11. MAX #3
I nodded and trailed a hand down the crease where his leg met his groin. “Yup. I can get you off with my mouth, to pay you back for the other day. Or I can fuck you.” I paused.
“Or?” he demanded when I didn’t finish my list.
“Or you can fuck me.”
He stared at me, seeming to be unaware of how he was shifting his hips to try to get my hand back on him, “You’re vers?”
“Yup,” I said with a smirk. I’d never quite figured out why, but most guys pegged me as a top almost from the get-go.
In truth, I genuinely loved both options.
It had led to some positive experiences, when I got to happily surprise guys, and some less positive ones, when I couldn’t get fucked when I wanted to to save my life.
He gave his choice a minute of deep thought, then smiled and turned on his side to face me. His hand fell to his cock and he gave it a tug as he met my eyes. “Fuck me.”
For some reason, I’d expected him to opt for door number three, him fucking me, but I wasn’t going to complain about getting the opportunity to get inside his hot ass. “You have stuff?” I asked, wrapping my hand around his hip and giving his backside a hungry squeeze.
He nodded and scrambled over me to get to the nightstand on my side, narrowly missing kneeing me in the balls.
If he wasn’t careful, I wasn’t going to be fucking at all for the next day or two, and I told him so.
He laughed. “You’d get over it.” He pulled back and dropped the condom and bottle of lube he’d retrieved on the bed between us. “How do you want me?”
I thought about that. Our position options were limited with my legs out of commission; we pretty much had to choose between being on our sides or having him on top, doing all the work. But first… “On your back for now,” I said as I shimmied out of my underwear and tossed them off the bed.
Grinning, he did as I said and spread his legs. I settled back on my side and ran a finger down slowly from his neck to his hip, drawing out the anticipation until he was shivering under my hand. “Max!” he complained when I drew my finger teasingly along his length rather than going for his ass.
“So impatient.”
He made another one of those hot growling noises and I couldn’t resist any longer.
I drifted my finger from his cock to his taint and then further back until the pad of my finger was pressed lightly against his pucker.
The flesh there gave slightly as he relaxed, sucking the tip of my finger in even without lube, and I added my thumb to the outside of his ring so I could work him inside and out at the same time.
When he’d relaxed enough that my finger was in danger of pushing in further, I pulled out and reached for the lube; a few seconds later, I was back to tease him with slick fingers.
He moaned my name hungrily as I worked my first finger into him to the knuckle, then he jumped and squeezed down on me when I crooked it to pet his prostate.
As I continued loosening him up with first one finger and then two, he raised a hand to my face, tracing my cheek affectionately and then drawing me down for a kiss.
We stayed like that, with me fingering him open and him eating at my mouth, for a few minutes until I was able to work a third finger into him.
He pulled his mouth away at that point to groan loudly and curse.
“Fuck’s sake, Max, I’m ready. Give me your dick! ”
“Soon,” I soothed, scissoring my fingers inside him and stroking his prostate again for good measure.
He shuddered and his cock twitched. When I was sure he was stretched enough, I pulled my hand back, making him whimper at the loss, and rolled the condom down my length.
Then I flopped onto my back. “Ride me, Luc.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. Before I could blink, he was straddling me.
He drizzled some more lube on me and then I held my dick steady for him at the base as he began to sink down on it slowly, inch by inch.
Sexy little hitches of his breath and squeezes of his muscles had me on edge already and I found myself having to focus hard to stop myself from coming right then and there before he even bottomed out.
The tight warmth was indescribable and overwhelming.
I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to thrust up into him and force him the rest of the way down at the same time.
That would just risk hurting both of us.
Patience, I told myself. You want him to want to do this again sometime.
Finally, his ass was nestled into my pubic hair. We both held there for a long moment, breathing hard, and then his eyes met mine and he smiled and raised a hand to stroke my hair. The movement made him tighten around me and I shuddered. “Can you move?” I asked desperately.
Instead of answering, Lucas gathered his knees under himself, rested his hands on my chest, and began to ride me.
Slowly and languidly at first, moving dreamily on top of me while I gripped his hips, and then faster and harder.
My grip on him tightened and I started to thrust up as best I could without being able to brace my feet on the bed, which amounted to just small hitches of my hips.
He didn’t seem to have any complaints judging by the hisses and groans that were issuing from him.
I could feel a pleasured rumble emanating from my chest and vibrating against his hands.
We slammed together again and again, the clutch of Lucas’s body around mine growing tighter as he got closer and closer to orgasm. I began to feel that telltale tingle in my balls and the base of my cock and I reached for his, jerking him roughly in time with my thrusts.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned. “Just like that.”
“You gonna come for me, Luc?” I panted, my thrusts growing jerkier. “Shoot all over me?”
“Max!”
I tightened my grip a notch. “Do it. Come on me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
He wailed my name, stiffened, and did exactly as I said.
And between the warm jets of his come on my belly and his muscles clenching and relaxing around me, he brought me along for the ride.
I jerked up one last time and groaned from the depths of my soul as I filled the condom with pulse after pulse of my spunk.
I hadn’t come that hard in ages. My head was spinning and there were spots in front of my eyes.
Lucas collapsed against my chest, panting into my neck. “Holy shit. Wow,” he managed to breathe after a few seconds. “That...wow.”
I chuckled and rubbed a soothing hand up and down his back. “Right there with ya, bud. I mean, damn.”
His answering laugh made him tense up, and the squeeze on my cock sent a hot aftershock through me. “Fuck,” I said, my hips jerking up one last time as my cock gave a final twitch inside him.
We lay there for a few minutes, regaining our breath, before I grabbed the base of the condom and he pulled off me.
I tied it off and he took it from me and disappeared down the hall toward the bathroom, only to reappear a minute later with clean hands and a warm, damp towel.
He wiped me down conscientiously, stroking the towel gently over my skin, and then tossed it into the laundry basket in the corner of his room.
“That’s a hell of a wakeup call,” he said with a grin as he climbed back over me to settle with his back against the headboard.
He dragged a hand through his hair and pushed it back off his face, then lowered himself to the bed to face me. “Want to get up?”
“What time is it and what’s in it for me?”
He glanced at his watch. “It’s 8:04. And what’s in it for you is I’ll make you breakfast.”
That got my attention. “French toast?”
He rolled his eyes at me but said in a patient voice, “Yes, ok, French toast if that’s what you want.”
I smirked. “I should dick you down more often if it gets me French toast.”
“Oh, bite me.” He shoved my shoulder and I rolled over dramatically, then sat up and scooted toward where I’d left my chair at the foot of the bed.
I transferred somewhat awkwardly—I wasn’t used to doing it head-on—and pulled on the underwear Lucas handed me off the floor where they’d landed earlier. He donned a pair of pajama pants, commando, to my pleasure, and we headed for the kitchen.