Chapter 164: It just takes two fingers (m)
Andrew was losing his mind. He felt so good, his body wound up tight. With Maxwell’s hands on his chest, his weight pressed against him as he bounced on Andrew’s cock like it was his favourite thing to do.
Andrew knew he had to have sweat on every part of his body, his own pheromones thick in the room as Maxwell’s were a sweet seduction, wrapping around his throat and causing him extreme pleasure. The man was a drug.
Maxwell knew it too. His eyes were lidded, his head thrown back in pure bliss, his fingers clawed against Andrew’s bare chest, and his thighs moving, flexing powerfully. Andrew had a firm grip on his hips, but he knew better than to take control. Maxwell was in his element, and it didn’t matter that they had been at this for over two hours, he wasn’t tired.
Andrew was feeling it though. Maxwell had stamina that you wouldn’t believe. He could go for hours longer than Andrew could. Andrew wondered in the back of his mind if it was also a form of control, but it was quickly washed away when Maxwell tightened his grip on him from the inside, rippling on Andrew’s cock in a way that had Andrew practically whimpering.
"Where is your mind wandering, Baby?" Maxwell asked, his voice sultry, his lips moist.
"I wanna kiss you." Andrew answered readily, and the grin he was rewarded with made his control slip. Fuck. Maxwell was so damn beautiful.
Andrew watched as he bent, chuckling as his lips touched Andrew’s. Andrew kissed him desperately, trying to take control of at least something but Maxwell wouldn’t let him. Maxwell sunk his teeth into Andrew’s bottom lip, pulling a deep, needy whine from Andrew as the small bite of pain had Andrew’s balls ready to burst.
"Baby, what did I say? You have to last until I cum and then we can do it the way you want." It was a huge ask. Maxwell loved feeling Andrew cum inside of him first, and Andrew had, basically, been trained to do so. Andrew hadn’t minded, except for situations like this. Where Maxwell didn’t quite go back on his word, but made the conditions feel impossible.
Andrew hadn’t thought he was a quick shot before, and he’d guess that he still wasn’t. Maxwell was just...built different.
"You aren’t playing fair." Andrew protested, and Maxwell’s grin was feral.
"Well, what are you going to do that can make me cum faster?" Maxwell asked sweetly, grinding his ass on Andrew’s cock. Andrew moaned, the tight, wet heat of Maxwell too much. He had to hold on, he had to, but damn was it so hard.