Fully-dressed, Max sinks onto the hard bed on his back, and I land gently on top of him. His coat’s unbuttoned and his tie is undone, but otherwise, we’re not getting very far with getting clothes out of the way.
Fine. I’m in no hurry. Seeing Max like that in the bathroom shook something in me, and I need to have him until it’s settled back down again.
I’ve only known you a week, I want to tell him. I don’t know why I care this much, but I do.
I just can’t figure out how to say that without sounding insane. The physical side, though? Letting him know how much I want him? That I can do. In spades.
His fingers comb through my hair as his tongue explores my mouth like this is the first time we’ve ever kissed. When I start unbuttoning his shirt, he moans softly and makes an attempt to untuck my T-shirt from my shorts before his hand gets distracted and comes to rest on my ass. I keep rubbing my clothed cock and balls against him, turning myself inside out at the same time I’m making him moan and tremble. I don’t even know how I want this to play out. If I want him to fuck me like he did the first night, or if I want to top him this time. Or if I just want us to make out and touch each other until we both come. I don’t know, and I don’t really care as long as Max keeps gasping and shaking and cursing between kisses.
His hands move again, and this time, he gets my shirt completely untucked, and pushes it up and off. As his palms slide down my chest, my body responds as if no man has ever made contact with my naked skin. I shiver, which makes me press even harder against him, and now I’m desperate for… not an orgasm, but something that might lead to one. I need my dick in his hand, or his mouth, or his ass. Something.
“I want you naked,” I blurt out between kisses.
He groans, kneading my ass with both hands. “Yeah. Naked.” Fuck, the hunger in his voice turns me on like crazy.
Somehow, clothes start coming off. We’re still making out, still rubbing and grinding, but belts come open and flies are unzipped and his jacket winds up on the floor. More and more skin touches skin. When he drags his nails down my thighs, he scrapes bare flesh and leaves behind stripes of pure heat that do nothing to quell this growing need to fucking come.
God only knows how, but we kick off everything else. Then Max wraps his arms around me and rolls me onto my back, and I damn near cry as his hips come down between my parted thighs. I can’t get enough of him. His body, his kiss, the heat radiating off his skin.
In a small way—as much as it’ll ever be possible, I think—I get why he was so emotional in the bathroom. As we hold on and wind each other up, I’m jarringly aware of how close I came to never knowing him at all beyond a few hands of cards at my blackjack table. It’s one thing to be ships passing in the night. It’s another to imagine that other ship sinking to the bottom while mine sails on without ever knowing there was any distress.
If realizing that rocks my foundation this much, then I definitely understand why it hit him so hard. I just hope like hell it hit him hard enough to keep him from going to that place again.
That thought makes me hold him even tighter and kiss him even more hungrily. I’ve never needed someone like this before. Not just for my own release, or because I want to make him feel good, but because I want him to be okay. I want to reassure myself he’s really alive, and I want him to feel that alive.
I slide a hand between us and close it around his cock. He groans against my lips, rocking gently into my fist, and every time the head of his cock pushes past my fingers, my head spins faster at the memory of him riding me. Usually I’m completely vers with a guy, and I get bored with guys who are strictly a top or bottom, but with Max, I just want to take his cock over and over and over until I can still feel him next week, and then I want to do it again.
He breaks the kiss and starts down my neck. I tilt my head back into the pillow, annoyed for a split second that it’s too firm for me to go very far, but Max does just fine with what I offer up. His five o’clock shadow burns alongside the tickle of his lips, and when he lets his teeth graze my skin, I curse loud enough I probably startle the people in the next room.
Max laughs softly and does it again. “Like that, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” I tighten my grasp on his cock, and he growls against the side of my throat. “Condoms are…in your bag, right?”
“Mmhmm.” He makes no move to reach for it. Instead, he keeps kissing up my neck, all the way my jaw, and starts back down again.
I’m so turned on and needy right now, especially since I’ve made up my mind and want him balls deep in me, but I can’t make him stop what he’s doing. “Fuck, I love that.”
He grins against my skin. “I know you do.” He bites me again, and when I gasp, his cock stiffens in my hand. I stroke him a little harder, and now he’s the one getting all flustered and vocal. Neither of us lets up, either. The more he kisses and nibbles my neck, the more I stroke and tease his dick, and in no time flat, we’re both out of breath and squirming.
Finally, he pushes himself up. “I’m getting a condom.”
I just moan.
When he comes back, he pauses. “So who’s—”
“You put it on,” I say between gulps of air. “And get on your back.”
His eyes widen a little, and I think he shivers. He doesn’t protest, though, and he gets on his back next to me. While he deals with the condom, I pour some lube in my hand. I love the way his hands are shaking now. He can barely get the wrapper open. As he rolls the condom onto his cock, his back arches like even that’s too much stimulation to ignore. Between that and the flush of his neck and chest, he’s so unavoidably aroused, I can barely stand it.
“There,” he says as he lifts his hands away. “Now get on.” It’s less of a command and more of a please do it now before I explode, and I love it.
I stroke the lube onto the condom. Max closes his eyes, biting his lip as he pushes his hips up and fucks into my hand again. Teasing him is tempting, but damn it, I need that cock in me right now before I’m the one who explodes.
I straddle him, and he steadies his cock while I guide myself down. Oh fuck, just the head pressing against my hole sends electricity right through me. I push back a little and ease myself onto him, and when the head slips in, I’m surprise I don’t come.
“Fuck,” I breathe. The first time we did this, he’d spent ages rimming me until I was so relaxed, I probably could’ve taken the whole thing all at once. This time, the penetration burns a little more. Stretches more. And dear God, it feels good.
I lift off him again and come back down so I can have that first inch all over again. I love the way it feels. Something about that initial invasiveness, going from wanting it to having it, is addictive.
“Holy fuck,” he moans. His hands are on my thighs now, and the way his muscles are quivering, I wonder if he’s trying not to thrust up into me. I can’t decide if I want him to stay still and let me be in control or if I want him to grab me, pull me down onto him, and force himself as deep as I can take him. It’s like reaching the decision page in a Choose Your Own Adventure, and not being able to choose which way to turn. Except I don’t remember any of those weathered old paperbacks having options like these.
A laugh escapes my lips. Wow, I am deliriously turned on right now.
I ease myself down, taking more of him. As I do, I can’t take my eyes off his face. He’s flushed, his brow pinched and his lips apart as he watches his cock slide deeper into me. I love the way his abs quiver and his jaw works as he visibly tries to stay in control. We’ve only fucked a couple of times, but I know how hard and rough he can give it to me, and I know what he looks and sounds like when he lets go and loses it. The thought of him taking over, throwing me on my back, and pounding me into oblivion is hot, but the sight of him reining it in, letting me be in control, and just restraining himself is unbelievably hot.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he arches his back and grips my thighs even tighter. “Oh God…”
I take more of him. All of him. My ass is pressed against his hips, and he’s buried to the hilt in me, and it’s so, so tempting to ride him hard and fast until this need for release is finally satisfied, but I don’t want this to be over yet. I’m on that edge between desperately needing to do whatever it takes to get myself off and still being able to hold back enough to draw this out, and though I’m too far gone to think about why, I’m aware my time with him is limited. My body wants the shortest distance between here and shooting cum all over Max’s chest, but the rest of me needs to take the scenic route.
I lean forward and brush my lips across his. Without a second’s hesitation, he’s got his arms around me, and he’s kissing me full-on, and…this is perfect. Oh my God. He’s out of breath, and hot huffs of air rush past my cheek as he slides his tongue alongside mine.
We’re moving together somehow—I don’t know who’s leading and who’s following, or even whose idea it was, only that his cock is sliding in and out, and skin is brushing skin, and I can’t get enough.
A shudder jolts him hard enough to break the kiss. He sinks back onto the bed—I can’t remember when he levitated off it, but apparently he did—and pushes up into me. “Jesus, Adrian…” He licks his lips. “Oh my God…”
“You feel so good,” I whisper, breathing hard as I keep slowly riding his cock.
“So… So do you.” He blinks a few times, then looks in my eyes. He’s reaching for me again, and in my mind’s eye, we’re back to what we were doing a second ago—holding on and making out while we fuck.
But he doesn’t pull me down.
He touches my face.
Just like he did at the strip club.
At the first brush of his fingertips on my cheek, my whole body breaks out in goose bumps. I’ve never been with a man like him. One who can be so turned on that any man would only be thinking of whatever it takes to get himself off, and he still touches…me.
“When I asked to touch you,” his words echo in my ears, “it wasn’t because I had a gorgeous piece of ass in my lap and wanted to cop a few feels and maybe fuck. It was because I wanted you.”
My heart’s going crazy, and it’s not all exertion.
Now I want you. More than I probably should.
I lean down again, and before our lips even meet, his hand is in my hair. We’re kissing even more hungrily. More greedily. The bed creaks and my muscles ache and his cock is slamming into me, so we must be moving too, but I can’t keep track of everything now. Only how utterly amazing I feel as we fuck and kiss and breathe and touch.
His skin is slick with sweat. So’s mine. We’re both breathing so hard we can barely kiss. My head is light, and my orgasm is so close I don’t think I could stop it if I wanted to, and then he moans against my lips like he’s about to burst out either laughing or crying, and his next thrust hits just right, and—
“Oh fuck!” I throw my head back. Rhythm is a distant memory, and all I can think is to keep moving so this feeling doesn’t stop. Max grabs my hips and fucks me hard from below, and then he’s got me in a death grip, holding me against him so he’s as deep as I can take him, and though he doesn’t make a sound, I swear to God the shockwave from his orgasm is almost visible.
Someone shudders again—I don’t know who—and we both exhale. I sink down into his arms, head falling beside his. I don’t give a damn about the cum that’s all over his—and now my—stomach. I close my eyes and just lie there for a moment, feeling both of our hearts pounding as his chest rises and falls under me.
“I don’t even smoke,” he slurs, “but I could almost go for a cigarette right now.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Same.”
He nudges me gently until I lift my head. When I do, he presses the most tender kiss to my lips.
Our eyes meet. His have a hint of tears in them, but I’m pretty sure they’re not there for the same reason as they were in the bathroom. If he came half as hard as I did, then damn right his eyes are welling up.
He brushes a few strands of hair out of my face and tucks them behind my ear. “Any time you want to fuck like that? You just say the word.”
I grin. “Likewise.”
We both laugh kind of drunkenly, but as we hold each other’s gazes, the humor fades and the rest of the world sets in. The reasons we ended up like this in the first place—both why we met on the street in front of the Bellagio, and why we’re tangled up in this motel bed with his cock still inside me. How easily none of this could have happened.
I come back down and kiss him. “I am so glad,” I pant against his lips, “that you’re still here.”
“Yeah.” He combs his fingers through my hair. “Me too.”