22

This chapter's just self-indulgent smut. Feel free to skip it, it won't affect the plot.

I woke up to the feeling of something warm, soft, and deliberate pressing against my neck. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. Then I heard a familiar hum, felt lips graze the sensitive skin under my jaw.

"Morning," Max murmured, voice low, almost smug. His nose nudged under my ear, and I shivered.

"You always this handsy when someone crashes at your place?" I muttered, still groggy but not exactly resisting.

He chuckled, kissed a little lower. "Only when they make me want to wake them up like this, I just want to make you relax after yesterday."

His mouth traveled down, slow and teasing. He took his time, hands sliding along my waist, anchoring me in place. The sheets rustled as he moved, and I bit my lip when I felt him trail kisses across my chest, then further down, until I forgot how to speak.

"You're doing that thing again," I managed to whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

"What thing?" he said innocently, before nipping lightly at my hipbone. I jerked slightly.

"That thing where you make me forget why this is probably a very bad idea," I said.

Max looked up at me from where he was, eyes glowing with mischief and something gentler underneath. "Then I'm doing it right."

Max's hand slid beneath the hem of my shirt, fingers warm and slow against my skin. He kissed me again, soft at first, then deeper, like he wasn't in any rush. His hand moved lower, grazing along the waistband of my pants.

"Is this okay?" he asked, voice low against my mouth.

I nodded, breath catching. "Yeah," I whispered, barely trusting my voice.

He held my gaze as his fingers toyed with the button, then undid it with a practiced ease that made me both roll my eyes and shiver. My breath hitched when he tugged my pants with my underwear down slowly, inch by inch, like he was unwrapping something fragile.

The air felt colder without them, but Max's hands on my hips were grounding. Steady. Like he wasn't just undressing me, he was seeing me.

"You're always so warm," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "It's kind of unfair."

"Perk of being alive," I said, trying for a joke, even as my voice came out shakier than I intended.

He smiled, kissed just above my waist, and looked up at me. "Yeah. It's a good look on you."

"You want me to stop?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, while biting , sucking and squeezing my thighs.

"No," I whispered, my voice raspy, and low "Keep going please."

He moved forward slowly licking from the base of my cock all the way toward the tip, closing his eyes. When he reached the tip, he licked the precum that was dripping from it.

"You taste so good did you know that?"

I didn't reply, my mind was barely functioning. He gripped my thigh hard, voice low as he asked again, "Did you know that?"

"N-No," I stammered, breath catching. "Can you just stop talking and do it already. Fuck."

He chuckled, low and amused, before wrapping his hand around my cock, squeezing just enough to tease, then stroking upward in a slow, deliberate rhythm, like he had all the time in the world and fully intended to drive me insane with it.

Max kept going like that for what felt like forever, slow and maddening, until I was practically trembling. "Faster.... please," I begged, breathless.

But he didn't listen.

Instead, he leaned in and took just the tip into his mouth, lips wrapping around it like he was savoring the moment, savoring me.

I swear, I nearly blacked out. It was obvious this wasn't his first time, he moved with too much confidence, too much skill.

Then he took me as deep as he could, no hesitation, and I couldn't hold back the sharp, broken sound that tore out of me.

I screamed.

"F-FUCK MAX" I tangled my fingers in his hair, and he let me take control, let me set the pace.

It was messy, desperate, all heat and slick sounds, but God, it felt so good. Just as I was about to pick up the pace, Max pulled back, agonizingly slow, his tongue dragging along the tip of my cock on the way up, like he wanted to ruin me.

A thin string of saliva stretched between his lips and the head of my cock as he looked up at me, breathless and wrecked.

"Do it," he rasped, voice low and rough. "Use my mouth please"

I stared down at him, completely undone. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, and his lips were swollen and slick. It wasn't just the way he looked, it was the way he waited, mouth open and willing, like he'd already given himself over to whatever I needed.

My grip in his hair tightened, and I swallowed hard, my whole body trembling as I eased back in. He didn't flinch. If anything, he leaned into it, humming low in his throat like the taste of me was something he wanted to memorize.

I started moving, slow at first, testing, but he matched me perfectly, no hesitation. His mouth was warm and wet and so good, and when I rocked my hips again, deeper this time, he moaned around me.

"Jesus, Max," I gasped, my voice wrecked. "You're gonna kill me."

His only answer was a deeper pull, hands firm on my thighs like he wanted to feel how much I was falling apart.

It wasn't clean or graceful. It was sloppy and loud and real, and when I looked down at him again, lips stretched, eyes locked on mine, like I was the only thing that mattered, I felt something twist deep in my chest.

My breathing turned ragged. Every muscle in my body tightened as Max kept going, steady, unrelenting, like he knew I was close and wanted to draw it out just long enough to make it unbearable.

I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. The way his tongue moved, the way his mouth sealed around me, it was too much. I felt my hips jerk, involuntary, my grip in his hair tightening as I gasped, "Max...I'm gonna..."

He didn't stop.

Didn't even flinch.

I came hard, everything snapping loose at once, my vision going white around the edges. I swear I forgot where I was, forgot my name, forgot everything except him, his mouth, his hands, the warmth of him staying with me through every wave until I was shaking.

Max finally pulled back, slow and careful, licking his lips like he'd just finished something sacred.

I collapsed back against the mattress, chest heaving, heart pounding like it might crack open.

He looked up at me, smug and beautiful and way too pleased with himself.

"Relaxed yet?" he murmured.