Page 114 of Moonlit Nights & Northern Lights
His mouth found mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, his tongue exploring me with tender thoroughness. His tongue mapped the geography of my mouth, mirroring the strokes until I was moaning helplessly into his mouth.
“I can’t—Maxwell, I’m going to come, I can’t—” The words tumbled out in a desperate rush as that familiar tightness coiled low in my belly, building faster than I could control.
“Come for me,” he breathed against my ear. “I want to feel you come all over me.”
And I did, helplessly, my orgasm hitting like a dam bursting. I came hard, shooting directly into that tight, warm space, filling it with my release whilst he kept stroking us. The mess of it, my cum trapped and coating both our cocks, only seemed to drive him wilder.
“Please,” I gasped against his neck, still shaking from the intensity. “Please, I need you inside me. Need your cock in me right now.”
Maxwell’s breath hitched as he stared down at the mess between us—my cum coating his hand, his cock, streaked across my stomach. Something deliciously hungry flickered across his face as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a deliberate slowness that made my spent dick twitch weakly.
“Fuck,” I breathed, watching him taste me for the first time.
He lowered his head without warning, his tongue tracing a path along my softening length, cleaning me with careful attention. It was almosttoo much on my oversensitive skin, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
“Do you like it?” I managed to ask, my voice barely a whisper.
Maxwell lifted his head, his eyes dark with want. “I’m going to need a lot more of that,” he said, the promise in his voice making heat coil in my belly despite having just come.
He reached for the bottle of flavoured lube, squirting some into one hand. Then he gathered the remaining cum from my stomach, mixing the two on his fingers. His eyes never left mine as he slowly shifted, pushing himself back until he was kneeling between my legs. He grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his lap.
“I’ve… never even watched gay porn,” Maxwell admitted, his voice low and slightly uncertain as he stared down at the slick mixture on his fingers.
I pushed myself up on my elbows, studying his face. “Never been at all tempted?”
He met my eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “My eyes certainly wandered over to that section a few times. But I think I didn’t want to make my life any more complicated.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, gesturing at our naked bodies and the ridiculous situation we’d found ourselves in. “What we have right here is pretty darn complicated.”
“Well, maybe I like complicated things more than I thought I would,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a register that made my stomach flip.
Then there was only our heavy breathing filling the quiet room as his slick fingers traced up and down my crease with maddening slowness, teasing rather than penetrating. I whimpered as his mouth found the tender skin of my inner thigh, pressing soft kisses. The scrape of his stubble created a perfect friction.
“Are you trying to torture me?” I gasped, arching my back.
His eyes locked with mine. “Just being thorough.”
When his finger finally breached me, just the tiniest bit, I screamed—a high, unfiltered sound that echoed through the cottage bedroom.
Fuck, I was already being so loud—too loud probably, way too loud. He was going to think I was putting on some ridiculous performance or something, but I couldn’t help it, it had felt so good.
Maxwell, finger still barely inside me, used his other hand to trace a path up my leg where his stubble had grazed. “Be as loud as you want. I want to hear you.”
As I battled back a strange prickle of wet heat threatening behind my eyelids, Maxwell’s finger resumed its careful exploration, easing in so slowly I thought I might combust from frustration. Every millimetre of progress was deliberate, gentle.
“I won’t break,” I whispered, but Maxwell maintained his maddeningly cautious pace.
Time became elastic as he worked me open with reverent, painstaking care, clearly terrified of hurting me, even a tiny bit. His brow furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted.
My hand found his elbow, stroking along the firm muscle of his forearm until my fingers covered his.
“Like this,” I murmured, wrapping my hand firmly around his and pushing down hard, driving his finger deep inside me in one swift motion.
A gasp tore from my throat as his finger slid all the way in, filling me perfectly. I sighed in satisfaction, my eyes fluttering closed at the delicious fullness.
Maxwell’s breath hitched audibly, the sound making my cock twitch against my stomach. I clenched deliberately around him, squeezing his finger, and was rewarded with another breathy choking sound.
Taking control, I moved his hand, fucking myself on his finger while rolling my hips. Fire lit each of my nerve endings as I half thrashed in the sheets, digging my nails into the meat of his thighs to help ground me.
