(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 139: What a pretty colour (m)

Chapter 139: What a pretty colour (m)

"Have you done this before?" Andrew felt the words slip out of his mouth before he could stop himself and Maxwell paused. Maxwell was currently straddling Andrew’s chest with his thighs spread apart and his bulge rubbing against Andrew’s muscles there.

He was doing this while attempting to tie the rope he’d tied to Andrew’s wrists around one of the posts. He’d gotten one, but was struggling with the other. Andrew watched as Maxwell stuck his tongue out, the light pink muscle darting in and out of his mouth and making Andrew’s already straining cock even harder.

Maxwell had let him take his top off, even helped him, but had kept his pants on. Andrew felt restrained in several ways, and his hands were the least of his problems right now.

Maxwell turned his gaze down towards the man who was beneath him. Andrew was sure he looked like a mess, but Maxwell wasn’t much better. His vest was open, and a few of the buttons on his shirt were undone. His own cock was straining against his pants, his face was flushed, and he looked like absolute sin.

Andrew was regretting letting Maxwell tie him up, but it was too late. Even if he wanted his hands all over the other man, it just wasn’t going to happen. Andrew was not about to break the bed in Maxwell’s parents house.

He had to remind himself of that fact, or else it had the potential to be a very real possibility.

"Only a few times. Never here, though. And never with such a handsome man." Andrew blushed as Maxwell smiled at him. "Now stop wiggling. Otherwise I’m going to put that mouth to work." Andrew shifted under him, his cock throbbing.

Fucking damn it. He knew what he was doing to him, especially from the little way he smirked.

"Can you at least take off your top too? Please, Maxy?" Andrew was not above begging. Especially as Maxwell got the silken rope tightened around the second post and Andrew’s hands were tied above his head.

Maxwell sat back, staring at Andrew on the bed. Andrew watched as the man undid his belt, pulling his cock out and stroked it lazily as he looked over Andrew, his eyes lidded.

"Fuck. You are so pretty. I was right. Blackbird was the right choice. It’s so shiny against your skin. Fuck. I’m already so damn wet thinking about how you aren’t going to be able to hold me while I ride you." Andrew’s grip on the rope tightened at Maxwell’s words.

"Damn it. Don’t rile me up, Maxy. I’m already on a thin thread as it is." Maxwell’s eyebrows went up and his smile turned mischievous. Andrew could barely take his gaze off of Maxwell’s cock as he slowly played with it in his hand.

"You’re on a thin thread? Do you want to cum, Baby? Hmm? Should I rub against you while you have your pants and underwear on and you cum like a teenager? I think I’d like that. What do you think?" Maxwell leaned in, gently pressing his hand against Andrew’s bare chest and Andrew winced. Maxwell chuckled.

"M-Max, I know I said you could-"

"Are you upset? Do you not like wet pants?" Maxwell asked. "How the cum would cling to your cock and make the fabric nice and wet and tight? How I’d grind against your cock until you came. My ass rubbing against you through the fabric, but you wouldn’t actually be able to feel me? Hmm?" Andrew groaned at his teasing words whispered in his ear. He shivered when Maxwell pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"Max, don’t torture me." Andrew protested. "If you’re going to whisper things to me, just do it." Andrew told him and Maxwell chuckled. His eyes were so vibrantly blue that Andrew had a hard time meeting them. Instead, his gaze would drop to his pretty pink cock in his hand. Damn it. This was going to be a lot harder than he’d thought.

"Baby, if you stare that hard, I’m going to get embarrassed." Maxwell said and Andrew tugged on the restraints. Maxwell noticed, his gaze going up towards the posts and he laughed. "I’ve barely teased you, and you’re already tugging? Oh, you’re in trouble, Dr. Knox." Andrew’s pulse quickened when Maxwell used his last name. Maxwell licked his lips, shifting further up the bed until his hands pressed against the wall. His gaze was heated, and Andrew held his breath.

Maxwell’s cock was only centimeters away from his lips.

Maxwell’s gaze narrowed and he took the hand he’d had around his cock and gently ran his fingers through Andrew’s hair.

"Suck it, Andy." It was an order, plain and simple, and Andrew couldn’t have stopped his head moving if he wanted to. Maxwell was looking at him so intently, his face flushed and his cock twitching, there was no way he was going to not put it in his mouth.

Andrew licked the tip, his neck straining as he tried to get closer. Maxwell’s chuckle filled his ears before he shifted closer, practically forcing Andrew to choke on his cock. Maxwell’s laughter told him that he’d meant to do that, and Andrew glared up at the man. Maxwell’s fingers in his hair didn’t change, his touch gentle as Andrew sealed his lips around Maxwell cock.

He knew that Maxwell would get upset if Andrew ever said this out loud, but Maxwell’s cock was the perfect size. It fit his hand easily, it fit his mouth perfectly, and it suited Maxwell’s frame. It was a little bit big for a man of Maxwell’s size, but that was fine. Andrew thought it suited him perfectly, and his jaw agreed.

Maxwell’s soft exhale, the soft moan leaving his lips told Andrew he was doing a good job. The fingers in his hair tightening, forcing him down on Maxwell’s cock was also a good sign. Andrew felt his abs tighten as desire flooded his system. Maxwell’s pheromones were wild, filling up the space as Maxwell threw his head back, his free hand running his fingers through his own hair as he thrust his cock over and over into Andrew’s mouth.

Andrew wished he could hire someone to paint the moment of Maxwell in the throws of passion. At the same time, he was greedy. He didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. Maxwell gasped as Andrew tightened the seal around his cock, slurping and sucking the man like he was his favourite snack.

It was the truth, and watching as Maxwell tensed, his hips jerking to a halt as he whimpered, Andrew was prepared for the flood to fill his mouth. He greedily swallowed every last drop, his tongue swirling around the cock in his mouth until Maxwell released his grip on Andrew’s hair, pulling back until his cock fell from Andrew’s mouth.

It glistened in the light of the room and Andrew glanced up at Maxwell’s face, watching as his chest rose and fell quickly as he regained his composure.

"You are too good at that." Maxwell accused. Andrew licked his lips, chuckling.

"I could say the same to you, Maxwell. Your mouth feels amazing on my cock. You swallow it with such gusto that it brings tears to my eyes." Andrew told him, aware that he had saliva all over his face and chin. Maxwell frowned, but didn’t seem upset.

"Damn it. Now I’m thinking about all the people you sucked off. Fuck. I drank too much." Maxwell muttered and Andrew tossed his head against the bed and laughed.

"Yes, you did drink a lot. Don’t get jealous. I’ll only suck your cock for the foreseeable future, Maxy. Do you want me to do it again?" Andrew asked, blinking his big, brown eyes. He was hoping that tempted Maxwell enough, but it didn’t. Maxwell frowned again, before he slid down Andrew’s body.

"No. I’m going to tease you now." Maxwell warned, and Andrew swallowed, watching his every move. Maxwell’s hands trailed down Andrew’s chest, halting at his lower stomach, around his belly button. His muscles there tensed and Maxwell stared at his hand spread against Andrew’s skin. The contrast between their skin tones really did something to Andrew, and Maxwell chuckled as he watched Andrew’s cock jerk against his pants. "Someone is excited." Maxwell commented and Andrew groaned.

"You’re too pretty. I just want to ram my cock into you over and over." Andrew admitted and watched as Maxwell’s throat worked as he swallowed. Maxwell’s cock, which had been satiated, swelled again. Andrew smiled proudly.

"You damn tease. I’m going to make you cum so many times tonight." Maxwell warned and Andrew’s pulse raced.

"Max, please rethink that. We’re at a place your parents own." Andrew said and Maxwell chuckled.

"They wouldn’t dare bother us. You saw how excited they got when it was even considered that I was pregnant. They wouldn’t care, nor would they bother me unless it was something very important. We don’t have any elderly family members that we still talk to, and Amir is perfectly fine. So, shut up, and be the cum fountain that I want you to be." Andrew sealed his lips, especially with the glare that Maxwell was giving him. Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "Can you do that, Andrew?" Andrew nodded.

"Uh, well, I don’t think that’s going to be hard." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell shifted until his ass was pressed firmly against the outline of Andrew’s cock in his pants. He licked his lips as Andrew groaned.

"Good. Now the fun starts. You better control yourself. We wouldn’t want to have to explain to anyone why the bedframe was broken, now would we?" Maxwell teased, his hips accentuating his words. Andrew dug his heels into the bed as Maxwell rubbed his ass against him.

"Fuck. You’re really trying to kill me." Andrew groaned and Maxwell smiled, watching Andrew’s expression as he swirled his hips. The way his ass slotted against his cock perfectly had him straining even further. Fuck. He was already on the edge, but this? He could cum at any second. "M-Max, I-"

Maxwell sat up, removing himself completely from touching Andrew and Andrew groaned.

"Not so fast. We can’t have you having too much fun, now can we?" Maxwell’s gaze was devious, and Andrew threw his head back against the bed. This was going to be a long, hard night.