Maximum Commitment (Sin City #13) - Tricia Owens Page 0,30

I pay the bill, there won’t be any complaints.” Max raised his hand discreetly, catching their server’s attention. “We’d like the bill, please. We need to go.”

“Oh! Okay. Yes. Just—uh, just give me a moment, sir.” She spun, then paused and turned back. “Would you like me to pack the rest of your courses to-go?”

Max shook his head politely. “We have something waiting for us back home.”

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“Faster,” Max ordered softly, but with authority.

“I’m...trying,” Ethan gasped.

“Are you?” Max slapped Ethan’s ass and gritted his teeth as Ethan clenched tighter around his cock. “Is that what you need, hmm?” He spanked him again, sharply. Ethan arched his back and slammed himself down harder on Max’s hips. “That’s more like it. Keep it up.”

“Yes, M-Max,” Ethan stuttered. He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. Max ran both hands up his chest, appreciating the muscular view.

They hadn’t wasted time upon returning to the condo. Clothes off, wrist bindings out, and both into the bedroom. Max reclined on the bed while Ethan, with hands bound behind his back, bounced on his cock. In contrast, Ethan’s cock was beautifully bound up with red rope and not having nearly as much fun as Max’s.

As he watched Ethan’s thigh muscles bulge and flex as he lifted and dropped himself, Max questioned whether using sex to relieve their aggravations was healthy. They did it often, and had since they’d gotten together. Now, of course, an emotional component was often involved as they bared their vulnerabilities and frustrations to each other. But whether their problems were emotion-driven or not, sex was the solution, and Max didn’t see that changing because it never failed to work.

His parents weren’t on his mind—thank god—as he dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up, pushing a cry out of Ethan as he drove his cock deeper into him. Work wasn’t on his mind, either, as he grabbed Ethan’s nipples and ruthlessly pinched them until Ethan curled his shoulders forward and whimpered. Max’s mind was filled only with his husband—the feel of him, the sound of him, the need to completely demolish him and leave him a shuddering wreck. The power Max called upon to make this strong, beautiful man shiver and flinch, was nearly as pleasurable as penetrating him with his cock. Though of course, there was much pleasure to be found in that.

He gripped Ethan’s hips and held him down as he powered up, thrusting hard and fast.

“Take it,” Max growled as he pistoned into Ethan’s body. “Take my cock. You can’t do anything else.”

“Max...” Ethan choked out, back bowing as Max drilled into him relentlessly. “It’s deep. Too deep.”

“I’ll go deeper, then.” Max slammed upward. “Until you taste my cock in your throat.”

“Fuck. Fuck.” Ethan writhed, shoulder muscles flexing beautifully as he strained to free his hands. “Max—I can’t.”

“You can. You will. Just like you always do, you little slut.”

Ethan moaned and the color in his cheeks darkened as more blood rushed to his face.

“Yes, I know what you are,” Max said darkly, his excitement rushing through his veins like heroin. Talking dirty to Ethan was one of his greatest pleasures in life, second only to actually fucking him. “You think I don’t know that you’d do anything for cock? You’re a dirty little slut who likes to be slapped around.”

Ethan moaned again and shuddered. “Max...” He sounded both humiliated and turned-on.

“You’re going to take everything I give you because that’s why you’re here. To be fucked for as long as I feel like fucking you.”

He slapped Ethan’s ass again, hard enough to make his own palm sting. The pain was only a reminder that Ethan suffered worse so Max kept spanking him, turning his ass cheeks rosy red, until Max could feel their heat.

Ethan sobbed atop him. His knees clenched tight around Max’s hips in a futile effort to control what was happening to him. But he loved it, Max knew. The more control that was taken from Ethan, the freer he felt to enjoy every sensation.

The tortured, bound length of his cock called to Max, who wrapped his fingers around the shaft and carefully squeezed. Ethan’s sobs grew louder. Max no longer had to thrust up into him. Ethan slammed himself down as hard as he could, seeking that elusive peak that Max teased him with by running his thumb around and around the leaking head of his cock.

“Beg me,” Max taunted.

When Ethan only moaned, Max sat up and grabbed a handful of blond hair. He pulled