Chapter 112: The sweetest deception (m)
Maxwell felt tricked. Bamboozled. He felt lied to. If Andrew wasn’t so good at cajoling him, he might even be angry, but unfortunately, he was highly susceptible to those damn big brown eyes of his.
Andrew had let him have his way. At least, at first.
Maxwell got his wish. He’d pushed Andrew down, kissed him as he straddled him on the bed. Touched Andrew all over his chest and body. Squeezing those damn hot pecs of his, and feeling pure joy when Andrew winced, looking desperate as he gently made a trail down Andrew’s body with his fingers. Caressing those damn abs of his that made him an extra layer of attractive.
Andrew didn’t have to be as caked up as he was, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with being a beta before. Maxwell was not going to complain. They’d get to the bottom of it, and until they did, Maxwell would enjoy every inch of him.
Which he had. Andrew might have been a quick shot, but he was also quick to harden too. And Maxwell knew that he lasted longer on the second and third time after he shot his load on the first. It was something Maxwell had noticed, and was pleased that Andrew had as well.
It was quickly becoming one of his favourite things about Andrew. At least, physically. Andrew recovering quickly meant Maxwell could do all kinds of things with him, which appeased his little gay heart.
A cock always ready for him? Just for Maxwell? And it was attached to Andrew? Godsend. It was a miracle. He was never letting this man go.
So, he’d teased Andrew a bit, making the man whimper like he wanted, until he covered Andrew’s cock with a condom and slid it home. It felt soooo fucking good to have Andrew fill him. He had been right. Andrew’s cock had gotten bigger, and from the way that Andrew looked at him so desperately, he knew it too.
He knew Andrew worried that he was hurting him, but Maxwell couldn’t put into words just how good it felt to be stretched like this. He felt full to the brim, and every time Andrew grew a little bit more, Maxwell’s cock twitched. He’d never felt this full with others before, and he’d thought it was just because he cared about Andrew, but it was more than that.
Having sex with someone he truly cared about did fulfill a need he never knew he had, but at the same time, Andrew reached parts of him that others never had before. Emotionally, and physically.
So, sinking down on his cock, watching Andrew pant and squirm beneath him as he clenched around his cock felt like coming home. He sighed as he took the whole of him in, coming flush against Andrew’s thighs. He hadn’t realised he was this wet, but it was a clear sign that Maxwell had missed him a lot. Or his heat wasn’t over. He wasn’t going to look too hard at that.