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Hell, toward the end, in the breaks between O’s, Sean even resorted to full-fledged silent pleading. Mouthing, “Please,” while restlessly shaking his head, his bone-deep exhaustion flat-out palpable. But Max was a bastard, so instead of showing mercy, he just grinned, mimicked Sean’s head shake, and mouthed, “No.”
Something that earned him a low-key glare—just before yet another O descended. Sean hung in there, though, like a friggin’ champ. Body glistening with sweat, toes perpetually curled, every inch of him deliciously flushed. Looked so damn good, Max almost took a video. Talk about exquisite spank material. He hadn’t, however, figuring it’d be crossing the line. Especially since Sean already looked like he wanted to kill him.
Max slid his cell back onto his desk. To Sean’s credit, all that time, he’d only let a handful of sounds escape. Pretty impressive. So much so, Max decided to be generous and let the little misdemeanor slide. Along with Sean losing count of his orgasms.
Rolling his chair close again, he palmed Sean’s trembling thighs.
Sean twitched and met his gaze, his eyes flat-out blazing. “Take it out now?” he hitched through rigidly clenched teeth.
“What,” Max purred. “You don’t want another?”
“N-No thank you—M-Maximus.”
“Hmm. Too bad.” Max shut off the tool. “I could watch you coming undone like this forever.”
Sean didn’t answer, just stared at him uber-intently, still trembling from head to toe. Max palmed Sean’s ass cheeks, gave them a squeeze, then gingerly withdrew the grip. Sean twitched again with a groan. Max pulled some scissors from a drawer and carefully cut through the duct tape.
“You’re a tough one,” he murmured as he peeled the stuff off. “But now you know. I’ve shown you, like you asked, what full-timing for me would be like. What I’d want isn’t realistic. You couldn’t handle it. Not all the time. No one could.”
Sean watched him, jaw ticking, but still he said nothing. As if he knew that if he did, he’d flat-out freaking lose it. A state Max happened to find crazy hot. Probably because he was still so fucking horny himself. Sean had given one hell of a show, and now all Max wanted was to take him. Make Sean his, again and again, thrusting his passion into Sean’s body.
Max set Sean’s legs back down on the seat, then stood and moved behind Sean to free his wrists. Sean moaned and pulled his arms forward as Max came back around, those blue eyes still watching Max like a hawk. Max regarded him curiously and sat back down. What in the fuck was going on in his head? Was he pissed? Contemplating ways to kick Max’s ass? Had Max misread his signals? Taken things just a little too—
Sean lunged without warning, landing hard on Max’s lap, knees straddling his hips, hands fisting into Max’s hair. “Fuck me,” he snarled, crushing his lips to Max’s mouth. “Fuck me right now, Maximus. Right now.”
Max’s dick went wild, along with his heart, Sean’s unexpected attack completely blindsiding him. Shame on him. He should have seen it coming. But he hadn’t. And now, holy fucking shit. Sean was grinding like a maniac against his crotch, all but devouring his mouth.
“Fuck me, goddamn it. I fucking earned it.” Sean fisted Max’s hair tighter. Kissed him harder. “I know you’d fuck me if this shit was real. You’d be slamming my ass right fucking now.”
Fuck yeah, Max would. No point in denying that. But, Jesus, he hadn’t planned on doing that tonight. For fuck’s sake, Sean was supposed to be outrageously deterred. Or if nothing else, really fucking tired. But again, Max should’ve known better. Sean was the goddamn Energizer Bunny.
Although, truth be told, this side of Sean? All aggressive and demanding? It was really fucking turning Max on. Which was surprising as fuck, considering Max was the Dominant. A role he’d picked for a reason. So that he’d be in control. So that he’d hold the power. Who knew Sean flexing his own muscles would be so arousing. But not just in Max’s dick. In his everything. His blood spiked hotter. Oh, God. He needed to nip this in the bud before he ended up doing something stupid.
Max gripped Sean’s ribs, readying to physically remove him, when Sean’s tongue shoved deep into his mouth. Max’s cock all but roared, shorting out his brain. Screw it. If Sean wanted to keep this farce going, then Max was more than happy to oblige.
Or at least, that’s the excuse his mind was going with.
Rumbling a little snarl of his own, Max shoved to his feet with Sean in his arms. Sean snapped his thighs firmly around Max’s waist, emitting the most captivating sound. Violent hunger drenched in ecstatic anticipation. Which, son of a bitch, only fueled the fucking fire. Kissing Sean voraciously, Max turned toward his desk and blindly shoved his laptop to the side. Down Sean went, flat on his back, the sight of him like a shot straight to Max’s junk. A shot of aggression. A shot of primal need. A shot of time-to-take-what’s-fucking-mine.
