Page 90 of Except You
Every time his mouth surrounds me, I come like a rocket. Just mess everywhere.
I have a hair trigger when it comes to this guy and I’m not even sorry about it.
“Oh my fuck,” I cry out as Max chokes on me, his eyes focused on mine as he brings me down his throat.
He’s definitely gotten more bold with practice. This whole deep-throating thing is a fucking surprise, and I’m here for it.
“Max!” I nearly scream, startling Doggo in the other room. I can hear his whines from behind the bathroom door as Max grabs on to my ass cheeks and keeps me in the back of his throat. The muscles pulse around me, and I nearly black out from how amazing it feels, the tingling at the base of my spine increasing as he continues to swallow.
When he finally pulls off, he grins up at me smugly before doing it again, only this time, his middle finger slides up my crack and presses against my hole.
My head tilts back against the shower wall and I explode with a shout, releasing into his mouth without warning. Max just hums around my length and then pops off, looking so fucking pleased with himself.
“I think that was a new world record. One minute.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, even though my lips twitch up into a smile.
Max leans his forehead against my stomach and presses his lips to my skin, something he does every time he gets me off with his mouth. It makes butterflies flutter in my stomach without fail. It’s so tender, so sweet.
With a sigh, he stands, his own cock still hard.
I glance down at it and arch an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t come?”
“Nope,” he says with a small smirk. “Didn’t give me time to, Bow-tie.”
My eyes roll at that. We’ve been taking turns getting each other off with our mouths, a sort of unspoken bet between us to see who can hold out the longest.
I’ve pulled out all the tricks to try and win.
Not that I have. I’ve lost every time.
But in the process of exploring Max, I think he’ll like being pegged, especially with the way he comes after I press the tip of my finger inside of him slightly.
“I’ll fix that,” I say and fall to my knees, pulling him into my mouth. I wet my finger as I go and without hesitation, press it gently into him. Just a little, nothing more, but he spreads his legs, giving me access as I pull his cock into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he moans, his head knocking against the wall, his hips arching forward and then back, trying to push my finger deeper. I don’t give him the satisfaction. When I finally get into him, it’ll be with lube, and I’m gonna make him see stars.
No, I’ll make him see the galaxy.
Today’s not that day.
Especially not when he comes a few minutes later, my name on his lips, his cum exploding into my mouth. With a gentle tug, I pull my finger free, and Max slumps against the wall, his legs trembling slightly.
“Yeah, I think I still won,” Max says with a cocky smile as I stand.
“Hm. Seems so.” I roll my eyes with a flourish and then pinch his hip gently, making him hiss. “But it’s not my fault you have a magic mouth…and magic hands…and magic everything.”
Max grins at me and kisses me soundly, pulling the breath from my lungs before letting me go. “Alright, well, enough blow jobs. We have to go and meet Coop.”
“Do we really have to?” I ask, looking forlornly down at my dick. It’s hard and ready to go again. Seems Max does it for me. Every. Time.
“Yeah, Bow-tie. We do. You put it in my calendar.”
I sigh as I push away from Max, my body rebelling at the action. It just wants to plaster itself to him. All damn day. It wants to wear him like a suit.
“Fine, but only because Coop wants to apologize for being an asshole the other day, plus he offered to pay for dinner.”
Coop needs to say he’s sorry for waving Eduardo over to our table just to instigate shit and then for making those teasing comments to Max. Ethan had been a good lay, but he’s so not worth losing Max over.