Chapter 20
DYLAN
I could barely form words as Max undid me, one eager touch at a time.
Each new discovery had me reaching higher for the next wave of pleasure, and I was cresting again, floating away until I felt like I was hovering outside of myself.
The sex I’d experienced in the past always left me wanting. But now that Max was inside me, filling me up me in a way I had only dreamed about but never had the courage to ask for, I finally understood.
I bit my lip hard as he entered me, the stinging burn soon replaced by an overwhelming fullness and a sparking pleasure that was more than I’d ever known. I slid my hands over his ass and gripped tight, pulling him in. I needed to feel all of him, right fucking now.
When I glanced up and caught the look of heated tenderness in Max’s dark gaze, my lungs seized with a razor-sharp bliss, an emotion too powerful to name.
Then he began to piston his hips in careful, measured thrusts that turned erratic, frantic, as we moved together.
Synching as one, Max wrecked me in the best possible way.
“Harder,” I urged and rocked my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Max gripped my leg tighter and lifted it higher, slamming back inside me with such force I nearly came off the damn bed.
“Fuck, Dylan. So beautiful, so goddamn beautiful. I can’t…I can’t hold back,” he moaned and closed his eyes as his hips punched harder, faster.
“Don’t hold back, Max. I want all of you, everything you have to give. Give it to me. Now.”
He drew my legs over his shoulders, lifting my ass off the bed as he reared up on his knees.
Oh fuck. At this angle his cock went deeper, nailing my prostate with precision, over and over until I was nothing but a wild mess, moaning, pleading, moving to a rhythm that grew tighter, higher, faster.
My balls tightened painfully. I was close.
So close. The rolling pleasure kept building, so hot I was afraid I would disintegrate to ash in the aftermath.
“Dylan,” Max panted. “I need more, more, more.” He chanted and mirrored his words with every thrust.
Max’s fingers tightened on my thighs as his hips pistoned faster.
I gripped the sheets for leverage, holding on so hard I yanked them clean off the corners of the mattress.
The bed groaned with the force of our movement.
The whole thing could fall apart, hell the entire ship could sink, and we wouldn’t notice.
We were totally consumed in our passion for each other.
Every frantic thrust made that pleasure point inside me light up. “Right there. Baby, I’m so close,” I moaned as I grabbed my cock and began to jerk it in time with his thrusts.
A lightning bolt of pleasure shot from my balls and sizzled along my nerve endings, firing up my entire body until everything blurred.
My body jerked as I climaxed, the orgasm ripping a scream from my throat that I’m sure everyone on board heard.
Hot cum spilled over my hand and I registered Max’s grunts as they grew louder, his hips thrusting faster, chasing his own relief.
“That’s it, so fucking good,” I groaned, still dazed. So blissed out I didn’t know anything but him—deep inside me, all over me, a part of me.
“Dylan!” he roared out loud as his body went rigid.
I felt the heat of his release in my ass, even through the condom.
Max continued to fuck me relentlessly, sweat dripping down his neck and chest as he struggled for breath.
He placed a hot kiss on one of my thighs, then the other, giving me a not-so-gentle nip that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
How did I not know how sensitive my skin was right there?
Max had an intuitive sense about every erogenous zone on my body.
Gradually his hips slowed, and he lowered my legs, wrapping them around his slender waist. Sliding my hands up his back, I slowly massaged his sleek muscles as he continued to pant, neither one of us saying a word.
I wasn’t sure what would come out of my mouth at this point. Probably words of praise and pleas.
Don’t ever leave.
When he calmed, I reached up and kissed him, whisper soft.
I felt suddenly shy, a bit unsure, and a lot overwhelmed.
Lowering himself over me, we were as close as any two people could get.
He was still half hard inside me, and I clenched around him, awed by our intimate connection, unwilling to let it go.
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled him over, staring down at his handsome face.
Max was flushed, his dark hair mussed, his eyes heavy lidded, his lips swollen with a satisfied smirk.
I reared up and rested my hands on his firm chest, rocking my hips.
I experimented with the position and swiveled my hips.
“Dylan! Jesus, give me a moment to recover, I’m not eighteen,” Max growled but his hardening cock told me otherwise. “And let me get rid of the condom before it breaks and I spill inside of you.”
My breath caught and my hips stilled. I wanted that. I wanted to feel his cum inside me, dripping out of my hole, between my ass cheeks, down my thighs…
“I don’t care. I don’t want anything between us.” I blurted out.
I think the orgasm blew apart my brain cells because I’d never gone bareback. Not even with my wives, since neither of them had wanted children. But I didn’t want any barrier with Max. He brought out a craving I had to be wholly owned.
I felt Max’s dick twitch in my ass as his erection grew. Seemed he liked the idea of going raw too.
Or so I thought. Until he slapped my ass. Hard.
“Max!” I yelled out, partly surprised, but mostly turned on by the sting of his hand against my sensitive cheek. I wouldn’t mind him doing that again. Maybe harder. Another new discovery for us to explore.
“Up, baby, I need to remove the condom,” Max whispered and when I stared down at him in shock, he stiffened.
“I can’t believe I said that. I hate endearments,” Max bit out. “Goddamn it, Dylan, what the hell have you done to me?”
I chuckled at his exasperated but honest admission.
He could complain all he wanted, but him calling me ‘baby’ sounded completely natural.
And I loved it. Another wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I couldn’t stop a wide smile from gracing my face.
“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart , but I don’t think we’re ready to talk about that yet. ”
His fingers tightened on my hips until I slowly eased off him. Man, I would be feeling Max for days. Every part of my body was aching. I flopped down on my back as he rolled the condom off, tied it up, and threw it in the bin nearby.
“Do you know your southern accent gets stronger when you’re aroused?” He waggled his eyebrows at me as we lay side by side.
“Let me guess, you got a cowboy fantasy? Do you want me to go get my hat?” I teased.
Max shook his head and slid his left hand into my right and interlocked our fingers. The simple touch stilled our lighthearted banter. Lying in the aftermath of our release, staring at each other, his hand in mine, was more intimate than our fucking.
At that moment, I felt closer to him than anyone else I’d ever known.
“Don’t need the hat. Just you. Only you.” He gently kissed me. “Going back to the topic of sex without condoms—that’s a serious step. I’ve never gone bare with anyone except Dante.”
Like the snap of a lighter, my jealousy ignited. The mention of his ex had me tensing, but that wasn’t fair to Max. He had history and so did I.
“I got tested before I left New York, about a month ago,” Max paused. “There was only one person the month before that.”
The green flame grew stronger as I wondered about the last man who had the pleasure of sharing Max’s bed. He probably had guys crawling all over him back in the Big Apple. And I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but my lack of experience with men made me feel like one again. Did I satisfy him?
Hidden insecurities swelled to the surface of my thoughts. I shifted on the bed and pulled my hand out of his.
“I’ve been celibate for two years,” I blurted out and rolled away from him, awkward in my admission.
Even though people often commented on my looks, especially in L.A., I never felt comfortable being viewed as any sort of sex symbol or using my looks to gain favor. I downplayed it throughout my career, though Warren often fought with me about it.
“What?” Max replied. “Dylan, look at me.”
I turned, unable to resist.
“Has it really been that long?”
I nodded and rolled back to face him. “A big part of my sobriety is figuring things out before I rush into anything, especially things like sex. Making healthy decisions and ensuring I’m not substituting one addiction for another.”
Max sighed. “I’m not judging you. I’m just surprised. You’re such a warm, sensuous person, and I can’t imagine that you wouldn’t want to…that you haven’t…my God, that orgasm destroyed my ability to articulate.”
Now it was Max’s turn to look uncomfortable.
He said he wasn’t sensitive with others, but I found him to be all that and more.
He shifted away, but I slid back over his body before he could move.
He automatically slipped his hands over my back and down to my ass, squeezing and rubbing, running his fingers down my crease.
God, that felt amazing. My cock grew hard so quickly I was dazed, lightheaded.
Max’s growing erection nudged mine, and I thrust my hips so I could rub all over him.
We were never leaving this bed.
I framed his serious-looking face in my hands, running my thumbs along his cheekbones and finally reaching down to give him a thorough kiss. He pulled me in tighter, taking control of my mouth, his tongue teasing mine. His deep, devouring kisses were everything I’d been missing.
“I know what you were trying to say. And you are the sweetest man, do you know that?”
Max scoffed. “Hardly. Outside of sex, I’ve been told that I’m too intellectual, reserved…cold.”
I felt his body tense beneath mine, but that wouldn’t do. Who would be so cruel as to say he’s cold? My heart pumped faster as anger over that comment and the desire to protect him warred inside me.
“You are anything but.” I kissed him again and when he tried to move his head, I held on tighter. “And I’m very happy that I’m here, right now, with you.”
“I am too,” Max replied quietly, his brown eyes holding mine in a gaze so potent my heart stuttered.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. I knew Max was a safe person for me to explore my sexuality with, but I didn’t count on the swell of emotions he’d churned up.
Suddenly I was thrown into the deep end of the ocean. I knew how to swim but I couldn’t see the shoreline.
I had no idea where I was going.