Page 42 of On The Run

“Kiss me, please, Max. I need you.”

It was a redirect, and he knew it as well as I did. I was holding my breath, wondering what he was going to do. I wasn’t sure how I’d respond if he demanded answers right now. I was so fucking tired, I may just break and spill all my damn secrets. Part of me wanted him to do just that: force me to tell him, to accept his help, both with Pops and the sperm donor. That part of me was just so done shouldering the burden and would take any scraps of support it could get.

He didn’t though. Because Max was too good for me, he didn’t force me to spill my guts. Instead, his hand that was still cupping the back of my head curled into a fist, gripping the longer hairs and holding me in place as he devoured me with his mouth.

Max pushed his tongue in, dominating me in every way with the kiss, and I let him. Hell, I needed him too. I just needed to forget everything for just a little while.

I opened up and let Max take whatever he wanted. At the same time, I needed to touch him. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I grabbed the back of Max’s neck, my nails biting into his skin as I pulled him closer to me, silently begging him to get as close as possible.

Max tried to pull away, but I dug in. I needed him touching me. It would be impossible for him to be too close to me right now.

“Max, touch me, please. I need you.” My hips rocked up on the desk chair involuntarily. Max groaned as his eyes scanned down my body, landing on my bulging jeans. My hips jerked again.

I finally released the death grip on his neck, only to slide my fingers down his cheek. I leaned forward and lightly touched his lips. “Please.”

I knew I was begging, that I was desperate, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Max searched my eyes for a long time, and I wondered what he saw. Did he see how inexperienced I was? That besides a couple of sloppy, unenthusiastic kisses, this was the furthest I’d ever been? Would he ask? Would he stop us, say it was too soon.

“Tokki, do you know what you’re asking?”

“I want you, Max. I want to forget, just for a little while. Make me forget.”

“Fucking hell, Aiden. You’re going to be the death of me,tokki. Do you know that?”

I swallowed down the guilt, knowing how too real that statement could be. A better person would take that hint, even if Max hadn’t meant it literally. I planted open-mouthed kisses down his neck and collarbone.

“Tokki?” I asked into his neck.

“It means rabbit in Korean.”

I didn’t ask qualifying questions because I was distracted by other things now. Max’s breathing was heavy, and I swore I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Or maybe it was mine. It was hard to tell when my mind was mush, completely overwhelmed by all that was Max Campbell.

He was so fucking still for so fucking long, I was positive I was about to be rejected. He stood up, and I braced myself for what was next. And then a switch flipped. I barely had time to blink in the time it took Max to slide his hands under my ass and haul me up out of the chair.

I scrambled for purchase, gripping his shirt as my legs wrapped around his waist. I wasn’t a very small man, not that much shorter than Max, really, but he had a lot of weight and muscle on me and it showed as he carried me with ease and deposited me on the desk behind us.

My hands went behind me, holding me up, and I spread my legs, inviting Max in. He looked like the ultimate predator as he stalked toward me, his eyes dark with lust. I swallowed hard, wondering if I bit off more than I could chew . . .

And then I was on my back on the desk and my shirt was pulled up around my chest. The sound that came out of me was barely human. I was all sensation as Max’s tongue licked up my torso before he took hold of my nipple and sucked.

“Oh, oh my god.” I slammed my head back against the desk and tilted my hips up, desperate to get all of the sensation I could manage. I’d never been much for nipple play, at least when I did it to myself, but Max took it to a level I’d never imagined. I was pretty sure I could cum right here and now, untouched, just from his magic lips alone.

He switched sides, but it wasn’t only his mouth that was busy. His hands were fumbling desperately on the button of my jeans, trying to get them open. Getting frustrated, he used a little bit of teeth on me, and holy fuck. My eyes rolled back.

“Get these jeans off,” Max growled, and the tone reached all the way down to my toes. I’d never moved so fast in my life. I pushed his hands out of the way, unbuttoning the pants and pushing them down as best as I could, trapped as they were between Max and me.

Max continued his exploration of my body, kissing and licking his way down my abs, over my belly button, and down to my treasure trail that went past the band of my boxer briefs. He paused by a long, jagged scar across my right hip bone, and I stilled, waiting for the questions.

He didn’t ask any, just lightly brushed his lips across the scar, the touch so faint, I could barely feel it. Still, it sent shocks of pleasure through me, and I was desperate for more.

“Max.” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the plea in it was obvious.

Max slid downwards until his nose was burrowed in the wet spot on my underwear. Holy fuck. His hands gripped the sides of my thighs, squeezing so tightly, I was sure I’d have bruises, but I was completely focused on the man on top of me as he breathed in, his whole body shuddering. He mouthed at my still covered bulge, and if he didn’t do something fast, it’d be too late. I hadn’t cum in my underwear since I was fourteen and watched my first gay porn, and I really didn’t want to have that experience again. Plus, Max still had all his clothes on and that wouldn’t fucking do.

“You’re so fucking sexy,tokki. Are you leaking just for me? Fuck, look at this. Naughty boy, hiding all this sexiness inside those jeans.”

Well, damn. Who knew buttoned-up, khaki-wearing Max was such a filthy talker during sex? And who knew it would be such a turn-on for me? Don’t get me wrong, I liked dirty talk during porn as much as the next twenty-something, but as inexperienced as I was, even I knew that what you liked in porn didn’t necessarily translate to what you liked in real life. I was pretty sure, however, that I could just shoot my load from Max’s mouth without him laying a hand on me.

“Max.”Why does my voice sound so high-pitched? Am I whining? I don’t whine.“Max, please.”

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