Chapter 317: A sweet trap (m)
Maxwell had set a trap, and Andrew had fallen for it. He had thought he was simply going to help the man put on his anklet that Andrew had bought him.
He should have known better when the man had pulled him into the bedroom to do so. That was a strange place to put on an anklet. Andrew hadn’t questioned it until he found himself on his back, Maxwell on top of him with a sly, victorious grin on his face as he began to undress him.
"Did you know," Maxwell started, pulling Andrew’s arm through his jacket sleeve, "that when a man gifts an anklet to someone, they usually only want one thing?" Andrew gulped from where he was lying on his back, already hard as a rock while Maxwell smiled at him teasingly.
"N-No. I didn’t. What do they normally want?" Andrew asked and Maxwell leaned in, kissing Andrew on the lips.
"You’re so cute. What would a man normally want with something they gift to another?" Maxwell asked, pulling more of Andrew’s clothes off. He only paused when Andrew’s upper body was bare. He stopped to stare at him, raising his hands to press against Andrew’s skin, his palms warm, his touch firm. Andrew groaned.
"I don’t know, Maxy." Andrew said and Maxwell chuckled.
"They would want to take it off, or in the case of anklets, they would want them up around their ears so that they could admire the jewelry properly." Andrew felt his eyes widen and realised why Jenny and Amir had been so teasing about the gift.
"I-I didn’t, I wasn’t-"
"I know Baby, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want that. So help me, won’t you? Take your pants off, Baby. Let me put your cock in my mouth." Maxwell opened his mouth, pulling it open wider with his fingers and Andrew took a shaky breath.