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)
Sean gasped.
Max growled and started to suckle, gliding his tongue along the underside. “Mmm. Fuck yes.” He moved to the next, leisurely making his way down the line.
Sean jerked. Choked on laughs. “Oh, my God. What was I thinking? Why in the fuck would I agree to this?”
Max grinned around his toes. “Because the thought of not seeing me was just too much to bear.”
Sean locked his eyes with Max’s. Restlessly squirmed. “Then I was a fool,” he laughed, panting. “For you.”
For the briefest of moments, Max’s whole body stilled. Even his heart skipped a beat. Sean’s words had just nailed him, right in the chest. But why? It was just some common cliché.
I was a fool. For you.
So tragically beautiful…
The urge to retreat from his thoughts came fast. Like a brisk breeze skimming his subconscious. Telling him to peace-out, to stop fucking thinking, and get his dumb ass back to business. And since his instincts were typically on point, Max opted to take the advice.
Back-stepping his brain, he shifted gears. “A fool for me? Like my own personal jester?”
“Yeah. Whatever. If you wrap shit up now. Pretty fucking sure it’s been a minute.”
Max’s grin returned. “Never agreed to those terms.” Resuming with his nice, steady rub on Sean’s cock, he slowly slid his tongue between each toe.
“Ungh…” Sean groaned, eyes rolling back, even as his body still twitched. “Fuck, Sir—Please, I—Oh God, that feels good—”
Mmhmm. That’s right. Because pressure was welling in Sean’s cock, altering the stimulation in his toes. Strengthening its potency, but in a sexual way, sending waves of bliss to his crotch. Max moved to Sean’s other foot, rubbing him faster, each stroke grazing his crown through the leather.
Sean grunted breathlessly. Laughed. Twitched. Then straight-up started to writhe. “Fuck—Gonna come, Sir—Oh God—Gonna come—”
Max chuckled and sat back, amused by his sub. He hadn’t touched Sean enough to make him come, and yet, Sean would’ve because so much was in his head. He just got so worked up, so turned on by their exchanges. To the point that, on average, he was halfway to busting before Max ever had a chance to play with him.
Which normally wouldn’t be a positive thing. But to Max, it was awesome. An unspoken compliment where Sean showed without words just how powerfully Max affected him. It endeared Max. It also made him feel possessive as hell. That Sean was his. His treasure, and no one else’s. Because somehow he’d been wired just for Max.
Sean gazed at him, panting, deliciously flushed. So much so, that before he thought better of it, Max leaned over Sean’s body and nuzzled his cheek. Because Sean liked that shit. And now, so did Max.
“Don’t go, Sir.” Sean’s warm breath brushed Max’s ear. “Stay. I don’t care if you have toe breath.”
Max laughed and sat up. “Sorry. Can’t. But maybe I should go brush my teeth.”
Which he promptly did. For principle’s sake. Because truth be told, Sean’s toes had smelled good. They’d tasted pretty amazing, too. Straight from the shower, all fresh and clean. No way they could’ve given Max bad breath.
They had given him a hard-on, though. The way they tasted. The way they felt. Wriggling around in his mouth. Max growled and squeezed his junk. He’d been so turned on that, before he’d even finished, he’d already vowed to find a way to have them again.
He stepped back into his bedroom and eyed Sean’s state. Max had untied his knees before hitting the bathroom, so now Sean laid sprawled out and chill. In that little black jockstrap and nothing else. With his golden locks resting on Max’s pillow.
The sight made Max frown. Made his chest go tight. Because that’s what it’d look like. To have a boyfriend. A partner. Laying welcome in his bed. Making Max feel whole. And happy. And alive... Of course in reality, the guy would be biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to crush him. Max sighed at the thought and made his way to the nightstand.
Sean gave his binds a tug. “Time to go already?”
“Yup.” Max scrolled through his iPhone, then docked it.
“And you’re seriously gonna leave me like this?”
“I am. Part of your payment.”
“With this thing in my ass?”
“No. That’s part of your training.”
Sean scowled. “Yeah, but Sir. For a whole fucking hour?”
“Actually, closer to an hour and a half.”
Sean stilled. Opened his mouth. Snapped it shut. Scowled harder. “Remind me to buy a fucking bike.”
Max’s lips twitched. Then Troye Sivan’s “Bite” filled the room.
“Gasp. For real, Sir?” Sean crooned in playful sarcasm. “You’re going to let me listen to music?”
“Mmhmm. Feeling generous.” Max moved to go. “I’ll check on you soon. See how you’re doing.” He paused in the doorway and pinned Sean with a look. “Oh, and Sean?”
Sean peered at him. “Yeah?”
“Mock me again and I’ll strap you to my spank bench.”