Page 46 of One Night With The Nanny

“You never know,” Reid said as he swung his legs around and stood. He took a long drink, then grabbed the leash, winding the slack around his wrist as he backed Max into the arm of the sofa. “Sit. Right there,” he said and stopped Max with a yank on the leash when he tried to go around to the seat. “On the arm.” He coated Max’s length with lube before turning and lining the head up with his hole. He sank onto Max’s cock, giving his hips a swivel and did a little bounce until he was fully seated. Reid held on tight to the leash and grinned over his shoulder at Max. “I was going to fuck you on that piano or this gorgeous silk rug. But, first, I want to ride you and sit on your face.”

“As you wish,” Max replied weakly. He was focused on Reid’s ass as it slid back and forth.

“Stop being so fucking perfect, Max.”

“I’ll try but I can’t make any promises. Dear God, Reid…” His hand dragged down Reid’s back and curved around his ass lovingly. “The way you take it.”

“Even your dick is perfect,” Reid groaned as he rocked, grinding his prostate on the base of Max’s cock. He was so thick and so deep, Reid could have gotten off so easily, but he stopped just as his eyes began to roll and his toes curled. He slid off and tightened his hold on the leash. “Up and on your back over here,” he said briskly, guiding Max to an open space on the elegant blue and cream rug.

Max immediately lowered and stretched out on his back. “You don’t want to hear this, but I am deeply in love with you, Reid.”

“You’re right. Don’t ruin the moment,” he said as he got down on his knees, then swung a leg over Max’s chest, facing his feet.

“My apologies,” he replied but it turned into a muffled moan as Reid sat on his face and tickled his hard-on with the ends of the flogger. The tails feathered over Max’s straining flesh as Reid swiveled his hips. Reid was glad he’d skipped the handcuffs because Max made good use of his hands. He supported Reid and held him open so Max could suck and lap at his hole.

“Do I taste good after you’ve fucked me?”

“So good,” Max mumbled happily and drilled with his tongue. His submissiveness and satisfaction were just as heady as the strobing of Reid’s nerves and the pleasure flaring in his core with every swirl of Max’s tongue and raspy rumble.

Reid grabbed the base of his shaft and gave it a tight squeeze, rising. “Too good. Roll over and get on your knees.”

“As you wish.”

“What did I say about that?” Reid asked, picking up the flogger and giving Max’s right asscheek a hard swat. He repeated the punishment on the other side, causing Max to let out a joyful yelp. Reid took a moment to coat his cock with lube and fingered Max until he begged to be fucked. “No…” Reid slowly eased into Max’s slick, gripping heat. He tightened the slack on the leash so Max had just enough to lean forward but not enough to slide off. “I want to watch you fuck yourself. Ride my cock until you come like a dirty slut, Max.”

“Oh fuck, Reid!” Max cried.

He clawed at the rug and set a frantic pace, his ass clapping against Reid’s pelvis, his strained grunts and swears growing louder and more desperate with every slap. Reid swung the flogger again and again as he challenged Max to fuck himself harder and nastier.

Max was insatiable. “That’s so good! Please don’t stop!” he pleaded, angling his hips and arching his back until he found just the right spot, then sobbing Reid’s name.

“That’s it, Max.” Reid kept the leash taut and the flogger’s strokes swift, whipping Max into a frenzy. “Let go and show me how much of a slut you can be,” he said with a wicked grin. Perhaps he could degrade Max a little…

“Fuck, Reid! Yes!”

Max was certainly into it as he bucked and gyrated on Reid’s shaft until his body jerked and shuddered hard. His passage clenched tight as he shivered and twitched, nearly pulling Reid with him, the sight so erotically striking and the pleasure so sublimely intense, as Max came on his hands and knees in the middle of the Royal Suite.

Reid almost told Max that he was madly in love too, that he would do anything to keep him. The thought nearly stopped Reid and would have killed his erection, but he cast it aside quickly.

“Why do you have to be so fucking hot?” he said, throwing the flogger on the sofa and releasing the leash so he could pin Max to the rug. Reid was brutal, filling Max with deep, driving thrusts, punishing him for every broken rule and for breaking their hearts.

Reid couldn’t see how this wouldn’t end in heartache because his soul had never burned this hot and this bright for anyone, and that felt like betrayal. But it also felt so right when Reid came, spilling hard and deep. He could have told him then, too, and Reid would have meant it.

“Why?” he asked in a breathless whimper, scrubbing his face as another warm tremor of pleasure swept through him.

“You’re overthinking this, aren’t you?” Max turned so he was facing Reid and kissed him before lowering onto his hands and knees again. “Shall I clean you?”

“Please,” Reid said as he fisted a hand in Max’s hair and leaned back to watch. They were in danger and matters were spinning out of Reid’s control but he was going to worry about that later. He didn’t want to ruin their evening.

16

So little about the following morning seemed real, Max was certain he was still dreaming but he wasn’t in a hurry to wake up.

It began the moment he opened his eyes. Reid was sprawled across Max’s chest, a sated smile on his face as soft snores fluttered from his lips. Max cradled his cheek and kissed him, attempting to wake Reid and thank him.

“Let me sleep, Max. It’s Saturday and I sleep in on Saturdays,” he slurred and snuggled into Max’s side, pulling the duvet over his head.

“Sleep as long as you wish,” Max said as he put an arm around Reid.

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