(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 548: Maxy’s a full meal (m)

Maxwell was a damn mess and the only person he could blame was Andrew. Well, maybe he had some role to play in this, but he was denying it.

All he did was put on a lacy set of lingerie he’d gotten. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

What was wrong was the way that Andrew was looking at him and touching him. Why was it wrong? Maxwell couldn’t think straight with the way the man’s hands and lips were on him. The soft tongue, the opened mouth kisses, the little nibbles. Maxwell’s body was tense, aching, and the flimsy little cloth that he had covering himself wasn’t making anything easier.

Maxwell could barely form a cohesive thought as Andrew continued his way down his body. It was intentional, sweet, and made Maxwell’s hips arch and wiggle. God, when the man kissed over his stomach and explained why he was doing what he was doing?

Maxwell wanted the man, then and there.

He still did, his cock aching, his ass feeling hollow. He wanted to swallow the man whole, push him onto his back and take control. He wanted to watch the pained expression on Andrew’s face as Maxwell took the man to the hilt, their bodies rubbing against each other, Maxwell squeezing the man for everything that he was worth.

Maxwell wanted to ring him dry, take everything that he could give him. He could already hear the wet, slick sounds that they would make, the soft whimpers that would leave Andrew’s mouth as Maxwell slammed his body down over and over. The tight grip Andrew would have on his hips and the way that they would ache in the morning.

Maxwell wanted to feel used, loved, taken care of. He wanted to feel Andrew knot him and flood him inside with his cum. It was a pulse beneath his skin, an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched with the fake cum. His body and soul desired Andrew so primely that Maxwell himself had to control his reactions.

That was for the old Maxwell. This Maxwell? He was getting everything he desired. Everything he needed, and the Andrew above him was a man lavishing his body with attention, care and affection.

Maxwell moaned, Andrew’s lips on his knee, his back trying to arch off of the bed at the sweet, dangerous touch.

"Maxy, you’re so responsive since I kissed your stomach." Andrew teased, his voice low, rumbling, and making Maxwell’s brain foggy. God, when he spoke to him like this it made Maxwell’s stomach twist into knots. He was too attractive, too handsome. It had benefitted Maxwell that Andrew had been quieter during their more recent love making, but he was pulling out all the stops now. He was taking Maxwell’s attraction to the man and turning his body up until he was going to boil over with desire.

"Look at how sweetly you bend for me. You like when I touch you here, don’t you? Your inner thighs have always trembled when I touched them. Look at how you’re shaking when I nibble on them." Andrew whispered, his breath washing over the wet skin he’d already shown attention to. Maxwell shivered, a soft moan leaving his lips as the wetness between his legs grew. God, he felt like a damn tap leaking constantly.

All Andrew had to do was put his hands on him and Maxwell was ready to go. He wondered if Andrew knew that? If Andrew knew that every time he touched Maxwell at work, a gentle graze of his lower back, his shoulder, grabbing his waist to keep him safe drove Maxwell’s body from 0 to 100. He wondered if Andrew had ever considered reaching his hand down the back of his suit, slipping into his dress pants and checking. Finger-fucking Maxwell in his office, in the elevator.

In the broom closet like Maxwell said he would.

Maxwell’s knees bent, his legs trying to close as he imagined it for himself and Andrew chuckled. HIs hands were soft but firm as they pushed his legs open.

"Angel, it’s far too early for you to get embarrassed. I’m going to strip you bare today. There isn’t going to be a spot on your body that won’t have been shown my affections by the time I’m done with you. From the soles of your feet to the tips of hair, every last inch of you belongs to me." Maxwell felt his eyes widen slightly. Andrew was never this possessive. He tried his best to keep it under control, worried that it would put him in a bad light.

Maxwell let out a soft, helpless noise.

Andrew was letting go. Completely letting go. Showing Maxwell everything and Maxwell couldn’t find it in him to reject that. In fact, he found it incredibly attractive. Andrew had fought against his nature, his alphaness for so damn long that seeing him let it all go? All because he wanted to possess Maxwell?

Maxwell wanted the man to impregnate him, now.

Maxwell reached for him, sliding his hand into his hair, twisting his fingers so that he had a good grip. The darker man looked up, his amber gaze blazing as his gaze slid up Maxwell’s body, his mouth on his thigh, his sharp teeth flashing. He looked starved and Maxwell’s thighs twitched again.

"That means you belong to me too." Maxwell said, his voice breathy. God, he wanted to sound strong, sound firm, but his body was too affected by the other man and his attention. HIs chest heaved, his lips felt over sensitive and weird. His skin tingled, wanting Andrew pressed against him, touching him. His nipples throbbed. God, he wanted Andrew’s mouth back on him, sucking him, pulling on his nipples until he saw stars again. "Every last inch." Maxwell breathed.

Andrew’s gaze narrowed slightly, his eyes unblinking for a long, heated moment before Maxwell let out a soft cry. Andrew had sunk his teeth in, biting down deeper than a nibble. Not hard enough to pierce the skin, but hard enough that Maxwell felt his intention.

"Every last inch belongs to you." Andrew whispered and Maxwell slid his gaze down Andrew’s body, catching the bouncing, heavy thing between his legs. Oh it most definitely did. Andrew chuckled. "Maxy, that’s not very nice. Does nothing else on my body matter?" Andrew teased and Maxwell slid his gaze back to Andrew, the gentle but dangerous man.

"I would rather you pet me when you’re inside of me. I want to be seated in your lap, your cock in my ass while I touch and kiss you." Maxwell told him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips after he spoke.

Andrew watched the action, his expression serious as he listened to Maxwell speak. Then, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Maxwell was worried that he’d upset him in some way until Maxwell let out a yelp as his worldview suddenly shifted.

Maxwell found he’d been yanked down the bed, his body bent until his legs were falling over, near his arms and his ass was in the air. A soft, but stinging pain had Maxwell jerking as he realised what was going on. It was quickly covered up by a soft kiss to the stinging cheek.

"My lovely Maxy thinks that he gets to decide how I open my present." Andrew rumbled and Maxwell’s dick jumped. Holy. Shit. "That’s not how this works. Bad boys get punished." Andrew’s voice held a note of pleasure, like he was pleased by Maxwell’s actions. Maxwell wiggled, his legs still in the air since Andrew hadn’t bent him over completely.

"Um, Andy? What’s going on?" Maxwell asked, his gaze staring up at the bare chest of the man above him. Maxwell swallowed, not at all turned off by the situation he found himself in, just curious. Andrew’s hands were unforgiving as they held his hips and thighs, bending Maxwell as he wanted.

Andrew’s face was intense, his expression serious as he looked over Maxwell’s body. The stockings that were wet against Maxwell’s skin, the tightness of the ribbon against his chest and thighs. Andrew let out a shaky breath.

"I’m just making sure that you know exactly who you belong to. I’m going to eat my fill." Andrew murmured, licking his lips. "I’m hungry, Maxy. You better feed me." Andrew told him, his amber gaze sliding to Maxwell’s. Maxwell choked on the sudden flood of pheromones that hit him, Andrew’s gaze potent.

Andrew sunk, and Maxwell realised that he was on his knees off the bed and how he’d positioned Maxwell was perfect height for his position. Maxwell wanted to protest, wanted to fight, but that desire left him as soon as the man’s dangerous lips met his balls.

Maxwell held onto the sheets below him like he was holding onto a safety bar on a rollercoaster. The man’s mouth was warm, the suction perfect, and he wet every damn inch of the fabric covering Maxwell’s lower half. Including the tiny triangle of fabric against his aching ass. Or was that Maxwell who had done it?

It didn’t matter, not with Andrew’s mouth so damn close to his ass.

"Look at that. Someone’s eager to see me." Andrew whispered and Maxwell closed his eyes, his body shivering. Of course he was. He wanted him inside of him, stretching him open wide. "What thoughts are you having, Maxy? You’re winking at me." Andrew teased and Maxwell let out a breath.

"Just hurry up!" Maxwell snapped. Another light slap, a tingle that went straight to Maxwell’s aching cock. Maxwell let out a soft noise of surprise.

"Don’t rush me." Andrew warned. "Or I’ll drag this out even more." Andrew would. Maxwell could feel it. Andrew was enjoying himself a lot right now.

Andrew’s soft, warm breath fanned over Maxwell’s wet, over-sensitive skin and Maxwell whimpered. He was going to die from desire before Andrew even sunk his cock inside of him. Maxwell shouldn’t have egged him on. The pleasure was going to kill him first before he ever got pregnant.

Andrew’s tongue delved into Maxwell’s eager asshole and Maxwell felt his spine stiffen. Andrew held him in place as Maxwell’s legs twitched, his body reacting to the sudden intrusion. He saw stars as Andrew continued to lick and suck the tender bundle of nerves, teasing Maxwell’s entrance like he knew every little thing that made him twitch and was trying to find out more. Like there was a secret that Maxwell was hiding from him.

Maxwell had no idea what he could be hiding from him, but Andrew seemed intent on finding it out.

Maxwell’s body ached, his fingers going numb from how tightly he was holding onto the sheets below him. God, it was a lot, his mind spinning, his breath ragged.

"That’s it. Weep for me, Maxy. Let me hear everything." Andrew’s soft, reverent whisper only made Maxwell’s body tense more. The man wanted to wring him dry before Maxwell had even gotten to taste him. He was going to be a damn limp noodle, not able to do a damn thing back to him by the time he was done with him.

"I’m going to be just a pile of bones when you’re done." Maxwell complained, his voice soft. Andrew paused, then moved to press a kiss against his thigh. Maxwell twitched.

"Good. You’ll be a lovely pile of bones." Andrew didn’t even sound apologetic. He sounded...excited. Maxwell’s eyes rolled back in his head.

He was maybe regretting getting him so worked up. Maybe. Just a little.