Chapter 16
Clay
When we get home from Max’s parents’ house, I can tell Max has a lot on his mind. He’s been tense since his fight with his brother, and I don’t blame him. All of this is new and probably a little scary for him, and I can’t imagine what it would feel like to know you won’t be accepted if you tell the truth. I almost feel selfish hoping one day we’ll be together openly.
“Why don’t you go relax while I put Gigi to bed?” I offer.
“Only if you promise to come find me when you’re done,” Max whispers, letting his hand linger on my hip for a few seconds.
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” I agree before heading down the hall to find Gigi in her bedroom, organizing her stuffed animals on her bed. “Ready for a bedtime story, sweetie?”
“Yeah,” Gigi agrees with a smile.
“Did you have a good birthday?” I ask as I settle onto the bed next to her.
“Uh-huh. It was really fun.” Gigi snuggles into my side as I reach for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone so we can pick up where we left off last time. “Clay?”
“Yeah, sweetie?”
“Are you coming to New York, too?”
My stomach plummets. “No sweetie, I’m not. Only your mom and Mark are going to New York. Your daddy really wants you to stay with us, but there’s a lot of complicated grown up stuff to work out.”
“I don’t want to leave you, but I don’t want to leave my mom either. I want us all to stay together.”
“Me too, sweetie.” I kiss the top of her head and then open the book and start to read.
I make it through two chapters before Gigi is snoring. I quietly slip out of her room with just one lingering glance. I don’t know what Max is going to do with Gigi across the country. I don’t know what I’ll do either.
I make sure the nightlight in the hallway is on and leave her door open a crack before sneaking into Max’s bedroom.
I’m not entirely surprised to find that Max has brought my ropes in here. But I’m certainly intrigued by the kitchen chair that’s sitting in the middle of his room.
“What do we have here?” I ask with a curious smile.
Max scoots off his bed and comes toward me with hot intent in his expression. When he reaches me, he tugs me into his arms and buries his nose against my neck.
“I’m sorry my brothers are such assholes,” Max murmurs against my skin, nibbling along the tendons in my throat.
“Shh, it’s okay, love. I’m not worried about them; I’m just worried about you.”
Max sucks hard on my skin and I gasp, pressing myself more firmly against him.
“Strip and sit in the chair, petal,” Max requests authoritatively.
My heart leaps into my throat, and all I can do is nod and follow the instructions.
I leave my clothes in a messy heap near the foot of Max’s bed, and then I have a seat on the chair. I jump a little when my bare ass hits the cool wood, but when Max approaches from behind and runs his hands along my chest, tweaking each nipple, and then down my stomach, I shiver for an entirely different reason.
“Arms around the back of the chair, please,” Max instructs in a gruff tone, again leaving no room for protest.
I bring my arms together around the back of the chair, my heart already thumping wildly in my chest.
Max binds my wrists much like he did this morning in the shower. But this time, he doesn’t leave it at that. He wraps the rope around my torso and then pulls it around the back again to twine through my arms. He moves painstakingly slow as he binds my upper body to the chair.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, my mind going so beautifully blank as Max works.
“Rope drunk,” Max murmurs as he comes around the front and runs the back of his hand along my cheek. “That’s what some of the instruction sites call this state. You’re so beautiful like this, petal.”
I watch through hooded lids as Max kneels before me and binds each of my legs to the chair as well with the same meticulous care that he bound my upper body.
I squirm in anticipation. My cock throbs in desperation, my balls already aching and heavy.
Max finishes binding my ankles to the legs of the chair, and I can feel all the tension float away as my mind goes quiet. I don’t have to worry or obsess about anything. All I have to do is feel whatever Max decides to do to my body.
Max licks his lips and gazes at my cock from his spot on his knees between my legs as a pearl of pre-cum appears at the tip. I’ve always thought Max was the most gorgeous man alive, but now that I’ve seen him preparing to suck me off, he’s reached a new level of sexy I never knew existed.
My eyes are locked on his lips, inches from my leaking cock.
I’m drunk on thoughts of him sucking me. I need his lips stretched around my shaft as his head bobs up and down my length. Will he get over excited and rush to finish? Or will he torture me with pleasure, edging me for hours with his lips and tongue until I’m crying for relief. A small shiver overtakes me, and fuck me, if I don’t hope he goes for option two.
Max wraps his hand around the base of my erection, tentatively at first but growing more confident as he strokes me, dragging his hand slowly from root to tip and back again.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes, giving myself over to him. I know Max would never hurt me or push past my boundaries. I trust Max with my life and my body, completely.
The room is filled with the sound of my panting breath and the steady rhythm of Max’s hand on me. I can smell and taste him in the air all around me, and there’s a simmering heat in the pit of my stomach.
Then I feel the first tentative lick against the head of my cock, and stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Mmm...that tastes different than I expected,” Max muses as he takes another lick like he’s trying a new flavor of ice cream.
A sense of awe fills my chest and escapes in a quiet sob. This is the first time Max is touching a man this way.
The heat of his mouth engulfs me, and I let out a strangled whimper. Without any hesitation, Max takes me half way in and wraps his hand around the base, stroking me in time each bob of his head.
My head snaps up, I need to see how hot Max looks with my cock between his lips. That’s a mental image I’ll need in my spank bank for eternity.
My breath catches at the sight. Max’s long hair spilling loose and wild over his shoulders, his eyes half lidded, and my glistening cock sliding in and out of his puffy lips.
“Holy fuck,” I grind out between my teeth, willing myself not to come yet, not let it end so quickly.
Max slows his pace and pulls off, looking up at me with affection and openness.
“Don’t come yet,” he says, but it comes out more as a question than a demand.
I whimper and clench my jaw.
“Look at you, so sexy and desperate for me,” Max praises, running his hands up my stomach and pinching my nipples before licking around the head of my cock again. “I was a little nervous to taste your cock. I didn’t know if it would freak me out to have a dick in my mouth. But god, you taste so good. I love the way I can feel you grow harder against my tongue, and the salty taste of your skin. And, those sounds you’re making are driving me crazy. I think I could happily spend the rest of my life right here on my knees for you.”
A sob of delight rips from my chest, and I squirm again, wanting so badly to feel Max’s hot mouth around me, making me come.
Mercifully, he wraps his lips around me again and returns to the same maddeningly slow sucking that’s not likely to make me come anytime soon. My head falls forward as I get lost in the sensations lighting my body on fire. The soft ropes rub against my bare skin nearly everywhere, sending jolts of pleasure through me. My balls throb as Max takes his time with my cock in his mouth.
I lose track of time as my mind settles into the calm place. It feels like Max brings me to the brink at least a dozen times before slowing down and pulling me back.
Saliva drips down my cock and pools around my ass, making my hole twitch to be filled.
My entire body is like one giant, pulsing orgasm waiting to happen as Max picks up speed, taking me as deep as he can and using his hand to help.
This time as the heat rises in the pit of my stomach and my balls draw up tight, he doesn’t slow his pace. I bite my lip against the moans that threaten to escape.
“Please Max, I’m so close,” I whimper. My toes curl into the carpet and my body trembles with the force of pleasure that rips through me. “Oh god, Max.”
He doesn’t pull off, sucking me through the earth-shattering orgasm and taking all my cum down his throat without complaint.
I slump against the chair, drained and satisfied beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
Max stands and unzips his pants, pulling out his flushed, throbbing erection and jerks himself forcefully. Each one of his grunts and groans sends a shot of pleasure to my already spent dick. And then he tenses, and shot after shot of thick cum hit my chest and stomach. I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of being marked by Max—claimed, owned.
I barely notice as he unties me and carries me to his bed. I feel the rough fabric of a towel against my skin, cleaning Max’s release off me. And then the bed shifts as he climbs in beside me and sleep pulls me under.
Max
“Daddy, are you and Clay having a sleepover?” Gigi’s whisper startles me awake. I clutch for the bed sheet and pull it up so she doesn’t see anything.
“Uh, yeah, princess,” I answer quickly. “Why don’t you go to the kitchen, and I’ll be right out to make you breakfast?”
Gigi shrugs and skips out of my bedroom.
I glance over at Clay, still fast asleep beside me and looking breathtakingly peaceful. I smile at the memory of last night. I never thought I could enjoy going down on another man, but that was hot as hell. I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised; I’ve always enjoyed pleasuring my partners, even above myself. And having a dick in my mouth wasn’t nearly as strange as I expected it to be. After all, when you think about it, all genitals in your mouth are strange as it is.
I brush a kiss to Clay’s cheek and climb out of bed. I grab a pair of sweatpants out of my dresser, tug on a t-shirt, and then go to find Gigi.
I find her in the kitchen dancing around with one of her bunny stuffed animals. I slide into a chair and smile at the missing one at the other end of the table.
“Can I talk to you for a second, princess?” I ask, patting the seat of the chair beside me.
I may not be ready to tell the world. But there’s no reason not to talk to Gigi about what’s going on with Clay and me.
“Sweetie, you know how your mom and Mark hold hands and kiss, and they want to be together forever?” Gigi nods and ties her bunny’s ears in knots and then unties them. “How would you feel if Clay and I were like that, too?”
“You love Clay?” Gigi asks.
“There are a lot of ways to love someone. And I do love Clay as a friend, and maybe soon I’ll love him as more than a friend.” I don’t know why I’m giving a child such a complicated explanation, but she just nods again like it makes complete sense to her.
“So, I’d have three daddies and a mommy?”
“Maybe someday. Would that be okay?”
“Clay is fun. I like him,” Gigi declares. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”
I chuckle. If only everyone could see things as simply as a child. “Sure, sweetie.”
I fumble through helping Gigi make pancakes, not quite as practiced at it as Clay is. But we manage not to burn them, so I’m calling that a win.
Clay enters the kitchen still dressed in his pajamas with a big yawn. With the newfound freedom of my confession to Gigi, I step forward and pull my man into a quick kiss.
He stumbles but smiles and then casts a curious look from me to Gigi.
“My daddy wants to kiss you and be with you forever,” Gigi declares with a smile.
“Forever?” Clay coughs, his eyes going wide.
“Relax petal, it was a hypothetical. What I was explaining to Gigi is that you and I are together like Jess is with Mark.”
“Oh,” Clay relaxes and smiles at Gigi. “Are you happy about that, sweetie?”
Gigi shrugs. “I think kissing is gross.”
“Good, you don’t need to be kissing anybody for at least twenty years.”
Clay laughs and goes to grab the maple syrup out of the fridge.
I go to grab the extra chair out of my bedroom, so Clay has somewhere to sit.
Once we’re all seated and digging into breakfast, my mind wanders back to Gigi’s question earlier. I watch Clay as he makes Gigi laugh, and my heart swells.
For five years, Clay has been the person I’ve leaned on, looked forward to spending time with the most, and always sought to share both my happiness and failures with. I don’t know how it possibly took me this long to see how in love with him I am.
Clay glances over at me and cocks his head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How am I looking at you, petal?”
“Like a weirdo. Stop it; you’re creeping me out,” he demands and we both laugh.
Yeah, there’s no doubt I’m head over heels for this man.