Page 7 of The Boss (Roosters #7)

Aaron

I didn’t want the kiss to end but we both needed oxygen. When Max pulled back, he kept hold of me as if he were afraid I’d disappear. I was giddy with desire. It took a moment to remember what we’d been talking about before the kiss.

Max winked and smiled seductively. “Want to see my etchings, baby?”

I grinned back. “I’d rather see your power tools.”

“I have just the thing.”

He stood and held out his hand. I took it and he led me to his bedroom. It was the ultimate masculine bedroom, done in shades of blue and beige, and dominated by floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the cityscape.

“This is some view.”

“I like this view better.” Max came up behind me and put his arms around me.

Filled with nervous anticipation, I didn’t know what to say next. “What do you desire, Sir?”

“I desire you to call me Max. Just be my lover, Aaron.” He stepped around me, blocking the view, and lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes. “Is that okay, Aaron? Do you still want me?”

We locked eyes, and I knew it was more than my yearning for him. It was mutual. I’d never met a man like him. I was totally hooked, but scared that it would all end too soon. Determined to enjoy it while I could, I reached up, grasped his head, and pulled him in for a kiss.

We came up for air and Max nipped my bottom lip as he pulled back. ‘I take it that’s a yes.”

“Yes. Definitely, yes.”

Holding my gaze, Max reached for my zipper and tugged it down.

He shoved my khakis and boxers over my hips and freed my hard cock.

I moaned as he stroked me. In a moment, we were tearing at each other’s clothes.

Finally bare, we hit the bed, hungry tongues exploring, and Max’s cock swelling against mine.

I felt myself losing control, becoming more aggressive. I was all over Max. Suddenly, he pulled away.

I tried to slow my breathing so I could speak. “Sorry. Do you want me to be more submissive?”

“No, baby. I love you this way. Makes me feel like you really want me. I just need to slow down a bit, or I’ll come way too soon.”

I still wasn’t convinced, and I was desperate to please him. “Are you --”

Max put a finger over my lips. “I’m sure. Be yourself, lover. No scenes, no power exchange, just Aaron and Max, two guys fucking and sucking. Okay?”

“It works for me.” I rolled on top of him, trapping him under me.

Max grunted and I took advantage of his open mouth to slide my tongue inside.

He sucked my tongue in a parody of what was to come, and our kiss deepened.

But I wanted more. I wanted to taste every part of him.

I worked my way over Max’s jaw, down his throat, over his chest, and sucked on his nipples.

Max groaned loudly. “Oh, God, you’re killing me.”

“I hope not. I have much more planned for you.

“Such as?”

“Sucking your cock.”

Max gasped as I bit his nipple. “I had the same exact thought, but I was doing the sucking.”

I grinned down at him. “There must be a way to satisfy both of us.”

Max chuckled. “I’ve got an idea. Do a 180.”

I swiveled around, making sure to rub vigorously against Max’s groin, and then I straddled his head, so my cock hung over his face.

Max actually growled. “I’m gonna make you come so --”

It was the last thing he said before I swallowed his red, swollen dick.

Knowing it was hard for me made me dizzy with desire.

I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, then licked the vein that ran its length.

Max gasped, and I grunted in response as he rubbed his stubbled jaw along my cock. He fisted the base and started sucking.

I let myself enjoy it for a few seconds, and then I returned the favor.

I gave his balls some attention first, sucking them into my mouth, before turning to his cock.

The sweet scent of his musk made me lightheaded as I worked his dick.

Soon, the room echoed with our moans and grunts, and the sound of sucking.

Suddenly, Max swallowed me deep, squeezing my cock with his throat muscles. Sparks shot up my spine at the increased suction. It became harder to concentrate. I tried to focus on Max’s prick, sliding my lips up and down the shaft.

Then he circled my hole with his finger, finally pushing it inside me.

He found my prostate and my whole body quivered.

It was a struggle to hold off my climax.

I felt my balls draw up tight and I lifted my head.

“Gonna come.” I shot hard, filling Max’s throat with my cum.

I nuzzled his groin while he sucked me dry.

“Delicious,” Max proclaimed. He smacked my ass and urged me to roll over.

I protested. “But you didn’t come.”

“I’m close,” Max muttered. “Want to fuck you.”

“God, yes.” I rolled over and lay on my back. “How do you want me?”

“Just the way you are, sweetheart. I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to hear you cry out my name and beg me to come. But first I’m going to get you ready.”

Max pushed my legs back. Then he bent over me and licked my hole. My hips arched, and he held them steady so he could push his tongue inside me.

“Fuck.”

“Soon, baby.”

I started panting. When he lifted his head, I moaned in protest.

“Patience, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I just want to get you ready.”

Max rubbed his fingers over my hole and then pushed one inside.

“Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t help pushing back against his hand.

He fucked me with his finger until I begged him to stop. My stretched opening ached, unsatisfied and eager for more attention.

“Enough. I need more. Please…”

Max leaned over for a kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Max. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

Max yanked my hips closer and guided his prick home. “Want you so bad, baby.”

He took it slow, until he was buried balls deep, then he pulled out and did it again, all the time looking into my eyes, and murmuring endearments. “Love the way you feel. So fucking tight. Fucking gorgeous…”

Max started to move faster. I met each pounding thrust and begged for more.

“I’m close, baby. So close…”

I was too. And I wanted to come with him.

I took hold of my cock. A few hard tugs took me over the edge and I splattered his chest. His cock jerked hard inside me and he filled me with his cum.

My pleasure was just as intense as the first time I came.

Trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I pulled Max down and held him tight against me.

I felt incredibly close to him and I wondered what he was thinking.

Max must have read my mind. He rolled us to our sides and whispered to me. “That was amazing.” When I didn’t respond, he said, “A penny for your thoughts?”

“You’ll think I’m being silly.”

“Never. You can tell me anything.”

“I feel like I just came for the first time. It’s never been that good with anybody else.” I felt myself blushing. “You must think I’m pathetic.”

“I think that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I kissed him.

Max squeezed my ass. “We’re good together. I’m serious. We’re a terrific couple.”

“I… uh… Does that mean we’re a thing?”

Max laughed. “What’s a thing?”

“Well, it’s when you care about somebody and you take things a step further, like only being physical with that one person. But,” I hastened to add, “Don’t worry. We’re not officially together. No labels.”

Max grimaced. “This is what I get for falling for a younger man.”

This statement truly stunned me. Obviously, we had a strong physical connection, but Max seemed on the verge of the L word. “You fell for me?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I’m smitten. I think we’re way beyond being things . A label is in order here, lover, partner, significant other. What do you think?”

I think I’m in love. I wanted to belong to Max, and Max only. I trusted him. He made me feel safe and secure, and desired. We had that elusive combination of friendship, respect, and an intense desire to rip each other’s clothes off.

On the other hand, how could I start something new when I’d failed so badly in the past? Not so long ago I’d had my heart broken, and a few ribs as well. I’d become skeptical and suspicious and I was terrified of getting hurt again.

What if Max and I turned this into a real relationship instead of the Dom/sub thing we’d started and it didn’t work? I’d be left with nothing. Maybe it would be smarter to leave things as they were. “We’re not ready. We hardly know each other.”

“That’s not quite true. I had you investigated when I hired you. And in the short time we’ve known each other, we’ve explored some of our deepest secrets and confessed that we have real feelings for each other.”

“Yes, but --”

“I’m not asking you to marry me, just to take a chance. Be exclusive. Allow ourselves to fall in love.”

I’m already in love. “What if you get tired of me?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“What’s stopping you from trying?”

“I’m terrified.”

“I am, too. But hey, didn’t someone say, it’s better to have loved and lost?”

“That’s very poetic, but I’m working at your firm. It feels like we’re on different stratospheres. You’re way out of my league, Max.”

Max frowned with exasperation. “There is no such thing as leagues. It’s a mind-fuck.

Something you tell yourself because you’re afraid of rejection.

Baby, you don’t give yourself enough credit.

You’re caring, funny, intelligent, hot, and ambitious.

The firm has a financial aid program to help aspiring lawyers.

If you’d take advantage of it, you’d have no problem passing the bar.

You’d probably end up being a better lawyer than I am. ”

“I had no idea the firm would help me go back to school.”

“Because you’re too busy putting yourself down.

You’re your own worst critic. The way you view yourself is way different from how I see you.

And the way you see me is different from the way I see myself.

I struggle with self-confidence just like everyone else.

When I was starting out, I’d wake up, and think, I’ll never get the jury on my side.

Then I’d tell myself, ‘act confident, fake it till you make it.’ It may sound absurd, but after a while, I didn’t have to fake it. ”

It was hard to believe that Max wasn’t always the confident person he appeared. I still felt self-doubt, but maybe I could overcome it, too. “I guess it still bugs me that my ex called me a shit sub.”

“I’m not your ex. I know what I need. I know what you need, too.”

“What?”

“A top who’s sexy, hot, brilliant, caring…”

“You left something out.”

Max raised a questioning brow.

I must be a brat at heart. I enjoyed teasing Maxwell, and this seemed like a good time. “He has to have an eight-inch dick and fuck like a porn star.”

Max grinned. “Do I fill your expectations?”

“Close enough.”

“Brat.” Max tackled me with a bear hug. “That’s earned you a punishment the next time we play.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Does that mean you’ll take a leap of faith with me? I promise I won’t try to control you. Except when we play.” Max paused for a few seconds. “So, what do you say?”

“I want to try.”

Max kissed me softly and whispered against my lips. “Try loving yourself as much as I love you.”

“Oh, Max. I love you, too.”

Max pulled me closer and our kiss deepened. Our bodies fit together, as if we were made for each other.

“Max, it’s been a long time since I shared a bed with another man, but this feels good.”

“It does, baby. It’s a feeling I want to get used to. Get some rest. Stay the night, if you want. You have a busy day tomorrow.”

“I already caught up with the case files.”

“Good, because tomorrow you have to fill out a ton of papers, enroll in school, and keep up with your office duties. Think you can handle it?”

“Absolutely. I’m looking forward to it.”

A few minutes later, Max was snoring, but I was too excited to sleep. I lay awake thinking about the future. I’d never been a man who believed in happily ever after, but this sure as hell felt like it.