Chapter 235: Just a little taste (m)
"Andy~" Maxwell cried. "This is cruel and unusual punishment. Just give me your cock, please?" Maxwell was panting, his breaths coming in short gasps. He was holding onto the bench on the shower for dear life as Andrew continued his thorough cavity search, stretching and thrusting his fingers in deeply to Maxwell’s ass as Maxwell’s legs shook.
He was bent in half, the shower’s consistent water a background to their moment. Warm water splashed on him periodically, but Andrew’s pheromones were more of a constant. Maxwell already knew he’d cum too many times compared to Andrew, and that only made him worry.
Andrew wasn’t one to make promises lightly, and now his words from before felt more like a threat than a sweet promise between lovers.
"My legs can barely hold me up anymore." Maxwell moaned, his fingers slipping on the bench. "Please. I know it’s been a while, but I’m stretched. I’m okay." Maxwell was aching inside. He wanted Andrew so bad, but the man was playing with him, toying with him. He felt like a mouse caught by a cat. Andrew normally gave him what he wanted right away, but he wasn’t relenting today.
Andrew’s soft chuckle behind him sent a shiver up his spine.
"Your legs can’t hold you up anymore? Alright. Time to move onto the main course." Maxwell felt relief fill him. Relief that he would be filled soon by that massive cock that he’d missed. Andrew had been so sweet and kind over the last week, but he had no idea of the ache deep inside of Maxwell. Maxwell had been doing his best, respecting Andrew’s wishes because he understood what the man was so afraid of.
Maxwell too, had felt the same way when Andrew had come back after being kidnapped. That didn’t mean he had to like it. He’d been wet and horny the whole week. Thank god for the fact that his parents and everyone else had become the biggest, nosiest people he knew since it kept him distracted enough not to pounce on the man.
All it took was one dinner alone, and Andrew’s already thin patience snapped. Maxwell had a feeling, no, he knew when broke. Maxwell had pressed his lips against Andrew’s throat, licking him there and then he’d sunk his teeth into his throat.
It had taken one, two, three seconds before Andrew had let out a soft exhale, and then Maxwell’s nose was filled with the overwhelming pheromones of a true alpha. The table next to them had even choked, and Andrew had slowly regained his composure. When he had looked down at Maxwell, Maxwell had known he had awoken him completely, and he was going to get what he wished for.