Page 84 of Except You

“It’s always so much, so messy,” he says, and I sigh.

“Is that why you didn’t want to suck my dick?” I ask, and he nips at my chin.

“No, I’m just nervous. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I want it to be good for you.”

I pull him against me, his face cuddled into my neck. “I promise you, Max, that when your mouth is on me, anywhere on me, it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.”

He sighs and his hand slides through my hair as we doze off.

Happy. That’s what I am. I may not know what’s going on between us, but I’ve never been happier.

Seems Max is addicted to my mouth. He kisses me whenever he can. As soon as I walk into his house, he’s pulling me into him, his lips slanting over mine. It makes my heart pound in my chest every time. I’m addicted to him, to the way he makes me feel. He kisses me like I’m the only man on Earth. Like he needs me.

And I won’t admit this, but I need him just as much.

I’ve never felt this way before. Perhaps it’s because my hookups were always short and succinct. I always knew what I wanted from them, but with Max, it’s a surprise. I have no idea what’s next, and I’m living for the thrill of it. It’s been a few days since I gave him that first blow job, and I’ve given him one every day since. It never grows old either.

I could live on my knees for him.

He hasn’t returned the favor, but I don’t expect it, and to be honest, I don’t want it unless he wants it just as much.

I’d never force him.

As soon as I walk through the front door, Doggo is on me. I bend down and pet him and then glance up and see Max round the corner, a grin lighting up his face.

“Hey, Bow-tie,” he says, leaning down and kissing me softly.

It quickly turns into something steamy, our tongues tangling. I sigh into his mouth when he presses me up against the wall and connects our groins. I can feel that he’s hard. For me. And the thrill never ends.

But our kiss does when Doggo wedges himself between us with a whine.

“I think he wants to go for a walk,” Max says, his forehead against mine.

“Well, we should take him for a walk then,” I say and smile at him.

He sighs and then nods, pulling away. I feel the loss of him palpably, and I know this is so bad. This is going to end so terribly for me, and yet I can’t stay away.

We take Doggo for a walk, our hands linked the entire time, and when we make it back to his place, we stumble inside, Doggo going to lie down and Max pulling me toward the bedroom.

“Don’t you want to eat?” I ask, and Max shakes his head.

“After. I need you.”

I groan as he locks the door and then descends on me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he says as he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head.

His hands fall to my chest, dragging his fingers to the waistband of my jeans and tugging me to him.

“Come here,” he says as he grabs my ass and lifts me up. My legs go around him and he holds me against his strong chest as he sucks on my neck. My eyelids flutter closed as I just sink into the feel of him.

“You left a hickey on me yesterday,” I breathe.

“Good,” he says and then nips at my shoulder. “That way everyone knows you belong to me.”

“Oh fuck, you can’t say that to me.”

Because I don’t belong to him. Neither of us have spoken about what this is. And I doubt he’d call me his boyfriend. Not that I’ve ever had one of those either.