He smiles, and it’s so full of kindness that I relax a little. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” I push the conviction into my voice. And I do want to. It’s just nerves from how long it’s been. From the fact that the last person to see me bent over was Grant.
Max studies my face for a second, so I school my expression, focus on the lust powering through my veins. I want Max. I want to know what his tongue feels like inside of me. A moan almost escapes my mouth just thinking about it.
Max nods decisively. “Okay. You can put your clothes on the couch.”
I strip my jacket off and toss it aside, then my T-shirt and boots. I hesitate just a second before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them off.
Then I move to the center of the room, where I know Max will have a good view, and I kneel. A bolt of fear shoots up my spine, but I push it down.Just focus on how much Max will like this. How good it’ll feel.
Then I bend over, put my elbows on the floor and my ass in the air.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” Max calls from his desk.
I do what he says and take a deep breath. I’m expecting to only be able to think about the things I did with Grant, but to my surprise, all I can think about is how much I hope Max finishes work before the deadline. I want to feel him, and I’ve never actually had someone do this before. I’ve always done it to guys when they asked but was never comfortable enough to allow them to do it back.
Something about Max makes it feel safer.
Max works in silence for about half an hour, then says, “You look great like that.”
I grunt in response. My knees are tired, but he’s still probably sore from the spanking I gave him last night, so I guess it’s fair. It’s embarrassing to stay in this position, to know that he’s looking at me whenever he wants, but that also makes it feel incredibly sexy too.
After what feels like an eternity, Max speaks, triumph in his voice. “Done. And with an hour to spare.”
“I’m beginning to think you didn’t have that much work to begin with,” I say as I start to straighten.
“No, no.” Max reaches out and puts a hand on my back. I hadn’t even heard him get up from the desk. “Stay like that.”
A ripple of unease unfurls in my stomach, but I obey. Being on my knees with my back to him wasn’t so bad when he was across the room. But now…he could do whatever he wanted.
Max runs his hand down my spine and over my ass.
My head tells me to pull away, but my body presses back against his hand, seeking his touch. Because my body knows Max can make me feel fucking good.
“You still okay?” Max asks, his voice gentle. I think he might genuinely want to know. Like if I told him no, it would be okay.
I think of what he said, about how I was allowed to have a color too. It’s probably about yellow right now, but I say, “I’m green.”
“Okay.” Max settles behind me. His breath caresses my ass, and then his tongue slides between my cheeks.
I groan before I can stop myself. I knew it felt good based on reactions from guys when I did it for them, but I didn’t realize how good. The heat alone is enough to make my muscles clench.
He presses open-mouthed kisses on my skin before sliding his tongue over me again, stopping to lap in the center. When his tongue dips inside my hole, I cry out from the feeling.
“Shh,” Max whispers, wrapping a hand around my thigh to help me stay up.
I take a breath and try to come back down, but Max has other plans. He presses his tongue into me again, pushing past an extremely tight circle of muscle. As soon as he’s deep enough, he starts flicking his tongue up and down, side to side. He reaches under me with his free hand to play with my cock, sliding his thumb along the tip first to gather some moisture.
I grip the rug in my fists and press my forehead to the floor, trying not to cry out again. I have to be quiet. I have to—
Max pulls his tongue out to the tip then spears me with it again and again, sucking and lapping at me like he’s a starving man.
A whimper slips past my lips, and I try to pull away from the sensation, but he keeps a tight hold on my thigh, not allowing me to move an inch.
“Max.” His name falls from my mouth on a whisper, and then I’m coming, shooting my load all over his rug. He keeps thrusting his tongue in and out as I ride out my orgasm. I feel my asshole clenching over and over, like it’s trying to hold onto his tongue.
When I’m finally spent, he helps me turn over onto my back, away from the mess I made on the floor.
