Page 43 of On The Run

“Please what,tokki?” Max licked the wet spot like he was trying to clean it up which, of course, had the opposite effect, and I was leaking even fucking harder now. My hips writhed underneath him, pushing my bulge even farther into his face.

“I need to touch you.”

Max looked up, and his grin was wicked. I loved seeing this side of him, and I was fucking thrilled I was able to bring it out. “Where do you want to touch me, Aiden?” He grabbed himself right over his gray pants in an obscene gesture, and it was all I could do not to start laughing. “Here?”

I smiled as I nodded. I tried to slide to get closer to it, to him, but he had me pinned on the desk in a way where I couldn’t move. If he didn’t get those pants off soon, I was going to pitch a fit.

After what seemed like hours, Max pulled off me and started undressing. Thank fuck he wasn’t being slow about it. Clearly, he was as desperate as I was. The hunger in his eyes was making me squirm, and I was openly eye fucking him as he kicked off those pants, leaving him in an obscenely tight, pretty much see-through pair of briefs.

I bit my lower lip as my hand traveled to my cock. I didn’t even think I realized what I was doing as I took it out of the confines of my underwear. It was hard and angry and as desperate for attention as I was.

“Well, Mr. Campbell, you really are dirty under that preppy exterior.”

A low, deep, rumbling sound left Max, one I didn’t know was possible for a human to make. And before I could so much as blink, he was back on top of me. My back hit the hard surface of the desk with bang, and he caged me in on either side with his arms. My eyes met his, a challenge in my gaze, and I jerked my hips up, closing those small inches of space between us. I could feel his erection pulsing against mine, and I ground up into him.

Max was on me, his mouth on mine with a ferocity I didn’t know he had. I was completely consumed by the kiss, by Max. The rest of the room disappeared around me, and I was left just trying to hang on. I could barely return the kiss. All I could do was open up for him and let him take. And take. And take.

It took me a minute to realize that the hand around my dick wasn’t mine. Somehow, when he had my mind completely blown by the kiss, he must have pushed my hand off and replaced it with his own. The way I was positioned, Max blocked my view, so I couldn’t see a damn thing. I was relying purely on sensation. When he pulled away just enough so I could breathe, get a moment of clarity, I realized it wasn’t just my cock he had his hand around.

How lost in my own head was I that I didn’t see him somehow free his own cock. He had one of his big hands around both of our dicks, the lengths of them pushed together, and he simultaneously jerked us off. There was no need for lube; I was leaking enough to handle that all on my own and Max was taking advantage of it, rubbing my pre-cum over both of our cocks. I wanted to see, to get my fill of that cock I could only imagine was delicious, but Max wasn’t giving me a second’s breathing room. He was kissing me again and not just my mouth, but my neck, my collarbone, my chest. He was using his teeth, his lips, anything he was able to manage, and I just knew I was going to be covered in hickeys tomorrow.

I should care, but I didn’t. All I cared about was Max using me anyway he wanted me. For once in my life, I was so lost in the moment, in all of the sensations, that I stopped thinking. I could finally get out of my head enough to focus on pleasure, and it felt so fucking good. Max felt so fucking good.

While I couldn’t see his dick, I could feel enough of it to get an idea of his size. He was a lot thicker than I was. And I meant a lot. How big was Max’s hand that he could manage to get it around both of us at the same time?

The question left me when Max’s lips met the nape of my neck and he sucked. A wave of pleasure spiraled through me and I was gone. I matched Max’s rhythm and thrust up into his fist. Our pace was fast, almost violent, and I was desperate for more as I fucked into his hand.

“Fuck,tokki, you feel so good. I can’t get enough of you. I don’t know if I ever will.”

The words were what did it for me in the end, and the feeling of pure pleasure slammed through me at record speed.

“Max, I’m—” I couldn’t even get the words completely out before my orgasm tore through me and I was spilling out into Max’s hand.

That was apparently the turning point for Max, and his rhythm faltered as he threw his head back and grunted out his orgasm.

I collapsed on the desk, too exhausted to move. I was riding this wave of pleasure and the wonderful hazy feeling that came along with it. How was it possible that was my first orgasm brought about by someone other than me? Was it always that good? I seriously fucking doubted it. That was mind-blowing. It was all the fantasies I’d ever had rolled into one.

I couldn’t believe I relaxed enough to let that happen. I never thought I’d trust anyone enough to let go. But as reality started to seep in, I realized I trusted Max.Holy crap, I trust Max.

The weight on top of me was lifted, and it took way too long for me to realize Max pushed off and was leaving the room.

I lifted my head and parted my lips to protest, but I was still too gone to speak, so I closed my eyes. I trusted that Max would be back. Until then, I’d just take a little nap.

A warm, wet sensation over my thighs and cock woke me up. Max was leaning over me and reverently cleaning me up with a cloth. “Shh,tokki, you get some rest. I’m just cleaning you up.”

I let Max wash me, relishing being taken care of. It wasn’t something I was used to, and under other circumstances, I may feel more uncomfortable, but right now, it was exactly what I needed. I gave into the temptation to just relax and take—take what Max clearly wanted to give me.

Once I was cleaned off and dry, I felt a soft and cozy fabric sliding up my legs and realized Max was giving me a pair of sweats. I finally forced myself to sit up and help him pull them up. They fit way too well to be Max’s, and I raised an eyebrow at him in question.

Max smirked, his eyes twinkling. “They’re Laura’s. She left them here one time when she was watching Gray for me. I figured they’d fit you better.” His smirk got wider. “What, were you jealous?”

I just scoffed and stood up from the desk, shocked at how wobbly my legs were. I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. I realized my jeans and underwear were nowhere in sight. Neither were Max’s underwear and pants. He was also wearing a pair of sweats, clearly with no underwear, and damn, that was a sexy sight.

“C’mon, Aide, let’s go cuddle on the couch for a bit.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I melted into him, grateful for the closeness.

The two of us snuggled on the oversized sectional, the softest blanket I’d ever felt wrapped around us, right in the middle section, as he flipped through Netflix to find something to watch. I wasn’t paying attention to it, all of my focus on Max.

He looked down and smiled at me. Kissing my forehead lightly, Max then rested his head in my hair. “How are you feeling?” Max’s voice was quiet, a little unsure, and I knew he was thinking I was going to split any second now.

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