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“Maximo, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.
He doesn’t answer me, kicking his foot through the glass and sending it flying in the opposite direction. I swear I see one shard sticking up from the tip of his loafers.
“You want to hurt me like the rest of them?” he asks, his voice low.
“Maximo.”
“No, I don’t want to hear it, Enzo. You’re going to shut the fuck up.” He kneels back down, slapping his blood soaked hand over my lips.
I try to ignore the metallic taste that spreads over my tongue, trying to figure out what Maximo’s next move is.
I don’t expect him to slide his hand under the waistband of my boxers, but I should have known better.
His hand wraps around my length, hot, strong, slick with blood. My gaze snaps to his, watching his expression as he strokes me. There’s not a single emotion on his face, as if he’s just going through the motions.
And yet, I still grow hard, the stimulation too much to ignore.
“No,” I move my hips, trying to get out of his hold, at the same time reaching for him with my free hand.
“Stop, or I’ll cuff that hand too, Enzo.” He slaps my hand away, pointing at me, even as he continues to jerk me off with his other hand.
“Maximo,” I groan, thrusting up into his touch even as I tell myself to fight him.
When his hand finally pulls away, I let out a breath of relief until I hear the slow slide of his zipper being let down.
I stare up at him, lips parted as he quickly disposes of his pants. He’s going commando and his dick pops out, hard, the tip red and angry. He slowly strokes himself, staring down at me. “Sometimes I want to just rip your head off, Enzo,” he confesses in a low whisper, “other times I want to lock you up just like this, keep you to myself, away from the rest of the world.”
This is Maximo’s idea of romance, I know it, and fuck if my dumb ass heart doesn’t skip a beat at his toxic words.
“Maixmo-”
“I already told you to shut up, Enzo, you’ve done enough talking.”
Like an idiot, my lips snap shut, my earlier anger gone as I fall into the familiar rhythm of waiting to see what Maximo is going to do with me.
He spits into his bloodied hand before lathering my cock in it. Confusion moves through me until Maximo moves to kneel over me, his hand grabbing my cock and keeping it stable.
His eyes meet mine as he brings the head up to glide between his cheeks.
My head falls back and my eyes close.
It's rare that Maximo bottoms, period. He feels that it gives away too much of his power, his control. He’s only allowed me to top him a handful of times, and neither of us bottom for other people when we’re sharing or otherwise. When we’d first started fucking, I’d asked him how many times he’d bottomed, since I’ve always been more flexible, and he’d laughed, telling me never.
And when he’d finally allowed me to fuck him, I’d felt special, knowing I’d been his first.
There haven’t been many times it’s happened since.
Which is why I don’t know what to do for a moment as he sinks down onto me. I watch his face, looking for any emotion. With only spit, blood, and precum I know it has to be painful.
Butweget off on pain.
My head drops back onto the bed behind me, absorbing the pleasure as I will myself not to come.
“No,” Maximo wraps a hand around my jaw, gripping it hard and forcing me to look at him. “You’re going to watch me as I undo you, Enzo.” His words are both a ugly threat and the prettiest truth.
For a moment he doesn’t move, just watching me. I’m buried to the hilt in him. His knees are pressed against the floor and he uses them to help leverage himself up before sliding back down.
His gaze holds mine and when he leans closer, his lips just barely touching mine, I can’t help but to lean the rest of the way.
