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)
Resolve steeled, Sean leaned forward and pressed his lips to Max’s ear. “We’re wiping the scoreboard clean, Max. Right here, right now. You hear me? We’re back to O and O.”
Max shuddered and shook his head. “Sean, I—”
“Yes, Max. You can.”
Max rocked against that pillow. Tugged at his wrists. “Sean, we’ve tried.”
“And now we’re trying again. But this time, it’s gonna fucking happen.”
Max exhaled a curse but ultimately agreed. “One more time for you, cat. Don’t let me quit.”
Sean kissed his ear, “I won’t,” then trailed his lips down Max’s spine. Max arched in response. Sean smiled and clutched his dick, eyeing Max’s butt cheeks as he stroked. Fire engine red. He’d be feeling that for days.
Max moaned and canted his ass, his everything tense.
Sean gripped and rubbed in all the right places.
Max’s hips bucked, his hamstrings twitched, cheeks clenching around that vibe.
“Fuck, Sean—” he gasped. His face turned distressed. “Shit—So close—So goddam close—”
But just like all the times before, his brain threw in that big, fat fucking wrench. He tugged at his wrist, yanked with his legs, his body sliding right back into conflict.
No. Sean refused to take this same goddamn road. Which meant he needed to do something—anything—differently.
Not thinking, just reacting on pure, internal instinct, he propped himself on knee and foot and gripped Max’s shoulder. Firmly, he kneaded it while his other hand kept pumping. He wanted Max to feel him, but not just on his dick. He wanted Max to feel him by his heart. Giving him strength and reassurance. Restoring his trust. He wanted Max to feel his love, not just his lust.
And that’s when it hit him; what he needed to do. Make Max not just feel his love but outwardly acknowledge it. Verbalize that shit to hammer it home.
Sean squeezed Max’s shoulder. “Max… Max, listen to me… Who do you want?”
Max shuddered hard. “You.”
Sean kept stroking. “And who do you love?”
Max’s brows pinched. “You—” he panted. “I love you.”
Sean’s heart skipped a beat. I love you, too…
No. Have to focus. He pumped a little faster. “Who’s with you right now, Max? Right now in this room?”
Max rocked his hips. “You,” he moaned.
“Do you trust me?”
“Shit—Yes—”
“Do you believe I’ll never leave?”
Max hesitated, panting, then urgently nodded. “Yes.”
Sean’s heart pounded faster. Max had stopped with the tugging. Seemed solely focused on Sean’s hand—and his words. Sean stroked him from base to tip, hope surging in his chest. “Do you want my love, Max?”
Max’s eyes rolled back. “Yes.”
“Will you let me give it to you?”
His muscles shook. “Yes.”
Yes. This was it. Sean could feel it in his bones.
“Then prove it, Max,” he growled. “I wanna see you fucking come.”
Instantly, as if Sean just pushed some button in his junk, Max sucked in sharply, then arched with a shout. “F-Fuck, cat!—Aw, fuck!” His hips bucked, his ass squeezed. Sean gripped his dick tighter, right in time to feel it kick. Pulsing against his palm as it punched out hot cum, pelting that folded pillow with hard-earned bliss. His breath hitched, his hands balled, even his toes fucking curled.
Sean had never seen anything so stunning.
Or felt anything so beautiful.
Because Max had just done it. Just torn down his walls. Just triumphed over the one thing standing between them. Which Heaven and Earth knew was one mega-hellacious feat. And he’d done it for Sean… and Sean’s love.
Unadulterated joy flooded his system, compounding his need for Max tenfold. “Max,” he rasped, overwhelmed with emotion. “Fuck, Max. You did it. You fucking did it.”
Struggling to catch his breath, Max groaned and clenched his cheeks, that vibe in his ass still going strong.
“Shit,” Sean chuckled, wiping his eyes. He quickly shut it off and slid it free.
Max hissed, then groaned again. “Sean… Untie me.”
Sean smiled, beyond happy to oblige. God knew, he needed Max flat on his back.
One ankle, two ankles. Right wrist, left.
Max’s arms dropped like noodles. Sean grinned and rolled him over, then tossed that folded pillow off the bed.
“You came for me,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss Max’s lips.
Max rumbled and pulled Sean on top of him, chest to chest, his warm hands sliding around to Sean’s back. His lips curved against Sean’s, then he slipped Sean his tongue.
Sean growled, still riding the high of their victory. That, and the urgent energy riding his dick. He rolled his hips forward, letting Max feel how he affected him.
Max rumbled deep. “We should fuck.”
Goddamn right, they should. Music to Sean’s ears.
He settled between Max’s thighs. “We totally should.”
Max chuckled, still breathless, but then sobered and met Sean’s eyes. “I wanna see what you’re made of, cat. You’ve earned it. Be my top.”
Sean’s dick all but growled. All this time he’d been hoping, but hadn’t been sure that Max would offer. To let Sean take him. Sink deep into his body. Let him in in the most intimate way possible. Guess Max wanted to go out with a bang.