sting, enough to make my body really, potently aware that I was getting fucked. It felt so good I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe, I just wanted more.
“Easy, Dominic,” Max said, stroking his hand down my flank. His touch grounded me, made me feel like I was more than a live wire. “I’ve got you. God…” I glanced over my shoulder and our gazes connected. His eyes were dark and glassy, mouth open and red. He reached down and touched where we connected, traced his finger around me like he had before, only now he wasn’t teasing—now I was so full of him I ached, and I loved it. “You look fucking incredible.”
I was just able to get out, “Show me,” before he started moving, and oh damn…he did show me. Apparently, we were done with slow, because he ground against me hard enough I almost fell over then pulled away and thrust back inside before I could take a full breath. I braced myself on my arms and focused on staying with him, on making sure this wasn’t only about me, that I didn’t just get what I needed and come, but he wasn’t making it easy.
If I touched myself, it would all be over. I was so hard I was actually leaking pre-cum onto the bed, a shining puddle of it collecting beneath my dick. I wanted to touch myself so badly, one or two good strokes and I’d be gone, lost in what might end up one of the best orgasms of my life, but I couldn’t. No, no, not yet, I chanted at my body.
All of a sudden Max’s strong arms wrapped around my midsection. He pulled me up so that my hands were off the bed and tilted me until my back rested against his chest. My mouth opened and closed like a fish as his cock pressed even deeper inside of me. “You’re so goddamn good for me,” he murmured against my ear. “You feel fucking amazing, and I want you to come around me.” I might have started to shake my head—I could barely tell at that point, and Max just said, “Yeah, yeah, I do, baby, I do. Come for me. Do it right now.” And without moving his dick, he reached down and jerked me off, hard and fast.
I saw stars.
I thought I nearly blacked out.
It was so strange, coming like this. Impossibly good, and so, so strange—held close, vulnerable, letting myself rely on him to hold me up because there was no way I was going to be capable of it on my own. My whole body went as boneless as a butterfly, with one notable exception, and I tilted my head back against Max’s shoulder, closed my eyes, and moaned through the aftershocks. Jesus. Who knew orgasms came with aftershocks?
Max tensed against my back, his exhale harsh as he clutched me tight and came a few seconds later, but I was beyond responding to it other than twisting my head and pressing my nose into his cheek as I breathed. We took a little bit longer to catch our breaths, and then he leaned forward, lowering both of us back to the bed before pulling out and getting rid of the condom. I hardly had a chance to miss him before he was beside me again, one arm around my waist, his lips pressed gently to mine. I kissed back, as best I was able to.
“Hey, Dominic?”
I forced my eyes open. “Mmyeah?”
“I don’t think I’m up to working on the house tonight.” He kissed me again. “Maybe in the morning.”
It hadn’t been a fluke—he wanted to stay the night again.
I smiled. “Sounds good.”
Chapter Nine
Max
I could honestly say that I hadn’t seen this coming, not in a million years. I hadn’t had any intention of coming back to Edgewood for anything other than supporting Hal and the girls. I’d figured it would be a lightning-fast trip, where I made my presence felt and made the girls happy then got out of town again.
I hadn’t figured on Dominic Bell. I hadn’t figured on having some of the best sex of my life with my best friend’s younger brother, a man I’d basically watched grow up. It might have squicked me if I thought about it too much. But Dominic was a consenting adult now, and he was into it—damn was he into it—and his presence had taken my trip from a comfort to myself and Hal into a genuine, expansive