Page 60 of For All It's Worth
I groaned at the sensation and yanked at his shirt, removing it to get at his creamy skin. My hands explored as he kissed and sucked along my chest. I just needed to be touching him.
It became too much and I needed his mouth like I needed air. Grasping at his hips, I pulled him close and took his mouth in a hard kiss.
The angle wasn’t right so I turned our positions and lifted him to perch on the counter.
He used his feet to pull me into the gap between his legs.
This was perfect, we fit together better this way and I groaned at the feeling of our bare chests touching.
I lost all sense of time as we made out in the dimly-lit kitchen. All I could feel was Max. The citrus smell of his skin, his hair like silk under my fingers. Pants and moans filled the space. The sense that all was right with the world as our lips continued to press together, his tongue delving into my mouth to meet mine. He groaned as I nipped his bottom lip and I swallowed the sound.
Awareness of how my dick ached had me pulling away a little. We needed to slow this down. I wasn’t going to ask Max for more.
Max made a noise of protest as I put some distance between us, his legs around my waist flexing as he tried to pull me back to him. He reached for the button of my jeans, quickly opening them and delving a hand in.
“Max,” I choked out his name in a gasp as he took a firm hold of my cock.
Desperate to taste him this time, I unhooked his legs from around me, pulled him from the counter, and went to my knees.
I was just about to take his cock out when he cried out. “No!”
Immediately I shuffled back, thumping against a cabinet in confusion.
Max looked around the room frantically and moved to pick up his shirt.
“I’m sorry, I need to go,” he said, his voice wobbling with pent-up tears.
It took a couple of seconds for blood to return to my upper brain as I watched him re-dress from my place on the floor.
“Max? What’s going on?”
He gathered up his keys and phone.
“I need to go. I’ll explain, but not now. I have to go.” A tear escaped and I watched it trail down his cheek, gutting me as it reached his jaw.
Max approached tentatively. Stroked a hand along my jaw, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips.
Then he turned and left.
