A rush of heat to his cock made Max squirm, the urge to grind upagainst Connor almost overwhelming.
He wasn’t sure he was meant to do that, though. He had no ideawhat he was doing at all.
“Tell me what you want,” Connor murmured. “You can have anything.”
“You,” Max said without a second thought. Connor was what hewanted. He wanted him close, he wanted his attention, he wantedmore.More of everything they already had.
Connor laughed, his eyes lighting up. “You never stop being sweet,huh?”
“Do you want me to?” Max asked, raising an eyebrow. Maybe thiswasn’t doing anything for Connor. Maybe he liked guys to be more forceful, or…something.
Max wasn’t sure he could do that, but he could try.
“No,” Connor said, shaking his head. “No, you’re perfect just theway you are.”
Max breathed a sigh of relief. That was good to hear, especiallycoming from Connor.
He gasped as Connor laid a hand on his stomach, surprised by howsensitive he suddenly was. How aware he was of every touch, of the warmthrolling off Connor’s body and seeping into his own.
His heartbeat sped up, pulse pounding in his ears. This washappening.
“You sure about this?” Connor asked.
Max nodded eagerly. He’d never been surer about anything in hislife. Whatever it meant about him that he wanted this, he couldn’t pretend thathe didn’t.
He could soul-search later. This was too good to pass up.
Connor hitched up the edge of his t-shirt, making Max hold hisbreath as he teased the delicate just above the waistband of his jeans.Connor’s touch was light, his fingertips tickling Max’s skin, sending littlesparks of pleasure out over it.
Max’s cock was already hard, straining against the zipper, therush of blood making it feel hot and heavy.
And Connor’s hand was soclose.
Max groaned as Connor’s fingertips brushed against his cockthrough his jeans, biting down on his lip. Even through the layers of hisunderwear and the thick denim, this was new and exciting.
No one had ever touched him like this before. No one other thanhimself, anyway.
A jolt of arousal shot down the length of Max’s cock as Connorreached for the button of his fly, so strong it made his hips jerk. He groaned,the sound so loud and so deep it made him blush.
He’d never been turned on like this before. Never been sodesperate for someone to touch him, so eager to get off.
Connor was different. Connor made him feel new, scary things hewasn’t sure he was entirely ready for, but that he wasn’t about to back awayfrom. Not when it felt thisgood.
Max screwed his eyes shut as Connor unzipped his jeans. Watchingwould have been too much. He was already leaking precome into his underwear,already at risk of coming too soon and ruining the moment.
He wanted this to be good for Connor, too.
“Okay there?” Connor asked softly, running his knuckles up anddown the length of Max’s cock through his underwear, sending hot sparks ofpleasure all the way to the base of Max’s spine. He whimpered, rocking his hipsto get more contact, but Connor moved his hand out of the way, leaving Maxthrusting into the empty air.
Max didn’t need to look at him to see the smirk on his face. Hecould imagine it just fine.
“Want more?” Connor asked, his voice a low rumble that wentstraight to Max’s balls. He squirmed again, licking his lips, eager forwhatever Connor was willing to do for him.
He nodded, his brain too scrambled to come up with a betterresponse than that.
Connor hummed, trailing his fingers up and pausing at thewaistband of Max’s underwear. Max flushed under his touch, his skin hot andtight, every nerve ending on fire wherever Connor made contact with him.
He’d jerked off a thousand times, but it’d never been like this.He’d had no idea how good this could be with a second person.
