(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 233: Of course we crossed the line (suggestive)

Andrew hadn’t even turned the lights on in the house before the two of them had their hands on each other. Forget making it to the couch, they still had their shoes on.

Andrew slammed Maxwell against the door, Maxwell’s grip on the back of his neck bruising as he slipped and sucked at Andrew’s tongue. Andrew groaned, holding the man against him with shaking hands, kissing him like he was trying to devour him.

The sounds of their breaths filled the air, and Andrew at least had a small piece of his mind aware that he should lock the door while he was here. Everything else could wait.

Hearing the sound of the lock slid into place, Maxwell’s hand began to tug and Andrew’s clothes, helping him undress. Andrew wasn’t much help. He was focused on the taste of Maxwell, the way his body was twitching against his own, and the feeling of his lips and tongue against his own.

Maxwell didn’t complain, and instead kissed him back just as deeply, but dropped his hands so that he could at least get his jacket off his shoulders.

"Andy." Maxwell whispered against his lips and Andrew released him to toss his jacket to the ground. His fingers went to Maxwell’s jacket, tugging the buttons out of their holes before he pulled it off of him. Maxwell’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, his hands leaving a hot trail across his skin, making him tremble. Andrew sighed softly against Maxwell’s lips, before his hands slid down his body, gripping his ass and he yanked him up and against his crotch. Maxwell let out a gasp that melted into a moan, his kiss more voracious as he ground his cock against Andrew’s. He wrapped his legs around Andrew’s waist and Andrew spun, his steps unsteady as he headed for the couch.

He spun, slamming Maxwell against the cushions, pressing in against him, pinning him down as they continued to kiss and Maxwell’s hands continued to tear and Andrew’s clothing. His wardrobe was limited for the time being, so he was being careful, but Andrew didn’t care. He was focused on rocking his hips against Maxwell’s. Damn.

He’d missed feeling his cock against his own. He missed being in between these thighs. It felt so good to rub against him, to kiss him. To feel Maxwell respond back to him instead of just imagining him in his head. Andrew continued to rock his hips against him, sliding Maxwell’s legs up until they were resting against his thighs so that he had the exact angle that he wanted and continued rocking his hips. He could already feel how damp Maxwell was through his pants, and that made him even more wild.

There were a lot of things that he wanted to do to him. Kiss him, suck him off. Bury himself balls deep in the other man. All of them involved Maxwell’s complete and total agreement, and him begging Andrew for more. It was a heady image, Maxwell under him and begging, but he needed to focus.

He could have that. He just needed to focus.

Andrew groaned against Maxwell’s lips as Maxwell got to bare skin, his hands cupping and rubbing Andrew’s pecs reverently. His warm hands scooped and squeezed the flesh he could touch, grab, and it only made Andrew rub against him harder.

Maxwell had to pull his lips away, his body shaking, moans escaping his lips as Andrew turned his lips towards his throat.

"F-Fuck. Baby, you’re so intense." Maxwell’s words were like kerosene on a fire.

"I’m holding back." Andrew rumbled, and Maxwell’s soft inhale made Andrew shudder.

"Are you going to make me cum just by rubbing against me? Is that what you want?" Maxwell asked and Andrew chuckled, sucking and kissing Maxwell’s throat, all the while rocking his hips against the other mans. Their breaths were shaky, the sound of their moans filling the air.

"I’m not going to stop there. You better be ready to go into work late. You’re the one who poked me." Andrew warned, remembering everything that Maxwell had done at dinner. Maxwell shuddered.

"I-I thought you had more self control." Maxwell shot back, but it had no bite to it, not when he was undulating his hips against Andrew’s, trying to rub against him even harder.

"I normally would, but I warned you, not once, but twice, Max, that I’m on thin fucking ice." Andrew’s voice was a little ragged, his face flushed as he pulled back to meet Maxwell’s gaze. Maxwell swallowed, his blue eyes going wide, before he practically melted against the other man.

"Oh, you meant that?" He teased, and all sense of reason snapped inside of Andrew. He buried his face in Maxwell’s throat, before he began to pull off his shirt. Thanks to Maxwell’s expert hands, it was mostly off. His movements were jerky, just trying to get the fabric off, and he was rewarded with Maxwell’s fingernails digging into his shoulders as soon as he leaned in. He kissed Maxwell, his own hands working on Maxwell’s clothes as the two tasted each other like they were starving.

They were. They hadn’t gotten a true taste of each other in two weeks, if not more. Andrew wanted to drown in his scent. Bury his cock into his mouth until he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to be covered in Maxwell’s spent passions, his pheromones so deep into his skin no one could tell where he began, and where Maxwell ended.

Upon seeing Maxwell’s exposed skin, Andrew’s cock pulsed, and he made sure to really press himself against Maxwell at that. Maxwell pulled away from the kiss, pressing his mouth against Andrew’s throat as his fingers dug deep into his skin. Andrew exhaled fast, quickly, trying to catch his breath.

"You better keep your hands there. I want everyone to see your marks on me." Andrew whispered in Maxwell’s ear and Maxwell’s legs convulsed around him. Andrew pushed his shirt to the side, staring at his throat, the pale column of it, before he turned to his unblemished shoulder. Andrew kissed his way up and down his throat and shoulder, continuously rubbing them against each other. Maxwell was gasping, panting, not far from cuming. Andrew kept it up, not far himself, until finally, he turned and not too gently, sunk his teeth into Maxwell’s shoulder.

He let out a cry, his whole body freezing, his nails painfully deep in his back, his hips bucking as Andrew felt his body cum. Andrew groaned, his own cock pulsing as he shot rope after rope into his own pants, shuddering. The slight metallic taste filling his mouth made something animalistic in him awaken, and when Maxwell had finished trembling, Andrew began to lick the wound.

"Why would you do that?" Maxwell asked, glaring at him from underneath him. He looked adorable, flushed, the first of several orgasms Andrew had planned for him completed, and Andrew gave him a boyish grin.

"You liked it so much that you came, so I won’t hear any complaints from you." Andrew kissed his nose, much to Maxwell’s shock, before Andrew withdrew slightly from the other man only to help him take his top off. He then went for his belt, licking his lips as he stared down at the other man. Maxwell’s face flushed. "You better prepare yourself, Maxy. My cock aches for you, and it’s going to have its fill tonight."

Maxwell’s mouth opened slightly, and Andrew imagined sliding his cock against those pretty lips. Shit. He was always so pretty on his knees with his cock in his throat.

"Baby, if you look at me like that, I won’t be able to stop myself." Maxwell warned, and Andrew chuckled.

"I plan to keep you satiated and exactly where I want you today. You can just lay back, legs spread and pretty, alright?" Andrew was a little worried if that would upset Maxwell as it left his lips, but he couldn’t help it. He was riding a line he’d never had before, and he needed Maxwell like a drug. He meant his words.

He watched as Maxwell’s eyes glazed over, his lips puckered, and his legs tightened around Andrew’s.

"You better mean that, Dr. Knox, or I might kill you." Maxwell threatened and Andrew knew he was in the clear. He tossed his belt to the side, going for Maxwell’s and he bent, kissing the other man’s mouth. He couldn’t stay away for long. He wanted to live inside of him. Andrew got Maxwell’s belt off and he smiled against Maxwell’s lips before he pulled away, kissing his way down Maxwell’s body. He stopped and paid specific attention to his bite mark. Maxwell shuddered, his fingers digging into Andrew’s shoulder.

"Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have as many marks as you want." Andrew whispered against his skin and Maxwell shuddered.

"You’re going to drive me insane." Maxwell said and Andrew continued down his body, pausing to enjoy his nipples, teasing them happily.

"I haven’t even started yet, Maxy. I’m going to drive my cock into you over and over until you’re sick of me." Andrew promised and Maxwell let out a laugh. freewebnøvel.com

"Impossible. I’ll never be sick of you." Andrew turned his warm, amber gaze towards him and Maxwell shuddered.

"Then I guess we’ll be missing work tomorrow." Maxwell’s eyes widened at Andrew’s cocky tone, and for a moment, Maxwell wondered if he’d done the right thing by provoking him at dinner.