(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 272: A very satisfied man (m)

Maxwell was making a damn mess. In fact, he’d been making a damn mess since he had sunk down on Andrew’s cock in the kitchen on those bar stools. Thankfully, they had managed to get some food and water into both of them, finishing the jug and the plate of food but everything after that?

Fuck. Maxwell’s toes curled just thinking about it.

Andrew had had his way with him all over the kitchen. From the bar stools, to the counter. Andrew, the sly fool, had remembered all the sauces that they had in the fridge and had really made a damn mess of Maxwell. He’d been sticky until Andrew had literally licked every inch of him clean.

Maxwell would have been horrified if every second hadn’t been pure heaven.

There were trails all over the house of where Andrew had stopped and fucked Maxwell senseless. Thank fuck Maxwell had remembered about the condoms, maybe slipping up once or twice, but they kept changing them out, kept using them. None had broken yet, but that didn’t mean that Maxwell wasn’t dripping everywhere.

They were going to have to hire a professional cleaner after this. And leave the house for like two days. Maxwell wouldn’t be able to look anyone in the eye if they asked questions. Maxwell wasn’t going to want to explain in detail.

Let’s just say, the white couch was apparently white for a damn reason.

"You feel so fucking good." A shiver ran down Maxwell’s spine as Andrew’s lips pressed against his shoulder, his cock filling him up from behind him. They were lying on their sides in front of the mirror so Andrew and Maxwell both had full view of Andrew just decimating Maxwell’s ass. Cum and fluids were all over everything and there was no way they smelled fresh in the slightest.

Maxwell had been right. Ever since Andrew had started talking, the man hadn’t shut up. He was very stream of consciousness. Almost every thought he had came out of his mouth, especially when it came to Maxwell.

Maxwell was having a hard time with it, if he was honest with himself. He was embarrassed. He was flustered. He was more turned on then he had been in his life, and Andrew wasn’t giving him a break even when he needed it.

Maxwell’s cock ached, his hole was sore, and still, he couldn’t say no, he wouldn’t say no to the man who was pumping into him endlessly, searching for relief in his body. Maxwell found that it was a privilege that he was sharing this moment with Andrew. After their argument, where he thought that everything was going to crumble between his fingers, Maxwell was a slightly changed man.

He was not taking anything that they did together for granted. So this? The fact that Andrew had spent all of his ruts thus far as an alpha with him? That was special. That was important. So what if Andrew kept saying embarrassing things that Maxwell was never going to be able to get mad at him about?

It was still precious. Still important, and hell, if he did bring it up, he was sure that Andrew would own up to it. Or Andrew would say that he meant every word. Never mind. Maxwell wasn’t going to confront the man. He felt he would just get more embarrassed.

"You like it when I hit you right here, don’t you?" Andrew whispered, nibbling at Maxwell’s ear, angling his hips to plunge into Maxwell at a different angle and Maxwell moaned.

"Oh god." Andrew chuckled.

"I’m not a god." Maxwell would have glared at him if he thought that it was going to make a difference. Instead, Andrew wrapped his arm around his knee, yanking his leg further up so that he could fuck him deeper, harder, while his other hand held Maxwell’s chest. His lips and tongue were all over his neck and shoulders. Maxwell could tell that Andrew was annoyed by the collar, but he didn’t ask Maxwell to take it off.

It was one of the few ways that he knew that no matter what, Andrew was still inside of him. Still inside of alpha Andrew.

"I’m gonna cum. You make me feel so fucking good. All this time, and I can’t get enough. Do you know whose cock this is? Do you know who it belongs to?" Maxwell was surprised. Andrew hadn’t said anything like that before and Maxwell turned his head slightly, trying to catch Andrew’s gaze. His glasses were dirty. With sweat, spit, and who knows what else? Maxwell thought briefly that he needed to clean them before Andrew bit at Maxwell’s shoulder sharply. "Max?" He demanded and Maxwell fumbled.

"W-Who? I don’t-I don’t know." Maxwell was a little confused and Andrew growled.

"It’s yours. This cock is yours, this body is yours. All of it is yours." Andrew declared as he gave one, two, three thrusts before burying himself into Maxwell, holding onto him as he shook with the force of his orgasm. He held Maxwell, his face in his shoulder as he panted, his cock swelling as he knotted, holding Maxwell in place.

Maxwell was laying there, stunned at the sudden declaration.

"Mine?" Maxwell asked carefully after Andrew had gathered his breath.

"Oh fuck yeah. Yours. Only yours." Andrew repeated and Maxwell felt himself melting. His heart was racing, his throat was working, and he tapped Andrew as he felt his knot soften.

"Off." Maxwell ordered. Andrew recoiled, as if he had been burnt.

"W-What? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you? Are you-" Maxwell flipped the man onto his back. They hadn’t done this position yet. It was Maxwell’s favourite, and as he was learning, wasn’t even on the table for Andrew.

Maxwell’s ass ached at the sudden loss of his favourite cock, his cock, but he knew it wasn’t going to be for long. He reached over, grabbing a new condom and pulled the one that was currently on Andrew’s cock off. Andrew watched, his eyes wide, as he laid on his back. Maxwell could tell they were getting at least past the halfway point since Andrew hadn’t turned him over and gone at him like a dog in heat.

He was letting Maxwell have some control, and for that, he’d earned a little treat.

Maxwell was careful in taking the condom off, but instead of tying it up, he gave Andrew a nice little smirk as he raised the condom up. Andrew’s hands went towards Maxwell, gripping onto the only skin he could grab.

It was Maxwell’s thighs, and Maxwell watched as Andrew’s gaze narrowed, his lips pursing as he watched Maxwell upend the condom into his open mouth, his tongue out. It was a fuck ton of cum. So much that Maxwell wondered how the hell he wouldn’t get pregnant after Andrew had cum inside of him by accident before his rut fully hit, but then again, Maxwell wasn’t going to eat cum out of his own ass. He wouldn’t know how potent it would be.

So, Maxwell just swallowed the cum, before tying the condom up neatly and licked his lips. The grip on his thighs was bruising, painful, tight. It also made Maxwell feel desired, sexy, and powerful.

Maxwell tore the new condom open, sliding it over Andrew’s cock and watched as every muscle on the man’s body tensed. Feeling bold, feeling powerful, Maxwell wrapped both hands around Andrew’s cock, giving it a little squeeze.

"Who does this belong to?" Maxwell asked quietly and it was Andrew’s turn to be dazed and confused. "Baby. Who does this belong to?" Maxwell repeated, watching the other man. Andrew swallowed, blinking, before his gaze came into focus.

"The sexiest man I know. Fuck, Maxy, that was so hot. Can you do that again? God, I want to watch you swallow my cock over and over. You’re so good at it." Andrew’s thought pattern had been like that a lot, and even as Maxwell’s face heated, he waited. "Yours. It’s yours, Max." Maxwell smiled, before he shuffled up his body, rubbing his cock against Andrew’s for a moment before positioning himself just right and sank down on his cock.

A moan came from both of them before Andrew reached up and yanked Maxwell down a little roughly, his fingers digging into his hair to kiss him deeply. Andrew’s other hand was wrapped around Maxwell’s thigh still, and Maxwell rolled his hips as they sat there, connected, kissing.

Andrew was the first one to break the kiss, panting, before words began to spill out of his mouth.

"Fuck. You’re so damn sexy. I love the way you just hug me tight. I could fuck you forever and never get tired. Look at how cute you are, sitting in my lap, my cock up to your fucking navel inside of you. Fuck. I love it when you take control. You’re a damn demon of lust." Andrew pulled him down again, preventing Maxwell from commenting about his words.

Not that Maxwell ever did. He was getting more and more flustered by Andrew’s words. It was like a double blow. The superior sex that Andrew was providing, along with Andrew shouting his praises, even if they were sex related?

Maxwell had never been so thoroughly taken care of by another lover. He doubted another lover could do what Andrew did for him.

That was proven when Andrew shifted, planting his feet flat on the bed and began to pump into Maxwell as they kissed, his two hands holding him in place as Andrew kissed him senseless. He swallowed every moan, every peep that Maxwell made until he was a mess. The wet sound of Andrew filling him, over and over brought stars to his eyes and Maxwell didn’t want this to ever end.

He might have been tired, he might have had bone deep exhaustion, but he loved every moment of it. Andrew was going to fuck him into unconsciousness. Maxwell was going to enjoy every minute of it.freewēbnoveℓ.com