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His cock stirs beneath my hand. “You want to try?Tonight?”
I nod, assured. “Yeah.”
A smile edges across hismouth.
I’ve been impatient at the other hotel stops, and we’ve needed sleep. Though, I’m aware that I usually wake up to him working. But we haven’t progressedmewarming up to bottoming in a while. Not since back inCleveland.
Tonight, thatchanges.
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FARROW KEENE
Maximoff’s humilityends in bed, but damn, his ego is warranted. Just kissing him is like a divineawakening.
But I’m here for more than the mind-blowing experience. He’s never trusted anyone how he’s about to trust me, and I take thatseriously.
Lying naked on the midnight-blue couch, I bear my weight on Maximoff beneath me. Our mouths crush together, and to keep him relaxed, I don’t rush. Breaths heavy, our hands and mouths explore one another in prolonged, boilingminutes.
Even under me, even more vulnerable, his headstrong confidence doesn’t wane. His entire body bucks up into mine, hand fisting my hair. A hot rock lodges in mythroat.
We kiss rougher, and chest-to-chest, pelvises grinding against pelvis, I grip our erections and stroke us together—his calloused hand moves mine away. Taking over, he rubs us. Adding intense friction—fuckinghell.
This can’t end before itbegins.
I shift my knee and spread his legs apart. Tendons in his neck and thighs pulltaut.
“Fuck, man,” he mutters, eyeing my movements more fixatedly. He inches his broad shoulders up the armrest, slightly angled andraised.
I cup his jaw and kiss his cheekbone. “Relax,” Ibreathe.
He exhales a ragged breath. “Thank you, I didn’t think of that,” he says, allsarcasm.
I roll my eyes into a smile and then I guide his hand off our cocks. “Don’t jack us off,smartass.”
He flexes at my voice. “Fuck,” he growls, head almost lolling back.Damn.He places his palm on my ass, and I drop my foot off the couch. To thefloor.
I lean over and unzip the duffel. Lube, check. Dildo, check. Not as long or wide as my dick, but this is the exact brand and size he’s used to. We have to start somewhere, and if he’s done this alone, then he should be able to do it withme.
My mouth returns to his while I coat the length of the dildo. He deepens the kiss, and I hook my arm beneath his knee and then grip the velvet armrest. Elevating hisleg.
He breaks our lip-lock, his chest rising and falling like he’s running up a steephill.
I slowly suck his jawline, his ear, and I whisper, “I’m not going to hurt you, wolf scout.”Trustme.
Maximoff looks straight into me. As though he’s remembering who I am. He sweeps my features: my carved biceps that protectively encase him, and my eyes that caress his forest-greens.
He eases, muscles unwinding.There wego.
He bends his other knee towards his ribs, giving me access, and seizing my neck, he brings my head down to his—our mouths meet. I start smiling, his rough, aggressive kiss fuels my own need. My red hot-veinsthrob.
Sweat builds on his tanned skin, and I graze his hole with the lubed dildo. He breaks apart from my mouth, and I shake my head. “Relax, relax,” I whisper into a tenderkiss.
My voice soothes him. I can clearly tell. His chest collapses in a deeper breath, and his muscles start toloosen.
I study his reactions and push deeper. Arousal parts his mouth.He really likedthat.
His grip tightens on my bicep and my ass. Our faces inches away. I keep one hand on the armrest to ensure his leg stays hoisted. But my knuckles whiten, musclesburning.
