Page 76 of For All It's Worth
Chapter Thirty
Charlie
Ididn’tknowwherethe rest of our night was going to go. I certainly hadn’t expected to be making out with my roommate while my boyfriend watched. Especially after watching him make out with Henry, too. Jesus that had been hot. I’d wondered at the lack of jealousy, but if anything, it was a turn-on to see them together like that and know how Max was affecting Henry. This wasn’t going to be a common thing, I didn’t want a third in our relationship and I was sure Henry felt the same way. It wasn’t either of us he wanted, regardless of his body's reaction.
Max turned to me. “Bed. Now.”
Yes, sir.
I was so turned on that I couldn’t think straight and before I knew what was happening, Max had me pinned to my bed.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take off all your clothes and lie back on this bed. I’m going to tie you down and work you over until that kiss with Henry is a distant memory and my name is the only one you remember.” Max’s voice was low, barely restrained need turning the words into a growl.
A moan escaped me and Max moved back, knowing he had my full focus.
“Are you on board with that, Charlie?” Max stared at me, looking for any hesitation.
Nodding frantically, I began to strip out of my clothes quickly but was stopped with a hand on my chest. “Words, Charlie.”
“Yes. I want that.”
“Good. Do you want to give me a safeword?”
“Traffic lights.” I paused and he looked at me for clarification, “Red for stop. Yellow to slow down and check-in. Green for go.”
“Perfect. Get those clothes off, then.”
In my haste to strip off my jeans, I nearly tripped over my feet. My cock was achingly hard, and if I didn’t calm down now this was going to be over before it started.
Settling against the pillows in the center of the bed, I placed my hands on either side of my head and waited for Max to find what he was looking for in my dresser.
He returned to my side with some silk ties. I’d kept some of the business wear, my suits and ties, from all the meetings I’d held while running the clubs. A deep part of me wondered if I’d kept them in case I returned to the clubs, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. The lingering sadness at that realization had evaporated.
Max quickly tied my hands firmly to the wooden frame of the bed. Henry had helped me fix the frame a couple of days ago so it no longer squeaked and groaned at every movement. I tested the restraints. There was some room for movement, but not a lot.
Then Max grabbed a pillow and placed it under my hips, angling them for easier access to my hole.
Coming down on top of me, he took my mouth in a bruising kiss, opening my mouth with his tongue to probe deep inside. We stayed that way for a long time, Max still clothed moving against me as he explored my mouth with his tongue, occasionally nipping at my lips and making me moan.
Left breathless, I pulled my head away to break the kiss and moaned at the nips and licks to my neck, along my collarbone, and down to my left nipple.
Max tortured and teased it for a long time while his fingers teased the other. All the while, I gasped and moaned.
He switched nipples, giving the right the same treatment until I was begging for him to give my cock attention.
Instead of heading down my body as I wanted, Max came back up for another deep kiss. The taste of Henry was long gone and only my Max remained.
Max pulled away this time and I groaned in frustration. I wanted him in me, on me, owning me completely.
He lavished kisses down my neck and chest again, before traveling further south. Kisses, licks, and nips were traced along my torso and lower abdomen as I tried to buck and move to get him where I needed him. His tongue laved the sensitive skin between my thighs and groin, avoiding my straining shaft altogether.
There was a devilish smirk on his face when I begged. “Max, please!”
Time became meaningless as he did as he said he would, working me over while leaving my dick hard and untouched. Being tied to the bed added extra depth to the sensations, to the whole experience. It made me focus on every movement that he made.
I was panting and leaking for him, ready to beg, when he rolled a condom down my length and took me into his hot, wet mouth. I hated that we had to use condoms for blow jobs but was determined not to let my poor choices in the past affect Max, so I had picked up flavored ones to make it more appealing and I could still feel the perfect suction on the head, the way his tongue moved down the shaft.
As Max sucked me, he used a glove and lubed fingers to open and stretch me, still taking his time and leaving me desperate. He looked me in the eyes as he sucked me deep, two fingers inside me and I could see the need there. My hips thrust gently, working me deeper into his mouth and then back onto his fingers. Max added a third, twisting them and pressing against my prostate, making me cry out.
