Page 54 of Wrecked Rose

“Isn’t what it looked like?” His brow hitches up as he eyes me.

The look on his face about guts me and, frustrated with myself, I frown. “No, it’s probably exactly what it looked like. I kinda got waylaid on the way to my bedroom.” I run my hands through my hair. “I didn’t know how to tell Stacia and Aubrey—”

“That you were going to meet up with your gay friend in your bedroom to see what that was like?”

I can tell from his tone that he’s upset and can’t even blame him. If I were in his shoes, I’d be ticked. As we stare at each other, I work my jaw back and forth. “I get it. You’re pissed.” I lift my arms outward before dropping them. “Listen. They wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I told them one dance. And then there you were, and I felt like a complete dick for telling you to meet me and then making you wait.”Tell me I didn’t already screw this all up.

“Huh. Okay.” Max grips the back of his neck, tugging. “Look. I get it. This is new. Everything is fucking confusing right now. If you want, you’re welcome to go back in there with them.”

I swallow, meeting his hazel-eyed gaze. “No. I’m just not good at telling people no. I want to be here. With you.”Wow. Sometimes, I even surprise myself.I don’t stop there, either. Stepping close, I reach for him, letting our bodies collide a split second before my mouth presses against his. His lips are firm yet soft, and I’m immediately reminded how well he knows how to use his tongue. He tastes like heaven. Like the sweetest sin. The way our hard, masculine bodies bump and rub up against each other has lust racing through my veins. I have no clue how much time Max spends working out, but he’s easily as well-built as a lot of the athletes, no matter that he’s never played a single sport. My dick responds eagerly to his closeness—not that there was any question of that happening—and I find I’m having a hard time controlling the urge to tear his clothes off. Right here. In the middle of the fucking garage. It’s confusing but exciting and hotter than hell.

Max tears his mouth from mine, breathing heavily. His long lashes flutter as he blinks a few times. “You’re sure you want—”

I give a grunt in response, not completely shocked at my actions when my fingers grasp the waistband of his jeans, tugging him more firmly against me. And when I do, holy fuck, the hard length of him is very obviously straining against the back of his zipper. I look into his eyes, finally admitting to myself that I want this. I want to feel his skin on mine, want his hands all over me. “Yes,” I shudder out, my breathing ragged. “Fuck, yes.”

A slow smile spreads across Max’s face as he leans in until our foreheads are touching. Softly, he grits out, “You haven’t seen anything yet, Griff.” He reverses our position, pushes me against the wall, then falls to his knees before me, boldly watching my face as he roughly palms my hard-on, then flicks open the button of my jeans.

Blood roars in my head, and I groan aloud. Max Sutton is on his knees in front of me. And I want nothing more than for him to take my cock into his mouth.

I blink and give a nod because words are stuck in my throat.

My heart savagely pumps in my chest as he slowly tugs the zipper down, the sound of it ripping through the air of the quiet garage. And when he slides my jeans and briefs down far enough to release my aching dick, the furiously pounding muscle in my chest stops completely.Holy shit.I glance down and suck in a breath. His mouth, with those soft lips and that talented tongue, is inches from my cock. I’m ready to combust on the spot. I thought watching gay porn made me hard; experiencing this in real life instead of watching it is ten times headier.

Gazing up at me from under his long lashes, he takes the base of my dick in one strong, knowledgeable hand and flicks his tongue out to catch the drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Oh. Fuck. Yes.This is it. The moment of truth.

And it’s entirely possible I’m going to pass out.

“Goddamn, I should have known your cock would be as gorgeous as the rest of you. I was right to call you Legendary.” Max begins to pump slowly with one hand as he licks and kisses my shaft. He knows just how firmly to grip me, and exactly how to tease the ever-loving fuck out of me. He traces his wet, wicked tongue over the veins running my length and swirls it around the head. It’s so good I’m about to come out of my skin.

When I think I can’t possibly handle any more, he takes me deep into his mouth. He’s not tentative or nervous. My thick cock hits the back of his throat, and he doesn’t freak out. Hemoans,the vibration of which makes it all the better. “Oh, God. Do that again.”

There’s a glint of satisfaction in his eye as he takes me deeper, sucks me harder, and turns me into a trembling, growling, moaning mess in no time flat. A sheen of sweat pops out on my forehead as I thrust forward into his mouth.Hismouth.

I’m taking pleasure from a guy. From Max. And oh man, am I loving every delicious second of it. I can’t take any more time to think about it because all I can focus on is feeling. Every cell of my body is lit up and throbbing with sensation. I don’t ever want it to fucking stop.

Max slips his free hand between my legs and gives a gentle tug to my balls. “Unh.” The guttural noise falls from my mouth, the sound so desperate and needy, it should be embarrassing. But fuck, I can’t control it. Hell, I can’t even speak. The warm wetness of his mouth and the tight grip of his large hand on my dick are one thing, but add in the ball play and I’m so far gone I know I’m going to come. And soon.

I have a half-second of panic as I look down to find Max watching me from under hooded eyes as my face contorts with lust and my lungs labor with every breath. My lower abdominal muscles tighten and my legs shake uncontrollably. I’m going to come in his mouth just like I’d fantasized. Only this time when I open my eyes, it’ll be Max there. No one else.

My voice is raspy and strained. “Ah. Fuck. Gonna come.” I moan loudly as my fantasy plays out in real time, arching my back and thrusting my dick forward. My cum spurts in pulses down his throat as he worships at my feet, sucking down every last drop.

Oh fuck, it’s the most amazing feeling ever. And now that it’s happened, my body practically goes limp against the wall. I’m barely holding myself up, my breath passing harshly between my lips.

Max releases the suction and pops off my dick, then surprises the hell out of me by going back in for another lick. And another suck.

“Mm. Can’t get enough. You’re so fucking thick. I love it.”

I make a few unintelligible noises, my brain completely orgasm fogged.

Rising from the floor, Max stands before me. He looks steadily into my eyes, only closing them when he takes my head between his hands and does a full-body press against me. His lips take mine in a hot kiss, devouring my mouth like he’d gladly feast on me forever.

It’s want. It’s need. And it’s fire. His tongue and mine ruthlessly battle for dominance, and it’s enough to make me fucking hard all over again. My dick rubs against his jeans, and I let out a throaty groan. There’s so much running through my head, so many things I want to ask, want to talk to him about, but right now, all I can concentrate on is his hard body and the taste of me on his lips. My hand slips between us.Fuck.I want to feel him. All of him. I palm his erection and curl my fingers around it. I die a little inside. I wish we were anywhere but the garage because I want to strip him naked and explore his body—and the way mine reacts to it. I need—

Out of nowhere, my phone begins to buzz incessantly in my pocket, somewhere down around my knees. “Fuck,” I mutter.

Max steps back, letting me dive down into the pocket. One look at my phone has my heart rate ratcheting up higher than it was when Max was sucking my dick and that says an awful lot.

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