Max’s ramrod-stiff posture slowly eased. Then breath left his lungs on an oath. Which could’ve been a good sign… or a bad one. Who knew. Sean titled his head the other way and kept on going, using all his will power to hold back his tongue when all he wanted to do was drive it forward. Into the depths of Max’s warm, wet mouth, to feverishly introduce it to Max’s.
He resisted, though, by some small fucking miracle, buying himself a few more seconds. To his utter surprise, though, a moment later, Max suddenly engaged him wholeheartedly. And not with the vanilla stuff he’d forced Sean to work with. Max couldn’t pull off vanilla if his life depended on it.
Instead, he fisted a handful of Sean’s hair, cranked his head back and kissed him fiercely. Sean groaned as Max’s tongue shoved deep into his mouth, the taste of him frying Sean’s brain cells. So good. Fucking hell. He tasted so good. Addicted. Sean was instantly addicted. Bittersweet excitement flooded his veins. Because he’d done it, had gone for it, and his risk had paid off—Max was meeting his advances in spades. Unfortunately, even though the unimaginable was happening, Sean was pretty sure it never would again.
Max slid his other hand down Sean’s back, cupping his ass as he kissed him. Sean’s brain checked out. His body went inferno. Max’s kiss was like none he’d ever had. Scorching him from his chest straight down to his crotch. Making him frantic to fuck. Right there on Max’s lap, so their kiss could keep going. Max’s dick surging deep inside his body.
Sean moaned, brows pinching.
Max rumbled, dark and thick. The sound like a stroke to Sean’s junk.
He shifted restlessly, groaned into Max’s mouth. Max’s boner beneath his ass was making him crazy. Max bit Sean’s lip, then abandoned their kiss completely, latching on to the side of Sean’s neck.
Sean’s eyes rolled back. His groan came hard. “Sir—” he rasped. “Technically speaking… a worship fuck wouldn’t use my mouth, either.”
Max paused at Sean’s throat, then chuckled tightly. “Such a greedy little slut.” He pulled back and growled. “My greedy little slut. Only mine.”
Sean stilled and stared at him. “Yes, Sir. Only yours… Shame you can’t be only mine.”
Max held his gaze, then sighed and glanced away. “Time’s up, Sean. Off my lap. Gotta get going on our scene.”
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Max inwardly shook his head as he led Sean to the cross. How had he not seen that kiss coming? In retrospect, he’d all but set himself up. Telling Sean he could only use his lips and nothing else? Might as well have written “kiss me” across his fucking forehead. But at the time, he’d been thinking with his dick, not his head. Never imagined Sean would be interested in anything else. Or at least not anything above the freaking shoulders.
And honestly, Sean hadn’t been. Not in the beginning. Was plenty distracted with Max’s junk, ink, and piercings. And damn, did Max love how Sean did distracted. God, his mouth. So eagerly audacious. So ready to dive in a get dirty. Which made for one hell of a worship session. Best one Max ever fucking had. And that was saying a lot, since he typically allowed tongues, and pretty much always encouraged blowjobs. But with Sean, Max knew he’d get worked up too fast, so had opted to take preventative measures. Must’ve forgotten that his frisky sub was also an intrepid opportunist.
Thing was, Sean had never tried to kiss him before. Hadn’t shown any interest in it at all. Something that wasn’t uncommon with Max’s subs. Most just wanted a nice, hard work over that ended in brutal orgasm. None of which had any real need for kissing. So when Sean had worked his lips across Max’s cheek, Max truly thought that was the farthest he’d go.
Something Max now realized was totally asinine. Sean never stopped short. Always took things to the limit. Pushing Max’s envelope just as much as Max pushed his. Hell, Max would probably find it downright comical if Sean didn’t always make him damn near lose it.
Like he had on the tailgate of his truck on Friday.
Just a heartbeat away from fucking Sean’s brains out. A response that wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if Max actually screwed guys recreationally. Or did anything at all outside his dungeon. But he didn’t, meaning tonight, and yet again, Sean had undermined his control. Taking Max off guard with that sensual kiss. Leaving him not just horny, but freshly aggravated. Because he’d made Max buckle. Made him lose his cool. Hell, he’d all but attacked Sean’s mouth. Returning his uninvited kiss with entirely too much fervor. Which in and of itself wasn’t really the problem—a passionate kiss could be awesome. But the fact that Sean had elicited from Max something he’d never planned on giving… That shit just really rankled. It also flooded Max with the driving need to swiftly restore his dominance.