Page 89 of For All It's Worth
Chapter Thirty Six
Charlie
Itwastheearlyhours of the morning before Max and I returned to my apartment. We could have gone to his place, but Xavier was home with Carla and I wanted some alone time with my man.
He’d been half asleep, snuggled with Lucifer when I’d gone to help him with the sheets and he’d sleepily suggested we get a cat one day, too.
The idea of having that, a home with a pet, that security, burned in me. I wanted that so badly and just needed Max to have the confidence in our relationship that I did. There wasn’t a thing about him that I didn’t love, though we were a while away from, “I love you’s.”
Max needed to feel more secure first, so once we got into my room I went about showing him how I felt.
It started with soft kisses and touches as I stripped him of his clothes and laid him out on the bed. His hands reached for my clothes but I pinned his hands above his head.
“This is just for you, just enjoy. Keep your hands there.”
Max reached up for the spindles of the bed frame and wrapped his fingers around them tightly.
“We’re going to play a game,” I told him, teasing my tongue over a pale pink nipple, causing it to harden. “You are going to tell me each thought you had that made you think this wouldn’t work.” Max shivered under me as I sucked the hardened bud and then laved my tongue over it. “Then, I’m going to show you that they don’t matter, that I’m in this a hundred percent. Okay?”
I kissed over to the other nipple and began the same treatment before pulling away. “I need words, Max.”
His hands flexed around the wooden frame before he said, “Yes,” in a breathy voice. His cock was hard against my fabric-covered leg. I was still in the sweats I’d thrown on earlier.
“Good.” I stretched up to grab supplies off of the nightstand then took off my t-shirt.
Heat filled Max’s eyes as his gaze traced my chest. The approval was a balm to soothe the hurt from that afternoon.
I came down over him, skin meeting his chest, causing him to gasp. I took his mouth in a deep kiss, needing a hit of the taste of him.
We broke apart and I moved down his body, worshiping every inch apart from his straining wet tipped cock.
“Words, Max.” I reminded him.
“I, uh…” He started haltingly. “I worry that I’ll never get over my hate of cum. That because I hate the taste, you’ll get sick of blow jobs with condoms on.” He shuddered and I ran my fingers over his straining length.
“Go on,” I prompted as I opened the foil and rolled the condom over his dick.
“I’m scared that you’ll think I’m selfish if you can blow me without a condom and I won’t do the same to you when we’re tested.”
The thought rattled around in my head as I took him into my throat, causing him to jerk up from the mattress and let go of the frame. Was it a big deal to me? Not really, it was something I could live with if it bothered him so badly.
I rewarded his honesty and openness with several hard sucks, taking him to the root each time and running my lips over the frenulum as he eased out again, making him buck and groan out my name.
Pulling off his cock, I ran my hands over his thighs so I could look into those gorgeous blue eyes. “I really don’t think that will bother me, but I promise to say if it does. I like things as they are and your blowjobs are amazing.”
“I can try to swallow,” Max blurted.
I wrapped a hand around him and stroked again as I moved up to kiss him, to give him comfort without words that I loved what we did together.
Max pulled away from the kiss, fear filling his expression, tears on the brink of falling. “I'm worried that you're going to be disappointed with our sex life. That I'm too vanilla for you, but I just can't bear the taste and the feel of cum inside me. I might manage to rim you, but I don't know how I feel about it being done to me. I'm terrified you'll give up on me because I have so many hang-ups.”
“Oh, baby.” I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me tightly as I processed his words. My body covered his and I spoke into his neck between kisses. “I don’t need you to swallow me down or to fill you up to enjoy what we do. You give me so much pleasure with just kisses. If you never wanted sex again, I’d manage.” I tried to joke. “I’d just get reacquainted with my hand.”
I felt his little chuckle. “Really?”
“Sure, babe, we have to do what works for us.” I sat up a little so we were eye to eye. “If that’s condoms, wipes, and gloves until we can’t get it up anymore, then so be it. The flavored ones aren’t bad.”
He laughed again and squeezed me close. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
