Page 69 of Primary Seduction
He bit his way down Max’s chest and abs, making sure to avoid the still bruised areas and laid in between Max’s bent legs, his head level with his cock, arms wrapped underneath and over his hips.
Trent looked up at Max, seeing the blissed-out look in his eyes, and keeping eye contact, he moved his left hand to make sure his cock stayed against his stomach, then he leaned down and licked between his balls, so slowly. He felt Max’s stomach contract and smiled. Then he closed his eyes and set to work licking, biting, sucking his balls until Max was a bumbling mess below him. Other than his hand holding him in place, he never once touched his cock.
He began to retrace his path back up his body, biting with a bit more force when he saw the lovely red marks left from his downward journey. Max looked divine with bite marks and scratch marks and hickeys all over him. Trent thought he should feel sorry about that, but at the moment, he didn’t. When he reached Max’s nipples, he tortured them—there was no other word for it. By the time he’d finished, they were red and rock hard, just like both their cocks.
Trent pulled away a little and reached across for the bedside table. Grabbing a condom and lube, he sat back on his knees, keeping Max’s legs wide beneath him.
“Tell me if you need more prep as I go, all right?” Trent gritted out, brain barely working, but enough to know this would be the first time he had properly prepared Max independently.
Max nodded, biting his bottom lip, and Trent couldn’t help but lean back down and bite it for him.
Sitting up again, he lubed his fingers and reached for Max’s hole. He rubbed it around the entrance pressing gently against him for a few seconds before letting one finger begin to penetrate him. Max arched against him, and Trent withdrew and entered over and over until his finger easily moved into Max’s ass. Then he added a second finger, feeling Max tense up at the intrusion initially, then opening for them. It took a little longer for him to take two but when Max said, “Three!” Trent began pushing in a third.
Max groaned but not in pain, his hands gripping the covers below as his head shook back and forth and his hips undulated against Trent’s fingers.
Once he was easily taking his three fingers, he gently withdrew them, opened and fitted the condom on his once-again erect cock, then lubed himself generously. That taken care of, he moved over Max, leaning down to take his mouth in another blistering kiss as his cock fitted nicely against his hole.
Trent reached one hand down and held his cock, breaking off the kiss to look at Max’s face as he breached him. Max’s mouth opened wide in a silent sound, and he pushed towards Trent as much as Trent pushed towards him. In no time, he was seated as far as he could go inside him. He paused for a moment and looked down at Max, waiting for his signal he was all right.
“Fuck me! For god’s sake, fuck me!” Max shouted.
Trent’s control broke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them back, holding his weight off Max so he got the best position. His body was covered in sweat after only a few short moments, but the noises coming out of Max’s mouth were lust inducing. Max reached up and pulled him down on top of him, wrapping his legs around his back and hanging on for dear life. Trent rested his head in Max’s neck as he pumped his hips as fast as he could, chasing their climaxes.
Max added to it by scratching the length of Trent’s back, then digging his nails into Trent’s ass.
“Fuck, fuck. Do that again,” Trent gasped as arousal spiked his system.
Max complied, and Trent hit the point of no return, he repeatedly slammed into Max, encouraged by his sounds and words, “Fuck me. That’s it, shove your cock in my ass. Jesus fucking Christ, yes. Ah, god, fuck, yes!” He felt the moment Max found his release, both with the clamping down on his cock and with the teeth Max bit into his shoulder. Trent obviously didn’t mind because at that, he was done.
“Max! Fuck! I’m coming!” Trent’s rhythm faltered, but he held himself deep inside Max as he came harder than he could remember coming, even since they’d been together.
As the release lessened its hold, Trent stayed on top of Max, both breathing heavily. He was free from tension, free from stress and content.
After a few moments, he felt his cock begin to release from Max’s ass, so he reached to grab the end of the condom before gently pulling out completely. Max hissed and tensed a little at the withdrawal, but then flopped back down. Trent threw the condom in the trash and grabbed a wet cloth, wiping his own stomach and cock before doing the same with Max, who only flinched a little when he first began.
“Thanks,” Max croaked, arm over his eyes.
Trent threw the cloth in the direction of the wash basket and laid down next to him. “No problem.”
Max rolled over and rested his head on Trent’s chest and winding a leg to fit in between Trent’s. “That was amazing.”
Trent huffed out a laugh. “It was. Fuck, I’ve never come so hard.”
“Time for sleep,” Max said, yawning.
“Yep.” Trent reached to pull the covers from underneath them so they could cover them instead, and they both snuggled in.
He honestly didn’t think he’d sleep with everything going on, but he would try while Max was close to him. Even if he didn’t, he would stay and hold him.
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Chapter 14
Max
Max woke to an empty bed and dark room. He looked at the glowing digits of the clock, which said it was three in the morning. The other side of the bed felt cold, as did the pillow, so Max knew Trent had not been there for a while. He rolled to stand, aware of the aches and pains of their lovemaking last night. And it was lovemaking, even if Trent had been angry and had taken him hard, he had been careful and considerate too. Max was more than happy to have been able to give Trent the release he so obviously needed. It was just a shame he couldn’t help in any other way.
He relieved himself in the bathroom, then fumbled around to find his briefs before walking to the living area. He saw Trent sat on the sofa, open beer on the coffee table, TV on but sound off. Walking towards him, he tried to make a little noise, so Trent could hear him coming. Rounding on him, he realised Trent was asleep sitting up. He smiled as he gazed at him, forehead creases smoothed, breath even, but he was going to have a crick in his neck if he’d been in that position for long.
