Chapter 35: An alpha’s rut is no joke (m)
Maxwell had never been so overwhelmed by sensations while in bed with someone before. He had known that Andrew was going to be a considerate lover, but he hadn’t been aware just how considerate he’d be.
When he’d bent Maxwell in half and eaten his ass? Holy shit, he hadn’t been expecting that. Especially after their first time together, when Andrew had been a mess, all scars and bruises and let Maxwell do whatever he wanted.
Now? Now the rut was well and truly riding Andrew’s ass, and even if he was ’stereotypically’ alpha right now, there was a certain Andrew zest to it.
Like when Andrew tore open the condom and slid it over his cock, he was checking on Maxwell the whole time. Even when he kept Maxwell bent like a pretzel, his eyes reflective in the light, he was checking on him the whole way. Pressing kisses against his skin, enough that Maxwell felt he’d never been this wet in his life. Honestly, he was worried that Andrew would slip out, he was so damp.
That wasn’t a problem, as they both groaned as Andrew slowly, with great patience, pushed himself inside of Maxwell. At this angle, Andrew felt huge, and Maxwell wondered, in the sensible part of his brain, if he had gotten bigger in the last day. It was quickly washed away when Andrew came flush against his ass, his balls warm against his skin, and Andrew bent forward to kiss Maxwell heatedly.
Maxwell greedily kissed him back, demanding, controlling, and Andrew let him. Andrew rocked his hips, gently moving against him and Maxwell found that the man was hitting his prostate just right. Gentle lover, more like persistent. A wolf hidden in sheep’s clothing, who knew exactly what he was doing when Maxwell trembled, his movements jerky.
And that was when everything went off the rails.
Maxwell witnessed when the thin string keeping Andrew in line snapped.
He wasn’t sure what it was, Maxwell’s moan of his name, Maxwell squeezing him tightly, or the nails scratching down his back, but Andrew fully withdrew from Maxwell, before thrusting back in to the hilt, and Maxwell’s breath was stolen from him. Andrew clenched his teeth, his expression hardening as he continued the aggressive, ball slapping assault on Maxwell.