Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
That stuff.
Max’s pulse quickened. He shifted on his stool and cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah. Tonight’s the night.” He chuckled. “Fuck.”
Sean grinned and swiveled to face him. Fisted Max’s shirt and pulled him close. “Don’t worry, Sir. I’ll be gentle.” He kissed Max’s lips. “Mostly.”
Max rumbled and palmed Sean’s thigh. “Hmm… Not too gentle. And you better make sure I’m tied good.”
Sean smiled against his lips. “Yes, Maximus. I’ll make sure.”
“Smart boy,” Max murmured, deepening their kiss.
Sean tasted like orange juice and bacon and eggs. Made Max want to eat him instead of his food. His heart beat anxiously even as his dick started to harden. He was nervous about tonight, he wouldn’t lie, but he was also undeniably excited.
Which made no sense. Subbing wasn’t his thing. Not even remotely. Just the thought of handing over his control made him edgy. Not that he actually wanted Sean to dom him. But he did feel the urgency, the driving need to reconnect. To engage with his cat in the most soul-fusing and primitive way. Flesh on flesh, blood pounding, hips thrusting, mouths devouring—but with no goddamn walls. Not even one. And for that to be possible, tonight had to take place. Exactly the way Sean had called it. He was right. Max knew he was. He needed this.
So game on.
As if reading Max’s mind—and just as eager for tonight—Sean shifted from his stool straight onto Max’s lap, never breaking their kiss as he straddled him. “Shit, Max. I can’t wait. Wish we could go upstairs now.”
So did Max. Bigger than shit. Because while his underlying trepidation was very real, it was fueling the fire right alongside his anticipation. Which, ironically, was one of the most fundamental aspects of subbing. How fear and anxiety flooded the system with adrenaline, causing the level of excitement to flat-out skyrocket.
Max growled and pulled him closer. Palmed his ass. Gave a squeeze. “Me neither, cat. It’s gonna be a long afternoon.”
FORTY
“So, Scott’s gone for the night? We’ve got the place to ourselves?” Sean tightened the knot he’d just fashioned at Max’s wrist, then moved to the bedpost by his foot.
“Yeah,” Max murmured, laying on his stomach. “He went to Tad’s. Won’t be back until morning.”
“Awesome. We’re all alone.” Sean bound Max’s ankle with rope, too. “Guess that means the coast is clear to make you scream.”
Max’s lips curved. “I don’t scream.”
“That sounds like a challenge.” A challenge Sean couldn’t wait to get started on.
Max chuckled. “Of course it does. Knock yourself out.”
Sean moved to Max’s other foot as music strummed in the background. “I plan to. Till I’m dizzy and seeing stars, and lying limp across your body.”
Max rumbled. “That sounds nice.”
So did that noise Max just made.
Sean’s dick firmed harder inside his black leather boy shorts. “I know. I can’t wait.”
He finished tying the knot, then ran his hand up Max’s calf, taking in the mouthwatering view. “Damn, Max. You look hot. All naked, bound, and spread. No wonder you love this shit. I can’t stop staring.”
And he really couldn’t. His eyes were glued to Max’s body. Sean didn’t care what the man said, he was definitely part Greek god. So smooth and golden brown, each muscle chiseled to perfection. Drop-dead gorgeous face, broad back, lean waist. And an ass that, fucking hell, just would not quit.
Another soft growl sounded. Max’s leg twitched under his touch. Sean smiled and moved to the final bedpost, did his thing to Max’s wrist, and climbed onto the bed. Max shifted atop the covers, giving his ass an absent flex.
Le growl. Just the right amount of junk in that trunk.
Sean moved between Max’s knees and sat on his heels, then palmed Max’s cheeks and gave a squeeze. “Do that again.”
“What? I didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah, you did. You flexed your ass.”
“No, I didn’t—” Smack! “Uh!”
Sean laughed. “Yeah, you did.”
Max muttered a quiet curse, but gave Sean what he wanted.
Sean grinned and rubbed the sting. “Fuck. That’s nice.”
And it was. So nice. He loved the feel of Max’s ass. All bare and warm, all smooth and firm. A tactile treat Sean rarely got to enjoy.
A wry smile tugged at Max’s lips. “Glad you liked.”
“Liked is an understatement.”
Sean slid his hands up higher and kneaded the small of Max’s back.
Max moaned, eyes closing. “Shit, cat. That feels good.”
Which was exactly the kind of response Sean was going for. Because Max needed to be relaxed, as relaxed as humanly possible. Otherwise, the things to come would be harder. Sean worked his way higher, massaging the muscles flanking Max’s spine, all the while leaving a trail of lazy kisses. Right up the center, with some tongue licks to boot.
Max exhaled another moan.
Sean smiled. “You taste good.”
“Pretty sure my dick tastes even better.”
Sean laughed and moved to Max’s shoulders. “Hmm. I dunno. Every part of you tastes pretty fucking special.” And that was saying a lot, considering how much Sean loved his cock.