Page 63 of Unrivaled

Max wasn’t owning up to the skip his heart gave at the words—or the fact that it was the promise of next time, and not sex, that caused it. “Take off your pants, you smug asshole.”

It must be Max’s lucky day, because Grady actually did what he asked. Max squirmed out of his too. By the time he was naked, Grady was kneeling between his legs, looking hungrily at Max’s cock and the mess it had already left on his thighs and stomach.

Max couldn’t muster the focus to feel embarrassed when Grady was reaching for the lube, obviously as eager to get his dick in Max’s ass as Max was to have it.

The problem came when Grady pushed inside and Max arched his back again and sent his neck into agony.

“Fuck!” Max liked a good slap on his ass in the heat of the moment, but this was the bad kind of pain. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through it.

Grady put a palm in the center of Max’s chest and pushed down until his shoulders went flat to the bed. Max grunted. “I’d joke about tying you up, but I don’t think your arm could handle it.”

Max exhaled through his nose and consciously relaxed his neck and shoulders. Then he canted his hips; Grady should remember he had a job to do here. “Put a pin in that thought.”

Grady took his cue without further prompting. He snapped forward and nailed Max’s prostate just right. Biting his lip, Max closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it. He braced his right arm against the mattress and wrapped his legs around Grady’s waist.

But Max wasn’t designed to lie there and take it, and he only lasted a handful of deep, perfect thrusts before he dug his left elbow into the mattress and tried to use it for leverage.

Huffing, Grady pulled out.

Max opened his eyes. “Hey!”

“You’re a danger to yourself,” Grady said. “Turn over.”

All the wires in Max’s brain crossed in his haste to obeythatparticular annoyed, turned-on tone. Grady tugged his hips as Max wrestled to get his right arm beneath him. He had to rest his head on the pillow because the angle would’ve been murder on his neck, but otherwise Grady had the right idea—there was little Max could do to aggravate his injuries in this position.

“Stop squirming,” Grady complained again when he was back inside Max.

“Get the angle right, then,” Max bitched. “What is this, amateur hour?”

Grady fucked in hard enough to rattle Max’s teeth, adjusted the angle of Max’s right thigh, and fried most of Max’s remaining brain cells. “Anyone ever tell you you’re high-maintenance?”

Max swallowed a laugh with a gasp and curled the fingers of his left hand into the bedsheets. That was a new one, but Gradywouldthink so. “Not—ah, do that again—not really.” He thrust his ass backward to meet Grady’s hips.

“For fuck’s sake, stopmoving.”

Easy for him to say;hedidn’t have to try to hold still while his central nervous system liquified. “Fucking make me. Jesus. You thinkI’mhigh-maintenance.”

Grady dug his fingers into Max’s hips. Max would’ve sworn he could feel the slap coming—Larry was ready for it—but it didn’t land. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? But I’m not going to.”

Max opened his mouth to protest. It figured—of course Grady wouldn’t give him what he wanted; Grady was a contrary asshole—but then he continued,

“If you want me to spank your ass so bad, you can behave yourself. It’s only a punishment if you don’t like it.”

At that point Max’s spine stopped working, and he couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it, because his brain went offline. An embarrassing moan escaped his mouth because Max didn’t have any control over that either.

“Knew you could do it,” Grady said, like the smug asshole he was.

The flat of his palm landed against the meat of Max’s ass, sending fire along his nerve endings. Max bit his lip, but the gasp came out anyway, and his body spasmed around Grady’s dick.

But he didn’t move—not voluntarily—until his cock was dripping between his legs, his right arm was shaking with the effort of holding him up, and his ass stung so good from being slapped he couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck,” he groaned into the pillow. “Grady, I gotta—”

“Yeah,” Grady said, sounding every bit as wrecked as Max felt, and Max wasn’t gonna ask twice.

He didn’t have a perfect range of motion on his left arm, but he could get his hand around his dick. One more stinging slap on the back of his thigh and he hurtled into orgasm, shuddering and shaking and making a mess of Grady’s sheets.

Grady followed like he always did. His grip on Max’s hips tightened and he bit off a curse Max only vaguely heard through the roaring in his own ears, and his balls twitched against Max’s ass as he came.

With the endorphins leaching out of his brain, Max gave himself a moment to recover. He kept doing this. Realistically, he was going tokeepdoing it until he couldn’t anymore, which was stupid. Eventually he’d break and his feelings would come flooding out, and Grady would be horrified.

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