Damn, Maximoff.Heat gathers, a groan in the pit of my throat. He instinctively thrusts forward, pelvis against pelvis. He searches for harder contact on his cock. Something I notice he does often. Something that turns me into a throbbing rock.
I pin his back to the counter. Grinding my erection against his, and he breaks our hungered kiss to let out a strangled moan, “Fuck.”
I want him naked. Bare. Bent over the kitchen table.
I bet he wants me the same way.
I bear more of my weight on him. Maximoff curses out in a throaty groan, his daggered glare on the ceiling. His heartbeat pounds rapidly against my hard chest. I hold his jaw protectively, my fingers sliding over his mouth, down to his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathes. Every look, every word he uttersfistsmy dick.
Maximoff turns the tables. He grabs my ass and uses his strength to straighten up. Not letting our bodies separate, he holds us together and walks me backwards.
My spine hits the refrigerator.
He unbuckles my belt and then slides his coarse hand down my black pants. Only the thin cotton of my boxer-briefs act as a barrier. As he strokes my length, I grit down in arousal, blood pumping hot.
Fuck, I bow forward, my head spinning for a second. “Looks like you’re back to being charitable,” I breathe.
Maximoff removes his hand.
I almost laugh. “And then he leaves to prove a point.”
“I’m checking the time, asshole.” He rotates his wrist, his cheap watch-face in view. “We have ten minutes before everyone gets here.Maybe.”
“Only one of us is getting head then.”
Neither of us forfeits that quickly for most things. Maximoff already has a solution and pulls acoinout of his pocket. “Let’s flip for it.”
“You carry quarters in your pocket?” I raise my brows at him. “What else is in there? A floppy-disk?”
“Shut up and call it.” He tosses the coin.
“Heads.”
He slaps the quarter on the top of his hand. Then, he lifts his palm toheads.
“You can’t beat me at everything,” I tell him.
“I’m starting to think that’s your favorite phrase.” He lowers to one knee, already manhandling my body by wrenching me forward—damn.
I lean my shoulders on the fridge, pulse in my throat. “It’s definitely one of them.”
In one pull, my pants are at my thighs. My fingers weave through his thick hair. Knelt before me, he still seems godly andstatuesque, worthy of adoration. His hands trace the muscular curve of my waist that draw him towards my cock.
“I think I like you down there,” I tease.
“Most people do.” He slowly sinks my boxer-briefs down my thighs. My erection springs out, and his chest falls in a desirous breath. He looks at me once to say, “I give great head.”
Greatmay be an understatement, but I tell him, “The amount of people that call you humble, I’m beginning to think are all liars.”
“Or I am humble. Just not when it comes to sex.”
That comment really stays with me for a second, and then he grips me and languidly licks my tip—fuck.A blistering knot builds in my throat. My head hits a fridge magnet as soon as his lips wrap around my shaft.Fuckfuck.
Shoulders on the fridge, my waist bowed forward, I rock into his mouth, pushing deeper. I know he can take all of me. I tighten my hold on the back of his head.
Maximoff clutches and squeezes my bare ass, and I reach back and place my hand on top of his.
