Page 77 of For All It's Worth
All I could think about was him and the way that he lit up my body with overwhelming sensations and I felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm.
“I’m close!”
He pulled his mouth off my cock and stilled his fingers, his other hand rubbing soothingly up and down my thigh as I calmed. I wanted to curse. I just wanted to cum but Max didn’t look ready to give up his game. He hadn’t even undressed yet.
Instead of returning to my cock, he moved up my body again, keeping his fingers inside, but they were still.
He kissed me, the strawberry taste of the flavored latex on his tongue before he broke away to use his free hand to remove his shirt, fumbling with it with only one hand.
“Should’ve taken my clothes off first,” he muttered under his breath.
I groaned as I felt his bare skin against mine. Firm, smooth, and hot in the cool room.
Taking breaks in between to remove more clothing, I nearly sobbed when he eased his fingers from my body. I needed something filling me and he didn’t look ready to give me his dick. After he was completely naked, he slicked up his fingers again, checking that I was stretched enough for him.
Max lavished more attention on every part of my body except my cock again until I wanted to sob with how much I needed the orgasm that felt just around the corner.
He removed his fingers gently, quickly disposed of the glove, and rolled on a condom. Checking, “Still green?” Looking for my nod before pushing in slowly.
Even with how much he’d worked to get me ready, his girth still required him to go slow and allow me the chance to breathe and relax against the stretch.
Fully seated, he paused until he felt my inner muscles give way.
Max stretched out on top of me. He kissed me softly, the simple touch of lips expressing so much of his feelings for me, before starting to thrust gently, slowly, making love to my body with soft exhalations in my ear.
“So good. You feel so good around my cock.”
Moving deeper, harder, he kissed under my ear. “I could be inside you all day. God, you’re amazing.”
We worked together, rocking and kissing, his hands roaming my skin, into my hair. He grasped the strands, pulling them to angle my head to meet his mouth. The kiss became desperate, his hips driving into me at an increasingly faster pace.
He moved back, resting on his knees, pulling my hips up onto his cock harder. Pulling and pushing on my hips, his fingers biting into the skin there, leaving marks as he worked me onto his cock. The angle was perfect, hitting my prostate with every increasingly savage thrust. His balls slapped against my ass, the grunts, and groans animalistic as we worked towards our climax.
I wanted to hold him, to be able to touch him at all. I wanted to jack myself, my orgasm stuck on the precipice.
“I’m close!” I warned and he drove his cock into me faster and harder still, adding the bite of pain that sent me spiraling closer but it wasn’t quite enough. “I…need…” Moaning and panting, I couldn’t voice my thoughts. All I could focus on was the feel of him inside me, so thick and hard.
“Me too,” he panted and gave me what I needed. He grasped my cock, stroking it in time to his movements.
Within seconds, my orgasm exploded from me, cum filling the condom I still wore. I had a distant thought about easier clean-up before everything faded. My vision spotted and sounds vanished as I was bathed in sensation.
Max’s movements stuttered as my muscles clamped down on him and after a few more hard pumps of his hips, he came too, slumping back and pulling out of me gently.
All I could do was lie there and relish in the post-orgasm haze as Max pulled himself together, then pressed kisses to the slightly red flesh under the ties as he worked me free.
After removing both condoms, he slipped into the en suite bathroom and grabbed a small towel. Tenderly, he wiped me clean and now that I was able to touch him again, I pulled him into my arms and stroked my hands down his back. I grabbed the towel off him, chucking it in the direction of the hamper, and tightened my hold on him
He sighed contentedly, settling his head into my neck, and quickly fell asleep.
Chuckling, I pulled the cover over us and lay thinking about the events of the night. The scenes were on repeat as I worried over what each would mean for the future of my friendships and my relationship with Max.
Would he be so cool with the Henry kiss in the morning? While rationally I knew that he had been the one to instigate it, I wondered if maybe it had been a test. Perhaps I was meant to protest at him making out with Henry instead of taking my turn.
Max must have sensed my growing distress as he held me closer and pressed sleepy kisses to my neck. I heard my name but not all of what he said, but I heard the affection there.
All I could do was try to relax and trust in what we had.
