Chapter 395: Taking it like a champ (m)
Maxwell had no idea what he was doing.
That was an exaggeration. He knew what he was doing. He was just worried that he was going to do a piss poor job. That was one of the problems with dating and loving someone who had experience. Even if Andrew said that he was fine with anything that Maxwell did, (within reason) that didn’t mean that Maxwell felt the same way.
Four men. Four men had felt this fucking warm heat around them and had cum immediately? Maxwell could understand it. He was trying his best to not show it, but he was so fucking close.
So damn close to just shooting his load inside of this warm, wet grip around his cock that he couldn’t believe it. Andrew felt this every time that they had sex and he didn’t cum in a heartbeat?
Incredible self control, honestly. Maxwell didn’t even realise he would gain more respect for the man simply by being inside of him, but fuck. Maxwell thought he had it hard sometimes, but this?
Both sides had their own issues.
Maxwell stared down at the man under him. His broad chest exposed, his abs on full display. The way that his hair flopped around his head on the pillow, his lips slightly open and that turned on, flushed look to his cheeks. Andrew was semi hard, watching Maxwell like he wanted to devour him whole.
Every once in a while he’d flutter around Maxwell’s cock, his own cock would twitch and Maxwell could tell that Andrew was trying to control himself. Maxwell was doing the same.
He’d barely moved but he wanted to fuck the man like a beast. Just slap his balls against the man’s ass, hear the sound of skin meeting skin, flesh against flesh fill the air. He wanted to make Andrew moan. Sweat. Squirm.
He could feel how wet he was at just the thought.
Maxwell licked his lips. It wasn’t something he’d anticipated. That he would get soaked while fucking Andrew. In fact, he was pretty sure that Andrew hadn’t even considered it either.
Maxwell adjusted his grip on Andrew’s thighs, his grip tight as Andrew tightened his legs around his waist. It felt like he was going to crush him, and there was a bit of a thrill for Maxwell as he realised this big beast of a man not only was letting him shove his cock in his ass, but was excited by it. Wanted more of it.
Maxwell let out a shaky breath as he pressed down on Andrew’s thighs and slowly pulled out. He watched Andrew’s reaction the whole time. This was different for him.
His body wasn’t built for this, not like Maxwell’s. He didn’t want to hurt him. That was the last thing that Maxwell wanted to happen. Andrew’s head was tilted back, his throat exposed as he breathed through it, and then slowly Maxwell sunk his cock back inside of him. Watching Andrew the whole time.
The man was blossoming under Maxwell’s attention. Maxwell had seen Andrew enjoy sex before. That was nothing new to him, but this side? Andrew loved this. His eyes glazed over, he didn’t have to focus, and Maxwell realised that maybe it was a control thing.
Maybe sometimes, Andrew just didn’t want to be in control. A shiver of recognition ran down Maxwell’s spine as he realised that, and it was like a switch had been full flipped.
Maxwell grew more confident, more self assured and slowly he picked up speed. It didn’t get easier to not cum, but he changed his focus. He watched Andrew, watched him enjoying the experience, and focused on learning what the other man liked.
It didn’t last too long, Maxwell was embarrassed to admit.
He found that his hips stuttered to a halt at about the 2 minute mark. He was horrified as he wasn’t even able to control himself, barely able to get a warning out to Andrew. Andrew, however, really didn’t seem to care. He meant his words when he’d said them before.
Andrew had actually reached down, casually, slipping his fingers inside of his ass to play with the cum there. He’d had this look on his face, one that Maxwell was sure he was never going to forget. He hadn’t looked thoughtful, or even upset. He’d looked...god, he looked like he wanted more.
The only thing that Maxwell had going for him was that he hardened up again pretty quickly. While he waited for that to happen, he spent his time caressing the body of the man that he loved.
That exposed neck? Maxwell made sure to suck on it, his attention drawn to the bandage on his neck. Fuck. He couldn’t believe that he’d bitten him. Well, he could actually believe it, but he couldn’t believe that it was Andrew who had offered it up first. Kind of. He knew that it wasn’t exactly a first offering, but Andrew had committed to it.
God, that alone was enough to get Maxwell worked up again.
Andrew’s body was not going to be neglected. Maxwell took his time to shape and kiss, leaving marks everywhere that he could. Nips, licks, bites. Maxwell was simply excited to try and mark up Andrew the same way that Maxwell often found himself.
Was it harder because Andrew had a darker skin tone? Absolutely. Did that mean Maxwell stopped?
Maxwell wasn’t a fucking quitter.
Andrew nipples didn’t avoid Maxwell’s attention. In fact, they were a top priority. Andrew’s hand buried in Maxwell’s hair, his fingers intertwined as Maxwell bit down on them a little harder than normal, causing them to swell up at his attention. Maxwell also made sure to suck on them, making his mark known.
Andrew’s gaze was dazed, lidded, and so fucking sexy that Maxwell was worried he was too damp. He felt a trail coming from his own ass, his body so turned on it felt like he was going to slip in it.
Eventually, Maxwell was ready for round two, and he felt like he had a better grasp at what was going to happen this time. The second time was a little easier, like his senses had been dulled slightly.
This time, he went to work. He kissed Andrew as he moved his hips, feeling the man under him respond. Andrew was vocal, unable to keep his moans to himself and Maxwell wasn’t aware of how sexy he found when he was fucking his partner until now. Not that he didn’t like that Andrew wasn’t able to keep things to himself when he was fucking him.
It was always hot to hear how much your partner was enjoying themselves, but while he was fucking him?
Maxwell could tell that he was going to get addicted to this. Andrew had also been right. Since he’d cum already, it was easier to slide in and out of Andrew now. It was like a damn slip and slide of pleasure, and now that Maxwell had cum once, he was focused on making the other man cum.
Maxwell had found his prostate with his fingers, which meant he could reach it with his cock, and finally, at about the 30 second mark, he found it once more. The breathy moan that Andrew had let out when Maxwell had hit it nearly pushed Maxwell over the edge for the second time.
He barely held it together, but out of sheer will. He was going to make Andrew cum. His pride as a man wasn’t going to let him back down.
Maxwell set a steady pace, hitting that sweet spot inside of the man as he reached down and stroked Andrew’s cock in his hand. He wasn’t able to do a fantastic job since he needed one hand to grip onto Andrew’s thighs, but that didn’t seem to matter. Andrew was in bliss, and Maxwell watched as the man could barely keep himself together.
Andrew liked bottoming, and Maxwell was learning, he liked topping. It would never go further then Andrew, he knew that, since he had never had these feelings for anyone else. Did that change this situation? Not at all.
Maxwell thrust his cock deep into Andrew, watching his body swallow his cock and shuddered. It was so damn hot to see that, to watch as he jerked Andrew off in time as his ass ate him up. Seeing his own cum and the cum lube mix with every stroke too?
Maxwell was on a thin rope but the time that he could tell that Andrew was getting close. He could feel how the base of Andrew’s cock was swelling, a tell tale sign that Andrew was going to cum soon. Maxwell’s ass twitched as this was one of the few times he didn’t feel it happen inside of him.
Hot. God, it was so hot to see Andrew’s eyes glazed over, amber, and his glasses askew because Maxwell was fucking him with his cock.
"You gonna cum?" Maxwell asked, fucking his man. Andrew swallowed, nodding his head.
"Fuck. Maxy, you feel so good." Andrew moaned and Maxwell clenched his jaw.
"Cum on my cock, Baby. You can do it. Spray yourself with your own cum. All over your chest." Maxwell encouraged, watching as Andrew clenched his jaw and his ass. Maxwell didn’t stop, knowing damn well that even though he was making it hard on him to thrust, he wasn’t quite there yet.
Andrew came with an explosion only a few seconds later. His cock splattered cum all over Andrew’s marked chest. It was a lot, and so hot that Maxwell couldn’t control himself. He lasted two more thrusts before he too was grunting, filling Andrew up inside.
Did he think he shouldn’t do that? Absolutely. Did he see the way that Andrew had looked at him when he’d cum the first time?
There was no way Maxwell would ever forget that hungry look in his life. So Maxwell made sure to do what Andrew wanted, even if they hadn’t really discussed it.
From the way that Andrew’s body trembled and shook, it was clear that the man didn’t mind in the slightest.
Maxwell bent down, kissing the man forcefully, then gently as they both came down from the high. Maxwell was never going to forget this night for the rest of his life, and he hoped that Andrew didn’t either.
He was also pretty sure that the night wasn’t over either, but he wasn’t going to get his hopes up. He was fairly certain the bottoming when that wasn’t your usual was hard on someone, and Maxwell was content.
Was it also one of the last nights without Richard at home? Yes, but Maxwell could wait. It wasn’t going to be much longer before they went back to the office. Maxwell could get his fill then.