Chapter 236: Coming home (m)
Andrew had his fingers in Maxwell’s mouth as kissed his way down and across his shoulder blades. He didn’t plan to keep Maxwell in this position for long, since he was using his other hand to dry him off, but he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to show Maxwell what he was missing by not allowing Andrew to take him from behind.
Maxwell was moaning around his fingers, drooling as he made eye contact with Andrew in the mirror. Andrew didn’t have his glasses on, so he couldn’t see him in perfect clarity but he could tell that Maxwell liked it. The way his tongue was licking his fingers, the way his body was rubbing against Andrew, and how wet he was told Andrew all that he needed to know.
The little bit of control he had mustered snapped and Andrew sunk his teeth into Maxwell’s shoulder blade. Maxwell let out a shout around Andrew’s fingers, his body shaking as Andrew held the bite a bit too long before letting go, cleaning the small punctures with his tongue. Maxwell reached up and smacked him in the side, a clear warning.
Andrew took his fingers out of his mouth and Maxwell spun. He was unstable on his feet, but he got close enough that Andrew could see his glare.
"If you do that again while you aren’t fucking balls deep inside of me Andrew, I am going to throw a fucking fit. Am I understood?" Andrew shuddered, the anger and upset in his gaze meant, heard, and received. Andrew nodded, bending to kiss the bitemark he’d just made.
"Understood, Mr. Beckett. I’ll make sure next time I’m balls deep inside of you and that you are squeezing every inch of me." Maxwell swallowed, before he nodded. He turned, pressing a kiss against Andrew’s cheek and ear and Andrew melted. He pressed several kisses against his mark, before he tossed the towel to the side and just scooped the other man up. He carried him in his arms and Maxwell wasted no time to have their lips pressed against each other’s, their tongues entangled as Andrew made his way, half blind to the bedroom.
When he got there, he pulled away from Maxwell’s kisses to press his lips against his throat. Maxwell threw his head back, letting out a soft, needy sigh that had Andrew’s blood on fire. Andrew’s eyes glinted as he got to the end of the bed and after a second of warning that had Maxwell bracing himself, Andrew tossed him onto the bed.
Andrew watched as Maxwell bounced once, twice, and then settled onto the bed, on his back, his eyes wide and shocked. Andrew grinned, moving towards the nightstand and ripping the drawer open so that he could grab a few boxes of condoms. He tossed them onto the bed next to Maxwell, chuckling as Maxwell tried to catch his breath. Andrew tore into one of the boxes, grabbing a condom and tearing it open carefully, making sure not to rip the condom so that he could roll it onto his cock.
Maxwell, who had been ready to sputter and spit at him for tossing him onto the bed until he caught sight of Andrew half standing, with his knee on the bed as he rolled a condom down over his cock. It looked like all anger faded from his expression, and instead was replaced with clear desire. He licked his lips, scooting up the bed before lying on his back. He then hooked his knees with his arms, yanking them up and open until Andrew had full view of his puckering, wet ass.