Page 56 of For All It's Worth
I ran my hands down his back, taking a firm grip of his ass and pulling him into me. I loved the weight of him on me. The feel of his firm body against mine. Just knowing that this was Max and he was kissing me back, blew my mind.
In this new position, his ass was on my thighs and he could rock his pelvis to meet mine. We moaned in unison as our hard cocks brushed.
Max undulated in my lap as I kissed along his jaw and down his neck before attacking his mouth again. I couldn’t get enough of kissing him.
He grunted as I pulled him tightly against me and bit down on his neck, laving the mark I’d left.
My dick hurt, it was so hard. I mentally cursed my jeans and their stranglehold and wriggled in place making Max moan. Slipping a hand in between us to open them and unzip my fly, I didn’t pause kissing Max. I needed him more than air.
He groaned as he felt my movement, my hand brushing his hardness. His movements stuttered, there was a small pause before he came to a decision and swatted my hand away. He pulled my cock free, the tip purple-red and swollen. Running a hand over the hard shaft, he breathed a sigh against my lips.
Using the precum at the tip, he ran his hand up and down my length, giving a twist as he reached the crown.
“Max, so good,” I panted against his mouth.
Resting my forehead against his, I watched him work me over until my hands itched to be touching him, too.
I maneuvered my hand into his pants, drew him out, and fused my lips to his as I gripped him firmly. I loved the feel of him in my hand and was desperate to taste him, but didn’t want to push it. I settled with getting him off, hopefully erasing the strange tension that I could feel in the way he set his shoulders, the slight frown at the edge of his mouth.
He worked my cock quickly, moaning into my neck when I rubbed my thumb over his crown and pressed slightly into his slit. We both quickly rushed towards our mutual release. The heat between us was undeniable and I felt half outside my body watching as Max took control of our pleasure. He was so sexy that I almost couldn’t stand to watch. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel, every stroke sending me spiraling higher.
I came first, sharp and suddenly, spilling over his hand and crying out his name. I tightened my grip on him and bit down on his shoulder and he followed me. His cum was hot against my fingers, and my name was a moan on his lips.
Instead of basking in the afterglow, Max pulled away and looked around almost frantically, like he was squashing down his reaction. “Tissues?” He kept his face away from me. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to assess the situation
“Charlie?”
I looked at him, confused at the way he was behaving.
“Nevermind,” he moved to the hall and entered the bathroom. I heard water and Max returned a minute later, all traces of what we’d done gone.
His hair was back to being artfully tousled, his clothing straight and his eyes shuttered.
“Do you need a cloth?” He asked.
“I’ll…uh.” Words failed me. “I’ll go clean up.”
I entered the bathroom, washed up, and tucked my spent dick away. My t-shirt went into the hamper and I contemplated grabbing another before I returned to Max.
Glancing down the hall, I saw him perched on the edge of the sectional worrying his lip and clasping his hands together.
I skipped getting another t-shirt, wanting to check in with him.
“Everything okay?” I asked as I sat down next to him.
“Everything’s fine,” he lied. I could hear it in his voice.
“I’m sorry if I pushed you.” I moved to touch his hand.
He flinched before restraining his reaction.
“You didn’t, I did. I got caught up in the moment.”
He laughed but there was a hysterical tinge to it. “Should we finish the movie?”
“Sure.”
We sat back comfortably on the sofa, though there was a gap between us that hadn’t been there before. The tension in the room was suffocating, but I didn’t want to say anything and make things worse.
