Page 65 of Wrecked Rose

Max looks so disheartened, and I feel awful. I slowly shake my head. “I haven’t been with anyone else since things started moving forward with us. The girls on my lap… well, I’ll be perfectly honest and say I don’t know how to tell people no to things I’ve always done—”

“Because then they’d ask why not, and that forces your hand.”

“Right. I don’t know how to tell people I’m with someone else when telling them who would be like dropping a bomb. But, Max, I likeyou.And—”

He lowers his gaze to my chest. “And that’s the issue. I want to be free to share myself with the guy I’m with and not have to hide my emotions. Not be afraid to touch him. I want to be able to do something as simple as to put my hand on your back without it causing all sorts of problems.”

“I get it. I’ve been scared. But I don’t want my fear to rule my life.” I step close to him, place my hands on either side of his head and touch my forehead to his as I look into his eyes. My thumbs stroke along his clenched jaw. His breath comes out shuddery and unsure. “Max, I want this with you.”

He blinks, his eyes finally focusing on mine. “You do?” His voice is rough, like he’s holding back untold emotion.

“Yes,” I whisper softly against his lips. “I want you.” My mouth drops to his in a desperate, feverish kiss. I worship his lips, slide my tongue over them, and when his mouth opens on a gasp, I stroke my tongue inside, staking my claim.

With a groan, his arms encircle my body, his hands grabbing my ass and pulling me directly against him.

My cock swells painfully behind the zipper of my pants at the contact, feeling his cock growing hard against mine. With every swipe of our tongues, our chests rub together, and fuck, he feels so good that my nipples tighten. Lust flows through me like lava, hot and thick.

Our hands are everywhere. His move from my ass up my back, running up and down and holding me to him; mine move from his neck, down over his shoulders, clasping his biceps to keep him close.

I can’t get enough of him. As his dick rubs against mine, I let out a low moan. It sounds feral. Wild.And I need more.“You’re so fucking hard for me. Let me show you how much I like it.”

Max exhales a hot breath as I palm his dick through his pants. I’d almost forgotten how big he is, and the feel of him in my hand sends a jolt of desire through me. I look into his eyes, cock my brow and wait.

His thoughts and emotions flicker over his face. Indecision. Arousal. Need. Heat. Urgency. Lust. Finally, he nods quickly, swallowing hard. I kiss him again, fiercely, trying to show him how much I want him—want this. My fingers fumble with his belt buckle, finally unfastening it, and I unclasp his pants. My hands slip inside to grab his ass so I can hold his body to mine. On a throaty groan, I devour his lips again. I’m burning up for him.

A minute later, unwilling to wait any longer, I walk Max backward until his shoulder blades are against the wall, and push his pants down along with his boxer briefs. He draws in a ragged breath and I nip at his lips right before I drop to my knees. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, fueling my desire. I skim my hands up his thighs before I take his shaft in one hand, curling my fingers around the base, and begin to stroke him. Unable to resist, I lean in and run my tongue over the crown, licking up the pre-cum that already leaks out. And fuck, he tastes like the sweetest temptation. He’s like every one of my wildest fantasies come true.

I inhale sharply, eagerly watching his face, which shows more and more strain.

“Fuck,” he chokes out as I wrap my lips around the head and suck.

I shoot him a little smirk. “I’ve wanted to do this for so damn long.” I grip him firmly, slowly pumping as I flick my tongue out along the underside of his long cock, teasing him. I swirl it over the soft skin, inhale his musky scent. My pulse drums loudly in my ears as I take Max fully into my mouth.

Holy fuck.Max’s cock is inmy mouth.I glance up at him, and what I see rocks me to my core. His head is thrown back in ecstasy, and it’s almost like he’s in pain but when I suck him deeper into my mouth, he lets out a sound I’m not sure I’ve ever heard before. And fuck, I want to make it happen again.

“Oh, shit. That’s so good, Griff.” His back arches as his fingers spear through my hair, holding onto me as I lick and suck him mercilessly.

My erection is so fucking heavy between my legs, but I ignore it in favor of making this man fall apart. I feel dizzy with the power of it.

Max groans out, “More,” before he rocks forward into my mouth, and I take it, every inch of him I can, letting his cock hit the back of my throat over and over again because I can tell how crazy it’s making him.

I draw back for a second and lick the crown of his cock, savoring the taste of him before I take him deep again.

“Oh fuck. Fuuuck.” He pulls a little on my hair, as if he’s trying to get me to release him.

I growl in response, sucking harder and deeper, quickening the pace.

“I’m gonna come, Griff.” Every hoarse, husky word out of his mouth makes me want this even more.

Max stills, his muscles tightening and trembling as he shoots hot cum down my throat.

Whoa. That. Was. Everything.

I give his dick one last lick before I stand up, not oblivious to the fact that we’re in the darkroom at school. Max, on the other hand, is still in a daze, so I kiss him softly. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”

He’s still breathing hard. “I’ve hated every second of trying to give you some space to figure things out. Let’s not do that again,” he huffs out.

“Agreed. I was serious when I said I want to be with you.”

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