Page 66 of Except You
“No freak out?”
“Nope. I think I wanna do that again.”
And I mean it. I want to do that multiple times a day. With him.
With my Bow-tie.
Chapter Ten
Beau
Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.
I expected that mutual jack-off session in his house to be a one-time deal. I didn’t expect it to happen again in the club bathroom. And again the next morning.
Fuck. Me. It’s happened every day this week.
Every fucking day. And I am living for it.
My poor gay heart. I’m gonna end up broken at the end of this.
“Like that,” Max says, his hips arching up. He’s next to me on the bed, his face turned toward me. We’re completely naked, our knees touching as we both frantically shuttle our fists up and down our dicks.
He hasn’t touched my cock yet, but fuck, I’m dreaming of it. I might come immediately if he does.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my voice a low moan.
“You. Just you.”
Oh god. The things he says. I’m half in love with him already. I haven’t been fucked since we started this. I just spend all my time jerking off with him.
It’s becoming a bit of a problem that I want no solution for.
Coop thinks I’m insane, but then again, he doesn’t have a Max in his life, so he’s not one to talk. He’d be doing the same thing as me given the chance, I’m sure. He’d be just as invested.
Max’s muscles are flexing, his tan skin looking so damn good in this low light. And then he moves, his hands pushing my shoulders down so I’m flat on the bed.
His body brackets mine, his legs straddling my thighs.
Oh fuck, to see him up over me like this. I want to spread my legs and show him where he can stick that hard dick, but I don’t do it. My legs are trapped beneath him anyways.
“I want to watch you come,” he says, and just like that, I feel like I’m going to explode.
Oh my hell. Just a few words out of that mouth makes me so close to orgasm I can’t believe it. He has me seeing god and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Come. Come on, Bow-tie. Come.”
I feel my cock pulse and twitch, and then a moment later, I release all over my chest. He’s always impressed by how much I can come, how it shoots from my cock onto my chin and sometimes even my face.
I love impressing him with my special talents.
“Yes. Yes,” Max says, and part of me wants to turn over so I can offer him my ass. It’s probably loose and ready, and he could slip right in, but I don’t. I hold back. God, but I want to.
“You gonna shoot all over me, Max?”
He nods and then arches back, his dick jutting out toward me. I want to lean forward and pull him into my mouth, but I don’t want to scare him off. I love that he’s on top of me, that he is getting more bold with each session. But I don’t want to cross any lines when he’s not ready.
So I just watch him with lust until his dick pulses and his release mingles with mine.