Falling Bundle

by Jace, Alex

  “Y-yes.” Arjen was panting against him; Max could feel his heart racing where Max’s hand was fisted in his shirt.

  Max nuzzled into the sweet plane of his throat, wanting to bite. “What did I say?”

  “You said you’d…” Arjen shifted in his grip, reddening.

  “Say it, sweetling.”

  “You said you’d suck me off.”

  “And should I?” Max gave into the urge to bite; Arjen shuddered at the scrape of his teeth over the fragile pulse. “You want that?”

  Arjen nodded eagerly. Max liked him in this obedient mood. Max tugged his earlobe with his teeth. “Then come with me.”

  This was far from the first time Max had hooked up at the bar. If you brazened your way through the door marked private and took a left, there was a little back office where you wouldn’t be caught hooking up. Max dragged a protesting Arjen into the office—it was just a cupboard with a desk, a bare bulb overhead, long ago abandoned to the spiders—and pushed him up against the door. He must have pushed too hard, because Arjen gave a startled yelp as his back hit the door. Arjen had probably never had this kind of quick, illicit blowjob before; Max closed in before he could talk himself out of it. Max kissed him silent, kissed him breathless, wanting him thoroughly melted. Only once Arjen was clinging to him again did Max let him catch his breath. He was never going to take his hands off Arjen again; he was going to keep him here at his mercy forever.

  Patience. This was only the first step.

  “Strip,” Max ordered.

  Arjen tensed against him. “Here?”

  Max was going to get him into the habit of doing what he was told. Max pinned him harder against the door, emphasising Max’s greater strength. “Strip. Now.”

  It took Arjen a moment, but he started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Max opened his belt for him, shoved his trousers and underwear down as he struggled out of his shirt, leaving him exposed under Max’s hungry gaze.

  Max took a long moment to enjoy the view. Arjen was lean and slim without being too muscular; Max liked to be the one with all the muscle. In this light Arjen’s skin glowed a warm gold. Arjen shivered in the cold air and bit his lip, his eyes extremely dark, shadowed by darker lashes. Perfect.

  It took Max a deliberately long time to work his way down his body. He kissed down his throat, found the sensitive hollow at the base, then followed the trail of dark hair running down the centre of his stomach, letting the anticipation build. When he got too low Arjen moaned and tried to grab his hair, but Max slapped his hands away. “No touching. Hold onto the door.”

  Arjen put his hands obediently on the door. He was trembling, his muscles taut beneath Max’s restraining hand. If he kept biting his lip in that sexy way Max was going to lose his cool.

  Max had no problem giving blowjobs, but what he especially enjoyed was his partner’s reaction, and Arjen proved delightfully responsive. Max made him whimper with every touch, licked him and made him gasp, played with his balls and Arjen tipped his head back against the door with a cry of desperation. By the time Max took him into his mouth Arjen was already struggling to hold back. He panted and clutched and clearly couldn’t stand this, squirming under Max’s mouth, trying not to push deeper.

  It was unbelievably good. Those pleading cries tested the limits of Max’s self-control, making him unbearably hard. He braced his hands on Arjen’s thighs, hot muscle beneath his palms, and fought the urge to spread them open. It would only take moments to drive into him and get him clenching around him. How Arjen would scream when Max entered him. It would be fantastic.

  Time to get him off before Max lost it completely. Max took him in deeper, fondling his balls, and he hadn’t planned to do this but Arjen was so fucking irresistible—he ran his finger back between Arjen’s parted thighs. When he found that tight little pucker with his fingertip Arjen jumped against him with a yelp of surprise. Max pinned him down ruthlessly, one arm braced across his taut stomach, and kept sucking, circling his pucker lightly, teasing him with just a little pressure. “Max,” Arjen panted, clinging to the door, his muscles trembling under Max’s restraining arm, and Max couldn’t resist; he breached him ever so gently with one fingertip.

  Arjen came violently, crying out as he clenched tight around that fingertip, shuddering and gasping with each pulse of his orgasm.

  Wow. Arjen had come so hard that even Max was feeling a little dazed. He drank in Arjen’s pleasure, his surrender, the helpless shivers that still ran through him. Proof that Max had completely undone him.

  Max got to his feet, taking deep breaths, fighting for control. Otherwise he was going to fuck Arjen right here and now. Arjen looked so dazed, so flushed, that it sent a hot jolt of pure hunger through him. Arjen seemed unable to meet his eyes. Max had clearly shaken him very deeply.

  Max was so fucking hard. Max caught his wrist and pushed his hand into Max’s trousers, curling his fingers firmly around Max’s cock. Arjen started—it must be the first time he’d ever touched another man’s cock—but Max didn’t let him shy away; he turned his face into Arjen’s hot throat and growled, grinding hard against him, pumping into his hand. Arjen’s fingers curled uncertainly around him, then tightened with more confidence until Max groaned. One day soon he was going to get this man into his bed. Spread his legs and give him what they both needed. He’d fuck Arjen over and over until he begged for mercy. Max squeezed his ass, enjoying his gasp, and came hard into Arjen’s hand.

  The white heat of his climax ripped through him. For a moment he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He could only grip Arjen tight, keeping Arjen’s hand wrapped around his cock, as he shuddered out the last of his release.

  Afterward he stayed there for a time, leaning into the heat of his body. Arjen felt good against him, warm and steady. Max pulled away reluctantly.

  Arjen looked at his sticky fingers and bit his lip, colouring even more. Max felt the fierce urge to make him suck his fingers clean, but resisted. All in good time.

  Max put one hand on the door over his head and leaned in. Arjen shrank slightly, but Max only tipped up his chin gently to steal a kiss from him. “Was that good?” Not that he needed to ask.

  “Yes,” Arjen said in a whisper.

  “You liked my finger?”

  Arjen tried to turn his face away; Max turned his face firmly back. “Say it.”

  “Yes.” Arjen went crimson.

  “Good.” The memory of how fucking tight he’d been rose up unbidden and Max stifled a growl. He’d only had Arjen on the very tip of his finger and already he could barely think about anything but getting inside him. He cupped Arjen’s cheek, making Arjen meet his eyes. “Ever sucked cock before?”

  “No.” Arjen started biting his lip again, apprehensive.

  “Next time I’m putting you on your knees, sweetling. Giving you a good lesson on how to please me. I think you’ll like it. Be here. On time. If you’re not there at ten o’clock I’m not going to let you get off.” He claimed another lingering kiss. “Will you be good this time?”

  Arjen nodded. Now that was progress.

  This time, Arjen was there at ten o’clock.

  He sat alone at the bar, looking down at his drink and fidgeting. A blue light overhead rained down colour on his bent head. Max took a moment to just enjoy the sight of him, here at his command. Then Max moved in beside him with a warm hand on his shoulder. Arjen stiffened immediately, a quick intake of breath; he relaxed only a fraction when he saw it was Max. “Evening, sweetheart,” Max said.

  “Don’t call me sweetheart.” Arjen went back to staring moodily at his drink.

  Max took a seat beside him. He let his hand linger on his shoulder. “How are we feeling?”

  “Fine.” Arjen hunched his shoulders. He suddenly seemed very young, maybe twenty-five at most, ten years younger than Max.

  Max crooked a finger for the bartender and ordered himself a drink. He was pleasantly hard already, he’d been anticipating this all day, but he co
uld wait for Arjen to be ready. He sipped his whiskey, rolling the alcohol on his tongue.

  “How do you always know?” Arjen said at last, that uneven note back in his voice.

  “Know what?” Max stroked his shoulder soothingly.

  “What I want.”

  Ah. “I’m good at reading people. I always have been. The first time you looked at me, I knew you wanted me. I just had to reel you in.”

  Arjen shifted unhappily in his seat. Turned his glass between his fingers. “I shouldn’t…”

  Max slung his arm around his shoulders, surprising himself with the protectiveness of the gesture. He wanted to shelter Arjen from the world. “Sweetling, it’s the twenty-first century. It’s okay to like men. No need to beat yourself up over it.”

  “Does everybody know? When they look at me?”

  “No. Just me.” He ruffled Arjen’s hair. “I know this is scary, but you’re doing yourself a favour, okay? Finding out what you like, what you enjoy. Exploring. You can stand to relax a little more.”

  “What else do you know about me?” Arjen gave him a sidelong glance.

  Well, that was just too tempting. Max drew him closer with his arm curving around his shoulders. “I know you get more turned on the more I push you around.”

  “I do not.” Arjen reddened. Max loved that. His fair skin showed every moment of embarrassment.

  “You do. When I remind you that I’m bigger than you, stronger than you, you get off on it.” Max took a gentle grip on the back of his neck; Arjen caught his breath, his eyes darkening. “See? You like that, right?”

  “I don’t…” Arjen shifted under his grip, not quite pulling away.

  “This is what I’m good at. People tell themselves all sorts of bullshit about what they like, what kind of person they are. I cut through all that because I recognise what people really want. What they need. I see straight to their dark secrets, their kinky fantasies.” Max stroked his thigh gently, still holding him by the back of the neck, reached further to cup the front of his trousers. Arjen made a small stifled sound. Max kept stroking, coaxing, leaning in to murmur in his ear. “You’re safe with me, sweetling. I’ll be gentle with you. Just let me give you what you need.”

  Arjen leaned his head against Max’s shoulder. It was a simple gesture of trust that had Max hardening painfully in his trousers. “I want…”

  “I know. You want to suck me off.” He kept up his slow stroking. “You want to touch me. Taste me. Suck me.” He whispered the last against Arjen’s ear, nipped his earlobe, making Arjen shudder. “First time I saw you I wanted you on your knees. Pleasing me. I want you to enjoy it. I’d like you to come for me with my cock in your mouth. Think you can do that?”

  Arjen leaned into him without resistance. Max wanted very badly to fuck him, but part of him wanted equally intensely to stay right here holding him. Protecting him.

  Stupid thought. Max was only here to fuck him, nothing more.

  He took Arjen by the elbow and urged him to his feet. “Come on, sweetling. Let me teach you.”

  He kept his grip on Arjen’s elbow as he led Arjen into the empty office. He knew his touch was the only thing anchoring Arjen; if he let go, Arjen might panic. He pushed Arjen gently into the room ahead of him. Closed the door. Arjen was taking shaky breaths, on the edge of panic.

  Max put a hand on his shoulder and pushed down. Arjen resisted for a moment, then when Max said, “Arjen,” it seemed to remind him of his desire to obey and he sank to his knees. The sight of Arjen on his knees in front of him, looking up at him half in fear, half in desire, pushed Max’s control to the limit; his hands fisted as he fought down the urge to just grab Arjen and force deep into his mouth. Breathe. He needed to take this slowly. He wanted Arjen to be as utterly abandoned in his pleasure as he had been when Max had teased him with that fingertip.

  He slid his fingers into Arjen’s hair and took a firm grip. “You’re going to be good for me. Aren’t you?” He gave Arjen a gentle shake. “Talk to me, Arjen.”

  “I’ll be good,” Arjen said, his voice unsteady.

  “You keep your hands in your lap. You don’t push me away. You don’t touch yourself until I let you.”

  “Okay.”

  “That’s my sweetheart.” Max pushed Arjen’s face into his crotch. Arjen tensed at first, but Max rubbed deliberately against his face, pressing his hardness against his mouth. Arjen shut his eyes with a whimper. “Is this the first time you’ve been up close with a man’s cock? You need to get used to it, because you’ll be doing this for me again. Often.” Max opened his belt with his free hand. Dragged down the zip. Arjen shut his eyes tighter, afraid to cross this final threshold. “Look at it, sweetling. Look at it.” Max tugged on his hair, not to hurt him, just to startle him.

  Those dark eyes opened wide and Arjen stared at Max’s cock for the first time. The look on his face was delicious, hunger and fear at the same time. He was drinking it in, the sight of it, the scent, the size. Max was under no illusions—he was dauntingly big. Arjen swallowed hard; Max could practically see him imagining it, what it would feel like in his mouth. What it would taste like.

  That was enough time to think. Max didn’t want him talking himself out of it. Max pushed his face back into his crotch, fingers tight in his hair, stifling his half-hearted attempt to pull away. Arjen was panting, hot and fast. His hands were fisted obediently in his lap.

  Max ran the hot tip of his cock delicately along Arjen’s lower lip, painting it with salty precome. Arjen’s tongue darted out, a quick flicker taking in the taste. It must be the first time he’d ever tasted a man’s fluids. The thought was so fierce, so possessive that Max’s balls tightened as Max fought the urge to push into his mouth and spill himself onto his tongue. He barely managed to restrain himself. Jesus, he was so hard it hurt. He stroked himself a few times to take the fierce edge off his need. “How’s that?” Max murmured, keeping Arjen’s face pressed into his crotch. “Good?”

  Arjen made a low sound, his eyes still shut. Beyond speech. Max needed to be very gentle with him.

  “Touch yourself, but don’t come until I tell you to.”

  Arjen pushed a hand into his trousers and groaned aloud. Max pressed the tip against his mouth. “Lick it.”

  Arjen was breathing very fast, almost hyperventilating as he stroked himself frantically, but his tongue darted out to find the tip of Max’s cock.

  Jesus. If he kept doing that Max wasn’t going to last a second. “Good. That’s good.” Max made himself stay in control, fighting his racing heart and the urge to shove into his mouth. “More.”

  Arjen licked him again, a long swipe of his tongue, then kept licking him. He was getting into it, making these sweet sounds of hunger as he explored, taking in the heat of it, the taste, the pulse. He was licking eagerly now, so Max slid just an inch into his mouth and Arjen took him in easily, pulling against his grip to take more of him. Max clenched his jaw as he fought the need to climax right then and there. Slowly. Slowly. Max growled, “Good,” as he slid deeper, “good, that’s so fucking good.” The note in his voice was raw and possessive.

  It was a fierce kind of pleasure to push into Arjen’s mouth, still keeping a tight grip on his hair. He was the first man ever to be buried deep in his mouth. It felt fucking fantastic.

  “You like this, don’t you. You like it all.” He started a steady rhythm, sliding in and out, in and out. Arjen made a choked sound of desperation; he must be very close to the edge. “Look at you jerking yourself off. You’re going to finish early, aren’t you. Well, you can’t. You can come when I do and not before.” In and out, in and out. Arjen was so dazed, so compliant, letting Max fuck his mouth as he touched himself. “Feels good, doesn’t it? The loss of control. Letting me do what I want with you. I can do this for you every night, sweetling.” Max’s breath was coming ragged as he started to lose his own control. He tightened his grip and started to thrust harder. “You want me to come in your mouth. You want to taste me. I
know you do. Keep sucking—I’ll—”

  His climax hit him like an avalanche. Everything else whited out; the force of it swept him away. Arjen came helplessly, his cry strangled as he shuddered, as Max spilled himself triumphantly into his mouth.

  Arjen choked at first, but Max’s grip tightened reflexively and Arjen swallowed as Max poured hot come down his throat. Max kept him there until the last pulses of his climax had ended and Arjen had swallowed every last drop.

  Finally he eased out. Arjen seemed shaken; Max would have guessed that nobody had ever gotten Arjen off so hard. He tugged Arjen to his feet and wrapped him up in his arms.

  He told himself it was just good business. These experiences were clearly very intense for Arjen, and the better Max looked after him, the more likely Arjen was to come back for more. Nothing to do with his own feelings. Nothing at all. Max had never gotten emotionally involved in his entire life; he was not going to start now.

  “Well done,” Max purred once he judged he’d given Arjen enough time to recover. “You were very good. Was that as good as you fantasised about?”

  “Mm.” Arjen gave a contented sigh, and snuggled deeper into his arms.

  This was only about getting Arjen into his bed. Nothing else. He kept telling himself that. “Soon,” Max murmured into his ear, taking him by the chin so he couldn’t hide his face in Max’s shoulder, “I’m going to fuck you.” Arjen tried to turn his face away; Max wouldn’t let him. “I’m going to take you home and put you in my bed where you belong. I’ll take my time with you. I’ll get you good and ready for me. Then I’ll push inside you and I’ll make you come so hard you can’t even scream. The whole time you’ll be begging and carrying on, and I just. Won’t. Stop.”

  Arjen shuddered against him, caught in the intensity of their shared desire. It was going to be so good.

  “Here’s my address and phone number.” Max slid a scrap of paper into Arjen’s back pocket. “Come to me when you’re ready.”