11. MAX #2
My hopes were dashed when he groaned, propped himself on his elbows, and opened his eyes sleepily. “Max? You okay?”
Shit. “Yeah, Luc,” I replied unhappily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I stopped short when he closed his eyes again and flipped back the blankets invitingly on the side of the bed nearest the door.
“C’mon,” he mumbled, still looking like he was more asleep than awake. “Wanna hold you.”
I gaped at him, speechless. He wanted what? In his bed? It was like he could read my mind from the week before when I’d been so desperate to sleep with him.
“Maxxx,” he whined when I hadn’t come forward after a few seconds, continuing to hold the blankets up. “It’s cold.”
Fuck it. I just hoped he remembered inviting me in in the morning.
I quickly wiggled out of my clothes, leaving my underwear on, and transferred myself to the bed.
Lucas’s arm came around my waist as I laid down beside him and he pressed his face into my neck.
I tried to hold in my sigh of contentment, but I wasn’t sure if I succeeded.
This was nice. So nice. It had been so long since I’d had a warm body in bed beside me, and the fact that it was Lucas, not some anonymous hookup, was icing on the cake of awesomeness.
I relaxed against him and pulled the covers up around my shoulders.
“S’good,” Lucas said into my neck. “Warm.” After that, he was silent except for some quiet snoring that tickled my skin on the exhale.
I focused so hard on trying not to laugh and wake him that I missed myself falling asleep.
***
I woke up on my back, sweating and with a weight on my chest that was somewhere between comforting and smothering.
I cracked my eyes open, winced at the light pouring into them, and slammed them shut again and opened them more slowly this time.
I glanced down at my chest and found a pile of blond hair in the center, rising and falling with my breaths.
Beyond the hair lay Lucas’s head, also contentedly rising and falling as I breathed.
He was face-down on me with his body half on top of me, his arm still—again?
—around my waist, and one thigh thrown over my morning-sore stump.
I could feel his morning wood poking me in the hip; mine, I realized, was pressed against his stomach.
Ignoring for the moment my sore leg, I fought the urge to roll my hips against him, not wanting to wake him up since he was sleeping so peacefully.
Damn, I was horny. I’d been looking forward to last night since the night before, and it had been disappointing to realize Lucas was too tired to do anything.
On the other hand, he’d invited me into his bed.
Granted, he’d been mostly asleep at the time, but I hadn’t known him to be a sleepwalker or anything, so his conscious mind would probably agree with what his subconscious had done.
I hoped.
The lump of hair on my chest stirred and made a lip-smacking noise. “Hmm?” Lucas’s voice drifted up to me.
I reached the arm he was half-laying on around his neck and brushed his hair away from his face so I could see him. He was blinking up at me with sleepy eyes that held a hint of heat despite his drowsiness. “Good morning,” I said quietly. “Feel better after sleeping?”
He thought about that for a while, then nodded against my chest. “Mmhmm.” I felt his lips brush my skin, whether accidentally or on purpose I didn’t know.
“Morning.” His arm tightened around my waist, giving me a squeeze and incidentally pressing his cock harder against me.
I savored the pressure in both spots. “Mmm.” His hips twitched against me.
I was pretty sure it was deliberate at this point.
“Luc?” I whispered, lifting my head to look down at his sprawled body. His face was still mostly pressed against me, so I couldn’t see much of that.
“Mmm?” he said again, and kissed my chest. He moved his leg from over my stump to more fully between my legs, pressing it lightly into my balls.
I couldn’t hold back a moan at the intimate contact. “Luc.”
He finally lifted his head to look at me, his gaze still fuzzy with sleep. And then he smiled and scooted up the bed until our heads lined up, maybe-accidentally grazing my cock with his knee on the way, and kissed me. “Hi,” he said, pulling back after a few seconds of soft kissing.
I chuckled and canted my hips up into him. “Hi. This is quite a way to wake up.”
“Hmm. Like it?” He kissed me again, slipping his warm, wet tongue along my lower lip.
Did I like it? I was fighting not to throw him down and fuck him senseless. “No complaints,” I answered, hoping I sounded casual, after he released me from the kiss.
He pressed his cock into my side and gave a lewd moan into my ear.
I shivered at the rush of air across the sensitive skin there.
Before I could react beyond that, he’d moved and was scrambling up on top of me, a leg on either side of my hips.
The blankets fell back, exposing us both to the chilly air, and I felt goosebumps rise on my skin.
I couldn’t complain much, though, because I now had a clear view of the wet spot on his underwear where his precum was soaking through. Yum.
I reached for his waistband and dipped my fingers underneath, brushing the head of his dick lightly and feeling the wetness there. He shuddered and thrust up, trying to tunnel into my hand, but I drew it back and grinned at him teasingly. “Uh-uh,” I chided. “No fair taking care of yourself.”
“Maxxx,” he whined, bending over to press himself on top of me. “Then you take care of me.”
“Oh, I will.” I jerked my hips up, unseating him before he could realize what I was doing.
He flopped down on his back with a disappointed groan and I turned on my right side to hover over him.
I let my hand drift down his chest to his groin again and this time I grabbed his waistband and pulled.
He lifted his hips so I could get his underwear down and then settled back into the bed, dick laying up toward his belly button.
He had a gorgeous cock, perhaps eight inches and uncut.
His foreskin was already retracting, leaving the purplish-red head exposed and glistening.
My mouth watered, but I wasn’t going to rush things.
I wrapped my right hand around his dick and gave him a stroke; his mouth fell open on a soundless moan.
I stroked again and then again, watching his face closely as every expression from agony to ecstasy passed over it.
His hand snuck up and pinched my left nipple hard and I shuddered, my hand tightening on him. “Fuck!”
He smiled and lifted his other hand to pull my head down to his, taking me in a filthy, wet kiss as we played with each other.
His hips started lifting to meet my strokes, and he whimpered into my mouth; I let his right hip grind against my cock on every upstroke.
I could easily get off just like this, and I suspected he could too, but I had better plans.
I rubbed my thumb over the head of his dick one more time, and then let it go. It slapped back to his belly wetly.
“No!” he gasped as I released him. “Keep going.”
I smiled against his mouth and shook my head.
Bracing my hands against the bed, I pushed myself downward.
The movement dragged against the still-slightly-too-sensitive edge of my stump, but I ignored the pain, too occupied with what I was doing—and that was preparing to blow him until he couldn’t take it anymore.
I trailed my lips from the middle of his chest down to his abdomen, then around to his hip bone, avoiding his cock in the center for as long as I could.
Finally, Lucas growled and yanked on the top of my hair, forcing my head to it. “Do it,” he ordered.
My, my. Mr. Sweetness and Light could be bossy, couldn’t he?
I grinned and slipped my tongue inside his foreskin, wrapping it around his cock as best I could as I raised my hand to jack him from the outside.
Lucas moaned like he was dying at the feel of my tongue, his hips jerking up.
Unfortunately, that movement brought his sensitive skin in contact with my teeth, and he hissed and immediately dropped his hips again.
I picked up my head and grinned at him. “That’ll teach you to be pushy. ”
“Fuck you,” he retorted without any real heat. “Suck me.”
“So bossy.” I held back for another few seconds, just to drive him nuts, and then lowered my head again.
This time I dipped my tongue into his slit to gather the precum there before taking him to the back of my throat with a deep groan that I knew would shake him.
Sure enough, he just barely restrained himself from jerking up again; I could feel the violent twitch he was holding back in his hips against my bracing hand.
He kept his hard grip on my hair, holding my mouth on him for a few seconds before relaxing his hand slightly so I could pull back. “Can I…?” he gasped when I came up for air.
Propping myself on my elbow, I lifted my other hand to take his and bring it to the back of my head. Not even looking up at him, I wrapped his hands around my head and pressed, urging him to take control of the blowjob.
With a moan, he did as I asked, gripping my hair and forcing my head down onto him again.
I flicked my tongue against him playfully and he hissed, pulled my head back, and then thrust hard into my mouth again.
Within moments he was pounding into my throat, a cacophony of moans and whimpers rising from his lips as we worked in tandem to bring him to the brink.
When I felt him tensing up after a minute, I determinedly detached his hands from my head and looked back up at him. “You have three choices,” I rasped, my throat still recovering from its abuse.
He was breathing hard, but he put his hands behind his head like he was resting casually. “Oh?”