Authors: Lolita Lopez
crawling over him, pressing him to the mattress and devouring his mouth. Max’s mind
reeled as Chris made love to him. He throbbed with desire. Flashes of cold and hot
raced through his body as Chris’ lips and tongue and teeth explored every inch of his
body. He’d never known about the ticklish spot along his inner thigh or the sensitive
patch just above his hip.
“Unhhh.” Max arched off the mattress. Chris nibbled at his sac and sucked his balls
into his mouth. The wet heat surrounding him sent shivers up Max’s spine. When
Chris’ tongue fluttered across his asshole, Max went rigid. It just felt so fucking good.
“Roll over.”
Max moved quickly. He growled into a pillow as Chris probed him with his stiff
tongue. Chris alternated deliberate tongue thrusts with sucking and licking around his
hole. A spit-slicked finger slipped inside him. Max pushed back to encourage Chris’
thrusts. He couldn’t think, could hardly breathe as Chris fucked him with his thick
fingers and teethed and licked at his plump sac. Max wasn’t ready to take anything
bigger—not yet—but soon he wanted all of Chris buried inside him.
“On your back,” Chris ordered breathlessly.
Still trembling from Chris’ oral attention, Max rolled over and settled against the
pillows. His cock stood at attention, jerking and twitching as blood rushed through the
organ. Chris snatched a condom and lubricant from the bedside table where Max had
placed them earlier. He tossed the condom at Max and used the lubricant to ready
himself. Max’s fingers shook with need and anticipation as he rolled the latex sheath
over his stiff rod. He held the base as Chris moved into position, squatting over him
and teasing his slippery ass over the tip of Max’s cock.
“Fuck, yes!” Chris clamped his eyes shut as he impaled himself on Max’s cock. The
air rushed from Max’s lungs at the sight of his dick disappearing inside his man.
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His
man? Max would have pondered the possessive shift in his thoughts but was
more concerned with shoving down the urge to grab Chris’ hips and slam his pulsing
cock into him repeatedly. Chris adjusted his legs until his knees rested on the mattress.
Max caressed his lover’s washboard stomach, the crisp hairs rasping his palms. He sat
up and swirled his tongue over Chris’ collarbone then sucked on his neck until he left a
mark. Chris squirmed on his lap, his muscles relaxing around Max’s dick.
Max allowed Chris to shove him back to the bed. Bracing his hands on Max’s belly,
Chris started to ride him. His first movements were shallow and brief. Max flexed his
calves and lifted his hips to meet every downstroke. He held tight to Chris’ thighs.
Max’s jaw clenched at the sensation of being clamped by the unbelievable heat of Chris’
ass. It electrified every fiber of his being.
Chris became incredibly vocal as he rode Max with even more vigor. Max could
only lie back and hang on for the ride. He’d never been fucked like this, never had a
lover bouncing so hard on his cock that the entire bed shook. Chris’ bottom slapped
against Max’s thighs. His big, thick cock smacked against Max’s navel, leaving wet
smudges in its wake. Max wrapped his fingers around his lover’s penis and stroked
him quickly. He wanted to see cum rocket out of the tip and splash his chest.
The fingers of Max’s free hand bit into Chris’ waist as he snapped his hips and
continued working Chris’ cock. Max was so close to coming. His balls drew up against
his body. “I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, baby,” Chris panted, grinding his ass around Max’s dick. “Fill my ass with
your cum.”
Ecstasy exploded in Max’s lower belly. His mind went completely blank as he
came, hips jerking, toes flexing. He lost control of his thoughts and slipped into his
mother tongue, shouting French obscenities. Chris followed quickly. His hot, sticky
seed coated Max’s hand and belly. The rippling contractions of his asshole milked the
last remnants of Max’s orgasm.
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With a loud groan, Chris collapsed forward. He trembled slightly and tucked his
face against Max’s neck. Still buried but softening in his lover’s bottom, Max embraced
Chris. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air. Heat radiated from their bodies.
Chris rolled away eventually. Max rose on shaky legs and followed him to the
bathroom where they went through various post-sex ablutions. Chris returned to the
bedroom first. Max made his way through the penthouse suite, shutting off lights and
stowing leftovers in the refrigerator. When he returned to the bedroom, Chris rested on
the far side of the bed. He smiled sexily and held out a hand. “Come here, baby.”
Warmth filled Max. He flicked off the last lamp and climbed into bed. Chris
gathered him close and brushed his lips over Max’s forehead. Having never felt so
relaxed or secure in all his life, Max drifted off to sleep in his lover’s arms. Would
anything ever compare to the rightness of being held by this man?
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Chris woke with his nose nestled against Max’s nape, the faint scent of his lover’s
cologne mingling with the musk of sex and sweat from another torrid night together.
He squinted over Max’s shoulder at the alarm clock and gave a little groan of
annoyance at the realization he had just around two hours to report to the fire station.
Not wanting to leave the warmth of their shared bed, Chris shifted closer to Max. His
body ached from their weekend of amorous activities—but it was a good ache. They
would go their separate ways and these little muscle twinges would serve as a welcome
reminder of their amazing time together.
His cock stirred to life and bumped against Max’s ass. Chris yearned to bury
himself in Max’s tight, hot sheath. They had made some headway in that department.
Chris refused to pressure Max into giving him his ass cherry. That was a decision Max
needed to make on his own and Chris was more than willing to wait. Until then there
were plenty of other ways to get his fill of this sexy man.
He nipped at Max’s shoulder and rocked his hips. Max issued a throaty moan. Half
asleep, Max pushed back against him. Chris smiled and sucked Max’s earlobe between
his lips. He bit down gently. “I have to leave.”
Max stilled. “So soon?”
There was no mistaking the disappointment in his lover’s voice. Chris experienced
an odd thrill at the realization Max would miss him. He planted a noisy kiss on Max’s
neck. “I have to work today.”
Max sighed sadly before rolling over. His delicate fingers clasped Chris’ face.
Eyelids lowering, Chris enjoyed the sensation of Max’s fingertips ghosting over his
stubbled jaw. When Max’s lips touched his, Chris welcomed his lover’s invading
tongue. Their arms wound around one another as they exchanged languid kisses.
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Fingers sifted through hair. Lips skimmed over cheekbones. Their hands drifted lower
until they stroked one another’s stiff cocks. Their tongues darted in and out of one
another’s mouths. It was the most sensual of choreographed interludes.
It didn’t take long for Chris to climax. They came almost together, Chris just a
second or so before Max. Their male essences mingling, Chris clung to Max. The
thought of leaving him, the uncertainty as to whether or not he would ever see the man
again, paralyzed him. He wished with every fiber of his being he could simply stay like
this forever.
But he couldn’t. Reality intervened and Chris reluctantly untangled himself from
Max and climbed out of bed. He hesitated next to the bed and held out his hand.
“Shower with me?”
Max smiled and happily joined him. They said very little as each took turns soaping
up the other, both a bit pensive. While Chris changed into his uniform, Max
disappeared into the kitchen. Chris caught the scent of freshly brewing coffee and then
bacon. His stomach growled in anticipation of yet another of Max’s delectable meals.
For a man so flush with cash, Max seemed so at ease in the kitchen. Chris hadn’t
expected that of him. Fortunately the man was full of surprises.
Spatula in hand, Max turned toward Chris as he entered the kitchen. “Scrambled
eggs all right?”
“Yeah.” Chris fixed two cups of coffee, sloshing plenty of sugar into his and leaving
Max’s untouched. He placed the cup of black coffee on the counter close to Max. Chris
kissed his cheek and watched him stir the curdling eggs. “You want me to toast those
two bagels leftover from yesterday?”
“Please.”
“Sure.” Chris found the paper sack and plunked them in the toaster.
“Do you have a passport?”
Chris was momentarily thrown by Max’s question. “Yes.”
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“Any vacation time?”
Chris stepped to the side and carefully studied Max. “I have seven days off in about
a month. Why?”
Max switched off the flame and started plating the eggs next to the strips of crispy
bacon. “I want you to come with me.”
“Where?”
“France.” Max held out the plates. “I have a chateau not far from Provence. We
could even spend a few days on my yacht.”
Dumbstruck by the request, Chris simply stared at him. A vacation invitation
complicated things. It brought into question the status of their liaison. What did this
mean? Surely a pair of illicit trysts didn’t warrant a holiday in the South of France. Did
they?
“Chris?” Max gestured slightly with the plates.
“Sorry.” Chris took the plates and moved to the dining room.
Max followed with the bagels, some cream cheese and orange juice. He placed his
load onto the table and then paused uncertainly. “Is it too much too soon?”
“No!” Chris hurried to reassure him. “Or maybe.” Shaking his head, he sat down
and reached for the cream cheese. “I mean, what are we doing, Max? What is this?”
Max sat down and poured a glass of juice. “I thought this was the beginning of a
relationship. I like you very much and I would like to see more of you.”
“In France?”
Max smiled. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Wherever I can.”
Chris wasn’t sure what to say to that. He’d never been pursued like this. He kept
his relationships confined to sexual escapades and the occasional club run. To accept an
invitation like this upped the ante, so to speak. Was he ready for that sort of thing? And
what about Max? He seemed to be rushing somewhat into his first gay relationship.
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“Max,” Chris said carefully, “people might see us together and figure out that we’re
lovers.”
“And?”
Max’s casual reply irked him. Chris decided to spell it out for him. “This is all really
new and something of a novelty for you.”
“That’s true,” Max agreed, “but I know what I want. Right now, I want you.”
Chris was struck by the absolute certainty in Max’s voice. Most men embarking on
their first gay relationship after years of dating women would be cautious, but not Max.
He seemed so incredibly sure and it unsettled Chris. How could a man so new to all this
be so confident in living his truth?
“What if you change your mind down the road? Once the cat’s out of the bag…”
Max sat back. “Is this about me, Chris? Or is this concern more for yourself?”
Chris started to argue but realized Max had hit uncomfortably close to the truth.
“Look,” he sighed, “I have to be careful. That is my reality. I wish it wasn’t that way but
it is. You’re a very public person, Max. If there are pictures of us—”
“There won’t be,” Max interjected. “France has strict privacy laws. It’s one of the
reasons so many celebrities move there. And my home is very secluded. It’s surrounded
by acres of vineyards, olive trees and forests.”
Max’s hopeful tone eroded Chris’ objections. He had always wanted to visit France.
Spending an uninterrupted week with Max was just too appealing a proposal to refuse.
“All right.”
Max grinned. Relief filled his voice. “You’ll come?”
Chris couldn’t pass up the chance for a ribald reply. “Oh, I’m sure I won’t be the
only one coming.”
Max laughed and tucked into his breakfast. “You won’t need to worry about a
thing. I’ll make all the travel arrangements.”
“So what are you now? My sugar daddy?”
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Max shot him a mischievous smile. “Play your cards right and we’ll see.”
Chris didn’t even try to squash the grin curving his mouth. They finished breakfast
and discussed Max’s trip to Tokyo. Chris found himself looking for any reason to stave
off the inevitable. Leaving wasn’t going to be any easier in five or ten minutes than it
was right now. He gathered up his things and slung his bag over his shoulder. Max
shadowed him to the door. The sadness on the other man’s face was unmistakable.
“Come here.” Chris drew Max into his arms. He breathed in his scent and savored
the sensation of Max’s warm body pressed against his. “The next month will fly by so
quickly. You’ll see.”
His words didn’t seem to reassure Max. “I wish it wasn’t so difficult, that we