day? Following me to the store and to lunch..." Jenna trailed off, looking over at him. She let out a big sigh and slumped. "I thought the whiskey was supposed to make me feel better?" She asked, changing the subject suddenly. "I don't feel better." 

"It'll take time, but everything's going to be ok." Max answered, placing his hand on her back. He ran his hand up to her shoulder and rubbed at it. She leaned into his hand and moaned. "Let me make you feel better," Max whispered to her, she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Max gently pushed Jenna back onto his bed and she lay down with him. 

"Max, what're doing?" Jenna mumbled, rubbing her eyes, she felt sleepy and the room spun slowly. She could tell she was drunk, but she knew what was about to happen, and she wanted it to. It had been so long since she'd felt his touch, she just wanted to feel something...good. Anything was better than what she'd been feeling lately. 

"I just want to make you feel good. Just lay back and let me take care of you. Will you let me do that? Hmmm?" Max whispered in her ear as he lay his body out next to hers. Jenna nodded her head, her eyes closing. He kissed her lips and down to her neck. He shifted his body on top of hers, straddling her so he didn't put any of his weight on her and unwrapped the scarf from her neck and tossed it on the ground. He kissed down her collarbone and moved his body once more so that he could remove her pants. He unbuttoned the jeans and kissed her hips as he pulled them off. His lips trailed across the top of her panties, brushing against her skin and Max felt himself stiffen. 

He threw the jeans down on the floor and crawled back up to her, she lay there, gazing at him through half opened eyes. He could tell she needed him, she needed release. He wanted to make her feel good. He slid his hand up her thigh and she opened her legs slowly for him. He lay alongside her body and nuzzled into her hair as his big, thick fingers trailed over her panties. He felt her softness. He grazed over the fabric a few times, working her up. She sighed and pushed her forehead against his. 

Max took his hand and dipped into the panties. He could feel the heat radiating off her. He knew she had needed this, but hadn't known how much. She was ready for him. He dipped into her and felt her wetness. He used her juices to massage her clit slowly. She moaned into him, grabbing a hold of his forearm. "That's it baby, you like that?" He whispered to her seductively. Jenna moaned into his ear in response, and Max smiled to himself. 

Max continued to rub her slowly and he could feel Jenna begin to squirm underneath his touch. She was going to cum already. That hadn't taken long, Max thought. It had been such a long time since he'd gotten to touch her like this. He had missed it, ached for it. But now here he was, pleasuring her. He dipped into her pussy and rubbed her with two fingers and used his thumb to massage her clit, he quickened his pace and Jenna's moans got louder. She grasped at his shirt and squeezed tightly as she began to cum. 

"That's it, cum for me baby," Max whispered to her. He continued to rub, slower now, as she shook with pleasure. She pulled at his shirt more and arched her back into him. "That's it, that's my girl." Max groaned. He watched as she came down from her high and sighed loudly. Max caressed her face, looking at her, mesmerized by her beauty. She looked so relaxed, so tired now. "Go to sleep." He said, and she obeyed, rolling into him, she snuggled into his chest. Max pulled a blanket over her and held her as she slept, elation running through his veins; all was right again. It had taken some time, but he had her back and this time, he would make sure it was forever.



Never Let You Go Ch. 11



Jenna woke in the middle of the night, her head spinning from the hang over already kicking in. She looked around and saw she was at Max's. She groaned to herself and let her head fall back onto the pillow. She knew this had been a bad idea from the second she saw all the pictures of her on his wall, but she had felt she owed him her gratitude, her thank you. But that turned into way more than she had expected. She had gotten drunk and then her inhibitions had taken off and she let passion and desire and her loneliness consume her. 

She looked next to her and Max was asleep, his arm was resting on her waist. She turned her body slightly and grabbed his hand. She moved his arm back and he grumbled in his sleep. He pulled his arm into himself and readjusted. Jenna watched him, a dim light coming from the kitchen. She looked at his face, that face she knew so well, but really didn't. 

She physically knew him, knew every detail of his body, and knew what he liked, what made him laugh, but she didn't know the truth about his past, or his family, or his life. She had no idea what he really had been in prison for, what it had been like for him or how it had affected him. It was so strange, looking at him, knowing where they were now. How had things gotten to such a weird place? Jenna knew what Max had been doing these past months was wrong. She knew she should have put a stop to it a long time ago, but she had gone along with it. Why? 

Maybe because she had never felt this kind of love before from a man. But was it really even love? She knew he was capable of it, he had been good to her when they were together, and he had been sweet and loving and good. And when the truth came out he wasn't angry, he never yelled or hurt her, but he just wouldn't stop. That persistence should have scared her; should have made her concerned, but it really didn't. She felt no fear, no alarm for her well being. Maybe she was naïve or just ridiculously stupid, but she just couldn't bring herself to stop. She couldn't bring herself to put a real stop to all of this. Because deep down, she didn't want it to stop. 

She watched Max's face in the light, his rough exterior softened while he slept. The lines in his face weren't stressed, but you couldn't see his dimples either. She loved those dimples. It made him look like the kindest teddy bear, especially when he was really happy. Jenna lightly traced his face with her forefinger, trailing down his cheek. She ran it through his beard and down to his chest, he was shirtless now and she admired his muscles. She traced over his shoulders, his frame thick and hard under her touch. His chest was thick with hair and she loved to run her fingers through it when they used to lie in bed, entangled in each other. 

"Hi," Max mumbled at her, his voice thick and deep with sleep. She shifted her gaze back to his face and he was looking at her with a half smile. He placed his hand on her arm and ran it along her length. "How you feeling?" he asked, lifting up onto his elbow and placing his head into his palm. His other hand trailed down past her arm to her leg and stopped to trace circles on her knee. Jenna quickly got out of bed, regretting it right away as the dizziness and head rush hit her hard. She stumbled and closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her forehead and groaned. "You OK?" Max asked, sitting up in bed. 

"Yeah, just a headache, I should leave," Jenna bent down to pick up her pants on the floor, as she stood back up Max got off the bed and stood in front of her. 

"What, why?" Max asked, placing both hands on her shoulders. "You're drunk, you can't drive home." 

"No, I'm fine now, really. I shouldn't still be here." Jenna tried to pull her pants on but stumbled and sat down on the bed for assistance. Max hovered over her, looking down. He couldn't understand what was happening. He thought things were good now; she had come to him, for once. She had come on her own to thank him, she had drank with him, she had let him touch her, pleasure her. 

"I don't understand," Max admitted. He rubbed at his eyes that were still a little fuzzy from sleep. "Jenna stop!" Max growled loudly, reaching down and yanking her pants out of her hands and throwing them across the room. She wasn't leaving, not if he could help it. "You don't need these, let's just go back to sleep, we'll talk about it in the morning, OK?" Max said, trying to push Jenna down onto the bed and lay beside her. She pulled away from him and crawled off the bed.

"No Max, I need to leave." She started to walk across the room but suddenly felt Max's arms around her waist, pulling her back into him tight. He pushed his head down into her shoulder. 

"Jenna, don't do this to me." Max begged, holding her tightly so she couldn't escape. He tried to calm his voice but felt the anxiety rising in his chest and through his words. He thought maybe if he held her close enough she'd stop and come back to bed. "Please?" he whispered, his hold on her tightened.

"Max, let go, you're hurting me," Jenna objected, wiggling, trying to loosen his grip on her waist, she pushed down at his hands, but no luck. 

"I don't want to," he muttered to her, letting go and grabbing her by the shoulders to turn her towards him. She tried to step back but she wasn't quick enough. His hands gripped onto her tiny shoulders and his fingers dug in deep. "But you're not leaving me, Jenna. Not again." 

"Max, stop!" she raised her voice, cowering at the pain in her shoulders. Her face pained as she looked up at him. She pushed at his chest hard and pulled away. He let her go and stood glaring down at her. His hands curled into fists. Jenna could see Max's jaw clenching and unclenching repeatedly. And for the first time Jenna was afraid. Jenna looked back and forth between his fists and his face, her nerves shaking her. "Max..." Jenna said, cautiously. She stepped back and held up her hands in defense. 

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked, stepping closer to her, his glare turned to pain and his eyebrows furrowed. "Do you know how happy I was that you came here tonight?" Max's voice cracked and he unclenched his fists. Jenna had backed up as far as she could go and was now trapped against the wall and Max's enormous frame. "You came here, remember? I didn't make you." Max stood in front of Jenna, she couldn't see his face in the darkness of the apartment now, the only light, a dim bulb above the sink, cast shadows and all Jenna could see was Max's outline. His dark figure a giant mass, looming over her. 

She saw one arm come up and it rested next to her head against the wall. "You came here on your own, and I just wanted to help, wanted to make you feel better." Max's other arm moved and his hand came up to her face. His fingers stroked her cheek and trailed down to her neck. His fingers circled around the back of her neck as his thumb rubbed on her jaw line, gently. "And I did, I know I did baby, I made you feel real good." Max whispered, stepping closer, and leaning his head down to place his forehead against hers. "That's all I want to do, I just want to make you happy. Why won't you let me do that? Hmmm?"

Jenna felt confliction tearing through her. She wasn't sure if she should be afraid for her safety, or worried about Max. He was visibly upset and was having trouble getting a handle on it. She calmly placed her hand on his cheek and the other on his waist. 

"I'm sorry, I know you do. I'm just...I'm tired and I have this headache and I'm confused about everything right now. Please don't be angry. I didn't mean to make you angry." She caressed his face and he leaned into her touch, moaning under his breath. 

"I could never be angry with you," Max whispered to her, his lips grazing the skin of her jaw. "Just don't leave me." He kissed her cheek. 

"OK, let's go back to bed," Jenna whispered back to him, pushing his body towards the bed. She felt so confused. The fear had passed and now she wondered if she had been unreasonable. She had never seen him angry like that before and it had thrown her off, frightened her. But he had no intention of hurting her. He just wanted her to stay. So she would stay; at least tonight. 

Max slumped at the edge of the bed and wrapped both hands around the back of Jenna's thighs. He put his head down and rested it against her waist. Max could feel Jenna's pulse with his head against her stomach. It was beating fast. He had frightened her, he knew that. He didn't mean to, he had lost control and was sorry, but on the bright side, it had gotten her to stay. 

Jenna's hands rested on Max's shoulders and he relaxed. Her touch worked wonders on him. He wanted more; he wanted her to touch him in other places. Max's hands released her legs and grabbed hold of her panties, he slid them down her legs slowly, waiting for an objection, but it didn't come. He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. Jenna stood still as he stepped around her and unhooked her bra. He ran his hands over her back, feeling the softness of her skin. He kissed her shoulder and trailed his hands down her hips. He let go of her and yanked his sweatpants and boxers off. He kicked them off to the side as Jenna turned to face him. 

He waited for her touch, he wanted it so badly. He needed it more than anything right now. Max finally felt her hands on his body. They started at his chest and slowly trailed down to his cock. She grabbed it firmly and Max moaned loudly, closing his eyes. The feeling of her hand wrapped around him was incredible. It had been so long. She stroked him slowly, his member stiff and erect. He heard creaking and realized Jenna had sat down on the bed. She pulled at his dick gently and he stepped forward towards her. 

He felt wet warmth surround his tip and knew she had taken him in her mouth. Max's head hung back and he groaned with pleasure. His hands roamed in her hair as she pumped away on his cock. Her hand grasped the base of his penis and squeezed gently. She licked the underside of his shaft all the way back up to the tip; her tongue warm on his member. "Oh baby," Max muttered under his breath. This feeling was indescribable. He didn't want it to end, but he felt his release coming already. He wasn't ready for this to be over. He needed more of her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and gently pushed her back onto the bed.

"What's wrong?" Jenna asked, surprised he had stopped her from finishing him off. 

"Nothing," Max answered, climbing between her legs. He noticed she didn't open them as wide as she usually would for him. Her presence felt reluctant underneath him. "I'm not going to hurt you," Max said, worried she was afraid of him after his outburst. "I would never hurt you," he felt her legs open more for him and he positioned himself above her. His arm wrapped underneath behind Jenna's head and the other grabbed onto her thigh. He slid into Jenna slowly and all worry left his body. He felt her wetness and knew everything was OK. She was not afraid, she was wet for him; she wanted him as much as he wanted her. 

Jenna felt his weight push her down into the bed as he slowly plunged into her. His hand pressed into her leg, pulling her body even closer to his. His arm beneath her head curled around and his hand grabbed a hold of her hair. She felt him fill her and she couldn't help but squeeze around his member deep inside her. The undeniable truth was how good he felt. Even after everything that has happened, the things months ago, the things tonight; Jenna couldn't deny how good Max felt on top of her, inside of her. 

He pumped into her slowly, repeating 'I love you' with every thrust. He whispered to her how good she felt and how much he had missed her. "Tell me you love me," he whispered to her. It caught her by surprise and she didn't respond. "Tell me," he demanded again. He thrust into her harder and repeated it. "Tell me baby, tell me you love me." 

Jenna knew she shouldn't, this was going to add fire to the flame that was already burning too bright. Saying I love you to him was going to push him over the edge and he would never let her go after that. It would be impossible. Max's hand moved up her leg and to her own hand. He intertwined his fingers in hers and pushed her hand down into the bed above her head. She breathed his name in passion, hoping that would be enough to subdue him for now. 

But it wasn't. He plunged into her deeper and harder. "Tell me," he muttered to her, pumping away. He hoped the pleasure would get it out of her. If he fucked her good enough, she would say it to him. He breathed heavily, his climax getting closer but his heart sinking with every second that went by that she didn't tell him. He felt the tears swelling up in his eyes, without his consent and he shut his eyes tightly. "Tell me," he mumbled one last time.

Jenna felt her own climax approaching and tried her best to concentrate on that, rather than what Max was asking of her. But then she felt the wetness on her shoulder and realized he was crying. It tore at her heart and made her feel horrible. Max had made mistakes, he had made bad choices, he had lied, but he never faltered. He never gave up on them and what they had together. Months later his persistence had paid off for him and he was now plunging into the only thing he ever wanted. 

And here she was, stringing him along all this time, letting him stay in her life at a distance. And for what? So she wasn't alone? So she felt wanted? But did she make Max feel the same? He surely deserved that same appreciation, that same attention and affection. She couldn't keep it at bay anymore. 

"I love you," She gasped at him, wrapping her free hand around his neck and pulling him even closer to her. "I love you," She repeated, "I love you." Max's body froze and he looked at her face, though hard to see, their eyes had adjusted to the darkness and they stared at each other. Max looked dumbfounded. He blinked at her and stared for a moment. "I love you," she repeated one more time before kissing him. She shoved her hips up into him and he began thrusting back into her again. 

Jenna whimpered beneath him, her climax building and building until she went over the edge and cried out. She gripped him with her legs and squeezed as the pleasure raced through her body, sizzling her skin. 

Max kissed her hard, groaning into her mouth as he felt himself come. He slammed into her hard, feeling her tiny frame slide upward in the bed. He plunged into her again, softer this time as his climax shook through him. He dove as deep into her as he could, feeling the orgasm subside. 

And that was it, all this time, all the waiting and patience had gotten him to this point where he knew they would always be once again. She had told him she loved him, she had admitted it. Not only to him but now to herself. Max could feel all the tension and all the pain he felt over the months fade away like it never even happened. All that mattered was that she was now here, in his arms, and she wasn't going anywhere. Not because he wouldn't let her, but because she didn't want to be anywhere else. 




Note to the reader:

Thank you to everyone that read my story. I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is my first story I've ever written but I've always had a passion for writing. I also have a fascination with stalkers and love to read novels with stalkers in them. I had been thinking about how neat it would be to write a novel about the ideas I think up in my head, but then thought, why not on literotica? Jenna and Max's relationship and story is primarily based off of a sexual attraction and need for one another. So I thought this would be a good site for it. 

I really struggled with how to end it. I wasn't going to end it like this, I had another idea in my head, but it was more violent and didn't have a happy ending for Max, like most horror movies, and I just couldn't bring myself to do that to him. 

Realistically this is not a love story that I would consider normal in any way and don't think it would be the smartest choice in boyfriend selecting, but Max was not meant to be portrayed as a bad man. I had some comments throughout my story about how he is a creep and a true stalker, but honestly he's not meant to be. 

A true stalker instills fear into the victim and that victim worries for their safety, Jenna knew she didn't need to to do that with Max, because he wasn't a danger to her. And he was never meant to be. 

I hadn't originally wanted them to end up together because realistically that wouldn't happen, but its fiction so why not be outrageous!?