Could It Be Us? | Maxley

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CHAPTER 10

Bradley

Max talked to me so sweetly sometimes, other times, which more often than not, he talked so stupidly. Still, I wanted to kiss him more and more.

I kissed him lightly. It didn't matter if he felt the same way, in this moment, I just wanted to be close to him. I dropped down to his mouth again, feeling his lip piercings with my mouth. The smooth material sent a shiver down my spine. He was striking me stupid, and I was completely letting him. Maybe I was being led on, but what did it matter? We wouldn't have worked anyway, we were so different. We could enjoy whatever time we had left. That included me sucking his cock.

He hurriedly grabbed my face and pulled me down to his mouth. He bit my lip again, which was still sore from the bathroom. I let him inside, and he forced his tongue everywhere. I moaned into his mouth, and he pulled on my hair. It felt really good. "Max," I whispered before he took over my lips again. I was digging my fingernails into his back, and he was tugging on my hair.

He stopped, panting, "bathroom?"

"I don't do public restrooms, Max."

"You'll be sucking my dick outside?" He pulled me closer. "I guess you're lucky that no one is here." He pulled me down to kiss him again. I was falling into his mouth, his touch, everything. Still, we weren't close enough. I needed more of him.

"Max," I groaned. "I need this, I need you." Max's grin was more evident than before. Stupid bastard.

Max stood up, pressing his back to the wall, and motioned for me to crawl over. "Knees, Bradley," he demanded. I felt hot all over. He grabbed my face harshly. "Unbuckle." I started doing as he said, but he slapped my hands away. "Use your mouth."

"Is that even possible," I asked pathetically.

"Make it possible, darling." It was truly difficult. But eventually, I got his belt off. "Take all of it off, Bradley." I listened. I had to bite into the hem of his pants to get them off. They dropped to his ankles. Everything is there. Do I look? I wasn't sure. I was thankful Max considered what I was already thinking.

"Do you want me in control, or would you like to be, darling?" His finger grazed my cheek.

I was sat at his ankles. "You're in control."

He laughed, "good choice." He leaned down, cuffed my face in his hands, and kissed me. "You look beautiful down there." Fuck, this is really happening.

His dick piercing shined in the rough street lamp lighting. It was a devilish temptation that I wouldn't fall into, no matter how badly I would have liked to. He slid his fingers through my hair and slipped me onto his dick. First thing I noticed: the piercing was rough against the walls of my mouth, second: it felt really good.

My father would have called me a faggot for this.

I wanted more than what he was giving me. He was being so gentle and it was utterly ridiculous. I carefully placed my hands on his hips, letting my head fall into a basic bobbing rhythm. He groaned, letting his arms fall loosely to his sides.

I'd never done this with a guy before, but it seemed like with everything else, I was a natural. Max came into my mouth, huffing and heaving in ways I didn't know were possible. He patted my head, giving me a rewarding smile. God, his goofy smile had me weak in every bone.