How did I show him I was here to stay? How did I prove I was absolutelyhead over heels in love with him?After all, I moved all the way from Portugal to be here. Why was he afraid?
“I’m here, Max.” Was all I said before I crashed my mouth into his with all the strength I had. Since we were right in the middle of the sidewalk I kept it brief but made my intentions known. “Now, look to your right.”
“Oh, baby, I love you so much.” He gave me another kiss and pulled me into our favorite store.
Ten minutes later, we left with a bag full of containers of cookie dough and the promise of a very sexy evening.
* * *
“Earth to Isaac…”
“What?” I asked Rich absentmindedly. He was one of the volunteers at Liberty Center who’d been a lifesaver from day one because he seemed to know everything.
“Man, you look so blissed out. Whatever you’re taking, I want some.”
I chuckled. “You can’t have him. He’s all mine.”
“Oh yeah, of course, the sexy nurse.” He gave me a knowing look. “Anyway, just wanted to let you know Diogo and his uncle are coming up to see you.”
“That’s great, thanks, Rich.”
I tidied the paperwork on the desk and noticed the Christmas decoration Max gave me last Christmas sitting there by the computer monitor.
Somehow my workspace didn’t feel complete without that little reminder of Max and our time together last year. That brought back memories of last night when he’d tortured me in the best of ways.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I’d screamed.
“Isaac, baby, you taste so fucking good,” Max had said before he’d spread more cookie dough on my hole and licked it clean. “Hmm, I love the taste of your bare skin, your musky smell, all man, and all mine.” He’d pulled my hips up so my ass was higher in the air and I’d groaned at losing the friction I was getting from the bedsheets.
He’d rewarded me with his mouth on my rock-hard cock as he’d played with my balls with one hand and used the fingers on the other handto enter my hole.
I’d looked behind me to see Max lying on his back with his head between my legs. His erection had been standing up, ready for play, and I’d wondered how long it would take until I’d have it inside me.
“I’m not going to last, Max,” I’d threatened.
Max had scooted up the bed, still under me, so I’d ended up lying on top of him. He’d taken my mouth, and I’d tasted the mix of peanut butter, chocolate, and precum. It had been heady,to say the least.
I’d straddled Max, hoping he’d get the not-so-littlehint thatI needed to come desperately and wanted to have him inside me when I did.
When I’d stretched up to reach the side table to grab the condoms and lube, Max had stopped me with a kiss that made my toes curl and had taken both our cocks in his hand.
I’d gasped at the tight grip of his hand. Trying to stop my body from moving on its own accord had been a hopeless fight. One I’d not been interested in joining, so I’d let the pleasure wash over me and wrap me like a blanket. I didn’t care what I’d wanted seconds before. All I’d needed was this, to be this close to Max, to feel his hardness against mine.
The pressure had been building in my lower back, and I’d known I was too close. Like a mind reader, Max had brought his other hand down to cup my ass, and had then moved it so his finger teased my entrance. I’d instinctively opened for him and let out a sigh as he’d pushed through the ring of muscles.
The moment he’d touched my prostate it had been game over as the build-up of the orgasm had bubbled over, and I’d come with a string of curses and I love yous.
Max had still been hard against my softening cock so I had slapped his hand away and taken him in my mouth, tasting myself as I’d brought him his own orgasm.
We’d had a slow shower after that, cleaning each other and making out under the spray of the water. I had never felt more at home, but as we’d dried off, I’d known that I needed to bring up a topic Max was trying to avoid at all costs. Lucy.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.
“Diogo, Fernando, how are you both? Come in, take a seat.” I pointed to the two chairs in front of my desk. “Would you like something to drink?”
I was still getting used to the fancy coffee machine Dorian and Jean-Paul had in their office. It made the best homemade coffee I’d ever had. I was prettysure I was over-caffeinated most days, but since Max kept me awake at odd hours, it was probably a necessity.
“That would be great, thanks,” Fernando said.
