Page 84 of On The Run

“I love you too, Aiden.”

Max ran his hands over me, starting at my shoulders, over my clothes, and down my arms. When he got to the bottom of my hoodie, his big hands slid under it, and every caress was like a tiny electric bolt to my skin. His touch was whisper soft, as it always was when dealing with the cuts and my cracked ribs. It didn’t matter how light it was, though, every single touch by Max was enough to send a shock through my core and right to my dick.

As his hands slid back up my torso, he took my clothes with him. “Let’s get these off you, love. Sit up for me and lift your arms please.”

Max’s voice was gruff with lust. I lifted my arms and watched Max as he slowly undressed me. At some point, after he got home from work, Max changed from his gray dress pants and button-down and was now wearing sweats and a faded long-sleeve University of Colorado T-shirt. My eyes trailed down to in between his legs as Max knelt to pull my hoodie off. His bulge was so obvious, I wasn’t sure if he was wearing any underwear.

Max tossed my sweatshirt off to the side and then immediately pulled me close. His lips found my neck, and I tilted my head for easier access. That had become my favorite thing: Max’s little kisses and love bites as his scruff rubbed along the sensitive skin. Nothing made me feel more present and secure than those sensations.

I didn’t plan on being entirely passive though. I found the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up. Max got the hint and leaned back just enough for me to pull the shirt off. Then he pounced back on me, his hands on my shoulders, lightly pushing me down back onto the pillow. I took in Max’s bare chest hungrily, and I focused on the dark curly hairs on his chest. He didn’t have a ton of chest hair, just the right amount in my opinion. I kind of loved that he was hairier than me, though I couldn’t explain why. I ran my hands through it as Max kissed me again.

“I love this,” I muttered as he laughed darkly.

“I’m glad because I’m definitely not shaving it.”

Laughing, I trailed my hands lower till I reached his waistband. “Max,” I breathed out quietly.

Max seemed to understand, as he always did. “Lift up a bit.”

We continued to help each other undress. Even while we did, we were touching each other at all times. Whether it was lips, hands, or even our legs, we never lost contact with one another. It was a relief because I needed to be touching him right now or I might just float away.

“Can you lie on your stomach for me? I want to stretch you good. I don’t want this to hurt.”

I wanted to tell him I didn’t need to be stretched, but I knew that would be a fucking lie. I wasn’t a complete stranger to things in my hole. I’d used toys before, and I’d been stretching myself in the shower some, ever since I realized I was ready for Max to take me. But I skipped completely today, and besides, I wanted Max’s fingers in me almost as badly as I wanted his cock.

I rolled over to my stomach. “Does that feel ok,tokki? Any pain anywhere?”

I shook my head. It was perfect. Max leaned over me and I relished his weight against my back. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and, after some rummaging, came back with a bottle of lube.

The click of the cap opening caused me to tense. Max kissed the small of my back, his thumbs massaging a rough pattern on my ass cheeks.

“Just relax, Aiden. Let me take care of you.”

I took a deep breath and allowed myself to sink into the pillow. The lube was cool on my hole, but Max’s finger was hot as it rubbed lightly against it before slowly breeching me.

Of course, I tensed at first. It was my natural reaction when something was trying to go in my ass. But I forced myself to relax and allow Max in.

“That’s it,tokki. You’re doing so well, love. I know my fingers are thick, but you’re doing such a good job.”

Max began moving and,oh fuck. There was definitely a difference having someone else’s fingers inside you versus your own. Max was able to reach parts I was never able to.

“Are you ready for a second finger, love?”

I nodded into my pillow. “Yes. Now, Max. I need more.”

“Anything you want,tokki. Anything you need.”

Max slipped the second finger in with little resistance. It was like my body knew it was meant to take this man. He curled his fingers, and oh yeah, that was the spot. My hips lifted off the bed as I moaned obscenely into the pillow.

“Shh, no moving, love. I need to stretch you out more.”

Ok . . . now he was just torturing me. “I think you can fit a third finger, what do you say,tokki?”

I growled and curled my fists into the sheet. Of course, I could fit a third finger, but I didn’t want that anymore. I wanted his cock. Max, of course, did his own thing, and before I knew it, he was making me mad with three fingers inside me.

“Max. I’m good. Please, I want more. I want you.”

“You have me,tokki.” Max kissed my back again as he curled his fingers and touched my prostate, driving me fucking mad.

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