Neon Red: Chapter 23

Never enough. Those words haunted Max well into the day. The implication was dangerous. She’d never be satisfied, and the lord or universe only knew why. Twice now she’d gotten a piece and walked the thin line of becoming a fiend. This was both erroneous and delightful. An inebriation that left her woozy, comatose, and sore. But shit, she was on her knees, face down and praying to whomever listened.
Begging for another release, one after the other crashing like waves. She surrendered and got beat the fuck daahhhn yet again. Low always gave his best, but he was gentle with her;she adored it.
“Oh hell,” she whispered in the dark, finally opening her eyes. The clock read 12 pm, so it wasn’t even close to rise and shine. Her bladder started evacuation protocols and veins screamed for blood. She hadn’t fed in hours and a slow tummy tumble had begun. Peeking over her shoulder, Max smiled. Mouths wide, snoring and drooling, the men were conked. Heathens these two. They fucked like stallions and gave Max a run for her money.
Slow and deliberate, she scooted off of the platform bed and swiped a shirt. She skulked around the CalKing and turned into a massive bathroom. Long, gallery style counters and vanities. Waterfall showers made for two and a sunken tub she ran fingers across straddled the toilet.
Max dropped on the rim and slouched. Nothing like a satisfying potty break hours after sex.
Faucets were automatic, of course, as were the lights and the mirror. There was a TV in it, kinda frivolous in her opinion.
Running warm water into her palms, Max wiggled her toes on the fluffy mat. She observed what Low had. Everywhere they looked, there was something weird in an odd place. For instance, on the counter, frogs with bulging cocked eyes stared at her. Blue bulbous frogs holding a bath sign. The shit didn’t blend well at all. Nor did the box of pot-pourri on the back of the toilet, or the seashell wreath above it.
The decorative amphibians gave Pottery Barn, and it was something Jaya would like.
After drying, Max stepped lightly through the master and slipped out unnoticed. She forgot all about the elevator and tip-toed downstairs in a huff. But the smooth wood felt nice on her bare soles.
How much did a place like this run? An immaculate penthouse with expensive fixtures and an island serving eight. Maybe ten mill, starting.
Max winced at the fridge light. Shit was bright as she grabbed a canister. She rejoiced when darkness returned. Well, relatively. Vampires were never in the dark, unless they were born with poor eyesight. Which often happened with halfbreeds. Low couldn’t see in the dark, and was nearsighted.
Max started her search for a mug when the overhead counter lights illuminated surfaces. “What th—”
“I did it.”
She jumped, hearing a harsh grumble. “Jeeze, say something next time, Red.”
“Thought I had.” His rough, raspy reply matched a mess of hair and sleepy eyes. “What are you doing?”
She showcased the blood. He nodded, shuffled, and reached high like a tall person without a step stool. The alpha handed her a polka dot cup that said, ‘Wakey! Wakey! Eggs & Bakey’.
“Thank you.” Max accepted the mug and smiled. “Uhm, do you always walk around the house naked?”
“Hell yeah, who don’t?”
“I don’t b—”
“That’s ‘cause you don’t live alone,” he said, snatching the jar. Red flipped the cap, then poured.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
With heavy, lethargic movements, he shoved her drink in the microwave that was below, not above. Max hated that. Bending down every time she needed to nuke something. What a stupid inconvenience.
“Did you start working with my dad because of me? To you know, be all up under me?”
He loomed and laughed while a big hand smoothed over her fluffy crown of curls. Red tugged on it, sending a flush straight to the slap-happy drunk bitch between her thighs.
“There you go again, thinking you know everything. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Max.”
She scrunched her nose. “You didn’t get the memo. Maybe you should talk to Low about that.”
The spectacular show of perfect teeth and fangs bogged down her memory. Forgetting how to breathe, the need to feed, and her own weariness. Jaxon used perfect physical attributes to get what he wanted, no doubt. Shimmering gold bore into her as his scent replaced oxygen.
Talking to her body and mind, he purred and snapped her head back. Max gasped, needing the unhinged, unbidden affection. It fulfilled an unhealthy habit she tried to break long ago.
“You got me fucked up, Maxine. You should know that.”
“I—”
“Shut up.”
Releasing her, he sighed. Red yanked the cup from the microwave and shoved it at Max.
“Oh yeah, I almost for—”
“Drink it,” he demanded, and she did, but only because her body needed the nourishment. Fuck him and his bossy ass. Gulping made her stomach and veins happy as a tick on a pig.
“I want you to stay another day,” Red declared as she swallowed the last drop.
“Can’t.”
“Why?” he asked, taking the mug. “I’d appreciate it if you would.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“You sound desperate, Jaxon. It’s unbecoming.”
The cup clattered in the sink just as he swept her into his arms. Max had no room or air to speak. Red sucked on her pierced tongue and roused a sleeping dragon. She moaned into his mouth.
Lust flared when her ass greeted the couch. Max surrendered to whatever he wanted. Legs spread and gut churning with unfamiliar pangs, she rocked beneath his solid form. Sweltering heat accompanied an unseen force and pulsated.
Red severed their kiss. She panted, struggling for a breath he stole once more. The male dropped to the floor, hiked her thighs high, and placed them on broad, tatted shoulders.
He yanked Max to the edge and kissed that pussycat. “Oh god!” Pleasure and pain. Max cried, begging for the burning knot to unravel.
Claws scored her flesh as he tasted, laved, and licked.
Stimulating and titillating, Jaxon lashed out. He abused her clit like a skilled muhfucka who had memorized her body.
Red worked her over with the help of his beastly tongue. Slick and warm, he twisted the ball tighter.
Spine locked into an arch, Max clutched her breasts.
“Oh, oh oh no. Againandagai—” He worked with vigor.
North, South, East, West.
Her body on the cusp or destruction, Red devoured  her and didn’t stop. He suckled and sucked, and granted her freedom from this earthy plane.
Pinching her own nipples and ascending, Max wailed as she crashed into a sea of fire and ice. Her violent moans echoed and carried in his lofty home.
With her belly tensing, he gave no respite.
Red lifted her hips and breeched swollen, pink walls. Jaxon impaled her with a fierce growl. The sloppy hoe responded and gripped his fat dick.
Max whimpered in a fit of ecstasy while he went above and beyond. Jaxon gripped ankles, split her open, and worked her like a nine to five.
Pussy soaked and body feverish, in withdrawal, she ached for his long stroke.
Vicious, he plundered deep.
Cracking lids, Max snarled, loving the view. With brazen red tresses and golden eyes ablaze beneath tight brows, he was death embodied. The vision provoked and stirred a terrifying instinctual desire.
“Gimmie that dick,” she demanded. “Hit th—it, ooohhhhh my god I’m ‘bouta cu—I’m gonna squii—”
“Come to me, Max. Cum for me. Do it,” he gritted. Red laid it on heavy, harder, faster. “Let that shit hit, you better nut—oh shit!”
With toes cocked and eyes up north, he touched her sternum. Max let it out. She came for a second time and it wasn’t often she squirted, but when she did…honey, Niagara.
Her heart stopped while lightning and fireworks clashed. Destroying whatever brain cells she had left.
“Oh shhhh—” her face twisted and stuck. “Ughhh!” Max pushed him out and convulsed. She drenched Red in her water while his seed landed on her belly and tiddies. He cussed as hot jets erupted from his blunt head.
Max bolted upright, wrapped her mouth around him and sucked down the rest. Using her tongue, she bobbed on his dick, asking for more of what coated her skin.
With decades of experience, she tackled the monster. Max gagged, choked, and spit on it. His dick slipped with ease as she used both hands. Jaxon barked her name, threw his head back, and roared. The action followed yet another climax.
Only this round, she swallowed. He required seconds to calm.
When Red settled, he forced her off and collapsed on the couch. “I’m—” The poor man had to catch a breath. “I’m done, I—damn. I am too ollld for this.”
Max cackled, gripped the male’s face, and kissed his cheek. “You are, but you fuck like a young man.”
“That may be, but I’m tired,” he said, fighting a giggle. “I need to recoup.”
As a slurping sound came from  the kitchen, she grabbed a throw pillow. It read, sail, with tassels and giant owl eyes on it. “Looooow?”
Her man peeked from behind the wall with a carton of juice. This was not his house. What a fucking embarrassment, bruh.
“‘Sup?”
“How long have you been here?” Max asked.
“Long enough. You loud, shorty, and I was trying to sleep.”
She snickered, then looked at Red. “You have got to be shitting me.” Cutting back to Low, she pointed at the sleeping devil.
“He just told you he was old.” Low swigged orange juice and snorted. “You know them geriatrics, baby, they be falling asleep mid conversation. But uhm, you woke me up, you feel me? I need a lil’ sumn to help me sleep.”
She pouted. “Chile, I am so worn out.”
“What that got to do with me? Somebody giving me some ass for the inconvenience.”
Max poked Red’s temple three times before he popped up.
“Yeah, wus up?” He blinked, grinning like a fool. “Yeah?”
“Low said he horny. I’m ain’t doing nothing.”
“You didn’t do nothing just now. You gotta sit on that man and make it bounce. Shit.”
“No. I’m tired. Y’all have fun. I got a headache.” Max found the shirt, shimmied into it, and went about her way. “You had better get away from me, Low. Fuck outta here.”
She heard Red’s refusal and chuckled as he blew past, cussing Low to hell.
“I am exhausted! I’m going back to sleep.” Booty buck naked Red stomped upstairs like a pissed bear.
“Now who running from what? Damn shame, y’all woke me up. Sharing is caring.”
“You got a hand, use it.”
“I know you and that big ass forehead ain’t talking shit.”
Max growled and shoved him into the wall.
“Ow, you mean.” Holding his arm, Low pouted. “Y’all being mean to me. This ain’t right, baby. Why you doing me like this?” She laughed, and was not using the stairs. In the elevator, Low sighed, and crossed his arms.
“Aw come here, my sensitive baby.”
“Nah, get off me.” He frowned, all the while a smile tried to break loose. “Don’t touch me.”
“You just wanted to tear it down. Now you don’t want me to touch you? Fine.”
He giggled and threw an arm over her shoulder, stepping out of the lift.
“I guess I’ll let y’all sleep.” Low sighed aloud as they entered the master, where Red was already in bed, snoring. “But I want that top notch neck when I wake up, baby.”
“I think I can help you with that.”
“Hayyy, now we talking money.”

Good evening, y’all! It’s been a long couple of weeks! Had a lot to do, and still do, but I wanted to bring forth another chapter. More spice, less talking. Red and Max have a fiery connection. Their moments burn brighter and they are quite volatile. There’s nothing gentle or lazy about them. Where Low is calm, a balm, caring and giving, these two are not.  I love their spark. Writing their rough, flint to tinder spice was a good time. With this chapter posted, we’ve made it to the half way mark, and I’m thinking about posting two times a week. It’s not set in stone, so DON’T OVERTHINK IT!😂 Anywhoooo, I hope y’all have a good week and see you soon! Bye, bookie! ❤️✨