Page 93 of Silent Ties

“Gross.” I push him away and circle the room.

The boyhood version of Max is very similar to the adult. A king-size bed is centered against one of the walls. The blue duvet made up neatly. There’s a dresser and a desk. Nothingelse. A line of books sit on the desk and I itch to mess something up. Just one little thing so it’s not so clinical.

Max grabs my hand like he knows.

“It’s my birthday,” he says with a smirk.

“And that means you have to be fucked on the hour, every hour?” I’m sore from earlier and the way he keeps looking at me, I know I’m in trouble for tonight.

His eyes darken, his chest lifting with a deep breath. “If you’re offering, yes.”

I try to back away. “I’m not offering.”

He holds me closer, my body molding to his. A hard bulge presses into my stomach and I lose a breath for a second.

Oh, who the fuck am I kidding?

I slide down to my knees. His brows lift for a second but there’s no debating the excited gleam in his eyes.

Something about today has him acting all boyish and it’s kind of cute.

He watches carefully as I unzip his pants, pulling them down. I maintain eye contact as I dig my fingers into the band of his briefs.

His swollen cock points straight at me, purple veins popping out.

I wrap my hand around him and he reaches out for me but I dodge him.

“I said don’t ruin my hair!”

His eyes narrow.

“If you want your cock sucked, then be a good boy.”

Is it just me or did his cock thicken even more?

I smile in triumph, my hand working him. Teasingly, I swirl my tongue around the head before licking all the way up.

He lifts his hand again, but I swat it away. I know I’m playing with fire, that he’ll never fully surrender his control, but I’m enjoying it while it lasts.

“Do you want me to make you come?” I ask, looking up at him from my lashes.

“Russet,” his dark voice commands. “Swallow my fucking cock before I decide to ruin your hair.”

I mock gasp.

“You know I’m going to punish you for being a cock tease.” He groans when I not so gently squeeze him. “Fucking put me in your mouth.”

“Well, I guess it is your birthday.” I only have time to lick the underside of his shaft, my tongue swirling over his cockhead when hands fist into my hair. And just like that, he takes control.

He thrusts in and out, hitting the back of my throat. My high heels dig into my ass as I kneel, my hands clinging to his thighs. I clench my own thighs at the noises he makes because it’s my mouth he fucks.

His muscles tense and my eyes burn at how he grips my hair as cum coats my mouth. He continues to thrust, his thumb sweeping the corner of my mouth.

“Every last drop,” he demands, power rippling over him and I swallow.

I squirm when he steps back, impatient.

All he does is laugh.