Page 132 of Key of Kink

Please, don’t let this be a dream. Don’t let me wake up to find I’ve fallen asleep in the library and Veronica is standing there, glaring at me.

When I saw the bed, it stopped me in my tracks.

“You tidied.” There was no sign that a scene had taken place in there. The bedding was back, the smooth white duvet and four thick pillows, but no feathers, Wartenburg wheel, banjo picks, and definitely no Magic Wand.

That last one gave me a pang. I wanted to play with that again.

Max smiled. “I thought it was a good idea. Unless you want to wake up with a feather sticking out of your hole, or a wand-shaped dent in your back.” Then he tugged my hand, drawing me to him. “The last time we undressed, I seem to recall we did it in a hurry.” His hand was on my cheek once more. “How about we slow things down a little this time?”

My heartbeat showed no signs of slowing down. “Who are you, and what have you done with Max?”

He chuckled. “He’s still here, I promise you.” He grasped the hem of my tee and pulled it up and over my head, pausing to kiss my neck and collarbones.

I couldn’t suppress the shiver that trickled through me. “I thought we were done with the tickling.”

He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of my throat. “Did I say that?” he murmured.

Okay, it was time to give as good as I got.

I unbuttoned his shirt, taking my time. “I think you only wore this to slow me down.” I didn’t give him a chance to speak before I leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his nipple.

Max shuddered, and I smiled against his skin. I slid my hands lower to cup his firm arse, moulding his body to mine. My breath caught in my throat.

“You’re hard.”

Max inched his hand between us, rubbing my own erect dick that strained against the denim. “Ditto.” He popped the button, lowered the zipper with a speed a snail would’ve been proud of, and reached inside. He grinned. “Oh, commando. I approve.” He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his spread knees, and tugged my jeans to my ankles. A heartbeat later, his mouth was on my cock, and I trembled so violently that he placed his hands on my waist to steady me.

I stared down at his head, bobbing as he took me deep, my shaft glistening with his spit, his fingers digging into my sides as he picked up speed. Then he looked up at me, my dick in his mouth, and I swear, I nearly came on the spot.

“Max,” I moaned.

He paused and pulled free. “Yes?”

“I need to lie down before I fall down. And before you make me come. I don’t want this to be over in seconds.”

I wanted to enjoy this new Max.

He smiled. “Me neither.” He stood, and I helped him out of his tight jeans. A moment later, we were lying on the bed, his arm under my nape, his hand on my neck, kissing me, touching me while I did the same to him. I couldn’t stop kissing him. His cock was warm and firm in my hand, and I couldn’t resist. I bent over and licked the head, tasting the sweetness of pre-cum before I took all of him between my lips.

Tremors surged through him, and he squeezed my arse cheek, his fingers dipping into my crack, seeking my hole. He stilled.

“When did you put in the butt plug?”

I pulled free and let out a snort. “As soon as I got out of the shower.”

“If there was ever a Boy Scout badge for ‘Prepping to be fucked,’ you’d win it.” Then he shuddered. “Okay, that kind of thought only belongs to porn.” I sucked on the head, and suddenly his hand was on the back of my head, holding me there. “Oh fuck, yeah. Like that.”

I groaned around his cock, taking as much of it as I could, my lips stretched around its girth.

“Ride me?”

I was off that dick in a flash.

Max pointed to the wardrobe. “Open that, would you?”

I blinked. “You want to get dressed?”

He laughed. “No, I want to see us in the mirrored door.” He sat up, his back to the headboard, pillows supporting him.