Dopamine | Adrenaline Book Two

33 - I Feel Everything For You

"I don't want it to just be sex," Charles relieved to voice his intentions — the tension in his body beginning to release as he no longer felt the need to force himself to be a cold person. Charles hadn't been able to keep up his defenses against Max— it had never been a real option to begin with.

"It will only feel good if you love me," he explained as Max's member rubbed against his bare ass, making Charles feel hot all over. "Only touch me if your answer is yes, Max," he begged, his green eyes locking into the blue ones before scanning down to watch the obscene manner in which the man's hands traveled across his body, manhandling Charles as if he'd never stopped being his.

In the absence of an immediate response from the Dutchman, desperation grew on Charles' face. Finally, Max unwrapped one of his arms from around him and grabbed the other man's hips, holding him in place. He then lined up his tip to Charles' entrance. Only then did the Red Bull driver's gaze meet Charles' in the mirror — to see his reaction as he closed in the distance between their bodies, thrusting his member into his hole.

"I love you, Charles. I never stopped," he whispered to him, making sure to clearly pronounce his name against his ear as to leave no doubts that those words were meant for him.

The confession spilling from Max's lips combined with the full thrust into Charles' body filled the brunette with a sense of ecstasy. Soft pants escaped his lips as he adjusted to Max's size inside of him. To keep his balance, Charles put the palm of his hands against the mirror in front of him, keeping his gaze on the other man. Watching Max further enhanced his need for him and even though he already had the full length of the man's member inside of him, he needed more.

"I love you, Max," he confessed back, a very obvious statement on his end but one that he knew the other man also needed to hear. "I love you," his voice was softer this time and he leaned his cheek against the mirror, the coolness of it helping to fight against some of the heat of his body. "Please make me feel so good... I need you to be mine."

When Charles said he loved him, the very words Max longed to hear but did not dare to ask for, he felt a mixture of relief and passion fill him. "Say it again," he whispered, pressing his lips against the back corner of his jawline. "Say you love me," he breathed out against his skin, starting to move inside him, digging into him with slow motions in order to properly savor every crevice of his insides.

"I love you," Charles pronounced the words clearly, wanting Max to hear them properly and know that he meant them. "I could never stop loving you," he added, tightening his walls in pleasure and moaning against the mirror, fogging it up in the process. Charles couldn't comprehend how they had gone so long without each other and in that moment he couldn't believe there was almost a scenario in which Max didn't belong to him in this way— he never wanted to live in that reality again.

"I love you," he repeated.

 Now that he was free to say those words again, Charles never wanted to stop reminding the other man of it. Turning his head back, Charles messily reached for Max's mouth, kissing him and moaning into his mouth as his walls pulsed around his member. "I feel everything for you," he whispered against his mouth before feeling the tip of Max's cock push his sweet spot, blinding him momentarily in pleasure. Breaking the kiss, Charles arched his back slightly, his chest pushing against the mirror; an outline of his body would be etched on it afterwards.

Riding on the high that he began to feel, Max sped up the pace of his movements, the sounds of his crotch repeatedly slapping against the other man's ass, skin to skin, echoed through the small room. His hands frantically interchanged where he'd hook his hold onto him, initially holding his shoulder, and then pressing his palm downwards into his back, pressuring him further into the mirror.