“I think the chef heard my challenge and is embracing it,” Ethan muttered as he stirred his tiny spoon in the cup. “Something tells me that by the end of dinner, my taste buds will be wowed but my stomach will be growling.”
“We can stop by Burger King on the way home.”
The quick grin Ethan shot him lifted Max’s mood better than any pep talk.
“I’m trying to remain open-minded about what’s happening,” he told Ethan. “I may be jumping to conclusions. I may be assigning negative motivations where there are none. Please don’t take me as being overly negative or quick to blame my parents.”
“Please. If anyone has a right to, it’s you. Your dad especially has pulled some wild super villain stuff, even if it was inept super villain stuff. They have to earn our trust. And unfortunately, it looks like it’s going to take longer than we’d like.”
“I agree.”
Ethan pushed his cup away. “I had a thought earlier today before any of the stupid stuff with Theo happened. After hearing what you’ve been dealing with, I’m thinking it’s a pretty good idea: what if we hit up Indiana for a couple of days? It lets us get away from everything and we can check on the status of the wedding. My parents will be thrilled and they’ll pamper and spoil us which, to be frank, I think we could use.”
Max mentally ran through his schedule for the week. It wasn’t promising.
It didn’t matter.
“I’ll book us a flight for tomorrow.”
Ethan gaped at him. “Just like that? Don’t you have—”
“I’m the boss,” Max cut him off. “If I can’t change my schedule at a moment’s notice, who can?”
“That’s ballsy, Max. I know for a fact you’ve got meetings lined up.”
Max gave him a quelling look. “It won’t be a problem. We leave for Indiana tomorrow. Inform your mother as soon as we leave here.”
He watched Ethan shift in his seat. “I gotta admit, Max, I’m kind turned on right now.”
“Attracted to take-charge men, are you? That’s new.”
Ethan bit his lips to hold back his laughter. “Is it?”
Max felt his own body reacting to Ethan’s admission. It never failed to surprise him how quickly he could respond whenever Ethan revealed or admitted to sexual arousal. The moment he learned that Ethan wanted him was the same moment Max wanted to take him.
“Are you enjoying your meal so far?” he asked.
Ethan was caught off-guard by the change of subject. “Er, yeah. I mean, so far I’ve eaten about a hundred and fifty calories, but they’ve been a tasty hundred and fifty calories.”
“Do you wish to taste the remaining six courses?”
His groin grew warm at the startled look that crossed Ethan’s face, a look which quickly shifted into intrigue.
“You’d blow off the hottest reservation in town?”
“I’ve grown hungry for a different delicacy.”
Ethan grinned. “Let me guess: a super sexy, blond submissive?”
“I’ve heard he’s offering a tasting menu that lasts all night,” Max said, gazing at him intently in a way he knew made Ethan hot.
“Holy hell.” Ethan looked around him, anxious, but for the right reasons. “This is going to look weird.”
“If I pay the bill, there won’t be any complaints.” Max raised his hand discreetly, catching their server’s attention. “We’d like the bill, please. We need to go.”
“Oh! Okay. Yes. Just—uh, just give me a moment, sir.” She spun, then paused and turned back. “Would you like me to pack the rest of your courses to-go?”
Max shook his head politely. “We have something waiting for us back home.”
~~~~~
“Faster,” Max ordered softly, but with authority.
“I’m...trying,” Ethan gasped.
“Are you?” Max slapped Ethan’s ass and gritted his teeth as Ethan clenched tighter around his cock. “Is that what you need, hmm?” He spanked him again, sharply. Ethan arched his back and slammed himself down harder on Max’s hips. “That’s more like it. Keep it up.”
“Yes, M-Max,” Ethan stuttered. He shut his eyes and tipped his head back. Max ran both hands up his chest, appreciating the muscular view.
They hadn’t wasted time upon returning to the condo. Clothes off, wrist bindings out, and both into the bedroom. Max reclined on the bed while Ethan, with hands bound behind his back, bounced on his cock. In contrast, Ethan’s cock was beautifully bound up with red rope and not having nearly as much fun as Max’s.
As he watched Ethan’s thigh muscles bulge and flex as he lifted and dropped himself, Max questioned whether using sex to relieve their aggravations was healthy. They did it often, and had since they’d gotten together. Now, of course, an emotional component was often involved as they bared their vulnerabilities and frustrations to each other. But whether their problems were emotion-driven or not, sex was the solution, and Max didn’t see that changing because it never failed to work.
His parents weren’t on his mind—thank god—as he dug his heels into the mattress and thrust up, pushing a cry out of Ethan as he drove his cock deeper into him. Work wasn’t on his mind, either, as he grabbed Ethan’s nipples and ruthlessly pinched them until Ethan curled his shoulders forward and whimpered. Max’s mind was filled only with his husband—the feel of him, the sound of him, the need to completely demolish him and leave him a shuddering wreck. The power Max called upon to make this strong, beautiful man shiver and flinch, was nearly as pleasurable as penetrating him with his cock. Though of course, there was much pleasure to be found in that.
He gripped Ethan’s hips and held him down as he powered up, thrusting hard and fast.
“Take it,” Max growled as he pistoned into Ethan’s body. “Take my cock. You can’t do anything else.”
“Max...” Ethan choked out, back bowing as Max drilled into him relentlessly. “It’s deep. Too deep.”
“I’ll go deeper, then.” Max slammed upward. “Until you taste my cock in your throat.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” Ethan writhed, shoulder muscles flexing beautifully as he strained to free his hands. “Max—I can’t.”
“You can. You will. Just like you always do, you little slut.”
Ethan moaned and the color in his cheeks darkened as more blood rushed to his face.
“Yes, I know what you are,” Max said darkly, his excitement rushing through his veins like heroin. Talking dirty to Ethan was one of his greatest pleasures in life, second only to actually fucking him. “You think I don’t know that you’d do anything for cock? You’re a dirty little slut who likes to be slapped around.”
Ethan moaned again and shuddered. “Max...” He sounded both humiliated and turned-on.
“You’re going to take everything I give you because that’s why you’re here. To be fucked for as long as I feel like fucking you.”
He slapped Ethan’s ass again, hard enough to make his own palm sting. The pain was only a reminder that Ethan suffered worse so Max kept spanking him, turning his ass cheeks rosy red, until Max could feel their heat.