Page 49 of Naughty November
You can’t leave, you can’t leave, you can’t leave.
I watched him trail down to the water’s edge, and for every step he took, the panic within me rose closer to the surface. I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me, except one thing. If he kept walking, I was going to chase him down.
“Max, wait!”
“No—fuck off!” he yelled over his shoulder.
Bad move.
I let out a breath, and it sounded like I was being fucking strangled. My heart started pounding again, and my skin prickled uncomfortably. My chest felt tight too. And no more. I couldn’t handle it.
I went after him.
Never in my life had I understood the concept of one’s vision clouding and turning red, but that was the only way I could describe this. I had one target, and he was going down. By the time he got up again, he’d be mine.
He walked out into the water and bent down to splash it up his arms and legs, and I didn’t see the point. He might as well dive under. But this worked better for me. I ran faster and didn’t stop until he heard my approach. By then, I was two feet away, and I grabbed him roughly and threw him down in the wet sand.
“Fucking off isn’t an option,” I said, out of breath. He cursed me out and tried to push himself up, but I was faster. I straddled his ass with one goal in mind. He knew his safewords if he was serious about stopping, which I reminded him of. “I trust you know how to put a stop to this—but I don’t think you want to.” With that said, I pulled down his shorts, just enough to expose his perfect ass.
“I swear to fucking God,” he growled. “Get off me.”
Oh, there would be some getting off.
I forced a hand underneath him and undid his shorts. They needed to come down a bit more.
“This weekend isn’t a one-time thing,” I told him. I unzipped myown shorts again and pulled out my cock. “It’s me giving up. I’m done watching you try to figure shit out with others when you can do it with me.” I swallowed hard as a wave rolled in over our legs and his back. The water washed away a layer of sand and revealed the scratches the boulder had given him. He was so goddamn sexy.
“Reid, I?—”
“I don’t wanna hear it,” I snapped, immediately out of patience. “You’re gonna give me another stupid rant about you not knowing who you are in kink. I’m over it.” I gripped my cock and pushed it between his ass cheeks, and he sucked in a sharp breath.Goddamn, that’s it. He had lubed up for me. I rubbed the head of my cock around his opening, then slowly began pushing inside.
“We gotta talk,” he groaned. “Quit it.”
“No. I’m takin’ this ass.” I planted one hand across his back, and I didn’t stop. I stared down between us as my cock disappeared inside him, one slow inch after another. “You’re so goddamn blind—you know that? So fucking caught up in roles and labels. You already have an identity, and it belongs with mine.”
My God, he felt too good. I had to fight against closing my eyes.
I pulled out a little, only to push in again, and I set a measured pace.
“Fuck.” Max pushed himself up a bit, just his upper body, and his fingers disappeared in the wet sand. “Can you slow the fuck down? I’m new at this.”
What?
I did slow down, when I was buried all the way in.
“How new?” I’d been so sure he’d done this before.
“At the risk of bringing up labels,” he gritted out, “I’m not a fucking bottom.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You wanted me to take you.”
“So?” he bit out. “Doesn’t mean I have experience, fucker.”
But…
Shit.
“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” I asked irritably. “This is shit we coverbeforea takedown, you dumb son of a bitch.” I started pulling out, worried I’d hurt him, but he shook his head quickly.