Chapter 26
Max
I drag myself up the stairs to my apartment after a long ass day. I can’t wait to crawl into bed and call Clay. The only thing that would be better would be if Clay was here with me, so I could touch him, kiss him, and reassure myself that he’s still mine.
I stop short when I notice someone sitting in the hallway, leaning against my apartment door.
I blink a few times, refusing to believe my eyes.
“Clay?” I ask, praying I’m not wrong.
He turns his head and smiles, and my heart swells.
“Max,” he says, climbing to his feet.
“Holy shit,” I breathe before sprinting toward him and pulling my man into my arms. His small body fits against mine just as I remembered, and he smells even better than ever. “What are you doing here?”
Clay opens his mouth to answer, but I can’t resist pressing my lips to his, savoring his taste. I lick into his mouth, and we both moan.
“Let’s go inside,” Clay suggest breathlessly.
I reluctantly set him down and fish my keys out of my pocket. As soon as we’re inside and the door is closed behind us, I scoop him up again and beeline for my bedroom.
“I fucking missed you,” I murmur against the sweet skin on his throat. I can’t stop kissing, nipping, gorging myself on his flavor. “I need you so badly, petal.”
“I need you too, baby.”
I drop Clay onto my bed and waste no time getting him undressed. With his bindings packed away in my closet, I make use of his shirt to secure his hands to my headboard. And then I lick my way across the smooth plains of his chest and stomach. I know he likes when I edge him for hours, but I’m too impatient right now for that.
“I promise I’ll take care of you so good later, but right now I need to get inside you.”
“Yes, please Max,” Clay agrees with a whimper.
I shed my own clothes and then reach for the lube on my nightstand. Good thing I needed it for jerking off, otherwise we’d be shit out of luck.
I return to Clay, spread out and bound to my bed, his breath coming out in short pants and his skin beautifully flushed.
I cover his body with mine and devour his mouth again. I’ll never get enough of the feel of his skin against mine or his scent surrounding me. I want to get lost in every part of him. I want to make Clay shake and cry out with ecstasy.
“Please get inside me,” he begs, before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth.
I coat my fingers with lube and slide them between his cheeks, over his quivering hole. He’s so tight and so perfect as I slide my middle finger inside slowly. Clay bucks his hips, but I maintain a steady pace as I stretch him open to take me. I add a second finger, slicking his insides.
“Are you ready for me, petal?”
“Yes,” he breathes with desperation.
I use the remainder of the lube to coat my throbbing cock and then position myself against his hot entrance.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I plead as I steadily press inside.
“God, I’m yours; I’ve always been yours. I love you,” Clay babbles as I pop through the tight ring of muscles, and his hole sucks me deep.
“I love you,” I reply, my voice tight with restraint as I bottom out inside my man.
“Don’t be gentle,” Clay gasps, bucking his hips to encourage me.
I pull out and slam home, and we both let out relieved cries. I repeat the motion, fucking into him hard and fast. Clay’s head tips back, his mouth falling open as I set a punishing pace.
His cock rubs against my abs, leaving me sticky with his pre-cum. I claim his mouth again without slowing my thrusts, and he returns my kiss with fervor.
His body starts to tremble against mine as I push his legs higher, so I can hit his prostate with every thrust.
“Ohgodyes,” he cries out, and then he tenses. His already tight channel clamps down around me, and a groan tears from my throat at the unholy pleasure he draws from me. My balls pull up tight, and I empty myself deep inside him as his release paints my stomach.
What feels like an eternity of pleasure later, I roll off Clay and tug his hands free of the makeshift binding. Then, I pull him into my arms.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper.
“I’m staying,” he replies.
“You’re what?” I ask, not daring to believe he means what I hope he does.
“I’m staying. I’m going to sell On Pointe to Beck. I’ll have to go home one more time and pack up all my stuff.”
“Yeah, I didn’t see a suitcase or anything. Where’s your stuff?”
“I couldn’t wait. I missed you too much. I decided a few hours ago I had to see you, and I got on the first flight out here.”
“And you’re staying?”
“If you still want me, of course.”
“Still want you?” I laugh incredulously. “Petal, there will never be a moment when my heart is beating that I don’t want you. Don’t you dare ever doubt that.”
“I love you, Max.”
“I don’t know how I got so lucky, but god, I love you so much, Clay.” I kiss his cheeks and his nose, then his lips. “We should get married,” I blurt.
“What?” Clay asks, drawing in a sharp breath. “You’re not serious?”
“Hell yeah, I’m serious. I don’t have a ring or anything, so I’ll have to do this properly another day. But I want you for the rest of my life. Please, be my husband?”
“Yes!” Clay climbs on top of me kisses me long and deep until we’re both breathless.
I can’t believe I almost missed out on all of this. If I’d been too afraid to explore these feelings, I would’ve gone the rest of my life never knowing what it’s like to love and be loved by my best friend.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say against his lips.
“Back at you, love.”
The End