Chapter 16 Rory #3
“I guess…” he continued. “I’m very aware that you’re much more sexually active than I am.
In fact, I haven’t had sex in ages—coming up to a year now.
” He glanced away for a moment. “But anyway, to the best of my knowledge, I’m completely safe.
I had a bunch of annual checkups earlier this year, STDs included. ”
By now my cock had finally gotten the message and deflated considerably. Maxwell noticed—his eyes dropped to my groin before he reached out and took me in hand, gliding his fingers very slowly up and down.
“I’m trying very hard not to read your mind right now,” he said quietly, his thumb tracing a delicate circle over my sensitive head. “But I’d very much like to know what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking that we should go upstairs before we fight again, because I really do need you to fuck me senseless.”
Maxwell immediately dropped my dick, took my hand in his, and guided me toward the stairs. His fingers laced through mine, warm and certain, as he led me up each step.
My heart fluttered wildly as we ascended the stairs, Maxwell’s hand still firmly grasping mine, his grip deliciously tight.
“I have lube, by the way, in case you were wondering,” I said. “It’s in the zipped pocket of my suitcase from ages ago.”
He paused at the top of the stairs, turning to look at me with his signature arched eyebrow. “The suitcase whose contents are still scattered across the floor like a clothes bomb detonated at the bottom of the stairs?”
I glanced down at the explosion of my belongings—T-shirts, trousers, and socks flung in every direction like shrapnel.
“I guess I should probably bring that up now,” I said, reluctantly letting go of his hand and bounding back down the stairs. I rummaged through the disaster zone, finally locating the small bottle. Victoriously, I held it up.
Then, I left my suitcase exactly where it was, taking the steps two at a time to rejoin him on the landing.
Maxwell’s eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “You’re bloody infuriating, do you know that?”
I waggled the bottle between us, my grin widening. “You secretly love it, apparently.”
He stared at the lube. “Pina colada flavour? Really?”
“What’s wrong, too fun for you?”
Without warning, Maxwell’s hands were on my shoulders, propelling me down the corridor with surprising force. My back hit the bedroom door, which swung open under our combined weight. He marched me backward until my legs hit the mattress, pushing me down onto the bed.
I barely had time to bounce on the springy surface before Maxwell was looming over me, his fingers gripping the hem of my tie-dye shirt. In one violent motion, he yanked it up and over my head, tossing it somewhere.
Cool air kissed my bare chest, though the tremor that ran through me had more to do with the hunger prowling behind Maxwell’s dark eyes, his breathing sharp and uneven.
“Take your clothes off, then,” I said.
Maxwell stared at me. “Are you always like this?”
“Did you expect anything different?”
Maxwell stepped back, his gaze fixed on me as his hands moved to the buttons of his white shirt.
One by one, he undid them with deliberate slowness, never breaking eye contact.
The intensity in his dark eyes made my breath catch as each movement revealed more of his chest—a gradual unveiling that felt almost ceremonial.
His fingers worked methodically down the row of buttons, the fabric parting to reveal the strong column of his throat, then the defined planes of his chest. The shirt fell open completely, exposing the expanse of his torso, lightly covered in hair that I so desperately wanted to touch.
Maxwell shrugged the shirt from his broad shoulders, letting it slide down his arms before dropping it to the floor. His trousers followed, then his underwear, until he stood completely naked before me.
My heart danced with a ferocity that surprised me. Why was I suddenly so nervous? Maxwell was the one who’d never had sex with a man before. So why was I battling against anxious butterflies assaulting my stomach?
But this was Theodore Maxwell.
Maxwell, whose magnificent cock now hung heavy between his thighs.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
Dying sunlight streamed through the curtains, drenching his body in a golden, sun-kissed glow that accentuated every perfect inch of him.
Broad shoulders, chest just slightly muscled.
Taut stomach, powerful thighs. My eyes traced the dark trail of hair that ran from his navel downward, drawing my attention back to his impressive length.
Then he was moving toward me, climbing onto the bed, one hand reaching to remove his glasses.
“Wait,” I said. “Keep them on.”
His brow furrowed.
“You…” I started, my chest feeling tight, my lungs not quite getting enough air. “You look more like yourself with them on.”
Wordlessly, he blanketed me with his weight while supporting himself on one elbow, and the heat of his body pressed against mine sent a lovely shiver through me.
He thrust against me, rubbing our cocks together—an instantly overwhelming friction that pulled a desperate whimper from my throat. I reached down, eager to take us both in hand—
“Let me,” Maxwell murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
He brushed his hand across my chin, then stroked my lips with his thumb.
My mouth fell open of its own accord, and he slipped two fingers inside.
I sucked eagerly, licking around his digits and mustering as much saliva as I could—easy enough, as the man on top of me already made me drool.
With his massive hand, he wrapped it around both our cocks, the wet slide of his fingers easing the way. The feeling of his enormous dick pressed against mine nearly undid me then and there—the velvet-steel hardness of him scorching against my own.
Then he shifted, and I felt the swollen head of my cock brush against something impossibly soft.
Maxwell went rigid above me, his breathing ragged, and I realised what he was doing—positioning himself so the tip of my dick was right at the edge of his foreskin.
His hand trembled slightly as he held us together.
“I—” he started, uncertainty flickering across his features. “Is this— I don’t know if—”
“God, yes,” I gasped. “That feels incredible. But only if you want to.”
His breath hitched as he tentatively guided the head of my cock inside, the soft skin stretching to accommodate me.
Then I was sliding into that warm, wet sheath, my tip completely enveloped by his flesh.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—like being wrapped in the most perfect silky heat.
“Fuck,” I panted, my hips jerking involuntarily as he began to stroke us together with growing confidence. The wet, obscene sounds of our skin sliding against each other filled the room.
“You feel beyond amazing,” he whispered.
I could only whimper and thrust as he worked us both.
His mouth found mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, his tongue exploring me with tender thoroughness. His tongue mapped the geography of my mouth, mirroring the strokes until I was moaning helplessly into his mouth.
“I can’t—Maxwell, I’m going to come, I can’t—” The words tumbled out in a desperate rush as that familiar tightness coiled low in my belly, building faster than I could control.
“Come for me,” he breathed against my ear. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
And I did, helplessly, my orgasm hitting like a dam bursting. I came hard, shooting directly into that tight, warm space, filling it with my release whilst he kept stroking us. The mess of it, my cum trapped and coating both our cocks, only seemed to drive him wilder.
“Please,” I gasped against his neck, still shaking from the intensity. “Please, I need you inside me. Need your cock in me right now.”
Maxwell’s breath hitched as he stared down at the mess between us—my cum coating his hand, his cock, streaked across my stomach.
Something deliciously hungry flickered across his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deliberate slowness that made my spent dick twitch weakly.
“Fuck,” I breathed, watching him taste me for the first time.
He lowered his head without warning, his tongue tracing a path along my softening length, cleaning me with careful attention. It was almost too much on my oversensitive skin, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
“Do you like it?” I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper.
Maxwell lifted his head, his eyes dark with want. “I’m going to need a lot more of that,” he said, the promise in his voice making heat coil in my belly despite having just come.
He reached for the bottle of flavoured lube, squirting some into one hand.
Then he gathered the remaining cum from my stomach, mixing the two on his fingers.
His eyes never left mine as he slowly shifted, pushing himself back until he was kneeling between my legs.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap.
“I’ve… never even watched gay porn,” Maxwell admitted, his voice low and slightly uncertain as he stared down at the slick mixture on his fingers.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, studying his face. “Never been at all tempted?”
He met my eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “My eyes certainly wandered over to that section a few times. But I think I didn’t want to make my life any more complicated.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, gesturing at our naked bodies and the ridiculous situation we’d found ourselves in. “What we have right here is pretty darn complicated.”
“Well, maybe I like complicated things more than I thought I would,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a register that made my stomach flip.