Chapter 44
CHAPTER 44
Max
What?
My lips part, but the oxygen refuses to exit my lungs.
He wants me ?
He points at my chest. “That heart of yours should’ve been mine .”
Oh God.
“But you only wanted girls,” he says, the suffering on his face clear as day. “And it fucking killed me.” He shakes his head and snorts. “All these fucking years, I never once thought of any of them as more than a distraction, a way to fill the void, while I yearned for someone who wouldn’t even look at me that way. What a joke.”
He fishes the bottle of pills from his pants and pops it open.
Ketamine.
The pills he’s been downing every time he looked depressed.
And I could never figure out why until today.
All this time.
He wasn’t jealous of me because I had her .
He was jealous of her … because she had me .
I march over to him and slap the pills from his hand, the bottle flying halfway across the room. I grab his face with both hands and smash my lips onto his, kissing him the way I’ve dreamed about more than a million times. And God, they taste like blissful sin.
But his lips immediately rip away from mine, the confused look in his eyes anything but comforting.
“I don’t want a pity kiss,” he growls.
“You kissed me first,” I retort. “And then you walked away.”
“Because I was terrified!” he yells, tears staining his eyes.
My eyes hover over his face as I mutter, “Of ruining us before we even happened.”
His top lip curls. “But you ignored me.”
“Because I was terrified …” I parrot. “Terrified that it was only a mistake and would never happen again.”
His eyes flicker with shock.
I grab his face with both hands to try to stop us from overthinking all of this. “Kiss me.”
He searches my face for the answers he’s been looking for all this damn time, but I am right here, and I will wait. Forever if I have to.
But within a single second, he’s already smashed his lips onto mine.
Heath
God, the moment those lips touch mine, I lose every bit of self-control I have, and I claim them like no one ever has before. I don’t care anymore what anyone thinks. I’m fucking taking what I want, and what I want is him, right here, right now.
I grip his throat and push him back through the room until his back hits the bar, never taking my lips off his.
He wants me to kiss him? Fine, I’ll fucking devour him and leave nothing left.
With my fingers digging into his neck, I pry open his lips and force my tongue inside, rolling around in his mouth like I goddamn own the place and made it my fucking home.
All this fucking time, he’s been flaunting his love for her in my face, and I’m tired of not having a slice.
So I take and take, kissing him until he nearly passes out, then finally release my grip on his throat to allow him a single breath.
But the moan that follows … God, it riles me up almost as much as listening to her moans.
“You …want this?” I mutter, still hot and heady.
He nods, out of breath.
“Since when? The kiss?”
He shakes his head, and it makes even my breath falter.
“Years,” he murmurs, his cheeks flushing with heat.
“But you were always looking at girls,” I growl, cornering him against the bar. “You like girls, or you like boys, which is it?”
“Both. I just didn’t understand what I felt … until you kissed me,” he says, looking up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that make me want to raw-dog him against this goddamn fucking bar.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I thought you’d hate me and laugh at me.”
My nostrils flare. “Why the fuck would I?”
“I don’t know … I was confused, and I just thought you weren’t into guys at all.”
“I wasn’t into anyone but you for a long goddamn time,” I growl, inching closer and closer. “And you didn’t even fucking notice when it was right. In. Your. Face.”
He averts his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just thought … I was imagining things. I honest to God thought it’d be better if I didn’t tell anyone what I felt and just did what was expected of me. I didn’t want to get hurt.”
Fuck.
All this time he kept his true feelings hidden just so he wouldn’t get hurt?
I grip his chin and force him to look at me. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me again.”
He gulps.
“Do you understand?”
He blushes intensely, then nods.
“Use your fucking words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My dick throbs from his groveling voice.
“Good boy.” I move my fingers down from his chin to his throat. “But you’ve been such a fucking sore to my heart, clinging to the girl we both share. You couldn’t help but flaunt your love for her right in front of me…” I squeeze tighter and tighter. “You wanted me to be jealous of what you two had.” I grab his package, and his eyes flash with surprise. “I am fucking jealous. Of both you and her.”
“Please …” he squeaks, nearly moaning when I begin to rub him right through the fabric of his pants.
“Please … what?” I release the pressure just a little to allow him to talk, but not enough to let him get comfortable.
“I’m yours,” he says. “Use me. Do what you want with me, please, I’ll take anything. I need you. Desperately.”
“How desperately?” A grin forms on my face as I lean in, amused by his beggary while I slowly rub him into submission.
I could listen to this all day and still not have enough after what he put me through.
“Whimper for me like you did for her,” I growl.
And the whimper that follows, my God, now that gets me rock hard.
I immediately grab his shoulders, twist him around, and bend him over across the bar.
RIP!
I tear off his pants in one go, not giving a shit that the button is still closed.
All this fucking time, this is what’s been between us, and I’m tired of denying myself the pleasure of his body.
I grab a bottle of olive oil from the cabinet above the bar and pour it all over his ass.
“You want me?” I ask, and I zip down and take out my hard-on. “Then fucking take me all the way, like a good fucking boy.”
“Wha—”
His words are interrupted by an ungodly moan as I thrust into his ass, filling him up within seconds.
“Oh fuck!” he moans, bracing against the bar, nails scratching across the top. “You’re huge!”
“That’s it, show me how badly you’ve yearned for this fucking cock.” I slam into him with everything I have. I grab him by the hair and tilt his head up. “Let me hear those moans you’ve been giving to her instead.”
Every thrust is another moan scratched off my to-do list, but it’ll never be enough.
All this time we’ve been pretending we don’t feel anything, while we’ve been secretly longing to have each other, and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of this dance of avoidance, this game we’ve been playing.
“Enough,” I grit. “Tell me. Tell me you fucking love me like you love her.”
“I love you,” he whimpers. “I’ve never not loved you.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I thrust into his ass so deep his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, and I grip his throat and force him to keep the moan inside. “No. This one’s for me and me alone.”
I smash my lips onto his, forcing him to let it all out into my mouth so I’m the only one in this house who can hear him. Even if he isn’t mine forever, he’s mine for now, and I will make it last an eternity if I must.
“God, you taste so fucking good when you’re taking my cock like a good boy,” I groan against his lips.
His entire body shivers. “Yes … more. Please. I need more.”
Smiling against his lips, I bring my hand down his stomach and grip his shaft. He flinches, startled as I squeeze and start jerking him off. “So fucking sensitive,” I whisper. “How many strokes do you think it’ll take? One?” I jerk him off just once. “Two?” Another stroke and he’s actually quaking. “Three?”
He whimpers, “Oh fuck me.”
“Oh, my fucking pleasure.” I grip his hard-on and pull back until his tip glistens with pre-cum, then thrust into him so hard I can feel his balls tighten underneath the palm of my hand.
“I can’t hold it,” he moans.
I pause inside him and stop jerking him off, and his cock bounces up and down in the air. “You didn’t ask permission.”
“Please … can I come?”
“Go on,” I whisper.
“Please, Sir, I want to come so badly. I’m begging you.”
His whimpering makes even my cock throb inside him.
“Do it, then. Paint the fucking floor.”
I pull him away from the bar and force him to stand facing the middle of the room, and I lock his arms behind his back. “No touching. You did it for her. Now, do it for me.”
“What?” he mutters.
I thrust into his ass instead of answering his question and let him find out on his own. An unhinged moan leaves his mouth as his cum shoots out in ropes, his entire body trembling as I fuck him hard and fast, groaning along with him until I come too, filling up his ass.
Suddenly, the door cracks open and in runs Ivy.
She abruptly stops the second she spots us.
And so does my orgasm.
Fuck.