Merry Cherry Christmas - Keira Andrews Page 0,65

him, sucking harder. It was true—Max’s cock was inside him. What would it be like in his ass? Jeremy was tempted to turn around on hands and knees and beg to be fucked, but he had to see this through. Had to know what it was like to have Max come inside him.

Max didn’t thrust or push, giving Jeremy total control. He gasped and whimpered, clearly struggling to stay quiet. Clearly pushed to the edge by Jeremy. The heady burst of confidence had Jeremy taking him deeper, almost choking, breathing hard through his nose.

“Gonna come,” Max whispered.

Jeremy sucked, his lips stretched and spit dribbling. Max seemed huge above him, his lips parted, throat working. He held Jeremy’s head, fingers tightening as he released, thumping his head back against the door as he shook.

Swallowing desperately, Jeremy coughed but got most of it. He released Max’s shaft with a wet smack, the last few drops of jizz spraying his hot cheeks.

“Jesus,” Max breathed, running his thumb over Jeremy’s wet lips and feeding him the stray drops. He lifted Jeremy to his feet and kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling. Jeremy was getting hard again, but he sagged against Max, content to rest in his arms.

“Max, you in there?” Papy’s voice rang out, along with a thudding knock.

Adrenaline shot through Jeremy like a rocket as he and Max sprang apart. Jeremy had thought Papy couldn’t climb the stairs, but apparently was mistaken. He stared at Max in horror, but Max doubled over laughing, smacking a hand over his mouth to muffle it.

When he was able, he said, “Yeah, Papy.”

“Once you’re finished in there, we need you back on taffy.”

Oh God, did he know? Jeremy’s head spun. Please let him think Max is pooping.

“Okay!” Max called back too loudly. After a few moments, he tried to smother more laughter.

Jeremy couldn’t stop a laugh of his own, though guilt followed swiftly on its heels. He was a guest, and he should follow the house rules. He cleaned himself up quickly, face hot. “That can’t happen again. We have to be good.”

“Oh, we’re good together.” Behind him at the sink, Max circled Jeremy in his arms, nuzzling the back of his neck.

“Mmm.” Jeremy leaned back before shaking his head and elbowing Max away, turning to face him. “Stop tempting me. We have to follow the rules. Your family has been so amazing to me. I don’t want to disappoint them by breaking their trust.”

Max sighed dramatically and whispered, “Okay, okay. We’ll follow the Puritanical rules. At least for the rest of the day.” He pressed his lips to Jeremy’s forehead, the kiss so gentle that Jeremy’s breath caught. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.” He took Jeremy’s hand.

“It’s okay. Levi and I were trying to make you jealous, after all.” Jeremy squeezed Max’s fingers. “He had your number as soon as he saw you spying on our date.”

“Guess I owe him a thank you,” Max grumbled, a smile breaking through. “Come on. Let’s go be good.”

Being good was highly overrated.

Jeremy flipped onto his side, kicking at the tangled duvet restlessly. He should give in and jerk off again, but what if someone heard him? God, what if someone had heard him the night before? He replayed breakfast like a movie in his head, scouring his memory for hints from Valerie, Meg, or John that they knew what he’d gotten up to.

Of course now he’d gotten up to far more than furtively jerking off. His stomach flipped, the giddy rush of memory not helping him drift off to sleep. He’d had Max in his mouth—more than that, he’d made him come. After so long of tying himself into knots and overthinking, with Max he could let go.

Except he couldn’t because they weren’t supposed to be hooking up. John and Valerie were so cool, and their rules about language and no sex in the house were cute somehow. Not overbearing and stressful, but…wholesome.

Jeremy’s parents would surely have the same rule about no sex in the house—if they even let a boyfriend stay over. But it wouldn’t be cute. It would be stressful and judgy and condemning. It made his stomach acidy to even think about Max meeting them, even though he knew it was stupid to get ahead of himself and worry about it.

He stared at the blur of gauzy curtains lit by the silver glow of the moon. There was a blind he could have pulled down, but he got freaked out trying to sleep in total