Max thrust upward. Hard. “Jesus, Cherry. You sound so innocent saying something so dirty.”
Jeremy blinked, then smiled.” You like that idea?”
“You could say that.” He gripped Jeremy’s hips. “You make me want to lose control.”
Yes. “That’s what I want.” Jeremy wasn’t laughing now. “I know it’ll hurt, but I want you to be on top. Hold me down and fuck me.” His ass felt stretched wide sitting on Max’s cock. He was ready. He wanted this. “Then come on my ass.”
Fingers pulling Jeremy’s hair hard, Max drew him low for a rough kiss before lifting him off his cock, hands firm on Jeremy’s hips. His strength was such a turn-on, and Jeremy sighed with pleasure, spreading his legs eagerly as Max covered him with his weight.
Again, the blunt pressure of the head of Max’s cock felt big, the stretch burning. But Jeremy tilted his hips, clinging to his shoulders and urging him on. He was panting and sweat slicked his skin where Max’s big body met his with a powerful thrust. Jeremy was opened so far, his knees up almost in his armpits now, and the shove of Max’s cock into his ass had him trembling and flushed, every nerve ending on alert.
Max looked down at him, one hand caressing Jeremy’s face and hair. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Don’t stop.” His own voice sounded wrecked. It was too much, but also not enough. It was everything. “I can take it.”
And he did.
Max’s thrusts were long and powerful, their flesh smacking as he drove home steadily. Jeremy cried out, Max encouraging him to be loud. To be free. He was pinned by Max’s muscular body, taking every inch of his cock, his own shaft leaking against his belly.
“You’re so tight.” Max gasped. “I can’t hold out much longer.” He worked Jeremy’s aching cock as he fucked him powerfully, pinning him down.
Jeremy’s orgasm ripped from him, and he shouted as he painted his stomach, shaking under Max’s heavy, straining body. The pleasure burned white hot. He shivered with aftershocks when Max eased out slowly and sat back on his heels—then tore off the condom and finished with a few strokes.
Holding himself open with trembling hands, Jeremy watched Max come on his ass, feeling the wet smacks of jizz before Max dove down and licked with hot gasps, his tongue almost frantic as he cleaned around Jeremy’s tender hole.
Jeremy whimpered, the friction a bit too much, and Max slowed, moving up his body and easing his legs down, licking Jeremy’s load from his stomach, then holding him close and kissing his throat.
“I’m really not a virgin anymore.” Jeremy had the crazy thought that he might look different and laughed out loud. “That always felt like the final frontier or something.”
Max chuckled with a gust of warm breath. “I get it. Cherry no more.” He reached down and grazed Jeremy’s tender hole with his fingertips. “Final frontier, huh? To boldly go where no man has gone before?”
Jeremy shivered at the delicate, delicious touch. “Does that make you Captain Kirk?”
“Excuse you—I’m clearly Picard.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You fucked my brains out.”
Max laughed, nuzzling Jeremy’s cheek, his fingers just lightly pressing now against Jeremy’s hole. “I’ll forgive you,” Max murmured against his skin. “You’re amazing.”
“Am I?” Although Jeremy’s eyes were heavy, his mind snapped into gear. Max had certainly seemed to get off, but surely he’d been with guys with more experience. Jeremy probably could have done things better. Like when he’d—
“Baby.”
He opened his eyes to find Max above him, propped on one arm. “You’re amazing,” he repeated. “That was incredible. Stop second-guessing. I can hear you worrying.”
Jeremy had to laugh. “Guilty as charged. And that really was amazing.” He blinked drowsily. “Best pirate sex I could ask for.”
Chuckling, Max kissed his forehead with a simple press of lips. “Arrgh, matey. Glad I could shiver your timbers.”
“You definitely won’t have to walk the plank.” Jeremy was drifting off now.
Max yawned. “I feel like there’s a booty joke here somewhere.” He tugged one of the blankets over them, and Jeremy snuggled against him, smiling against Max’s sweaty chest.
“What’s wrong?” Jeremy paused in rolling the throw blankets.
Dressed again, Max stood by the table in the fairy lights’ soft glow. He stared at his phone, the screen going dark. He didn’t answer.
“Max?” Jeremy abandoned the blankets on the hearth, pushing to his feet and rubbing his hands on his jeans nervously. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
“It’s nothing.” Max jammed his phone in his pocket and smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. Jeremy definitely knew him well enough now to spot that.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” He tried for a smile himself. “I’m surprised there’s even service out here.”
“Didn’t used to be.” Max hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “It’s dark. We should get back or they’ll worry.”
“Okay. Are you sure—”
“It’s fine!” Max snapped. He inhaled sharply. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Oh.” Jeremy nodded and went back to rolling the blankets. He kept his head down, telling himself not to get upset. Not to feel ridiculously hurt.
Tense silence stretched out as they packed up. Jeremy had felt incredible—waking from a doze warm and snug in Max’s arms. After they had full-on sex. He’d had sex. His ass was sore in the best way, and Max had been so considerate, and everything had been perfect.
Max said with forced cheer, “Ready to head back?”
This was the part where Jeremy was supposed to go along with it and act like nothing was wrong. Max had apologized. Jeremy should just leave it alone. They were still getting to know each other. It wasn’t his place to pry. But pretending was what he’d been doing with his parents.
He didn’t want to be civil with Max.
He took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s none of my business, but I wish you’d tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”
Max sighed. “Baby, you have enough to worry about.”
Jeremy motioned to the hearth. “I thought we had a connection. Not just sex. The things we did together—it was special to me. You brought me home with you for Christmas. I know we just met, but…” He ordered himself to stop talking. He was going to ruin everything.
He’d never been more vulnerable with another person. Not his parents or Sean, or any friends. He’d opened up to Max completely. Body and soul. Maybe he wasn’t being fair, but Max’s silence felt like a slap in the face. Like rejection.
Max was shaking his head with a pinched expression. Jeremy barreled on. “I know you have this whole fairy godfather thing. And I love how protective and sweet you are. But I don’t want it to be one-sided. I’ve told you so many things. Big things. After what we just did, it hurts that you’re not telling me what’s upsetting you. I trust you. Don’t you trust me?”