14. Draven #2
“It feels really fucking good,” he said, his voice dropping a register.
I groaned deeply, something warm surging in my chest. Something almost… tender . What in the goddamn fuck was that?
My cock throbbed as I watched the gentle curve of the arch of his back, seeing him gently push backward onto my finger now, asking for a little more. But there was also that distinct feeling in my chest. Like I was proud of him. Getting to see him let go and give in to his desires…
I sucked in a sharp breath of the balmy evening air, trying to get grounded back into reality.
“That’s because I’m just starting to stroke along your prostate,” I told him. “Pretty simple, actually.”
“Do it again.”
I obliged him, moving my finger up along the ridge where I knew he liked it best. “That fist better be tight around your cock.”
He groaned in pleasure, pushing back even further against my finger. “It is, Draven.”
Maintain control.
The less feeling you put into this, the better off you’ll be.
“Tell me you like this,” I barked at him.
“I like it,” he said in a low whisper. “I really like this.”
“Be more specific.”
His ass tightened around me, and I could only imagine how good that would feel around my cock.
“I like it when you’re inside me,” he uttered. “I like feeling you fill me up.”
“And?”
He was breathing faster now, stroking his cock quickly, too.
“And I like that it’s you ,” he admitted. “I don’t fucking want this from anyone else but—but when it’s you, I fucking lose my mind for it?—”
“Perfect,” I told him.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My own cock was aching and heavy between my legs, neglected, occasionally grazing the soft skin of the back of his thighs. I kept one hand up against Max’s ass and closed the other around my cock, a flood of relief rushing through me as I finally touched myself.
“Never wanted to fuck someone more in my goddamn life.”
Fuck.
I said that out loud.
“Draven,” he said, and the sound of my name on his lips was a little too enjoyable.
“You want to come?” I asked.
“Please?”
I moved one more finger up to his hole and started to push a second digit in—just slightly, just enough to really make him feel it.
“Come for me.”
“ Fuck ,” he called out, his voice loud enough that if there were anybody around, there sure would have heard it.
The stretch of the tip of my second finger was enough to make him lose control. His ass tightened around me stronger than ever and I felt him tense up, coming onto the blanket below us.
I was so turned on it almost hurt. I kept my hand on my cock but slowly pulled my fingers out of him, watching his body go a little bit slack after his release. He breathed deeply and evenly, turning over on the blanket.
I groaned deeply as I saw him flip over and got to witness the front of his body. He still had one hand lazily draped around the base of his cock and it was covered in some streaks of white, along with plenty more on the blanket.
But the best part, as always, was his face.
Gorgeous. Flushed pink. His big eyes, half-lidded right now, looking like he’d sunk deep into some trance.
I did that to you.
And I will fucking do it again.
His gaze lazily scanned my entire body. He watched my face at first, then glanced lower, watching me steadily beat my cock as I looked at his utterly ruined body beneath me.
When he moved, sitting up and getting on his knees, at first I just thought he wanted to change positions.
But then he moved forward.
And then he was coming closer, until his face was right in front of my cock while I sat up on my knees.
Didn’t think you were ready for that…
“Kiss it,” I commanded him.
He didn’t even give me any of his usual backtalk. I hummed low as I watched him go in without hesitation, his lips landing on the swollen head of my cock as I gripped the base of it.
His tongue came out to taste the precum on my tip. “Not bad,” he said.
Holy fuck.
The way it made his lips look.
Puffed up. Ruddy pink. Slicked by my precum, right after I’d tongue-fucked and finger-fucked him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pressed slow, sweet kisses against the tip of my cock, like he was being sweet and tender to it, rather than just lustful. It was maddening.
And I felt something that was more off-limits than anything else.
I wanted to feel those lips on mine.
I’d denied him a kiss before and I wasn’t going to give in now. I kept him at a distance, at all times, because I was an expert at keeping someone away even if I was hooking up with them.
“Max,” I said under my breath, my voice coming out like a growl.
“Yeah?” he asked. So sweet. Innocent. Not a clue what he was getting involved in.
My chest tightened as I looked at his beautiful eyes.
Something like rage. Something like fire .
“Take my fucking cock in your mouth.”
My words were pure ice. All control. But underneath, that strange, affectionate feeling was coiling around inside my chest with so much intensity that it was starting to make me feel crazy.
All I had left was my default, my fallback— tell the pretty boy what to do .
Because if I didn’t do that, I was afraid I’d do something much worse.
He listened to me, moving his lips to close around my cock again.
He tried to go further than he should, going in all at once like I’d been able to do to him.
The head of my dick shoved up against the back of his throat way too quickly and he choked a little, pulling off in a rush and coughing slightly.
“Didn’t tell you to stop,” I said under my breath, thrusting forward to push my tip against his pretty lips again.
I was like an uncaged animal now.
I couldn’t let myself be nice or slow with him. He gave me a little glance with a look in his eyes that said impatient, much?
But I really was impatient.
And he was more than happy to take my dick again as I pushed it past his lips. I didn’t shove in all the way to the back of his throat but I got close, needing to be inside his tight wetness again.
“I’ll teach you how to take a cock deeper,” I told him. “Right now I just need your tongue.”
I would have felt bad if I didn’t know he liked this just as much as I did. Max loved to give me attitude when I told him what to do, but I’d learned early on that Max had a backbone.
He wouldn’t have his mouth on me if he didn’t want to.
He wouldn’t even be out here with me, or at my house at all, if he didn’t want to.
And that just made it even better when he pushed his own limits again, trying to deep throat even though he had no idea how to relax his neck muscles enough for it.
When he pulled off and coughed a little again, I reached forward and tugged at his hair with my fingers. He leaned his head back a little, exposing the curve of his throat, and an animal impulse surged through me.
I leaned down and my mouth connected with the front of his throat. I sucked a slow kiss into his skin, moving from his Adam’s apple to the side of his neck.
Marking him.
Sucking, warm and wet, against his skin.
There’d be a mark there tomorrow, but he didn’t move away. I could feel the vibration of his moan, direct from his throat onto my tongue. His hand felt around in front of him until he grabbed for my hard cock, closing his hand around it, tugging blindly.
He tried to move his jaw downward, breaking my hold on his neck, moving his lips closer toward mine and searching for a kiss.
I pulled away quickly. The crickets sang in the air around us as I looked down at him. He looked utterly used , and yet it was like the look in his eyes was still begging to be destroyed all over again.
He sighed, giving me a glare full of attitude.
Stare daggers at me all you want, Baby Blue.
I couldn’t tell if he had me all figured out, when he looked at me like that: can’t kiss me because you’re so afraid of intimacy, even when you’d fuck me until the sun rose, Draven?
Or if he was just lost, like a lamb in the woods, confused: You don’t want to kiss me, Draven?
Either way it made my chest clench in a way I wasn’t comfortable with in the slightest.
“Go ahead,” Max finally said.
I paused, breathing evenly. “Go ahead and what?”
“Fuck my mouth,” he said.
“Don’t think you’re quite ready for that, but I deeply appreciate the eager streak in you, Max?—”
“Just do it anyway,” he continued, something burning behind his eyes. “Let me choke. Let me gag. I want you to use me like you use everybody else.”
That one hit me like a brick to the chest.
I didn’t even think Max could know how much it stung to hear that.
Sure, I liked using people… in a hot way, when they wanted it, when we both just wanted to get off. But I didn’t want to use people. Use them in life . Ruin them. Leave them worse than I’d found them, knowing it was almost always my fault.
“Pretty mouthy for someone who’d never had a cock in your mouth until tonight,” I murmured, doing my best to maintain a neutral attitude on the outside.
“You think I’m so helpless,” he said. “But maybe I can take a whole lot more than you think I can, Draven.”
I moved forward again, shoving my cock into his mouth and watching him open up to me instantly.
I could feel how much he wanted this.
Wanted to be good for me.
His motions were a little unsure at first, maybe a little sloppy, but only in the best way. When I’d called him eager it had been an understatement. Once he got into a rhythm on my cock he sucked it like he was trying to take every last drop of cum from me, to leave me drained and spent.
I’d been keeping my fist wrapped around the base of my dick, but I let it drop away, allowing him to suck me as deep as he wanted again. Once he built up a rhythm he moved one hand to my sack, gently squeezing my balls and bringing me close to the edge.
Just a mouth , I lied to myself. A mouth that feels way too fucking good. Wet. Tight. Impatient to take my cum, in the best way.
Just a hot guy you’ll probably never see again, the moment you leave Tennessee .
Another lie.
The truth was that he wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever been with.
He made me feel things I didn’t deserve to feel.
I was so close to coming. And when I looked down and saw his big, blue eyes looking up at me, reaching out to me, trying so hard to bridge the gulf that I left between us, it was too much to bear.
I groaned, bringing a hand down to the back of his head to grip him. Sensation pooled at the base of my groin, my balls tightening up.
“Take my cum, baby,” I said, thrusting forward into his mouth.
He swallowed around me, looking prouder than ever to take it all. The hanging light above us moved slightly in the breeze, the glint of it moving along Max’s hair.
Filthy little angel.
And every bit a man.
Reality slowly settled in around me as my breath and my heart rate returned to something closer to normal.
I’d given him something. Some small part of me.
Often, after I came, a new sense of clarity washed over me: I’d be ready to reset, to be alone, to politely end the evening with whoever I’d hooked up with. With other people, I never had this sensation that I’d… given something away, by coming inside them.
What the fuck do you do to me, Max Burnett?
He was standing up now, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“So, do you finally think it’s okay for me to go home?” Max asked idly, running his fingers through his hair. “Or do you think Mr. Scary Penis Man Stalker is going to be there to show me his cock, or something?”
I frowned at him. “You’re joking, right?”
“No.”
“Of course you’re not going home,” I said, standing up and moving toward the house. “You’re spending the night here.”