Falling Bundle (7 page)

“You need more?”

“Yes.” Arjen shifted, slipping his hand deeper into his pocket.

That would be his cue. Max sauntered downstairs and sneaked up on him. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I love it when you touch yourself.”

Arjen jumped, then spun around, snatching his hand out of his pocket. His face was scarlet. “Max!”

Max grinned as he led Arjen away with a hand at the small of his back. “Admit it. You were having fun. Getting all worked up in public, touching yourself while all those people had no idea. You have a wicked side.”

“Home. Now.” Arjen clutched Max’s arm.

“All in good time.” Max had parked in the far corner of the car park, shielded by high walls, where he was confident nobody would see them. He got in as Arjen slipped into the passenger seat. It always gave him a prickle of excitement when he lured Arjen into his car; it meant he was about to get lucky. Today he wasn’t even going to wait until they got home. “Go down on me.”

“Here?” Arjen looked around, half guilty, half enticed. Max had planned this carefully to lower his inhibitions; under normal circumstances he didn’t think Arjen would have agreed.

“Here. Nobody’s around. Nobody will know except me. And I know you like having my cock in your mouth.”

“Yes.” Arjen bit his lip.

Max reached up and gently tugged him down. Arjen went without resistance. He pressed his face into Max’s crotch. Max clenched his jaw, fingers tightening in Arjen’s hair, fighting down the urge to take control. Arjen nuzzled his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Go on, sweetheart.” Max stroked his hot cheek.

Arjen fumbled his jeans open and went down on him. He took Max’s cock into his mouth in one smooth movement, taking as much of it as he could, his hand curling around the base of Max’s cock. Max hissed; he could have come right there and then. The need to push deeper into Arjen’s mouth surged up and his jaw tightened with the difficulty of holding himself back.

Arjen sucked him eagerly, his cheeks hollowing as he exerted more force. Max groaned. “That feels so good.” That tongue alone should have been the eleventh deadly sin. Max kept running his fingers through Arjen’s hair, a stolen moment of forbidden pleasure; he knew that Arjen would not normally let him touch him like this.

He had been keyed up with anticipation for so long that Arjen got him off hard and fast. Max bit back a strangled sound as he came, spurting into Arjen’s mouth, hot and shaky with pleasure. His hand flexed in Arjen’s hair, keeping him there for a long moment before Max reluctantly let go.

Arjen pulled away, flushed and rumpled. The way he licked his lips sent one last hot shiver through Max. The man was pure sex.

“That was great, sweetling. You’re so good with your mouth.” Max zipped up. “I’m going to take you home and take care of you now.” He seemed to remember promising to fuck Arjen against every wall in his house.

Arjen said nothing. He did up his seatbelt.

Once again, the silence came back.

As they pulled out of the car park, Arjen said, “I don’t want you to call me that.”

“What?”

“I’m not your sweetling.” Arjen stared resolutely out of the window.

It was just one more stab to the heart. Max swallowed hard. He tried to shrug it off. “I’ll call you what I want.”

“Stop the car.”

“What?” He was totally off balance in this conversation.

“I said stop the car.” Arjen undid his seatbelt.

“Arjen?” Max slowed the car in alarm.

Arjen reached for the door handle. His face was set and blank.

“Arjen! Stop!” Max caught his arm, trying to keep his attention on the road. Other cars were manoeuvring around him. Sunlight slanted into his face to dazzle him. “I won’t call you that any more. Okay? I won’t.”

“Okay.” Arjen settled back in his seat and put his seatbelt back on, still without a flicker of expression.

Max’s throat felt tight. For some stupid reason he was still capable of being surprised by the depth of Arjen’s anger toward him. He had not realised that Arjen would pass up on going home together over a little thing like that. “Would you really have gotten out and left me?” His voice came out small.

Arjen’s jaw tightened. “Do I need to prove it?”

“No.” Max fixed his eyes on the road. He did not want the proof.

“What do you mean, you’re working today?”

“I mean I’m working.” Arjen sounded annoyed.

Max took a deep breath and let it go before he lost his cool and threw the phone across his living room. It wouldn’t be far to throw—Max’s flat was nothing to speak of, with its heavy dark curtains and bare floorboards. It was drab. Small. Colourless. Much like Max’s life when Arjen wouldn’t let him come over.

He tried to stay patient. “It’s Saturday, Arjen.” Weekends were for spending time together. Weekends were meant to be spent in bed and in the shower and on the table. Weekends were for experimenting. He couldn’t believe Arjen was blowing him off. “Why do you have to work? You never work Saturdays.”

“I have a case. I need to be in the office. I don’t need your permission.”

Max set his teeth. Arjen was definitely testing his patience today. “You do not get to just—”

Click. Arjen had hung up on him.

“Son of a bitch.” Max did throw the phone. It bounced off the far wall and hit the threadbare carpet. He wanted to kick it for good measure. All week he’d been looking forward to tempting Arjen into bed, spending hours lazily twined around him, bringing him to the edge over and over. He’d had all kinds of fun things planned. Now he was staring at hours of silence. And a stupid part of him felt that a day without Arjen was a day wasted.

Max growled. He did not have to put up with this.

He went to the shining block of glass where Arjen worked. It must be empty, because only a couple of cars were parked outside, dusted with fiery leaves from the oaks that spread their branches overhead.

Max had a special smile that he used for charming people, and it only took a few minutes to convince the receptionist that he needed to surprise Arjen for his birthday. “It’ll only take a few minutes, honest.” Then he was inside the law firm.

The halls smelled of money. Expensive soft carpets rendered his footsteps soundless. Everything was panelled in dark gleaming wood; the nameplates on the doors shone. He found Arjen’s office and walked in without knocking.

Arjen looked up from his laptop. His brow furrowed. “Max?”

Max shut the door behind him. Locked it. Drew the blind on the single window. “Is anyone else in the building?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I asked you a question.”

“No, there’s nobody here, but you can’t come in here and—”

“Are there any cameras in here?”

“No, but—”

“Is there any reason you can’t spend ten minutes getting your mind blown?”

“I’m at work!” Arjen sputtered. “It’s unprofessional!”

“I’ll take that as a no.” Max came around the corner of his desk to stand in front of him. Arjen tried to rise, to face him standing, but Max put a hand on his shoulder and pressed down firmly, keeping him in his seat. Max towered over him like this, and he took Arjen by the chin, further emphasising how much bigger he was. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Arjen. Then, if you’re good to me, I might get you off on this desk.”

Arjen’s eyes darkened. He was so easily swayed. “This isn’t…” He trailed off, losing track of his own objections.

Max ran his fingers gently through his hair, getting him into the right mood. “Will anyone catch you?” Arjen licked his lips, his gaze dipping to Max’s crotch. Max tugged his hair to get his attention. “Talk to me, Arjen. I don’t want to get you into trouble.”

“Nobody would know,” Arjen whispered.

“Good.” Max ran a thumb along his lower lip, pressing just a fraction. Promising more. “I know you want this.”

Arjen swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“You need this.”

“Yes.” He was breathless now.

“Ask for it, Arjen.”

Arjen shifted in his seat, bit his lip, bit his lip some more, then finally cracked. “Please. I need your cock in my mouth.” He leaned in, nuzzling hopefully into Max’s crotch.

“That’s good.” Max was about to call him sweetling again, then bit his tongue, remembering. He unzipped his trousers with his free hand. “You’re going to behave today, aren’t you. You’re going to do what you’re told. Say it.”

“I’ll—I’ll be good.” Arjen shut his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the bulge in Max’s underwear.

Max sucked in a breath. He wasn’t going to last a second if Arjen kept doing that. He freed himself from his underwear, but when Arjen tried to take him in his mouth, Max brought him up short. “Wait.”

“Wait?” It was a protest.

“You can suck my cock when I let you.” Max set his shoulders, taking steadying breaths, keeping himself under control. The longer he could drag this out the more explosive it would be when he finally let them both come. “You can taste me. But only a little.” He allowed Arjen to delicately taste the tip of his cock with his hot tongue.

The sweet flicker of his tongue damn nearly tipped Max straight over the edge. Max’s hands fisted as he fought to hold back. He made Arjen keep licking, but when Arjen tried to take him deeper into his mouth, Max pulled him back by the hair again. “I told you to wait.”

“But I need…” Arjen was irresistible like this, helpless with wanting.

“I know what you need. All right. Just a little more.” He let Arjen take him inch by inch into his mouth. Arjen groaned aloud, leaning into Max, his hands fisted uselessly in Max’s shirt. “You’re perfect, Arjen. You’re mine.” Max gritted his teeth and slid slowly, slowly in until he was filling Arjen’s mouth entirely. “Touch yourself now. Don’t come.”

Arjen pushed a hand into his trousers and began jerking himself off with short, frantic strokes. “Not so fast, baby.” Max made him slow down that too until he was just barely teasing himself. Arjen made a strangled sound of frustration.

There was something particularly fantastic about getting a blowjob from Arjen in his office. The sheer wickedness gave it a delicious edge. No man could have resisted him for long; Max held out as long as he could manage before he finally started fucking his mouth the way they both wanted, pulling back only to plunge in.

After all that waiting, Max only lasted half a dozen thrusts before it was just too good and the pleasure broke over him like a tide. Arjen swallowed his come eagerly. Then Max dragged Arjen onto his desk, pulling his trousers and underwear down, and pushed two slick fingers into him even as he took Arjen’s cock into his mouth. He expertly rubbed the sweet spot inside him and Arjen barely lasted a second before he came, arching up and crying out and clutching at him.

The release had been brief but intense. Arjen seemed dazed, so Max helped him put everything back to rights; he could be gentle now that he was filled with that wonderful warm glow of satisfaction. Anything to be allowed to touch him a little more. Then he kissed Arjen’s cheek, very quickly, and retreated before he could be told to leave.

He was beginning to realise just how deadly a situation he was in. Because Arjen was a whole lot more than just a fuck. Max was becoming increasingly and dangerously fascinated with him. He loved Arjen’s sharp intelligence, his defiant nature, and the cold way Arjen treated him just made him even more crazy to crack that shell. He wanted to be let in.

Max had learned better than to try to get Arjen to talk to him under normal circumstances. His best chance at having a friendly conversation with Arjen was to ambush him while he was sleepy and satisfied in bed. It was Max’s favourite time, when he was sometimes allowed to lie beside Arjen for a little while, when he could pretend everything was right.

He planned his next attack like a military campaign. He laid in supplies beforehand and lured his target into a vulnerable position. Namely, handcuffs. He dangled them enticingly in front of Arjen.

Arjen was immediately intrigued despite his attempt to hide it. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” Max turned him around by the shoulders and nuzzled into his throat from behind. He had taken his time undressing Arjen, tasting and teasing him, getting him into the right frame of mind. Dying sunlight poured thick and rich as honey through the tilted window above the double bed. “If you let me handcuff you, I’ll make it good.” He reached around to squeeze him. Arjen moaned, and leaned back into him. “Say yes.” He stroked slowly, temptingly.

“Yes.” Arjen was so easily swayed.

Max closed the handcuffs around his wrists and took a moment to adjust them. The click gave him an intense thrill; he didn’t think he’d ever exerted so much sheer power over anyone as he was about to now. “Do they hurt?”

“No.” Arjen tested his strength against them, then subsided.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you.” Max nibbled on his ear, enjoying his shiver. “I’m going to give you a safeword, okay? Just to be on the safe side. If you say the word red, everything stops. Say it back to me.”

“Red.” Arjen leaned into him harder, letting Max hold him up.