Page 106 of Except You

I know I make Max happy, and I always said he didn’t need a label for who he was, but fuck, I need to know if he’s more than questioning. I will not upend my life and move in with this man only to have him decide later that he’s changed his mind.

Although, with the way he’s kissing me as we stumble into the hotel room and the way he’s eagerly ripping me out of my clothes, it makes me think this won’t get old for him any time soon.

When we fall to the bed, our bare cocks pressed together, our fingers up each other’s asses, I pant into his mouth, never wanting this to end. He hasn’t even fucked me yet, and I’m fine with it. I just love how eager he is for me.

“I want to fuck you,” Max says, almost as if reading my mind. His wrist twists slightly, and I gasp at the way he moves inside of me.

“Mm yes,” I moan. “I want that too.”

“Do you?”

“I so fucking want it,” I say as he gasps against my lips. I’m two fingers deep inside of him, pulsing against his prostate and making his dick leak. Mine is too, the two of us pressed impossibly close as we work ourselves toward the edge.

“Tell me. Tell me how much you want it,” he begs, and I grind up against him, fucking back on his three fingers with abandon.

“I want it. I want you to flip me over, spread my cheeks and slam into me. I don’t even want it slow, Max. I want it hard and fast. I want you to split me wide open. The next day, I want to have trouble sitting. I want to remember it.”

“Oh fuck,” he mutters as he thrusts his fingers into me faster.

“I want you to come inside of me. Bare. Raw. I want to feel you dripping out of me after.”

I moan at the thought and then bite down on his bottom lip, tugging on it roughly.

“I want you to buy me a plug. I want you to cum in my ass and then force me to walk around all day with you inside of me.”

He gasps and his cock spurts.

“I want that. So fucking bad.”

His words are in fragments—broken, needy sentences as we continue to tease each other endlessly.

“I have some at home. We can do that. We can so do that,” I say.

He moans as he presses his fingers deep and holds them there, keeping me speared on him.

“Let me fuck you, Bow-tie. I want to make you mine.”

I’m half-gone already when I moan, “I’m already yours.”

He kisses me frantically as he pulls his fingers from me, moving away and making mine slip from his ass. His hands land on my shoulder as he pushes me back onto the mattress, my dick red and painfully hard as it juts up from between my legs.

“I want to watch you the first time,” he says as he grabs the lube and squirts some on his dick. He jerks it a few times, his chin falling to his chest as he stares down at my hole. I give him a better view, pulling my knees up into my chest and exposing myself to him.

“It will fit?” he asks as he leans forward, slotting himself at my entrance.

“Oh, Max, you have no idea.”

He gives me a wobbly grin and then presses his hips forward slightly, the tip popping inside. I watch as his eyelids droop, the sensation of my hole swallowing him obviously something he enjoys. And fuck, let me tell you, I won’t last.

This is a goddamn dream.

“More, Max. I won’t break,” I tell him as he pushes in slowly. But he doesn’t slam into me like I want. No, he just torturously pushes all the way in until he’s balls-deep and I’m panting. The stretch is so good, so perfect that I feel a sting in my throat.

The two of us like this…it’s like we were meant to be.

“God, Bow-tie, you’re so tight. So fucking tight.”

I nod, swallowing roughly. If I talk, I may cry so I just bite down on my bottom lip and force my gaze to stay on his.