Chapter Six

I KNOCKED AND WAITED A MINUTE BUT DIDN’T GET AN ANSWER. Glancing over my shoulder, I jiggled the doorknob, but, of course, it was locked. Muffled moans came from inside. He needed me. I felt it deep down. Not just in my cock. My gut, something. His sweet scent was so thick and calling to me I considered ramming the door in with my shoulder, but I took a more civilized and somewhat illegal approach. Pulling my bank card from my wallet, I slid it in his door crack, angled it properly, applied the right amount of pressure, and wiggled it until the lock finally popped. I turned the knob and slipped inside.

“Max,” I called, stepping into the living room. I wanted to make sure he knew I was there and that it wasn’t some sneak attack. His moans came from the bedroom, so I went to the back of the house, his scent getting thicker the closer I got. When I got to his room, I found him face down on the floor, moaning, with his ass pooched up in the air. His arms lay limply at his sides.

“Hey.” I kneeled down next to him, with my cock growing larger.

“You need to fuck me,” he said.

I rubbed his back. “That bad?”

“Yes, please,” he said, gyrating his hips.

I unzipped my pants, pulling them down around my ankles, and dropped to my knees between his legs. It didn’t feel like I had time to get fully naked. I grabbed his hips, centered myself between his cheeks, and slid in. He bellowed as I breached him. My hardness was enveloped in heat. He was burning up inside and out. I moved in him, and at first, he was pretty unresponsive. I pulled his hips up a bit more and drove in faster—my thighs already quivering. He felt so damn awesome.

I pumped with more force, grunting, and my body shook. My knot was already beginning to form. My cock swelled as my knot got bigger, and he became tighter around me. Smoothing my hands down his back, I gasped and winced as it continued to grow. There was so much pressure.

“Max,” I cried out. I moved my hips to hopefully alleviate some of the pressure.

He livened up as I demanded more room inside. He thrashed his head around and made a deep guttural sound. By the time I finished swelling, he had put his hands flat on the floor and pushed his chest off the ground.

“Bauer,” he rasped. “Too much pressure.”

I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders.

“Ah. Ah,” he screamed as my dick burrowed deeper into him.

I rocked my hips slowly at first, and as he whimpered, I put my forearms on the floor next to his head and thrust faster.

He groaned with his eyes squeezed shut, sweat beads rolling down the side of his face.

“I’ll try to make it better.”

I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms over his head, pinning them to the ground. Rolling my hips up and down, I tried different angles until I found the spot that would make him go wild. When his eyes popped open, I stayed exactly where I was deep in him and continued pressing into that spot. His breathing picked up, and he began to writhe underneath me. He gasped and threw his head back as I kissed and nipped at his neck. Warm liquid seeped from his exit, and he started panting fast. His hole began to constrict around me, and I pounded him with all I had. Soon he was consumed with an orgasm.