Could It Be Us? | Maxley

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CHAPTER 7

Max

I was at his door at 7:00 PM. I held my hand from knocking against the door. The entire morning I had spent thinking of the ways this could potentially go wrong. If I liked it, what harm could be done? That's what I thought. I knocked once. I didn't have to wait long before he tore his door open and pulled me inside. "Max, you're here." Yes I was. Glad he noticed.

"I thought about it, maybe longer than I like to admit, but I came to the conclusion that whatever this is, I want to keep doing it." I pressed myself against Bradley. A dangerous shiver sped down my spine. 

"I guess you're in luck, Tank and the others just left for a party. So ..." 

It was all so quick, me kissing him, us falling to the floor, him tearing my shirt off, him 'attacking' me, and me slipping his shirt off. We weren't on the bed like yesterday, we were sitting on the floor. Or, for better understanding, I was on the floor and Bradley was on me.

I'm almost positive Bradley was wearing flavored chapstick that day. It was as if he knew I would show up. Telepathically or just from the way we acted towards one another. Perhaps he could tell in between our hatred that there was something he could cling to. He slid his hands from my neck to my waist. One thing I never expected from Bradley: He was so lewd. Whatever I had him do, he was up for it. He slid his lips down my neck, and stopped at my chest. He flicked my nipple piercing. "I didn't get to see this yesterday. What does it taste like?"

I played with his hair. "Find out, darling." Goddamn. He was truly amazing at everything. A noise threatened to escape the back of my throat. Bradley noticed, I could tell by the way his eyes shifted. He toyed with my chest more, flipping my firm nipple between his slim fingers, finally, I gripped his hair and tugged it. It escaped my mouth, and it felt all too good when I came. "Fuck, darling." This was too quick, I told myself, yet I couldn't help the feeling that was swirling in my gut. I liked it.

He crawled back up. "Did I do a good job?" Although I think he already knew he did. Lewd bastard.

I gripped his hair, pulling him into my mouth. "Amazing job. How do I repay you?" Although I had an idea planned in my mind. Everything moved so fast that it was getting blurry. I really liked what we were doing, no matter how very stupid that sounded. 

Bradley grinned evilly. He reached for his belt, and unlooped it. I helped him take his pants off. "If you do a good job," he kissed me behind my ear. "I'll return the favor, yeah?"

"You don't make the rules," I kissed him.

"I made you come, freshman, that means I make all the rules." Frustrated, I quickly swapped places with him.

"Then let's make it even."

This was considered my first time. After all my talking about making it even, I would have had to do a good job. Thankfully, the second I put my hands around his cock he squirmed, parting his lips open. He jerked his hips into my hands, arching forward. He was close then, and I knew it. I couldn't let him have all the fun, could I? I stopped. "Max, please keep going," he pleaded. 

"You thought I'd beg, but look at how pretty you are doing it."

"Max, please, really, I want to come," he whispered. He was breathing heavily, flushed, and drained of  decency. He thrusted his body into my hands, expressing pleasure with his moans. I let myself lick his head, eventually bobbing up and down. He pressed my head in deeper, "I'm sorry, Max. Just a second longer, it'll be quick" he promised. He came in my mouth quickly, as he had promised. He was whipped. If he had the words to describe how he was feeling, he didn't say any of them. I did a damn good job, I realized. And God, he didn't look half bad like that.