Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 709(@200wpm)___ 567(@250wpm)___ 473(@300wpm)
Max led him to the couch and wrapped him in a blanket, then dropped onto the couch with Sean in tow. Sean settled in beside him. Max pulled him closer. Then he handed Sean his water and drank his own.
Sean watched him close his eyes, watched him tip back his head, feeling ridiculously envious of Max’s bottle. To have those stubborn lips on his body again. On his nipples. Against his ear. Along his collarbone. Anywhere.
Max capped his drink and looked at him. Sean held his peaceful gaze.
A few seconds later, though, Max tugged on Sean’s blanket. “Head on my lap, Sean. Want my fingers in your hair.”
Sean’s insides stirred. Such a hot little command, with Sean’s name on his tongue to boot. Every time he said it, Sean instantly warmed. Especially when his voice was all husky. Husky like it was now, thick with unmet need. Which Sean felt was pretty safe to assume since Max still sported a raging boner. He could see it plain as day against the fly of Max’s leathers. He needed to come also, which had to suck.
Hmm…
Sean laid on his back with his head on Max’s thighs. Immediately, Max’s hand was in his hair. Moving through it idly, toying with his ear, while his other hand laid resting on Sean’s chest.
Damn, this was nice.
Sean peered into his eyes. “Can I ask you a question? About our scenes?”
Max tunneled his fingers deeper. “Of course.
Sean shifted a little, choosing his words. “What if I want you to come, too?”
Max’s hand paused. He stared at Sean. “Then I guess I’d come, too.”
Sean’s grin was instantaneous. “Really? Every time?”
“Depends. What’s your fantasy?”
Sean’s smile ebbed. “My fantasy?”
“Yeah. In our scene. The way you want me to come.”
“Oh. Um. I didn’t really have anything specific in mind. Was just sort of thinking… you’d appreciate it.”
Max blinked, then laughed. “You feel bad that I didn’t come.”
Sean’s smile returned. “You’re laughing at me.”
Max grinned wide as shit. “God, you’re cute.”
“Great,” Sean laughed. “Please tell me you like cute.”
Max tamped back his amusement. “Sometimes I do.” He lifted his hand from Sean’s chest and stroked his cheek. Got his other hand back to playing in Sean’s hair. “Next time I’ll come. Any other requests?”
Sean closed his eyes, relishing Max’s touch. “Don’t think so. No. I’m good.”
“Alright, then tell me what you thought about tonight.”
“It was awesome. I loved it.”
Max brushed Sean’s mouth, right at the corner, with his thumb. “What did you love, Sean. Tell me some specifics.”
Sean’s lips parted. Fuck. He loved that thumb. Wanted it not just near his mouth, but in it. “Sucking your dick. Could’ve done that all night.”
“Hmm. What else?” Max stroked his bottom lip.
“When you edged me. That was awesome.” Sean touched Max with his tongue. “Drove me fucking crazy. I loved it.”
“Fuck, yeah. That was nice…” Max’s voice dipped low. He moved his hand from Sean’s mouth. “What else?”
Sean exhaled. Max’s fingers had moved to his neck. Were roaming slowly up and down his throat. Sean shivered. Clutched his blanket. Max was making him hard.
“I loved how you showed me... How you helped me understand.” Sean shook his head. “All this time… Shit, I still can’t believe it.”
“And the things we did after?”
“God, I loved all that, too. Blew my rookie mind, just like you said.”
“Mmm. That was awesome. You’re gorgeous in the throes.”
Sean opened his eyes. “I am?”
“Fuck yes,” Max growled. “So genuine.”
Sean melted into his stare. “You were my first.”
“Yeah… I know.”
“I’m glad it was you.”
Max stilled. Nodded once. “Me, too.”
Sean stared at him intently, feeling some strange new bond between them. But honestly, that shouldn’t surprise him. Hell, he’d told Max his darkest secret, a huge release Sean hadn’t known he needed. And Max hadn’t judged him at all. And then Max helped him overcome his one true fear, freeing Sean from yet another burden. Of course, in the process, Max did something else as well. He allowed Sean to experience true ecstasy. Sean tingled at the memory. Such raw, carnal rapture. He’d never in his life felt anything like it.
Max lowered his hand back down to Sean’s chest and idly rubbed along his pecs. Sean winced. Max grazed his nipple, and that fucker was still sore.
Max smirked. “What’d you think of the clothespins, Sean? You haven’t mentioned them at all.”
“They were different. Kinda cool. For the most part. Except the two.”
Max’s lips curved higher. “It’s an acquired taste.”
“You like ‘em?” Sean asked, lifting his brow.
“I do.”
“Oh, good. Next time you can wear ‘em.”
Max barked out a laugh and patted Sean’s cheek. “Sorry little sub. Still gotta toughen you up.”
Sean grinned despite Max’s less than reassuring response. Couldn’t help it. Was powerless. Because Max had laughed again. And Sean seriously loved when he did that.
Max’s smile ebbed. Their eyes lingered. The only sound was Max’s music. But the quiet wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. So much so, that Sean wished he had a pause button so he could click the thing and prolong the moment. Otherwise, at any minute, Max was going to shift back. Back to stiff and guarded. Back to cold.