Chapter 318: Hiding his true colours (m)
"Oh god, keep going." Maxwell moaned, gripping onto the sheets above his head. They had switched positions and now Andrew was the one on top, plunging his cock into Maxwell as deep as Maxwell would take it. Maxwell’s legs were held together, Andrew’s arm wrapped around them while his other hand dug into his hip, holding him in place as he moved his hips.
Andrew had put a pillow under Maxwell’s hips, just to give him the right angle and a little support and Maxwell loved it. Maxwell’s eyes were practically rolled back in his head as Andrew stared down at him. His cock was bouncing with each thrust, the moans that poured from his mouth spurring Andrew on.
A tiny glint caught Andrew’s eye and he turned, the anklet in full display. Andrew shuddered, clenching his teeth as he felt his cock twitch. Alright. He understood it now.
It was hot as hell to realise that he’d bought this little trinket for Maxwell and that he could see it, knowing that he’d gotten that for him while he was balls deep in the man.
A soft chuckle from Maxwell had Andrew pausing, glancing down at the man. Maxwell had a smug, satisfied smile on his face as he looked up at Andrew. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bright, his cheeks flushed. He looked like a damn painting of sin and lust.
"Do you like it?" Maxwell asked and Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine. He leaned in, keeping eye contact with Maxwell as he pressed his lips against his ankle. Maxwell tightened around him and Andrew groaned.
"You know I do." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s smile only grew. Andrew watched as his hands tightened on the bedsheets and he pushed his hips against Andrew’s, embedding Andrew’s cock deeper inside of him. Andrew groaned as Maxwell’s smile took on a mischievous tone.
"Then fuck me deeper. You’re being so gentle." Maxwell complained and Andrew felt his eyes widen. He was being gentle? This wasn’t that gentle. How the hell had Andrew treated him when he was in his rut?
"Did I just throw you around like a ragdoll during my rut?" Andrew asked, worried, and Maxwell’s face turned red. Andrew paused.
"You didn’t...you were thorough. You wouldn’t let me out of a certain position until you had fucked me enough in it." Maxwell told him, and that clearly brought up some memories as Andrew felt the man flutter around him. Andrew felt his smile widen.
"You clearly didn’t mind, if this is the reaction you’re giving. Should I do the same now? What one did you like? What one did I like?" Andrew asked and Maxwell turned his face away slightly.