Dopamine | Adrenaline Book Two

15- I Should Put It All Behind Me, Shouldn't I?

As soon as Charles stepped through in the apartment floor, Max grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, shutting the door with a decisive push. Free at last from a week of feeling pent-up, Max wasted no time, his lips finding Charles in a passionate kiss before any words could be exchanged. They moved through the house in a blur, sweeping everything off the first counter they encountered, leaving a chaotic trail of what they were doing.

"Remind me to never let you near any girl again," he smirked against Charles's lips, removing his own shirt without a second thought, disregarding the fact that Charles was still supposedly in a relationship.

"They're wasting their time trying to get close to me," Charles said, trailing open-mouthed kisses down Max's neck. He hopped onto the now empty counter, wrapping his legs around Max and pulling him closer. "I like taking it up the ass," he whispered against his skin, feeling warmth start to rush through both of them. "I need you," he whimpered, his hands reaching down for Max's buckle, not patient enough to let his usual shyness creep in. "I only got to taste you for a second," he whined, "I would have sucked you off in front of them."

Noticing Charles was reaching down to unbuckle his belt, Max aided him, undoing his own pants. "Thank god I don't like taking advantage of you like that," he said sarcastically, unbuttoning Charle's pants as his mouth hovered over his, "your secret is safe with me." He teased, removing Charles's pants like a bothersome barrier, almost ripping it off his legs along with his underwear.

"I do really like hearing it, though," Max said, spitting onto his own hand, "remind me again? How much do you like it?" he asked, spreading his saliva along his own hard member, preparing it with a few strokes before he penetrated the brunette's hole, meeting his lips again in the process.

With their lips connected, thinking became impossible. Charles immediately felt lightheaded, and the only thought he could form was that he needed more. There was a wave of pure desperation, his hips pushing down as he felt the tip of Max's dick against his entrance, unable to wait any longer. His movement, unfortunately, was not enough to push the man's member into his walls, causing him to whine and kiss him harder.

Breaking from the kiss, Charles brought one hand to Max's cheek, his eyes locking on his swollen lips and kissing him chastly again before speaking.

"I love taking you inside," he whispered, their lips basically brushing into a kiss from the close proximity. "You're so big and you make me feel so full," he moaned, finally looking into the blue eyes. "Max, I would have taken you at that party," he admitted, "I need you so badly that they could have watched. I wasn't thinking of anything except you spreading me open and fucking me."

Placing his hand against the wall behind Charles, Max positioned himself, using the counter edge for leverage. He grabbed Charles's thigh, pushing him down onto his length. "We should consider using lube someday," Max teased, groaning as he struggled to push himself further in. He made sure his full length was inside Charles, filling him completely before beginning to move in and out.

With a loud gasp filled moan, Charles buried his face into the crook of Max's neck, breathing heavily as his walls tightened around the large member. l

"It feels so good like this," he moaned against Max's skin, kissing down on it and letting his moans fall against it.

With one thrust, Charles felt his breath leave him, his walls clenching around the member as if trying to protect him from the impact of the thrusts. "Do you have lube?" he asked breathlessly, throwing his head back with the next thrust and letting his moans fill the room.

The wooden countertop squeaked and shifted with each of Max's thrusts, as if an earthquake was confined to the small space around them.

"No," Max chuckled, his breathy voice betraying how much he was gasping for air, adrenaline making his heart race. "You never asked for it," he added, flexing the muscles in his back as he reached for Charles's thighs, adjusting him and pulling him further onto the edge to meet his thrusts.