Chapter Sixteen
Max hummed happily as Connor pushed his coat off his shoulders,strong fingers digging deep into the muscles there, soothing them after a longday.
He wanted this. He hadn’t been sure when he kissed Connor, but hewas more than sure now. His heart was racing, his breath coming in desperategasps, but he knew it was the right thing.
Connor tossed his coat aside and moved a hand to the middle ofMax’s chest, pushing him back.
Max went with the pressure eagerly, nerves and arousal bothswirling in his gut.
Hedefinitelywanted this.
He hadn’t quite come to terms with wanting it, but… he couldn’tpretend anymore. He couldn’t pretend Connor didn’t bring up all thesefeelings,and he didn’t want to, either.
Connor was safe. Max trusted him in a way he didn’t quite trustanyone else.
He could trust him with this.
“I’ll look after you,” Connor murmured. It sounded like a promise.
Max believed him. He believed that Connor would be kind, andgentle, and good to him. He wanted that, now more than ever.
He’d been putting his life on hold a long time. All he wanted wasa taste of what it’d be like when he didn’t have to.
“I’ve never done this before,” Max confessed.
“With a man?” Connor asked. “I know.”
Max shook his head. “With anyone.”
He swallowed, unsure how Connor would react to that confession.
To his surprise, Connor smiled a soft, warm smile that made Max’sstomach flip over. “That’s okay. I’ll go easy on you,” he teased.
Despite his nerves, Max laughed. For the first time in a while, hefelt a little joy coming back into his life.
Connor always made him feel like that.
Whatever this was, whatever that meant about him, he didn’t care.As long as Connor was here, right now.
He could figure out what all this meant later.
“If you need to stop, just let me know, okay?” Connor said. “Don’thesitate.”
“I won’t,” Max said, already knowing that he wouldn’t want tostop. Not for anything. This was too important, and he wasn’t about to blow hischance.
He reached up to pull Connor in by the collar of the thin t-shirthe was wearing, sealing their lips together again. He’d never really kissedanyone like this before, but it came naturally.
Max felt needy and desperate, a soft sound welling up in hischest, catching in his throat. He just wanted more. More of this, more ofConnor. As much as he could get.
It was okay to want a little affection.
And it was okay to want it from Connor, who’d been so kind to him.
Connor pushed on his chest again, forcing him to lean back intothe cushions behind him. He swung his leg over Max’s, settling in his lap, awarm weight that made arousal flare up in the pit of Max’s stomach.
This felt good.
He rocked his hips against Max, a long, slow grind that made himgasp as Connor’s cock rubbed against his through his jeans.
