Page 49 of Primary Seduction
Confident strokes had him hard as steel in no time. Trent stroked up, twisting his hand under the head, then down, twisting back again. He repeated this several times until Max was babbling incoherently. Trent let go briefly, and Max tensed for denial, but Trent repositioned his hand, so his fingertips were on the sensitive part of his cock. Max felt Trent’s gentle fingers rub against that part until he bucked in his arms.
“Fuck, Trent. I’m so close. Please. Please let me come. Please. Oh, god. Ah, fuck! Please!” He was trained not to come unless he had permission, and he hoped Trent realised that. Although they weren’t in a Dom/sub relationship, Trent had become that to Max ever since he’d usedthatvoice on him. It was ingrained in him that he could not come unless his Dom gave his permission. “Please, Trent. Please!”
Trent bit down on Max’s earlobe. “Come.”
That voice reverberated down his spine and along his cock, enabling his climax to spurt all over the shower tiles. Max couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard. His ribs were screaming at him with how hard he was breathing, but it was worth it.
“Fuck, Trent.” He sagged against him until he felt Trent hard against his ass. He smiled to himself.
He turned around and dropped to his knees before Trent could say a word. Within seconds, he had Trent’s cock in his mouth. He knew if he’d given him a chance, he would’ve said he didn’t need it, even if he did. If Trent told him no, then he’d pull away, but he hoped he didn’t.
He licked the head, feeling it jump beneath his palm, flicked his tongue against the slit and sucked the head like a lollipop. Then he opened his mouth and sank Trent into him. It was a heady feeling, being someone’s first experience, he wanted to make Trent feel good, to hopefully not change his mind about them. He knew a blowjob would not change someone’s mind, but if Trent hadn’t felt this connection between them, then he may have denied himself completely. At least now he had more information to base his decision on.
Max smiled around his cock. He pulled off with a pop and stroked with his hand while he got his breath back. He rested Trent’s cock against his tongue and moved back and forth, teasing the underside until Trent grabbed at his head.
“Ah, fucking hell,” he whispered, hips bucking into Max’s mouth. Max looked up at him and locked gazes as he took him deeper down his throat and swallowed around him. “Shit, Max. Do that again.” Max did. Trent’s hips bucked into Max again and again. “Holy hell, that’s feels good. Swallow me, Max. Fuck, yeah. I’m nearly there. Fuck.”
Max held onto Trent’s hips and kept his mouth around his cock, sucking with every withdrawal. He let Trent use his mouth as he wanted, breathing through his nose.
“Fuck, that’s it, come on.” He thrust a little harder, and Max gagged. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming!” That must have been too much because the next second Trent released into Max’s mouth, and Max drank every drop. When Trent stopped bucking and sagged against the wall, Max leisurely licked him clean until Trent became too sensitive. “Fucking hell, Max,” Trent gasped.
Max stood and helped Trent to turn into the spray, then he washed Trent’s hair and body for him. Once clean, he gave him a kiss and got out of the shower to dry off. He’d leave Trent to think about everything while he got dressed. As he was about to leave the bathroom, Trent called his name.
“I’m going to speak with Logan tonight. Can you bear with me while I do that?” Trent’s voice had taken on a worried tone, but Max smiled.
“Of course, I can. Just remember to talk to me before you make a final decision. Please.” With that, he blew Trent a kiss and walked out.
****
Max was able to dress himself now at least. He chose a simple outfit of blue jeans and a black shirt, mainly because they are easy to get on and off and slapped on some aftershave. Ready almost as quick as usual, he headed out to the living area, stopping in his tracks when he saw Trent in black jeans and an emerald-green shirt. He looked divine.
“Wow, look at you, hotshot. That shirt looks amazing on you,” said Max, practically drooling.
Trent blushed. “Thanks. You look good too.”
“I thought I’d go the same colour as my bruises.” Max laughed when he saw Trent’s expression. “Stop frowning, it’s a joke.”
“I know, sorry, I’d just been thinking about how you haven’t heard from the police yet. I’ll speak to Logan tonight and see if he can tell me anymore. I don’t like not knowing where this creep is.”
Max walked over to him and cupped his cheek. “I’m fine, Trent. No one is looking for me, it’s just a random act of violence, I’m sure. The police will figure it out.”
As Trent looked at him, Max saw the need for answers in his eyes. “Okay.”
“Are you ready to party like it’s the new millennium again?” Max asked, gaining a chuckle from Trent.
“I’m too old to party like that now.”
“Hush, you’re not old. You’re only twelve years older than me.” He wrapped himself around Trent, resting his chin on his chest and looking up at him. There wasn’t a large height difference but enough that Max had to look up a bit. “You’ve still got good stamina,” he whispered before he claimed Trent’s lips again. He couldn’t get enough of his kisses, how one minute they were soft and exploratory and the next they were hard and demanding. It fit Trent’s personality.
Trent pulled away after a short time. “We’re going to be late.”
“And?” Max answered, running his hands down to Trent’s ass and squeezing, making him arch into Max.
“Fuck, Max, you’re insatiable.” Trent took his mouth again, this time leaving no prisoners. Once he was done, he said, “Hell, Max, you look like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked with your red, swollen lips and sleepy eyes.”
“Make it true,” he answered unapologetically.
Trent smiled. “No.”
