He led the way, my hand enveloped in his as we made our way into his cellar sanctuary. I had about five seconds to catch my breath before he had me pinned to a wall.
Max scraped his scruffy beard over the crook of my neck, his lips exploring my skin as his hand moved down until it squeezed my cock. There was no doubt he was in control here. His grip was firm and certain, like he knew what I needed better than I did.
"This is mine," he said, a hot breath puffing out over my neck as he stroked me.
"Oh my god, yes." It wasn't even a question—and he knew it.
"I want you. I want you more than anything. It hurts, babe. It hurts so bad," he said, his words tumbling out in a gasp.
"Then I'll make it better."
Without further explanation, I backed him across the room until the backs of his legs hit the mattress. I dropped to my knees, edged my fingers under his belt, and pressed my mouth to his fly. I dragged my lips over the denim-covered ridge of him, thick and hard and hot through the fabric. I traced his length down and scraped my teeth over his flared head. His legs shook and he shoved his fingers through my hair as I reversed course and followed him to the root.
"Do that one more time and I'm gonna come in my pants," Max warned. "One more time, Jory. Just you watch."
"Would you like that?" I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans while I asked. I was confident I knew the answer but it wasn't wrong to overcommunicate in these situations. "I want to give you what you want."
Max flailed his arms out. "And I want to give you whatyouwant."
"Right. Of course. We're a pair of selfless lovers. That lines up with our track record." I chuckled to myself as I pushed his jeans down. "Let's do it this way. You get this round. I get the next one. Eventually, we'll figure out how to share a round. All good?" I didn't wait for him to agree. "Great. If you had to choose between a dry hump with you coming in your pants or a blow job with you coming in my mouth—"
"That one," he interrupted, slapping an invisible buzzer like he was on a game show. "Second option. Yes, please."
I yanked his boxer briefs down, and his heavy cock swung free. I studied him for a moment, taking in the veins along his shaft, his wide, ruddy head, and his earthy scent. "Good choice."
"If you stare at me like that another minute, I'm gonna come all over your face, babe."
I took pity on his poor, needy cock, curling my fingers around his shaft and brushing my lips over the crown. "Are you trying to tell me something about your endurance, Coach?"
Max's hands shifted from my head to my shoulders. "More of that," he ordered. "More."
I could've teased him. Could've drawn this out. Could've pushed him to the point of begging. But I didn't want any of that tonight. Begging and teasing had their place but I wanted tolovehim tonight. Even if I wasn't quite ready to say those words, I wanted him to feel it.
"Again, again, again," he chanted. "Please."
"Anything you want, it's yours," I whispered, laving my tongue over him. "Sit down. You're going to enjoy this."
Max's backside hit the mattress with Pavlovian speed. "I'm already enjoying it."
I pushed his clothes all the way down to his ankles and tugged them free. "Come on. Don't set a low bar for me."
"I'm not," he said, his words soft as he watched me settling between his legs, sliding my palms over his bare thighs. "This is perfect, Jory. You're perfect."
I took his cock in hand because I didn't want this to be about the things we said to each other anyway. I wanted him to feel the things I wasn't adept at putting into words and I wanted him to accept them as if I'd said them, shouted them, screamed them into cold, stone-carved truth.
Max's hands moved over my shoulders, up my neck, and into my hair, his body vibrating as I worked him. I swallowed him down and groaned around his girth. The scents of body wash and musk mingled with the rich, salty taste of him on my tongue. I worked him hard and took him deep even as tears filled my eyes and spilled over.
When I slipped a hand between his legs to cup his sac, he tightened his hold on my hair. He shifted a bit, scooting his backside right to the edge.Ahhhh. That was where he wanted my attention.
"Jory, Jory, Jory, I'm, oh my god, yes," he stammered, his words running together as I swept a finger over his back channel. His spine arched as he growled low and loud at the ceiling. "I'm—ohmygod—yes."
Since I wasn't letting this end after a few brief moments, I bobbed my head in agreement as I shifted from quick, intense strokes to a slower yet equally intense rhythm.
"Ohhh."
I glanced up through the gag-tears and watched Max drop his head back, his face angled toward the ceiling and his chest heaving. Even with lights on, it was shadowy down here, but I couldn't miss the flush coloring his cheeks and neck. He was so damn beautiful. I wanted to tell him that. I wanted him to know he was the best thing I'd ever had at my mercy, the best thing by far, and I'd do this forever if he let me. I'd fall to the ground and let this enormous bear of a man take everything he needed from me, let him use me in any way he wanted so long as it was my name that never left his lips.
I wanted to tell him all of this but I couldn't. Even if those words glowed in my head like neon signs, I didn't know how to speak them. All I could do was go on teasing, sucking, stroking. Praying these emotions traveled through skin and muscle. Praying he knew.
