Page 18 of Unrivaled

“You waiting for a formal card?” Max curled his fingers and dragged his nails a few inches down to the tops of Grady’s hip bones. He was still smirking. “You are cordially invited to fuck my face.”

Grady shoved his pants down. “I hate you.” He was starting to sound like a broken record.

Max grinned. “Prove it.”

Grady gripped his shaft in one hand and Max’s jaw in the other and pushed his hips forward.

If Max had a gag reflex, Grady couldn’t tell. His eyes were wet and his mouth was hot and his face was red, and Grady would never hear another word that passed his lips without thinking of the muffled groans and obscene sucking noises that escaped around his cock.

Of course Max was good at this too. Fuck.

“You’re such ashithead,” Grady groaned.

Max hummed in agreement and gripped the backs of Grady’s thighs to pull him closer, like an asshole. An asshole who was really into sucking cock. Grady wasn’t insecure about the size of his dick, but Max was acting like there wasn’t enough of it.

Did he have to be like this?

Grady needed to get laid more if he was reacting like this to Max, of all people. He swept his thumb over Max’s bottom lip and cursed when Max slipped his tongue over the pad of it.

Max blinked at him, then licked against the underside of Grady’s dick. The firm, wet stroke made Grady throb with want.

There was no way Grady could last, and he was pissed off about it. Was he supposed to be polite and warn the guy? Normally he would. But fuck it. He didn’t evenlikeMax. Besides, the way he was going at Grady’s cock, he wasn’t going to mind.

Grady would have to watch out that Max didn’t return the favor. Still, he wasn’t a complete jerk—he let go of Max’s face when he came and shoved the heel of his hand in his own mouth to muffle anything embarrassing.

Max narrowed his eyes when Grady came, but he didn’t pull off—pointedly, Grady thought. Like he was proving something.

Grady locked his knees and sternly commanded his lungs to stop heaving. It was undignified.

Judging by the smirking mouth around his dick, Max wasn’t fooled. He took his time cleaning every molecule of come off Grady’s cock with his tongue, until Grady had to pull him off by the hair because he was oversensitive.

Max licked his lips and fluttered his eyelashes. Apparently if he couldn’t kill Grady on the ice, he was going to give it his best shot in the bedroom.

Two could play at that game too.

“Lie back on the bed,” Grady rasped. For some reason he sounded like he was the one who’d just had his face fucked.

Laughing, Max elbow-crawled backward, the front of his sweatpants tented obscenely. “How are you still this uptight after getting your dick sucked?”

Grady pulled Max’s waistband down so it snugged behind his balls. He was already wet at the tip, hard enough that he was almost purple. Evidently the noises he’d made hadn’t been for Grady’s benefit—he really did enjoy giving head. “What can I say, you bring out the best in me.”

Max was still laughing when Grady put his mouth on his cock.

The laughter choked off into a hiss. Max bucked off the mattress, as if he hadn’t been expecting it. He might not have a gag reflex, but Grady did, so he slung his left arm over Max’s hips to pin him down.

“Fuuuuck, sorry. I—”

Max cut off when Grady muscled his thighs farther apart to make more room between them.

Sorry?What, was he pretending to have manners now? Grady bit the inside of his thigh.

Max yelped and his erection jerked against his stomach.

Grady took that in—the slightly pink skin with the faint impression of his teeth, then the puddle of precome pooling on Max’s stomach. He rubbed his thumb over the mark he’d made, and Max shivered and flung his arm over his eyes.

He remembered the obscene photo of his bruises Max had sent him the other day. Maybe that had been a hint, not a taunt.

He took Max down again. He kept his mouth gentle, teasing, but he pushed his thumbnail into the bite.

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