his free hand already under Max’s shirt.
His touch ignited an even fiercer longing. Max couldn’t wait any longer, he was shaking with eagerness, with hunger. He ripped at Arjen’s shirt with absolutely no care for his expensive tailoring; buttons zinged off and skittered across the floor. He pulled his shirt off and bent to bite his throat, then his shoulder, marking the bare skin with his teeth. Arjen gasped again and Max got a tighter grip on his hair, holding him still for Max’s mouth. He cupped Arjen through the front of his trousers, squeezed and rubbed as he sucked hard on the fragile pulse at the base of his throat, and Arjen made a strangled sound.
“Strip. Now.” Max yanked at his belt, fumbled with the button. Arjen helped him, both of them clumsy with need, then he finally got Arjen as naked as he wanted him. He pushed a finger into him with no attempt whatsoever to be gentle; Arjen said “Oh,” his whole body arching, and Max rubbed that sweet spot inside him mercilessly. “Oh!” Arjen was clutching him now, pressing into him, entirely his.
He ought to take more time, make sure Arjen was ready for this, but he couldn’t slow down, this need was killing him. His possessive fury was so huge that it shut out thought. He just lifted Arjen braced against the wall and slammed home with one savage thrust.
Arjen cried out in pure desperation. His body clenched so unbearably tight that Max damn near lost it there and then; it took a monumental effort of will not to spill himself deep inside him. His grip tightened on Arjen’s thighs, his fingers biting home. He forced Arjen wider and slammed into him again. Arjen was frantic beneath him, pleading with him, and the next time Max drove home Arjen came violently. His arms tightened around Max’s neck and his body arched again. He was shuddering, gasping, rocked by his climax.
“Couldn’t wait, could you,” Max growled in his ear. “Knew you wanted me. You always do. I’m not letting you off this easily.” Max gathered him into his arms, still sheathed tight inside him, carried him into the kitchen and threw him down on the table.
It creaked beneath the impact. Max didn’t care. His sole focus was on the man beneath him. When he pushed back in Arjen groaned; his spent body must be doubly sensitive now. Max spread his legs wider, holding his thighs open, and Arjen leaned back, bracing himself on his hands. His face was dazed, his hair a mess. Max began driving into him over and over. He was going to make Arjen come again if it killed him.
It struck Max suddenly to wonder if Arjen had brought anyone else home since Max had kicked him out. It had been a week, he could have bedded a different man every night. Dozens of them. Hundreds. The thought filled Max with an irrational fury. He took Arjen by the chin, forcing Arjen to meet his eyes. “Who have you been with since the last time I fucked you?”
Arjen jerked his chin away. “That’s none of your damn business.” The roughness of his voice gave Max intense satisfaction.
Max recaptured his chin. “It is my business. Was there anybody?”
“What do you think?” said Arjen coldly.
He pictured another man in his place between Arjen’s legs, driving into him exactly like this, and his anger rose in a growl. “You sleep with me, Arjen. Just me. Nobody else.” He gripped Arjen tighter, starting to pound harder. Arjen’s gasp melted into a moan. “I’ll give you what you need. Plenty of it.” Harder still until Arjen was starting to cry out again. He was going to leave Arjen so exhausted that Arjen couldn’t even think about sleeping with another man. “Tell me there was nobody else.”
Arjen turned his face away. His face was twisted with strain.
“I’m not letting you come until you tell me there was nobody.”
And Max didn’t. He dragged it out impossibly long, until he was shaking with the urge to finally come in him, until Arjen was begging him again, hot and slick and open
His touch ignited an even fiercer longing. Max couldn’t wait any longer, he was shaking with eagerness, with hunger. He ripped at Arjen’s shirt with absolutely no care for his expensive tailoring; buttons zinged off and skittered across the floor. He pulled his shirt off and bent to bite his throat, then his shoulder, marking the bare skin with his teeth. Arjen gasped again and Max got a tighter grip on his hair, holding him still for Max’s mouth. He cupped Arjen through the front of his trousers, squeezed and rubbed as he sucked hard on the fragile pulse at the base of his throat, and Arjen made a strangled sound.
“Strip. Now.” Max yanked at his belt, fumbled with the button. Arjen helped him, both of them clumsy with need, then he finally got Arjen as naked as he wanted him. He pushed a finger into him with no attempt whatsoever to be gentle; Arjen said “Oh,” his whole body arching, and Max rubbed that sweet spot inside him mercilessly. “Oh!” Arjen was clutching him now, pressing into him, entirely his.
He ought to take more time, make sure Arjen was ready for this, but he couldn’t slow down, this need was killing him. His possessive fury was so huge that it shut out thought. He just lifted Arjen braced against the wall and slammed home with one savage thrust.
Arjen cried out in pure desperation. His body clenched so unbearably tight that Max damn near lost it there and then; it took a monumental effort of will not to spill himself deep inside him. His grip tightened on Arjen’s thighs, his fingers biting home. He forced Arjen wider and slammed into him again. Arjen was frantic beneath him, pleading with him, and the next time Max drove home Arjen came violently. His arms tightened around Max’s neck and his body arched again. He was shuddering, gasping, rocked by his climax.
“Couldn’t wait, could you,” Max growled in his ear. “Knew you wanted me. You always do. I’m not letting you off this easily.” Max gathered him into his arms, still sheathed tight inside him, carried him into the kitchen and threw him down on the table.
It creaked beneath the impact. Max didn’t care. His sole focus was on the man beneath him. When he pushed back in Arjen groaned; his spent body must be doubly sensitive now. Max spread his legs wider, holding his thighs open, and Arjen leaned back, bracing himself on his hands. His face was dazed, his hair a mess. Max began driving into him over and over. He was going to make Arjen come again if it killed him.
It struck Max suddenly to wonder if Arjen had brought anyone else home since Max had kicked him out. It had been a week, he could have bedded a different man every night. Dozens of them. Hundreds. The thought filled Max with an irrational fury. He took Arjen by the chin, forcing Arjen to meet his eyes. “Who have you been with since the last time I fucked you?”
Arjen jerked his chin away. “That’s none of your damn business.” The roughness of his voice gave Max intense satisfaction.
Max recaptured his chin. “It is my business. Was there anybody?”
“What do you think?” said Arjen coldly.
He pictured another man in his place between Arjen’s legs, driving into him exactly like this, and his anger rose in a growl. “You sleep with me, Arjen. Just me. Nobody else.” He gripped Arjen tighter, starting to pound harder. Arjen’s gasp melted into a moan. “I’ll give you what you need. Plenty of it.” Harder still until Arjen was starting to cry out again. He was going to leave Arjen so exhausted that Arjen couldn’t even think about sleeping with another man. “Tell me there was nobody else.”
Arjen turned his face away. His face was twisted with strain.
“I’m not letting you come until you tell me there was nobody.”
And Max didn’t. He dragged it out impossibly long, until he was shaking with the urge to finally come in him, until Arjen was begging him again, hot and slick and open
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