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I put my hands on his belt and give him a look from under my lashes, the kind I know makes me look seductive as hell, but Max just pulls me in and kisses me on the forehead with a faint smile. “Take me out,” he says, guiding my hands right to his belt buckle.
My fingers tremble in anticipation as I pull apart the buckle and then his pants, freeing his thick, hard length. He’s big, bigger than I even remembered, already half-hard. I want to taste him so bad my mouth waters.
But something about the dynamic between us makes me pause. “Can I…?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Go on.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I sink back to my knees and take him in my mouth eagerly, groaning at the taste and feel of him on my tongue. He fills me so perfectly, stretching my lips as he grows right there in my mouth.
He sighs in pleasure, his fingers in my hair. “Just like that. That’s good.”
The praise sends a jolt of heat straight to my groin. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to swallow him whole. I want to give him everything,beeverything he needs.
His hips buck, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts. I moan around him, trying to urge him in deeper. I’m so hard it hurts, but all I can focus on is pleasing him, on sucking him just the way he wants it, on being hisgood boy…
Oh, God.
“Bricker.”
I’m so focused on his dick that he has to say my name a second time before I look up at him.
“Up, Bricker. On the bed. Hands and knees.”
I scramble to obey, positioning myself as he instructed. My heart hammers in anticipation, cock wagging around between my legs. I feel the bed dip behind me and then his hands are on me again, stroking down my spine. “Perfect,” he says, parting my cheeks to expose my asshole.
I feel a warm stream of air over my hole and gasp at the sensation, twitching in his grip. He soothes me with a gentle pat, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to the small of my back.
“Relax,” he murmurs, mouth trailing lower. “I want to make you feel good.”
I’ve only had a few guys do this, because the truth is, I normally top. Most guys take one look at me usually and decide Imustbe a top, all those muscles, the way I’m so loud and confident…
It’s mostly an act, all that bravado. An act I don’t drop in front of anyone, even Van, and Ishouldkeep it up in front of Max, too, him being both a Castellani and a member of my crew—
His tongue circles slowly around the rim of my asshole and I have to choke down a moan of shocked pleasure. He’s barely begun, and already I feel overwhelmed, drowning in sensation.
“Let me hear you,” he says, and then his tongue presses inside and I keen loudly, fingers twisting in the sheets. He opens me up with lips and tongue, patiently working me, and it’s so much, almost too much to bear. But still I push back into his face, wanting more, wanting his mouth and his tongueright there, God, it feels incredible…
I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of me. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, just—more.
“It’s okay,” he soothes me, withdrawing to nip at my cheeks. “I’ve got you.” He reaches over me to the nightstand, where I left a handful of condoms and the lube in a prominent position, and before I can complain about the loss of his mouth, two slick fingers replace his tongue, pressing in slow and sure, crooking to stroke at my prostate.
It steals my breath, and I rock back to meet his thrusts, chasing the feeling.
Max presses a kiss to the small of my back, his other hand stroking over the globes of my ass as he stretches me out, twisting his fingers around inside me. “That’s it. Let me in.”
“Yeah,” I gasp out, ready to agree to anything if only he’ll give me more. “Come on, Max, it’s enough—I need your dick.”
His fingers withdraw, and I do whimper at the loss this time. “I’ve got you,” he repeats, voice rough with lust and something else, something dark, something…
He pushes in with one smooth thrust, and I half-laugh, half-gasp as he fills and stretches me, overwhelming in the best possible way. There’s a burn that makes the bliss all the better, and all I want is more.
Max groans, seating himself fully inside me, fingers digging into my hips. “Made for me,” I think I hear him mutter, but then he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, nailing my prostate. I shout out, back arching.
“Again,” I beg. “Again.”
He does it again. And then again and again, taking me hard and deep, in a claiming, primal way I never want to end, the only sound the slick thwack of flesh on flesh and our tandem panting as he fucks me into oblivion. The coiling need in my gut tightens with every thrust. I’m drowning in him, desperate to come and desperate to keep going, climbing higher and higher…
Max leans over me, hooking an arm around my chest to pull me back against him. The new angle drives him impossibly deeper, and I whine loudly as his thrusts grow erratic, chasing his own release.
