Page 122 of Unrivaled

Right now Grady would let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. He went to his knees when Max pushed, and moved his hands to cup the backs of Max’s thick thighs.

Max made a wordless noise of approval and pushed the waistband of his sweats down far enough to get his dick out.

Then he guided it into Grady’s mouth and Grady’s mind went static. He’d never seen Max likethis. Normally he preferred to goad Grady into doing what he wanted, but tonight he was apparently not only too turned on to wait for Grady to come home but desperate enough to take charge physically. Grady’s mouth watered as Max fucked it, and Grady took him down the best he could, deliciously aware of his own cock leaking in his pants.

But Max hardly let Grady get into it. He’d barely had time to work his throat open when Max swore and backed away. “Fuck, you’re too fucking good at that. Come on, get up.”

Before Grady could process, Max was pulling at his shoulders, urging him to stand. Then he shoved Grady around to face the wall and unbuckled his suit pants from behind.

Grady opened his mouth to remind Max about their agreement and snapped it closed again a second later when Max knelt behind him and spread his asscheeks. A pathetic gurgle slipped past his lips when Max flicked his tongue over his hole, but Max probably couldn’t hear him over his own moans, so his dignity was intact.

Or not, as it turned out when Max pushed his tongue past the ring of muscle and Grady’s knees tried to buckle. He braced his hands against the wall, bit his lip, and tried not to fall over while Max ate him out.

He was working up to asking Max what his plan was when that wet hot tongue pulled away and something harder slid into its place. Then Max slapped his asscheek, bit the side of his hip, and said, “Pull your pants up.”

What?

But Grady’s hands were already obeying even though his brain had no idea what was happening. Had Max put a plug in his ass and then told him to put his pants back on?Why?

His tongue felt slow, too thick for his mouth. The hard silicone in his ass hit the right spot to make him brainless. His erection tented the front of his pants, and the inside of his underwear was wet with precome.

The next thing Grady knew, Max was pushing him down on the couch and climbing into his lap. Somewhere overhead, music started playing. Grady couldn’t identify it. Now the plug was grinding against his prostate and Max was grinding against his dick.

Grady raised his hands to Max’s hips, but Max slapped them away. “You know the rules,” he chided. “No touching during a lap dance.”

How was Grady supposed to keep his hands to himself when Max’s pierced nipples were right in front of his face?

“Hands on the back of the couch,” Max instructed.

When he rolled his hips, Grady had no choice but to obey. He needed to hold on to something or he’d fly apart.

Max put his hands on Grady’s shoulders. With his thighs trapping Grady’s hips, he had Grady pinned exactly where they both wanted him. He looked incredible, with his eyes dark and his hair wild and his mouth swollen and shiny with spit. The pleasure mounted as Max rubbed his ass over Grady’s erection, back arched like he knew how bad Grady wanted to bite his nipples, and wanted to drive him crazy.

Then Max fumbled in the couch cushions and said, “Fuck—where’s the—there it is—” and the plug started to vibrate.

Grady’s head fell back and his mouth dropped open. Max’s full, round ass rubbed just right against his erection, and Grady’s body wanted to turn inside-out to get closer to him.

“God,” Max groaned. “Fuck, Grades, you see what you do to me? You see what you—” He cut himself off and shoved his shorts down far enough to get one hand on his cock.

Grady watched slack-jawed, too wrecked to do more than breathe and try to buck up, to fuck into the perfect grip of Max’s asscheeks.

Max shoved the fingers of his left hand into Grady’s mouth and Grady hurtled into orgasm, chest heaving as he clamped down around the plug. His underwear flooded with come. Max swore again and fisted the head of his dick until he shot all down the front of Grady’s shirt and jacket.

For a few long seconds Grady thought he was shuddering with the aftershocks of an intense orgasm. Then he realized the plug was still vibrating and flailed vaguely on the couch, looking for the remote.

“Shit, sorry,” Max said. He found it first, but he must’ve hit the button to turn it up, because Grady jolted with the sudden increase in frequency. “Sorry!” Finally it stopped.

Then Max collapsed against his chest, sweaty and panting.

Jesus.

Grady curled his fingers in Max’s hair and tugged his face up for a kiss.

“Do you feel disrespected?” Max mumbled into his neck a moment later.

Grady found his voice. “Well mysuitdefinitely does.”

Max shook with silent laughter.

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