Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 806(@200wpm)___ 645(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Max looked away and palmed his crotch, squeezing it into submission. Seriously. How fucked up was it that Sean cleaning his studio gave him a boner. Max was losing it, clearly. And it was all caitín’s fault. Max clenched his jaw and rotated his sculpture.
Bzzzz—bzzzzz—bzzzzzz—
Just one more tight groove...
But just when he’d finally focused fully on his task, the sound of Sean changing activities distracted him. Like the kid had just bumped into a small piece of furniture. Max refused to look, though. He’d watched Sean enough already. If he didn’t get his stupid fucking head in the game, he was never going to finish this damn project.
Bzzzz—bzzzzz—bzzzzzz—
Bzzzz—bzzzzz—bzzzzzz—
The background music drew to a close, leaving the room in pure silence. A silence, as it were, that quickly exposed the softest of noises coming from Sean’s direction. Noises that hadn’t been heard over the music. Noises Max was very familiar with.
Shlick… shlick…
Shlick… shlick…
Max’s dick bucked hard. His heart sped up. Shit. Fucking Sean. That little fucker was—
Shlick… shlick…
Shlick… shlick…
Max’s brain derailed. He clenched his teeth, then cut Sean a sharp, heated look. Sean smiled, meeting Max’s eyes, because of course, he’d been watching Max, waiting for him to finally look over. That much Max knew, had felt Sean’s stare the whole time, but ignoring him any longer was now impossible. Not with the decadent sight Sean was gracing him with.
Son of a bitch. Sean had ditched his snug boxers and gotten cozy in a small armchair—feet propped with knees spread, dick in hand. But the number one turn on of the whole damn scene was the fact that his rigid cock was glistening. Max glanced at the olive oil on his desk beside Sean’s head.
Ah. Should’ve known.
Max rubbed his mouth, his eyelids growing heavier.
Sean’s deep blues glittered with brazen intent. His smile curved higher.
Shlick… shlick…
Max’s muscles coiled tight. His cock steeled harder. He’d never wanted to pounce on anything so bad. Voice low and husky, he gestured to Sean with his chin. “You better not be making a mess on my chair.”
Sean’s lashes fluttered as he continued to slowly stroke. “Nice try, Sir. You like messy.”
Max smirked. Such was true; he did like messy. Especially when said mess was on Sean.
Sean emitted a soft moan, then bit his lip, his back subtly arching as he rubbed.
Max bit back a growl.
Sean murmured, “You done?”
Fuck, yeah, Max’s dick all but snarled in his pants. Teeth clenched, Max glanced at his sculpture… and nodded. “Yeah. I do believe I am.”
Sean grinned. Max shook his head, horny and exasperated. Sean was proving way too fucking efficient. And the damn kid knew it. Hell, just that look in his eyes spoke volumes. Not only did Sean plan to continue kicking ass, but to proposition Max again before leaving. Something Max needed to turn down no matter what. But man, Sean was making that one little task harder and harder by the second.
No pun intended.
Sean watched, idly stroking, as Max wrapped shit up, the heat of his gaze growing heavier. Max joined him a minute later, coming to a stop in front of Sean’s chair. Crossing his arms, he stared down at Sean.
Sean met his gaze. “Did I make myself useful?”
One nod. “You did.”
Sean paused. “I did?” His smile spread wide.
“Yeah. Now get back to stroking.”
Sean looked at him and blinked.
Max frowned. “Did I stutter?”
That gleam in Sean’s eye flared even hotter. “No, Maximus,” he murmured, falling back into task, pumping his cock slowly up and down.
A pace Max just didn’t have time for. “Faster,” he commanded.
Sean dutifully obeyed. Max watched with hooded eyes. Fucking beautiful. Time for a little more mess. Max picked up the oil and gave it a tilt, drizzling it over Sean’s steadily pumping fist. Sean moaned as the shlick—shlick— grew twice as loud, as oil seeped between every finger.
Max rumbled at the sound—so wet and sloppy—but especially at the exquisite sight. Sean; face flushed, lips parted, breaths quickening. Thighs twitching hard for every single pump. Pumps that looked noticeably shorter than before, Sean’s hand wasn’t even reaching his dick’s head.
Because Sean was getting close and was trying to stave off the inevitable.
“Full strokes,” Max ordered. “And speed that shit up.”
Sean’s anxious eyes flickered. “Yes, Sir,” he rasped.
Shlick-shlick—shlick-shlick—shlick-shlick-shlick—
Fuck, look at that. Max drank down the sight. The way Sean’s glossy crown kept disappearing and reemerging. Busting out the top of Sean’s oily fist, then dipping back down out of sight. There—Gone—There—Gone. Mmm, shit yeah. Max all but licked his chops as Sean’s abs started dancing. As he shuddered and jerked, as his breathing turned ragged.
“P-Please, Maximus,” Sean strained. “P-Please, can I come?”
Max set down the oil. “No. Keep going.”
Sean groaned but complied. Kept going, kept shuddering, his features beyond tense in tortured bliss. Max’s junk thrummed. Good boy. That’s his good fucking boy.
But Sean’s nuts were suddenly way too high and tight. Hmm. Better stop. Wasn’t time to come just yet.