Page 87 of Primary Seduction
“What’s that?” he replied.
“Come with me.” Max stood and walked into the bedroom with Trent following behind, checking out his ass. “Shut the door.”
“What have you got me?” Trent asked. He didn’t like Max buying him things, but he wouldn’t be mean and throw it in his face. Max began to undress, and Trent raised his eyebrows. “Do you have a special gift for me?” he said as he stared at Max.
“Uh-huh.” When Max finished undressing, he went over to the window and rested his hands against it, looking back over his shoulder at Trent. “Fuck me.”
“Who’s the boss here?” Trent replied.
“I am, this time,” Max said, voice low and brooking no argument.
A shiver went down Trent’s spine with those words and the thought of Max telling him what to do. “Okay, what do I do?” he whispered.
“Get undressed and fetch the lube and a condom, then stand behind me, not touching.”
Trent did as he was told as fast as he could; he didn’t want to leave Max waiting. As he reached for the lube, he saw his hands were shaking. Anticipation sung through his veins. He walked to stand behind Max as he’d been told to.
“Good. Now use just your fingers to prepare me. I don’t want any other part of your body to touch me at all, just your fingers.” Max leaned down slightly and arched his back so Trent had better access.
“Fucking hell,” Trent whispered.
“What was that?” Max whipped back at him.
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay, I hadn’t explained you needed to be silent. Next time you talk without permission, you will be denied an orgasm.”
Trent clenched his jaw against the arousal flooding his system but didn’t say a word. He flicked the lid off the lube and slicked his fingers before rubbing it around Max’s hole. He’d only done this a few times now, but each time was easier than the last, he was getting more confident.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Max said when Trent breached his ring.
Each time Trent added a finger, Max praised him for his good work, making Trent relax further. After readying him with three fingers, Max thrust back against him, pushing him back a step to stop him from touching Max.
“Oh, god, Trent. I don’t want you to stop. Fuck!” Max rested his head against the window, and Trent heard him take a breath. “Okay, remove your fingers.”
Trent did.
“Put the condom on your cock and slick it up.” Max looked over his shoulder at him, maybe to make sure he obeyed his commands. “A little more, perfect, now slide it all over so you’re nice and slippery for me. Good.” Max paused, and Trent looked at him. As soon as they locked eyes, Max spoke. “Hold my upper arms only. Now fuck me.”
Trent swallowed at the order, more turned on that he thought he’d be. He gripped Max’s biceps with one hand and used his other to position himself before sinking into Max’s body. He placed his other hand on Max’s other arm. It gave him leverage to pull and push and fuck him. It wasn’t easy though, making sure he didn’t grab him in other places, and therefore, he was able to push his arousal back a bit. At least until Max started moving.
“Right. Stand still holding my arms.”
Trent blew out a breath, trying not to say a word. Max began pushing back onto Trent’s cock, then moving off, then back on again. It was slow motions, but the vision of Max fucking him was overwhelming.
“Fuck, Trent. Let go of my arms.” As Trent let go, Max leaned further forward, getting purchase on the windowsill to brace himself and fuck back faster. Trent braced himself as best he could with nothing to hold onto. The feel and visual of Max’s ass sliding up and down his cock, of his cock disappearing into his body was his undoing. He knew the rules though, he hadn’t been told to come, so he had to fight it back. Trent’s breathing became erratic, he tried thinking of different things, and he began to sweat with holding back the need to come.
“I’m there, Trent, I’m there. Grab my hips and come for me. Come now!”
Trent wasn’t sure what noise he made when he grabbed Max’s hips and came, but he was almost certain he had not said a word as he’d been told to, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure.
“Jesus Christ, Trent. You’re going to kill me.” Max rested his head on the arms that were braced on the windowsill, breathing heavily. Trent smiled as he saw the window was a little fogged up. There was still a little light in the sky, but no one could see them, other than the neighbours across the way, and Trent found he didn’t care. He pulled out from Max, holding the end of the condom and disposed of it in the bin right next to them but stayed where he was, other than that.
Max glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Trent. “You can speak freely now.”
“Thank fuck! Holy hell, Max. I don’t know about me killing you, but you sure know how to make me feel my age.” Trent helped Max stand, steadying him when he was upright. He turned him and wrapped his arms around him before bending his head for a kiss. “I love you, Max Hughes.”
Max came for another kiss, deeper than the last, before pulling away. “I love you, Trent Walker.”
