Page 23 of For Life
My admission launched us into a conversation about childhood activities and sports. We both played soccer and did wrestling as kids, Maxx loved football, but I was a bigger fan of international futbol. We both enjoyed watching the SF Giants play baseball live, with Maxx trying to convince me that Forty-Niner’s games at Candlestick were his favorite memories. Mine were mostly mired in regret and sadness around my family, but I shared what it was like growing up with seasons that included snow and the leaves changing. It felt like the best kind of date. The ones where you lost track of time and kept talking until the servers kicked you out at closing time.
We finished our food, which I was proud of making, considering the options, and were still laughing and sipping water with only lamplight from the sitting area. The sky outside had gone dark, and I heard crickets chirping. When we both went quiet, looking at each other and holding hands, I knew there was more I needed to know.
“What else do you want in the bedroom, Maxx?”
My quiet question had Maxx swallowing hard and leaning towards me. If he didn’t know I’d be happy to make suggestions.
“Normally I’d ask what you wanted or needed and give it to you, but since you’re turning the tables on me,” Maxx brushed my long hair off my cheek and behind my ear, leaving his fingers resting on my neck with almost no pressure. “I want you to teach me how to bottom so I know how it feels. I want you to use a condom and lots of lube. And I want to fight you for dominance after you're inside me.”
“Well, damn,” my mouth went dry and it was my turn to swallow, “That all sounds like a great list. Will I let you win?”
“I hope so,” Maxx leaned in to kiss along my neck and collarbone, his fingers threading into my hair. “Is there anything you’d like or dislike?”
“I like, I mean, I do want you to fuck me too. And, I like,” it was hard to think with his lips and fingers turning me into putty. I may be the one about to fuck him, but he was in charge of my body, and I wanted Maxx to do anything and everything. “Kissing, biting, scratching, licking, hair pulling, growling, spanking, dirty talk where I’m the animal and you want to breed me, all good.”
“Those are all good with me too.” Maxx removed his mouth to look at me and I whimpered at the loss. “What’s left to be off limits? I hate pinching and tickling.”
“Yeah, no pinching, and I’m not ticklish after years of older siblings, cousins, and uncles holding me down,” I bit my lip before continuing with something I’d only ever told Cielo, “I also like being held down and made to feel small.”
“That sounds lovely to me, little tiger.”
Before I’d fully processed the addition to Maxx’s nickname for me, we were kissing, hard and rough. We jostled against one another as we got to our feet, clothes coming off at random between two sets of fumbling fingers, and only stopping when we bumped the wall or pulled off a shirt. Fire ran through my veins, with Maxx’s kiss the ignition point.
“Get the stuff,” Maxx’s growled instructions caught me off guard as he flopped down onto the bed and slipped off his underwear and socks. The man was a dream to look at. Tan skin, intricate tattoos, hard muscles, and sexy body hair, all there for the taking. “Now, Ant.”
We could fight and switch, but Maxx was still more dominant than not. And I wanted to do as I was told when the result was getting my dick in him. I liked topping, it felt great, but I hoped he took me at my word and turned the tables on me.
After reaching under my clothes to feel for the condoms and lube, because I didn’t want him to know about my other toys, I rushed to join Maxx. He was stroking his dick and smiling at me the way I liked. As if he wanted to hunt me and eat me for dinner.
“I’m going to get you ready now, if that’s alright?”
Bobbing his head and moving his hands behind his head, Maxx spread his legs for me. He didn’t look scared or nervous, but he was also a cop who was used to staying calm under pressure. It was time to test that skill.
Rubbing his rim I felt it tighten and loosen as Maxx moaned deep in his throat, “That feels great so far. I can take a finger. I’ve done that to myself and had partners do it to me.”
“Good, thank you for letting me know.”
Maxx bore down to make it easier on me, and my middle finger slipped inside easily. I didn’t want to hit his prostate dead on and overwhelm him, so I gently pumped in and out until I added a second finger.
“That’s a little more pressure, but I’m still good,” Maxx was panting and staring at me with eyes that were blown with lust. “You better fuck me soon or I’m going to get you on your knees.”
“Maybe that’s what I’m hoping for.”
It wasn’t though, not until after I’d fucked him. I wanted to be his first. When I had the tip of the third finger in, Maxx winced, and I hit his prostate to cancel out the pain.
“I’m going to fuck you, now,” I pulled my fingers our and grabbed a condom from beside me on the quilt. “Just had to make sure you didn’t need to call red before I got more than an inch inside of you.”
Reaching for the lube as he sat up, Maxx squeezed some out and took my covered dick in hand. He stroked me and maintained eye contact until I was lined up at his hole.
“Fuck me, tiger.”
Slipping inside of Maxx, face to face and with his hand there until I bottomed out, was indescribable. Normally I fucked over the edge of a bed or against a wall. Hell, even on my knees I rarely looked at the person. Maxx’s grunts and groans of pleasure clued me in to the fact that I was growling and scratching at his arms. I never let my feral cat side out during sex, but maybe it was feeling comfortable with him.
“How do you like it? Me inside you?”
After a few shallow thrusts, I started a steady rhythm, aiming up to hit that happy spot I’d found. Leaning on Maxx’s pecs for support, I couldn’t help adding my blunt nails and biting into the flesh. At the club I wore metal nails with rhinestones to feel more like a cat, but skin on skin contact was primal in its own delicious way. Maxx bit me back, sinking his teeth into my neck and making me moan.
Wrapping his legs around me, I thought Maxx wanted me closer and moved my mouth to his neck. I didn’t see it coming when he flipped us. I might work out a lot, but Maxx was better trained at restraining someone. He had told me that in addition to wrestling in high school and college, Maxx also practiced Judo. Where I only did wrestling for two years as a teenager and knew basic self defense from classes Shepherd had all employees take.