Max didn’t reply for what felt like forever. Then finally, “You saying you wanna suck my dick?”
Sean’s lips twitched. So blunt. “Yeah. I wanna suck your dick.”
Max’s fly firmed instantly, but still he resisted. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please? I’ll be your best friend.”
Max paused, head still back, lids still shut, brows still furrowed. Another tiny grin tried to form. “I’ve already got a best friend.”
Sean slowly stroked his wood. “Then I’ll be your backup.”
Max’s lips parted at Sean’s touch, all traces of amusement vanishing as he gripped Sean’s wrist and finally opened his eyes. Turning his head, he met Sean’s gaze. Held it with an oddly bleak expression. “Okay,” he murmured. “As a parting gift.”
Jesus. His tone. That look in his eyes. Like he was saying goodbye forever or some shit.
Sean frowned, searching Max’s stare, but then forced himself to focus. Ugh. Stupid alcohol was messing with his brain. He smiled and unzipped Max’s fly. “Thank you, Sir.”
Again, Max didn’t reply, just turned his gaze back to the ceiling, exhaled slowly, and re-closed his eyes.
Sean glanced around. The driver had closed his partition, and it was pitch black outside so no one could see in. Workable conditions. You only live once.
Sliding down to his knees in front of Max, he eased between his legs and tried to get situated. Fuck. Good thing he was flexible, because to wedge behind the driver seat, he had to all but do a center split.
He settled into position, then gazed up at Max. Yup, lids still shut, head still back. Guess he wasn’t interested in eye contact. No big deal. Sean would watch him regardless.
He pulled out Max’s cock, then paused in realization. This was the first time he’d touched Max’s dick with his hands. Until now, it’d been strictly just his mouth. He smiled and thumbed Max’s base, immediately entranced. So warm and silky-soft, yet so incredibly hard, like some kind of flesh-and-blood steel. Max shifted beneath him. Sean should probably get started. Didn’t want to risk Max changing his mind.
Leaning in close, he extended his tongue and lazily licked the ridge of Max’s crown. All the way around. Then one more time. Then a slow, gentle suck right on top. Max exhaled and clutched Sean’s wrists. Sean held his base secure, lowering his mouth further down Max’s shaft. God, he tasted incredible, like he always fucking did. Savory with that subtle hint of sweet.
Kind of like every other aspect of Max.
Sean thrummed and took him deeper. Max moaned in response, fingers tightening around Sean’s wrists, knees hugging Sean’s sides. Sean smiled around Max’s dick, relishing the moment—along with every facet of this act. And since traffic wasn’t moving, he took his time, loving all over Max’s cock in slow-mo.
Most enjoyable blowjob he’d ever fucking given.
A good ten minutes later, cars finally started moving, rolling past the wreck at a trickle. But by then, Max was already close to the brink, his lean hips subtly thrusting to Sean’s rhythm. Perfect timing. It’d only take a few minutes to get to his apartment, so he’d let Max bust his nut when they arrived.
Max groaned, thighs twitching, as they neared the final turn. Sean’s mind swirled in drunken nirvana. Because, honestly, he couldn’t believe he was doing this. Or that Max had even agreed to it to begin with. Letting Sean suck his cock outside the dungeon? With Sean’s hands free and everything? Felt so weird.
Unlike Max’s dick, which felt like heaven in Sean’s mouth, it’s broad head swelling bigger and firmer. Tantalizing Sean’s tongue, compelling him to suck harder. To grip his lips tighter around Max’s shaft. So, he did, with great gusto, teasing the hell out of his Dom. Max rumbled a slew of incoherent curses.
They rounded the last corner. Sean’s building came into view. So, Sean stopped toying around and got serious. Like hell was he getting out of that taxi without Max’s load. He moved his mouth faster up and down Max’s length, sucking his crown with each withdraw.
Max inhaled sharply and shoved his hands in Sean’s hair. “Fuck,” he rasped. “A stór... Shit, yeah… Just like that…” His fingers fidgeted restlessly. A grimace tightened his features.
Oh, God. He was magnificent. Sean watched in captivation, his mouth working on auto-pilot as he stared. But as the trembles set in, marking the beginning of the end, a strange hint of sadness shadowed Max’s features.
Sean’s brows pinched in confusion. He’d have to revisit that later. Now was definitely not the time to stop and ponder. He strengthened his suction, swirled Max’s glans with the flat of his tongue, then cupped Max’s balls with his free hand and started fondling.
Max moaned, jaw slack. “Goddamn... So fucking good…”
And yet, it wasn’t until Sean grazed his bottom teeth up Max’s length, that Max gasped with a start and fisted Sean’s hair.