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Sean’s heart thumped elatedly… until Max reached for that tool. Sean froze. What the fuck? Max ripped open his rubber, then rolled it down the handheld’s smooth, thick handle.
Seriously? Another handle?
As if reading his mind, Max casually shrugged. “We’re in my studio, not my playroom. Gotta work with what I’ve got.”
Sean coughed out a laugh. “You’re very resourceful.”
Max grinned. “You have no idea.”
But why was he using that tool to begin with? Why not stick with his fingers? Or use his dick? Again, Sean opened his mouth to ask, and again Max beat him to the punch.
“Okay, let’s do this, so I can make those calls.”
Oh, yeah. Forgot. Max needed his hands for his phone. And besides, working Sean personally required close proximity, which would allow Max’s clients to easily hear Sean’s moans.
Max reached for the oil again. Sean couldn’t help smiling. Guess he’d been resourceful, too, when he snagged that stuff from the kitchen. Heart racing, Sean watched in anxious anticipation as Max drizzled oil down his tool’s grip.
“What exactly is that, Sir?” It sort of looked like an electric screwdriver.
“This,” Max gazed at his second makeshift toy, “is my battery-operated, handheld sander.” He slid Sean a look. Another wry grin. “You know, for those hard-to-reach places.”
THIRTEEN
Max watched as a subtle shiver racked Sean’s frame. Guess he hadn’t missed Max’s double meaning. Or the fact that his “battery-operated, handheld sander” was going to meet Sean’s “hard-to-reach-place” right now.
Max’s dick kicked hard. This was going to be great.
Rolling his chair close again, he stroked Sean’s hole with his thumb.
Sean’s lashes fluttered. His cock gave a nudge. “You know, Sir,” he murmured. “I’ve already come three times. I highly doubt I’ll come that way again. You should probably just jack me off real quick instead.”
Max straight-up laughed. Silly a stór.
Sean grinned and rocked his hips again. “I’m serious.”
“I know you are, which is why it’s so fucking funny.”
Sean smile ebbed. “What, you got some target goal? How many times do you plan on making me come?”
Max shrugged. “No set number.” He pressed his tool to Sean’s door. “However many you end up having ’til I’m done.”
Sean shifted against the handle. “’Till you’re done?”
“With my calls.” Max massaged Sean’s nuts with his free hand, then curled his fingers around his cock. Slowly, he pumped. Sean moaned immediately. Yup, still close; just a few jacks more and he’d come. A state that always made the act of penetrating so much nicer. Max kept up the stroking and pressed harder against Sean’s hole. “Push, Sean,” he rumbled.
Sean did as he was told.
The grip slid through.
Sean grunted softly.
Max sank it deeper.
Damn, with a healthy inch and a half diameter, that tool spread his caitín rather nicely. Max tamped another growl, steadily filling him, loving the weight of Sean’s gaze. He was watching him. Max could feel it. He looked up and met Sean’s eyes. Good God, his pupils were huge. Max stared back at him, derailed from his task, snagged by the intensity of Sean’s expression. What was he thinking? Looked like more than just lust.
Sean’s gaze dipped to Max’s mouth. Ah. Sean wanted to kiss him. Max’s chest warmed, bombarding him with the sudden urge to smile. Sean always wanted to kiss him. Something Max shouldn’t like so much. But he did. Probably because Sean’s desire was totally mutual.
He stilled at that thought, then frowned and shook it off. Nope. Not going there. Needed to keep his head clear. After all, he had a goal to achieve: convincing Sean that twenty-four-seven’ing with Max was something only a crazy person would want.
Diverting his eyes, Max forced himself to focus, resuming with his erotic little task. Sean exhaled roughly and flexed his thighs. Max stroked him nice and steady as he pushed. Didn’t have to push hard, though. Not with all that oil. Talk about a smooth, sensual glide. Max’s dick pressed painfully against his zippered fly. Not long after, all six inches were lodged.
“There,” Max murmured. “Now one last thing.” He moved his thumb on the grip to the right, then click went his handle’s little button.
Sean sucked in sharply, every muscle going rigid. “Oh… Oh, God.”
Max grinned and sat back, a muffled buzzing filling the room. “How’s that feel?”
Sean’s knees jerked. “R-Really good.”
“Mmm. I bet.” Max linked his hands behind his head. “I’ve never used my sander for this before, so I’m curious to see its effects.”
Sean squirmed, his eyes already trying to roll back. “W-Won’t take long, Sir. Oh, f-fuck. Not long at all.”
Hmm. We shall see.
Sure enough, ten seconds later, Sean’s ass cheeks went nuts, clenching like mad around the tool.
Max lifted a surprised brow. Seriously? That soon?
Sean belted a strangled shout, then just like that, his smooth taint contracted like crazy. His eyes slammed shut. His thigh muscles shook. His ass flew off the seat and friggin’ stayed there.
