Chapter 33
MAX
My fists pummel into the punching bag, desperately trying to cool the mixture of jealousy and lust that’s swirling inside of me.
Which is dumb, because I spent the morning deep inside my girl, but then she went and sent me a picture of her evil plan, and I have been hard as fuck all day as a result.
I don’t blame her for not wanting to wait anymore, Zack needed the push, but fuck I wish I could watch them together again.
I can only guess her mission worked out, because I haven’t heard from either of them all day.
I know they need to take this step together, just like they crossed the line together, because once they work their shit out, it will be easier on all three of us.
Hence why I am here, kicking the fuck out of this stupid bag, instead of sitting in my apartment and jerking off to the thought of them.
I needed something to take the edge off and ease this burning need inside of me.
Not just for the girl who has finally given me a second chance, but for the best friend I have always felt more for.
I’m so engrossed in hitting the bag, ignoring the need I can physically taste on my tongue, that I don’t even hear him enter.
“Found you.” Is how Zack greets me, startling me slightly, and I look over my shoulder to find him leaning against the archway, watching me.
I don’t know how long he’s been there, or how much of my frustration he has seen, and will so easily be able to recognize, so I focus back on the punching bag, as I think over his words.
“You were looking for me?” I ask carefully, not giving him my attention again, in case he denies my last statement, but he responds before that thought can even take place.
“I tracked you here,” he states simply, and that has me pausing fully to turn toward him.
“Damn, you must really like the taste of my cum if you’ve taken to stalking me,” I reply with ease, enjoying the quick blush that rushes up from beneath his workout shirt.
When he doesn’t say anything in response, I roll my eyes.
“Where’s Lils?” I ask, while checking the wrappings on my hand, as Zack dumps his bag at the edge of the mats and pushes off the wall.
“I left her in bed, I told her I’d come get you and bring you home.” His eyes don’t leave mine the entire time he talks, like he chose his words carefully, and I can’t help but wonder.
Lily tracked him down at work hours ago now, so just what the hell have they been up to all that time? And why is he here for me now? Hope springs to life in my chest, as I watch him let his gaze trail over me as I think about what he just said.
“Want to spar before we leave?” he adds, cocking his head to the side, and I can’t help the smirk that washes across my mouth.
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” I tease, and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, before he nods toward the boxing ring.
“Just get in,” he snaps, making his way over to it, and I let myself check him out while he has his back to me, thinking of other scenarios in which I would like to hear those words.
We both climb into the ring, and I get the privilege of watching him run through a quick stretching routine, before he wraps his hands and cracks his neck.
Then with one quick tip of his head I am on him, aiming a swift kick to the side of his ribs, making him grunt.
He comes straight back with a right hook to my face, which I meet with an uppercut to his chin.
“So, you fucked my girl today.” My words are only meant as a taunt, no confirmation needed, as I deliver another punch to his jaw. Sure it’s a little harder than I would usually go, but I can’t seem to help it.
Zack only rolls his shoulders, wiggling his jaw side to side, before resuming his stance and coming right back at me. “I thought she was our girl?” he grunts, hooking me around the ankles and taking me to the floor.
I hit the mat with a thud with him pressed on top of me firmly, his weight a welcome relief, as I smirk once more.
“Glad to see you’re finally getting the memo,” I toss back, pushing against his hold on me, delighting at the fact he doesn’t relent.
“If you got over yourself and fucked her, then what are you doing here?” I use all my strength to flip us over, pinning him beneath me, before I ask, “Is there something else you need?”
Zack struggles against me, and I can tell he is still confused when it comes to me.
He might have admitted his feelings for his sister, but accepting his sexuality isn’t what he thought, is a whole other thing.
Still, his eyes never leave mine, and I watch the fight in them change to something else entirely.
This time when he pushes against me, I let him win, moving backwards until I am off him, slumped against the ropes of the ring with him now glaring at me, panting.
“You know what I want,” he mumbles quietly, and my heart begins to race in my chest.
“I have no clue what you want,” I snap, interrupting him completely. “You know what I want, what I have wanted for a long time, and I have fought against for so long, just so it wouldn’t jeopardize our friendship, but right now, I haven’t a clue what you want, not unless you tell me.”
I rise to my feet slowly, watching as he does the same, not letting my stare falter for even a second.
I might have just lied to him, because I think I know what he wants, I think he wants the same thing I do, but I can’t be the one to make this step for him.
I won’t force him to cross the line like Lily, he has to make this choice for himself, not for me.
So when he takes a small step toward me, I hold my breath slightly, as he opens his mouth and says, “You know you’re really fucking annoying.” His words have me smiling, my hands closing around the rope at my back, to stop myself from reaching out and pulling him toward me.
“That’s what best friends are for, to piss you off and push your buttons.” And to suck your dick. I don’t add that last part out loud, not wanting to startle him, not when he’s so close.
“Yeah, you’ve always known how to push my buttons,” he huffs, coming to a stop right in front of me, his hands flexing at his side, as if he’s fighting just as hard not to touch me.
“Zack.” I don’t know why I say his name, whether it’s in warning or desperation, but he hears it however it was intended, his eyes darkening.
“Just stop talking for a minute,” he tells me firmly, getting even closer to me, and it’s only now I come to the realization that he wants this.
His lips are on mine before I can say another word, and he’s kissing me like he’s done it a million times before.
Like it’s normal for us, and somehow it feels it.
His mouth is hot and insistent against mine, claiming it in a way that only he could, as he molds himself into me completely.
The weight of him is once again welcome and utterly perfect, as I finally let my hands explore his body.
They roam up and down the muscular planes of his back, making him groan, and fuck I want to swallow that sound and keep it forever.
When he pulls back to heave in a breath, I have to stop myself from chasing after his mouth with my own, but then I feel his hard length pressed against me. My own cock is hard and leaking, begging for attention, and when his hands fist around my waist, I have to bite back my own groan.
“Zack,” I say again, but he silences me with another swift kiss.
“I said stop talking.” Then he drops to his knees before me and I almost choke on my own tongue.
Zack Royton is handsome all the time, but right now he’s a damn dream come true.
His hands are steady as he grips the fabric of my shorts, and I watch him take a deep breath before he pulls them down completely, along with my boxers.
It’s not the first time he’s seen my cock, not after all the years we have been friends, but it’s the first time he’s looking at it this close, and he’s staring at it like it’s the most magnificent thing he’s ever seen.
“I forgot how big it was,” he chokes out, his eyes solely on where my cock is jutting out toward him.
“We both know that’s impossible,” I toss back, and he flicks his stare up to mine and glares at me.
“Just tell me if I’m doing this right.”
I can tell from his stare that he’s nervous, and for some reason I find it beyond endearing, that the usually powerful and domineering CEO, is on his knees asking me how to suck my dick.
A tremble runs through me, a shaky breath escaping my lips, as I look down at him in awe.
I’ve got my best friend on his knees for me, and I have never felt more powerless in my life.
Precum is beading at my crown, begging to be tasted, and when he drops his mouth open and inches toward me, everything else around me stands still.
His tongue dips out and takes an experimental flick against my tip, lapping up a drop of liquid and pulling a curse from the back of my throat.
My reaction is almost violent, my entire body erupting with goosebumps, as his stare flicks back up to mine.
“Is this okay?” he asks, doing it again a few more times before swirling his tongue around my end, and the anticipation and desire I hear in his voice is like nothing I’ve ever heard.
I can barely nod my head, my eyes only on his, as he leans in again and gives my full length a long lick.
I’ve lost count of how many people have sucked my dick, but there is something about knowing this is a first for him, that is messing me up in the best possible way.
My hand shakes as it reaches out and cups one side of his face, my thumb stroking his chin.
“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you, Royton?” I ask, relishing the way I can see he wants to fight back against me, but we’re not in his office right now.