Falling Bundle (4 page)

It was at the top of the stairs. Max dragged him in there stumbling. Arjen had a soft double bed below a tilted window, a square of shining duvet, and Max threw him down on it with a surge of triumph. Max unzipped himself; that got Arjen’s attention so fast that it gave Max a hot shiver. “Show me how much you want to taste me.” Max knelt over him, making himself bigger, stroking himself in front of Arjen’s eyes. “Unless of course you want me to fuck you.”

For the split second that Arjen hesitated, Max thought for an exhilarating moment that Arjen wanted to be fucked so badly he was going to ask for it. Then Arjen made a sweet desperate sound and went down on him.

It was so fucking hot. Arjen swallowed him straight down as deep as he could take him, plunging him into the heat of his mouth. Arjen’s fingers tightened around the base, squeezing rhythmically. Mmm. Max loved having Arjen so intent on pleasing him. Arjen must have been fantasising about this all week; it was delicious. And it would be even better when Max made him totally lose control.

“Spread your legs.”

Arjen stiffened, trying to lift his head before Max pushed him back down. “Relax. I’m just going to play with you. Spread your legs for me.”

Trembling, Arjen spread his legs.

Max had come prepared for this. He slicked his fingers with lube, enjoying Arjen’s twitches as he wondered what the hell Max was going to do to him, then ran a finger down his crack and made him arch up with a muffled yelp. Max tightened his free hand in his hair to urge him back down on Max’s cock. Max teased him again with that finger and felt him shudder, hot and needy.

This time Max breached him with deliberate, aching slowness. Arjen made such fantastic sounds in his throat, opening himself wider for that finger. Max pushed it deep into the tight clench of his body, savouring the feel of him. The thought of being the first man to do this to him made Max fierce, made him jealous. He wanted to be the only as well as the first.

Another finger. Arjen squirmed frantically. He couldn’t get enough of this; Max enjoyed tormenting him.

“Let me show you something new,” Max murmured, and crooked his fingers inside him.

The first time he pressed down on that sweet spot Arjen damn nearly came on the spot. He jumped, only Max’s cock in his mouth stifling his yelp, and clenched deliciously around the impaling fingers. Max pulled his head up enough to ask him, “What if I wanted to—”

“
Please
,” Arjen begged him, spread out and helpless. “Please, Max, now, fuck me now!”

Max took a moment to enjoy this sweetest of triumphs, Arjen begging him at last, then whispered to him, “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” and pushed his head back down.

Arjen was still clenching sweetly. Max wouldn’t let him relax, fingering him ruthlessly, teasing hot shudder after hot shudder out of him. Arjen shuddered and trembled and finally arched up into a violent climax, clamping down on his fingers. It was such a powerful moment that a fierce flash of heat ripped through Max and Max came hard in his mouth, gripping his hair.

Afterward he kept Arjen in his lap while both of them calmed down. Arjen panted, dazed, Max’s fingers still in his hair as they caught their breath. Finally Arjen stirred under his hand. “Did I…” He couldn’t take his eyes off Max’s cock. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What?” Max laughed. “Of course not. You were fantastic.”

“I mean…” Arjen nuzzled his cock, sparking a hot pulse of lust. Thankfully for him Max was currently too exhausted to get him all wound up again. “You made me—you made me beg. And you wouldn’t fuck me.”

“I told you.” Max ran a hand up and down his bare arm. “When I’m ready.”

“When will you be ready?”

How adorable. Arjen really wanted Max to fuck him. “When you come to my place.”

“Why there?” That was definitely plaintive. Why not
here
, he meant. Why not
now
.

“Because it’s my territory. Not yours.” Max ran his fingers through his hair; Arjen murmured, soothed. “So when you come to me, you come to surrender. You put yourself in my hands. You trust me completely.”

Arjen said nothing, biting his lip, that little sign of uncertainty.

“You’ll enjoy it, sweetling. Believe me. You weren’t sure if you’d like sucking cock and look how much you get off on it.”

Arjen shifted in the warm covers. “Will it hurt?”

“Hurt?” Max took a moment to think about that. His partners had never complained, but he didn’t think he’d ever slept with a virgin before.

“You’re… quite big.”

Well, that was flattering. Max kept stroking his hair, bringing him down from his high. “Don’t be afraid. It might hurt if I was rough with you, but I know you’ve never been fucked before. I’ll get you nice and ready for me. Nice and slick. You’ll take me easily. Just like you took my fingers. You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Arjen turned his face into Max’s thigh.

“I thought you would.” Max leaned down to whisper in his ear. “All you have to do is come to me. I’ll take good care of you.” He disentangled himself gently from his nice warm Arjen.

Arjen’s hand half lifted from the covers of the bed as though to stop him, then fell back, fingers curling empty into his palm.

Every time it was more painful to walk away.

Arjen couldn’t even wait until nightfall. He showed up on Max’s doorstep only hours later, biting his lip and fidgeting, five foot eight of barely-suppressed delicious desperation. The dying sunlight filtered around him, haloing him in reddish gold, running its fingers through his dark hair.

When Max opened the door he didn’t say anything, only smiled. Arjen went a brilliant red and looked away.

“Say it,” Max purred, already hard. He wanted this so much it scared him. He’d never pursued anyone like this before; he’d always either fucked them or walked away long before now. Arjen was… Max didn’t want to think of him as special, because that was dangerous. Different. That was all. Max had been dreaming of this since the day they met, and now Max was finally, finally going to fuck him.

Arjen said “I want,” and his voice cracked and he couldn’t say it: couldn’t beg Max to fuck him. He shut his eyes tight and managed a strangled, “Do whatever you want to me.”

He was so fucking irresistible that Max’s jaw clenched as he fought for control. Max had to swallow to keep his voice level. “Come on in.” Max shifted only an inch, making Arjen squeeze past him. He had no fear of what Arjen might think of his low-rent flat with its tattered curtains, its barred windows, because Arjen only had eyes for him. Arjen lifted his face to his hopefully; Max pushed the door shut behind him and kissed him, letting Arjen grab him to steady himself. “Well done. You’re being very good. Now strip.”

He hadn’t truly realised how scared Arjen was until Arjen started unbuttoning his shirt and his hands were shaking. Poor Arjen. He was really freaking out. Max took his chin in his fingers, forcing Arjen to look up at him. “You can relax, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Promise?” Arjen’s hands fisted uncertainly in the edges of his shirt.

“Promise.” Max stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. “I’ll take it one step at a time. I’ll make it good for you. Just trust me.”

“Okay,” Arjen said in a rush, and went back to his buttons. He slipped out of his jeans and underwear as well, and finally stood naked in front of Max, trembling and hard. Max circled him slowly, eyeing him up and down, holding down the fierce desire to mark every inch of his body as his.

He was perfect. Max couldn’t wait to have him; the thought was hotter than fire.

“I know you’ve fantasised about this,” Max said in a low voice, moving behind him to make his spine prickle. “Over and over. While you were jerking off. What did you think about?” He ran a hand down the curve of Arjen’s spine.

Arjen leaned helplessly into his touch. “Max…”

“When I fucked you, where were you? On the floor? Up against the wall? Over the table, I bet. You’d like that, wouldn’t you. Being under me.”

“Everywhere,” Arjen croaked. “I thought about you everywhere.”

Arjen was wound so tight that even Max was about to explode. “Bed. Now.” He pushed Arjen into his bedroom and stalked after him. That glorious ass riveted Max’s eyes, making him unbearably hard, his anticipation building with every pulse of heat. He couldn’t even think past pounding need. Had to drag his eyes away.

It gave him a thrill to see Arjen hesitate in front of his dimly lit bed. Maybe seeing the bed drove it home to Arjen that this was really it: the moment he’d feared, wanted, fantasised about. He was going to spread his legs for Max. Right here.

When Max shut the door behind them, deliberately loud, Arjen flinched.

“Get on the bed,” Max said.

Arjen sank onto the bed, looking at Max and then away. Just seeing him there was intense. Max wanted to take a picture and capture this moment forever, finally getting his prize in his bed.

When Max stripped out of his shirt, Arjen admired him gratifyingly. Come to think of it, this must be the first time Arjen had ever seen him undress—he’d barely had to unzip before with Arjen so eager to taste him. “Like what you see?” Max put in his time in the gym; he had a lean, muscled body that was worth showing off.

“Can I—can I help?”

“Can’t wait to get your hands on me, can you. Come over here.”

Arjen reached out to undo his belt with shaking hands, nuzzled the plane of his stomach as he worked. Max slid his fingers into his hair; Arjen fumbled his trousers open, shoved them down and went down on him with a desperate sound. That first slide into Arjen’s mouth brought Max straight to the edge with a gasp. It was so intense that it threatened to tip Max over early.

“Enough,” Max growled, dragging him off before Max lost it. “Lie down. Spread your legs.”

“Now?” Arjen squeaked.

Max towered over him deliberately, stripping out of his last stitch of clothing. “Now.”

Arjen tried to look away, but his eyes kept sliding back until finally he shut his eyes tight and got down in the covers. The longer Max dragged out the wait the more he tried to hide in the covers. He made an irresistible image, an open invitation. He was so vulnerable it was painful—when Max settled heavy between those spread legs Arjen flinched, and it made Max think fiercely about protecting him. Keeping him for his own.

Max pinned him down in the covers, trapped him under his weight. “You like this?”

“Please,” Arjen said in a choked voice, and Max had to grip his hip and grind hard against him.

Breathe. Max gritted his teeth and got himself under control. This wasn’t just a quick fuck; he needed to be gentle with this one if he wanted him coming back. So gentle.

He dipped his head and stole a kiss. He made it slow, so that Arjen quieted, calming beneath his hands. “You’re mine,” Max whispered against his mouth. “You’re safe with me.” He kissed his way down that delightfully taut body and took his cock into his mouth as he began teasing him with one fingertip. Arjen shuddered under him, his body tautening and relaxing by turns. “You want my finger?” Max eased off to ask him.

“Yes.” Arjen sounded breathless.

Max slipped him that finger and Arjen threw his head back with a groan, gripping the bedcovers. It was so fucking good Max was dangerously close to coming just from getting a finger into him. He got Arjen nice and slippery, squirming around on his finger. “Think you can take another?” Max pressed a kiss against his hot inner thigh.

“Mmm.”

A second finger. Arjen twitched, his body tightening up, his hands fisting in the covers. Max nipped his thigh to distract him. A third finger. Arjen clenched up with a gasp, squeezing Max’s fingers so hard. “Breathe, sweetling. You can take this. It’s only a little more than before.” Max coaxed him through that clenched moment, soothing and stroking, until Arjen relaxed under him with a helpless groan.

This was what he wanted, Arjen slick and open for him. Max slid his fingers out, then in. Out, then in. Arjen clutched at the covers. “Good?” Max checked with him, and Arjen just shuddered.

When he rubbed that sweet spot inside him Arjen started to beg, the pleading sounds spilling out of him. “Max, please take me, I need, I need—”

“Wait until you’re ready.” Max played with him some more, pressing just right to make his voice go up a notch.

“Max! Please!”

It was absolutely irresistible having Arjen spread out under him begging for more. Nobody could say no. Max shifted on top of him, rubbing up against him until they were pressed deliciously tight together, until he would have to shift only a fraction to slide inside him. The thought made him groan aloud and his voice went rough with hunger. “You’re ready for me now, aren’t you. All slippery and needy. Just relax. I’ll make this nice and easy.” Max captured his wrists above his head, pinning him down with his full weight, his full muscle, and finally, thank God, it was time.

He drove home with one fierce thrust.

It was the single best moment of Max’s life.

After so much hoping, so much fantasising, when he finally pushed into the sweet grip of Arjen’s body the surge of triumph nearly swept him straight over the edge. Arjen’s eyes screwed shut and he arched up with a sweet cry. “Max!” His voice cracked wonderfully and Max gave in to the urge to bite down on his throat as he slid deeper.