Page 92 of Except You
“Oh my god, your mouth is so damn good.”
He hums around me, his head bobbing as he pushes my knees to my chest, one and then the other, kissing his way down my length and sucking my balls into his mouth. God, this will never grow old. He could do this every day for years and I’d still pant and whine like an animal when his lips touch me.
Suddenly, he lifts my hips, his biceps rippling and flexing from my weight. I gasp when his thumbs spread my cheeks open and his tongue slides across my hole.
My back arches up off the bed as I cry out, my cock spurting precum when he does it again. And again. It’s almost as if he knows I want this, need it. He likes surprising me and this was unexpected. I never expected Max to eat my ass, not when it took him so long to just suck my dick. But apparently he has no trouble with this.
He lifts me a little higher for better access and licks around my rim, teasing me endlessly.
“Yes, Max. Just like that. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He moans at my dirty talk and then slowly thrusts his tongue into me. I wheeze at the intrusion but feel myself relaxing as he gently fucks his tongue into me. It’s wet and slippery and I find myself pushing against his face, wanting him deeper, wanting his entirety inside of me.
God, I have wanted Max to fuck me for so long and this is just one step closer. Surely, if he has no problem with his tongue in my ass, that must mean that he’s okay with his dick sliding in there at some point. Right?
“Yes, Max. Fuck. Yes,” I grunt, my body trembling as my orgasm crawls up my thighs and settles in my balls. They’re heavy, tight and when he slides a finger into me, pushing against my prostate, I scream my release.
My body is shaking and every nerve in my body is firing from the sensation. And Max doesn’t let up. He just slowly tongues me until I finally whimper. It’s only then that he pulls away, looking down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes a little wild.
“Better?” he asks, his voice rough.
I huff a laugh. “Oh my god.”
It’s all I can say, my words just wisps of breath and air.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
I manage to flip him off, but he only takes my finger and slides it into his mouth, making me half hard once more.
This guy is going to be the death of me.
“Alright. Enough messing around. Let’s get you cleaned up and then we really need to hustle.”
“Ugh, fine, just give me a minute. I need a second to catch my breath.”
He chuckles as he disappears into the bathroom, and I close my eyes. Not sure when he returns because I immediately fall asleep.
“You’re late,” Coop says, his eyebrows bunched, his face set in a scowl. He’s dressed in his usual expensive outfit, nice pressed slacks and a silk shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His hair is artfully styled and his ears sport diamond studs. Real ones, I’m sure.
“Sorry,” I say and lean down to hug him. He smells like expensive cologne.
He pats my back passively and then shoots Max a glare, blaming him for our tardiness with his eyes.
“It’s not his fault,” I lie. I mean, it kind of was. I don’t know what possessed Max to rim me, but after he returned from the bathroom and woke me from my short nap, I begged him to do it again.
He happily obliged.
So of course, we didn’t get to the restaurant on time.
“It’s Beau’s fault you’re thirty minutes late?” Coop asks and then sighs. “Sounds about right.”
I grin and sit down at the table he’s reserved for us.
“We would have been here sooner, but it took a minute for the hostess to look our names up.”
Coop leans back, an arm thrown across the adjacent chair. “I don’t think that minute mattered much when you’re this late, but it’s fine. I ordered wine and appetizers. Should be here shortly.”
I nod and then scoot my chair closer to Max, wanting to be near him, wanting to be close to him always.