Chapter 10

Max

“Before we get too carried away,” Adrian says on the way up his porch steps, “I could really use a shower. I’m disgusting.”

I chuckle. “I disagree on that last part, but I won’t stop you.”

He glances over his shoulder and smirks. “I was hoping you’d join me.”

“Don’t have to twist my arm for that either.”

“Good.” He opens the storm door, and his keys jingle for a second before one of them crunches in the lock. Then he pushes the main door open and we walk inside. After we’re closed in and the deadbolt is turned, he faces me, slides his hands into my front pockets, and tugs me to him. “I swear, if it had taken us another two minutes to get here, we’d be doing this on the side of the road.”

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. “Sounds kinky.”

Adrian laughs, shaking his head. “You’re a dork. Come on.”

He lets me go and leads me back into his bedroom and then into the master bathroom. As soon as he starts peeling off his T-shirt, my blood starts rushing south. He’s all mine tonight? How is this possible?

No point in questioning it—I’m going to enjoy every minute of this and every inch of him.

So I quickly strip out of my own clothes, and a moment later, we’re in the narrow shower together. I can’t decide if I want to stare at him and drink in the sight of his lean, naked body, or if I want to press my own naked body against his. The close confines pretty much make the latter a foregone conclusion—there’s barely enough room for both of us to stand, never mind leer at each other. What a shame.

He kisses me as we wrap our arms around each other. Hot water runs over and between us, and my hands follow the streams down his torso. This is hardly the first time I’ve been naked with a man, but it’s my first time naked with Adrian, and I don’t know if it’ll be the last, so I intend to memorize every line of his body.

Getting clean is still a priority too, and somehow he manages to make even that sexy. Bar of soap in hand, he turns around and presses back against me, and I kiss his neck and knead his hips as he soaps himself up. He guides my hands into the lather, and my slippery palms glide all over him. Above his hip on his right side, there’s a thick ridge, which I assume is his tattoo. Sometimes they have raised edges, though this one seems more pronounced. Or maybe I’m just that hyperaware of every line and divot of his beautiful topography.

Adrian presses back harder, rubbing his ass over my erection. God, I can’t wait to fuck him. Or let him fuck me. I haven’t even figured out if he’s a top or a bottom, or if he’s vers, but I can’t think of any configuration that would be disappointing. As much as I want to bury myself inside him and drive him into the mattress until he comes again like he did at the strip club, I won’t say no if he wants to do the same to me. In fact, the thought makes me shiver.

He looked over his shoulder, then turns around. “Sorry. I’m hogging the water.”

“You’re fine.”

“Still…” He squeezes past me, and now I have the bulk of the hot water. It does feel good—the novelty of a hot shower has absolutely not worn off—but not as good as Adrian, so I draw him back in against me and kiss him. He doesn’t protest. And dear God, he’s as hard as he was at the club. How he fits that thing into his tiny shorts, I’ll never know, but it’s free now, and pressed right up against mine.

I cup his perfect ass in both hands, this time without the layer of leather in the way. Now I definitely regret not flirting with him a little harder at his table—if I’d known what he was hiding under that dress shirt and tie, I’d never have been able to play blackjack. I don’t imagine I’ll ever play it again without thinking about long fingers on cards and black hair tumbling into blue eyes and flawless, powerful muscles on a slender frame.

I draw back to meet his gaze. Some of his hair is plastered to his forehead, and I brush it out of the way. His eye makeup is smeared, but it just makes his eyes look even bluer and brighter.

“I’m serious,” I whisper. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

He laughs a little and blushes. “Thank you.” Sliding his arms around my neck, he lifts himself up to kiss me softly. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

I just grin and kiss him again, letting it linger. And linger. And linger some more. Open-mouthed, breathless, hands all over bodies and bodies rubbing together—I could kiss like this all fucking night.

Adrian breaks away this time, and those blue eyes are on fire now. “We should really take this into the bedroom.”

“Good idea.”

He shuts off the water. Without the rush of the shower, my pounding heart is the loudest thing in the room. My hands are unsteady and more than a little clumsy as I dry off, but I manage.

After we drape our towels over the shower curtain rod, I follow him into the bedroom. He pauses to pull a bottle of lube and some condoms out of the nightstand drawer. Oh fuck yes.

Then he throws back the covers, climbs into bed, and beckons for me to do the same.

“You were right about this bed.” I move across the firm, even mattress to press myself against him. “It is more comfortable than the couch.”

Adrian puts his arms around my neck as we come together for a kiss. “Told you.” We both laugh between kisses, and this is… My God, it’s just perfect. My body is absolutely vibrating with need for his, and I want us to be fucking and coming and losing our minds, but I’m still not over the relief of just having him in my arms in the first place. If all we do tonight is kiss, even with a condom well within reach, I’ll be a happy man come sunrise.

Somehow, he’s on his back now, and I’m on top. He takes full advantage, too, and he runs his hands all over me like I did to him before. Up and down my back. Into my hair. Down my sides. Over my ass. He drags his nails up my back, and I gasp hard enough to break the kiss. As soon as I do, he starts on my neck, and I cradle his head in my hand, damp hair between my fingers as his lips skate all over my throat. When I close my fingers enough to pull, he moans, then bites the side of my neck, and we both shudder.

“God,” he breathes beneath my ear. “This is really happening right?” He pushes his hips up so our dicks rub together. “I’m not dreaming again?”

“Again?” I lift up so I can see his face. “You telling me you’ve dreamed about this before?”

Eyes locked on mine, he sweeps his tongue across his lips. “If I say I have, will you do what you did in my dream?”

“Hmm, that depends. What did I do?”

He rakes his nails over my ass cheeks, grinning when I grunt softly. “You fucked me until I cried.”

A shiver pushes all the breath out of my lungs. “Cried in a good way, I hope?”

“Oh yeah. Of course I woke up before I came, but I have a feeling it would’ve been awesome.”

I lean down and kiss just above his collarbone. “Guess we’ll have to see how it ends for real, won’t we?”

He arches under me, whimpering softly. “Please?”

“How did I fuck you in your dream? Position, I mean?”

He squirms some more. “Hands and knees.”

“Hmm.” I kiss below his ear and whisper, “Then you better turn over.”

We separate, and while I get the condom and lube, he turns onto his hands and knees. Of course, he’s impossibly sexy like that, offering up his ass to me. I don’t even have the wrapper open yet, and I already can’t wait.

I move behind him and put the condom and bottle aside. Then I take his ass cheeks in my hands and push them apart, and run my tongue along the crack.

“Holy—” He bucks against me, and when I do it again, he makes a choked sound.

“Like that?” I ask.

“Yeah. Ungh. God.”

I grin, then go in for more. I tease his hole with my tongue, alternately circling and probing, and he presses back against me as if looking for more. It’s been ages since I’ve done this, never mind with someone as enthusiastic and vocal, and I can’t get enough. Not when he’s moaning and squirming like that every time I touch him. Fuck him till he cries? Sign me the hell up.

I keep one hand on his ass and slip the other between his legs. With the lightest possible touch of my fingertips, I tease his balls.

“Max…” He whimpers. “Max, c’mon. Fuck…fuck me.”

Oh, I want to, and I will, but his breathless pleading is too hot for words. I keep tonguing him, keep teasing his balls, and he keeps right on whispering my name between moans and shivers.

“Fuck me, damn it,” he growls. “C’mon, I want your cock now.”

I give his hole one last lick and then sit up. I should’ve put the condom on before, but there isn’t much I can do about it now, so I just get it on as quickly as I can.

In front of me, Adrian rocks back and forth like I’m already fucking him, pantomiming how he’ll move once he’s on my cock. Jesus, I can’t wait.

Finally, the condom is on, and I put some lube on it. Then I kneel between his bent legs and guide myself in.

The instant the head brushes his hole, he shudders violently. “Oh God…”

I press against him. Not hard enough to penetrate but enough he knows I’m there. “You want me, Adrian?”

“Uh-huh. Please.”

“I’m right here.” I trail my fingertips up his spine. “Come and get it.”

He arches like a cat under my touch, and then he rocks back against me. “Oh yeah. Fuck.” We’re teetering right there, right where one slight move from either of us will push me into him. Where he’s just beginning to yield, and I’m just beginning to push in, and it’s a stalemate, a staring contest, and—

I nudge my hips forward a fraction of an inch, and I’m inside him.

His arms shake under him. The world spins around me. As I withdraw and push in again, we both growl curses and things I doubt either of us can understand.

He starts rocking again, and so do I. Slow and steady were fine and good before, but now I’m eager to be all the way in, and he seems just as eager to have me, and in no time, I’m fucking him deep and hard.

“How’s this?” I manage through clenched teeth. “This what I did in your dream?”

Adrian moans, then glances over his shoulder. “Dream-you could learn a lot from real-you.”

I grin and ride him as hard as I can, and he meets me thrust for thrust. I so want this to last, but I’ve been turned on since the strip club, and my need for release is overwhelming. “G-gonna…come…” I dig my fingers into his hips. My body’s got a mind of its own now, and I’m not even trying to fight off my orgasm anymore. “God, you feel so… Oh yeah…”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Come. Lemme… I want to hear—”

Anything else he says is drowned out when I slam all the way into him, throw my head back, and roar. And Adrian, he doesn’t stop. He takes over and swivels his hips or…or something, and he keeps me coming and coming until I swear I black out for a couple of seconds.

When the smoke clears, we’re down on the mattress. He’s sunk onto his stomach, and I’m slumped over him. I don’t remember dropping like this, but I guess it’s just as well because I doubt I can hold myself up. It’s all I can do to pull out.

In between gasps for air, I kiss the back of his neck. “Still…gotta make you come.”

He laughs softly. “You can catch your breath first. It’s okay.”

“Okay.” I kiss his sweat-dampened skin again. “Gimme a sec.”

It only takes a minute or so, and I can finally move. I push myself up. “Get on your back. I’m going to get rid of this, and then I’m going to make sure you come as hard as I did.”

“I love the sound of that.”

As I get up and he rolls over, we exchange grins. I pause for a kiss, then force my wobbly legs to carry me into the bathroom. After the condom is gone and I’ve quickly washed my hands, I come back, and I’m greeted with the sexiest sight imaginable—Adrian, naked and sweaty, stretched out on his back, slowly stroking his cock.

“Oh wow.” I lick my lips. “That’s something I could watch all night.”

“Don’t watch.” He beckons to me. “This is audience participation.”

I laugh as I slide in next to him, and as soon as we’re close enough, I kiss him. “Tell me how you want me to get you off,” I whisper. “I can give you head, or you can fuck me, or—”

“Just like this.” His other hand drifts up into my hair and pulls me back to his lips. “I love the way you kiss,” he murmurs. “Turns… Turns me on.”

I’m more than happy to oblige and kiss him deeply. He’s breathing faster, sharper, like he’s getting close. I want to do more, so I reach down, and while he strokes himself, I tease his balls. That earns me a low, delicious moan, and he kisses me even harder.

Without breaking the kiss, I shift a little so I’m partway over him. Then I move my hand farther between his legs. He parts them as if he knows exactly what I have in mind, and as soon as my fingertips meet his slick hole, he exhales hard through his nose and bucks his hips against my hand. I grin into his kiss and slide two fingers inside him. He clenches around them, and when I bend them to stroke his prostate, he shudders again.

We kiss, and he pumps his cock, and I finger him, and every breath he takes is sharper than the last until he’s shaking all over, tense and squirming, moaning into my kiss.

He breaks the kiss with a harsh “Fuck!” and lets his head fall back to the pillow. I kiss up and down his neck, and the hand in my hair holds tight as if to say don’t you dare stop doing exactly what you’re doing. His pulse pounds against my lips. Every time he speaks or moans, the vibration drives me wild.

He clamps down even harder on my fingers, arches off the bed, and releases the most deliciously helpless cry as he comes, and I don’t stop until he sinks back to the bed with a satiated sigh.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes. “That was awesome.”

“Uh-huh.” I carefully withdraw my fingers, then prop myself up on my elbow. When our eyes meet, the remaining smudges of eyeliner are just slightly wetter than before. “Looks like I did fuck you hard enough to make you cry.”

He wipes his eyes and inspects his thumb. “I’ll be damned. Guess you did.” We both laugh as I lean in for another kiss. After a moment he meets my gaze again. “For what it’s worth,” he says, “I would’ve been glad you came back even if we hadn’t ended up like this.”

“Yeah. Me too. But…I’m not going to complain about this part either.”

He chuckles. “Neither am I.”

“I was serious, by the way. About taking you to dinner.”

“You don’t have to.” He combs his fingers through my hair. “Besides, I could use your help getting through the rest of that pizza.”

I laugh and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m happy to help with that.”