Merry Cherry Christmas - Keira Andrews Page 0,30

so Max’s voice was still a low command in his ear. He could tell Max was on speaker now too. Jeremy slicked his cock with the tube of lube he’d bought at Shoppers along with the unused condoms. He hadn’t been able to look the cashier in the eye even though she surely didn’t care. He ran a hand over his chest, teasing his nipples without even stopping to think about it.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Jeremy did, a moan the only noise he made. Words were suddenly too much. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, but it was too exciting to stop. He was alone and safe. Safe with Max.

“You ever fuck yourself with your fingers?”

He moaned again, thinking of his rimming fantasy. He’d experimentally squeezed a finger into his ass a few times, but it had hurt. He managed, “A little.”

“Mmm. Bet your ass is so tight. Your legs are open for me, right? Nice and slutty while you jerk off?”

“Yes,” he gasped. His legs were bent, his knees wide as he stroked himself.

“Fuck, I bet you look amazing. When you’re ready, I wanna see you like this. Wanna see you come. Are you close?”

“Yes.” Jeremy’s head was thrown back, his back and neck arched, his glasses crooked. He couldn’t imagine letting anyone see him like this. But he didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t. He wanted to come. Max’s voice in his ear had lust bursting through his veins, his whole body flushed hot as he strained.

“Reach down with your other hand and rub behind your balls. You know the spot?”

All it took was one firm stroke on his taint and Jeremy’s orgasm went off like a grenade. He shook and gasped and probably swore, not even sure of what he was saying as he came hard enough to see stars behind his eyelids. The pleasure burned so intensely his whole body jerked, and he painted his chest and belly with jizz.

He could barely breathe, Max’s urgent growl in his ear asking, “Fuck, are you covered in cum?”

“Yes.” Chest heaving, Jeremy focused on Max. He could hear the slap of Max jerking himself, and it made his toes curl, aftershocks shivering through him. Max was thinking of Jeremy. “I came so hard, Max. It’s all over me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Max was panting, wet slaps echoing. “I bet you’re dripping with it.”

“Is it weird if I taste it?” Jeremy slid his finger through a splat on his belly.

Max practically shouted, then begged, “Eat it. Eat your cum for me. Let me hear you.”

Jeremy hadn’t meant that to be a sexy question, but apparently it was judging by Max’s harsh panting and groans. So Jeremy lifted his finger and noisily sucked it by the microphone. He’d tasted his jizz before out of curiosity, and it was still the same—salty and bitter.

But it was making Max come, and excitement skittered over Jeremy’s flushed skin as he sucked as loudly as he could through Max’s shouted orgasm and moans. He’d actually made Max come.

Well, Max had technically made himself come, just like Jeremy had. But they’d been together. In the darkness of his room in the middle of the night, it felt forbidden and dirty and liberating in a way Jeremy had never experienced.

They breathed hard, and Jeremy whispered, “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Mmm.” Max sounded drowsy now. “It sure can. And there’s so much more where that came from. If you want it.”

Oh, he wanted it. Because he did trust Max. And a new sensation was thrumming through him, one that took a minute to recognize. Confidence. Because last week, Jeremy would have never thought he’d be bold enough for what they’d just done. But with Max? He wanted more.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Yep.” Max yawned. “Now we sleep. We earned it.”

“Wait. You never told me the dirtiest thing you’ve ever thought of doing with a guy.”

Max laughed. “I don’t want to freak you out. Ask me another time.”

Whoa. How dirty was it? Maybe Jeremy shouldn’t get ahead of himself with this newfound confidence. Was Max into golden showers? Was he—

“Now you’re spinning out trying to guess what it is.”

“Accurate.”

Max laughed again. “I promise I’ll tell you another time. Now sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“Wait! Did… Did I do okay?”

“Baby, that was the sound of an A-plus orgasm. You aced it.”

“Okay. Thanks.” He grinned in the darkness, his heart swelling at the way Max had said that, low and sweet. Baby.

They hung up, and Jeremy stared at the line of streetlight