Max tensed, green eyes flashing, and fisted Sean’s hair. “Aw, fuck. Do that again.”
Sean obeyed.
“Fuck yeah. Harder.”
Oh, Jesus. So hot. Sean complied with a moan.
Max sucked in a breath. Squeezed Sean with his thighs. Arched his lower back. “Goddamn. More.”
Which Sean immediately gave him, but on his other nipple, kissing it between each firm tug.
Max growled, hips shifting, hands clutching Sean’s shoulders. “Fuck yeah. So good. Now twist it for me.”
Sean’s insides lit bright. He was making Max bliss. He gripped the ring tighter and canted his head clockwise.
Max’s ass left the cushions. His teeth clenched hard. And his eyes, God, his eyes. Like emerald flames. Which naturally made Sean’s dick reel even harder. Max looked like he was going to straight-up attack him. Bang him right there on the couch. Not that he actually would. Max was way too controlled. Sean could get him to skirt the edge but that was it.
Frustrated and skirting the edge himself, Sean released Max’s nipple and scrambled onto his lap—quickly, because otherwise, Max might stop him. But doing so with arms bound made maneuvering awkward, sending Sean tipping helplessly toward Max’s chest. Luckily for him, Max had pretty sharp reflexes and caught Sean by the chest to steady him. But now their bodies were just inches apart, putting them in deliciously close range.
Sean flashed a smile he was certain looked drunk. Max returned the gesture with a headier version. But then, to Sean’s delight, Max unhanded his pecs and gripped the back of the couch behind his head. Sean drank in the sight of Max’s enticing new pose. Elbows raised and bent by his head, upper body on magnificent display. A visual feast. A carnivore’s dream. Sean’s mouth flat-out watered. Good God.
Without another thought, he checked his balance, then leaned forward and buried his face in Max’s neck. Nuzzling and kissing, he breathed Max in. Shit. So good. He smelled so good. Like a hot summer night in the forest. He moaned euphorically, then detoured to the side, nuzzling his face in Max’s armpit. Taking on his scent, relishing his warmth. So furry and cozy and soft. Sean all but purred, every happy sound spilling free.
Another rumble rose from Max’s chest. Sean stilled. Had he pleased him, or had his actions turned Max off? Was he readying to push Sean away? The fucker better not. Sean was abiding by the rules. Soon, though, it became evident that that wasn’t Max’s intent, because instead of shoving Sean back, he palmed Sean’s nape and kneaded it as Sean played.
Sean exhaled, intoxicated, and returned to Max’s neck, kissing up its length with shameless fervor. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop himself. The smell of Max’s skin. The feel of his hair and his stubble. Like an instant hit of ecstasy, overriding all thought. Rendering him mindless with desire.
Sean rocked atop his lap, roaming his lips under Max’s lobe. Its tiny gauge brushed his mouth. Max growled and sank his fingers into Sean’s hair. But the second Sean grazed the opening of his ear, Max shuddered with a groan and pushed him back.
Dazed and drunk, Sean quickly shook his head. “No, Sir. Please. I’ll be good. No more ears.”
Max stared at him with an intensity that nearly plowed Sean over. Was he angry? Turned on? It was so hard to tell. To Sean’s relief, a moment later, Max gave a curt nod and eased Sean cautiously closer.
“Your time’s almost up,” he rasped against Sean’s cheek.
“Almost, but not yet.” Sean kissed along his jaw. He wanted to try something while he still had the chance. Something he wouldn’t typically dare. But due to their current extenuating circumstances, the attempt would be more than justified.
After all, he’d only be using his lips.
Steeling his resolve—as well as his balls—Sean moved his lips across Max’s cheek. Max’s eyes slid closed. His jaw went slack. Sean reached the corner of his mouth and lingered. Just for a moment, though. Then Geronimo. He covered Max’s lips with his own.
Max’s whole body stiffened, as if shocked by Sean’s actions. By the fact that Sean would ever think to kiss him. Which, if that were true, Max really should’ve known better. And yet, now Sean couldn’t help wondering. Was kissing one’s Dom, under any circumstance, some kind of monumental no-no? Eh. Whatever. Max had never said anything either way. And right now Sean had other things to think about. Like how fucking good Max’s soft lips felt. And how fucking bad Sean wanted to taste them.
Ignoring the fact that Max was still playing statue, Sean eagerly moved his mouth against his Dom’s. “Shit, Sir…” he moaned. Max’s piercing was driving him wild. Teasing his lips. Stoking his arousal. But then, so was the fact that it was Max he was kissing. The one man Sean couldn’t stop thinking about.