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Max’s grip tightens, tugging me closer until I swallow around his length. “Just like that,” he sighs. But I shove down further, make myself choke on it. Show him what I want. “You like it a little rough, don’t you?” he murmurs. “Want me to fuck that pretty mouth?”
I moan my assent with his dick already partway down my throat, the vibration wringing a curse out of him. He drags my head back and holds me there for a second before snapping his hips, driving into my mouth. I relax as much as I can, struggling to breathe as he uses me. It’s so good I could cry, so easy to narrow my focus to the slide of his cock, his hard grip on my hair, the answering ache in my balls.
“Look at me.” His command cuts through my haze of need. I raise my eyes to Max’s face, to the tenderness in his gaze, a sharp contrast to the merciless way he fucks my face. “You’re so perfect, Bricker,” he gasps out. “So perfect.”
His praise cracks something open in my chest and I suck harder, desperate to please him. To forget everything but this moment. Max gasps out a warning just before he floods my mouth. I struggle to swallow it all, a few drops escaping to trickle down my chin.
Max hauls me to my feet and puts his mouth on mine, licking the taste of himself from my tongue. “Come and sleep with me tonight?”
The raw need of his tone makes my decision for me. I nod against his lips. “Mm-hmm.”
Tonight, at least, I won’t face the darkness alone.
CHAPTER33
MAX
I gripBricker’s shoulders and steer him toward the bedroom. My hands already itch to explore the hard planes of his body again. To trace every ridge and valley of muscle. To hear his breath catch when I find a sensitive spot. He’s a work of art, every inch, and I intend to admire him with the appropriate amount of attention.
I worry he’s using sex between us as a crutch.
I worry that I am, too.
But the lingering ripples from my recent climax in his mouth make it hard to be rational, along with the bone-deep physical need that still courses through me. I might have come, but something in me needs more.
Needshim.
We’ve reached my room. Time to shut off that sensible part and make sure Bricker gets whatheneeds. I can worry tomorrow, after all.
“On the bed,” I order him.
Bricker sprawls across the mattress, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. Waiting. Needing. Just as desperate as I am, though he hides it better, lazily lacing his fingers behind his head.
I let my gaze wander over his broad chest as I undress, follow the dark hairs that trail down between his ridged abs. His biceps flex as he braces himself on his elbows, and his thighs are thick slabs of muscle.
I want to feel them wrapped around my waist.
God, my dick is twitching again.
“Max,” he grits out. “Come on, I’m dying here.”
I pause for a moment, torn between wanting to make this last and wanting to claim every inch of him as my own. Every fiber of my being screams at me to touch him, to worship his body like the temple it is, but…
But this iswrong, what’s going on between us. It’s built on half-truths and outright lies, and if I had any kind of honor I’d…
Well, I’d…
Bricker jacks himself slowly, his tongue flicking out over his lower lip as he waits for me to give him what he needs. What he’s asked for. Evenbeggedfor…
I can worry about my honor later. It’s a small sacrifice to make sure Bricker gets what he needs.
I kneel on the edge of the bed and push his hand aside as I run my tongue up the inside of his thigh. His cock jerks, the head already slick with pre-cum.
“Please,” Bricker gasps. He arches into my touch.
“Alright,” I murmur, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his inner thigh. “I’ve got you.”
I close my hand around his hard length. Bricker groans in relief, his head falling back on the pillows as I stroke him slowly. I drink in his pleasure, hoarding every moan and shudder. The aching doubt inside me remains, but this is a balm for my soul.
