(BL)Alpha Made Chapter 164: It just takes two fingers (m)

Andrew was losing his mind. He felt so good, his body wound up tight. With Maxwell’s hands on his chest, his weight pressed against him as he bounced on Andrew’s cock like it was his favourite thing to do.

Andrew knew he had to have sweat on every part of his body, his own pheromones thick in the room as Maxwell’s were a sweet seduction, wrapping around his throat and causing him extre pleasure. The man was a drug.

Maxwell knew it too. His eyes were lidded, his head thrown back in pure bliss, his fingers clawed against Andrew’s bare chest, and his thighs moving, flexing powerfully. Andrew had a firm grip on his hips, but he knew better than to take control. Maxwell was in his elent, and it didn’t matter that they had been at this for over two hours, he wasn’t tired.

Andrew was feeling it though. Maxwell had stamina that you wouldn’t believe. He could go for hours longer than Andrew could. Andrew wondered in the back of his mind if it was also a form of control, but it was quickly washed away when Maxwell tightened his grip on him from the inside, rippling on Andrew’s cock in a way that had Andrew practically whimpering.

"Where is your mind wandering, Baby?" Maxwell asked, his voice sultry, his lips moist.

"I wanna kiss you." Andrew answered readily, and the grin he was rewarded with made his control slip. Fuck. Maxwell was so damn beautiful.

Andrew watched as he bent, chuckling as his lips touched Andrew’s. Andrew kissed him desperately, trying to take control of at least sothing but Maxwell wouldn’t let him. Maxwell sunk his teeth into Andrew’s bottom lip, pulling a deep, needy whine from Andrew as the small bite of pain had Andrew’s balls ready to burst.

"Baby, what did I say? You have to last until I cum and then we can do it the way you want." It was a huge ask. Maxwell loved feeling Andrew cum inside of him first, and Andrew had, basically, been trained to do so. Andrew hadn’t minded, except for situations like this. Where Maxwell didn’t quite go back on his word, but made the conditions feel impossible.

Andrew hadn’t thought he was a quick shot before, and he’d guess that he still wasn’t. Maxwell was just...built different.

"You aren’t playing fair." Andrew protested, and Maxwell’s grin was feral.

"Well, what are you going to do that can make cum faster?" Maxwell asked sweetly, grinding his ass on Andrew’s cock. Andrew moaned, the tight, wet heat of Maxwell too much. He had to hold on, he had to, but damn was it so hard.

Andrew looked around desperately, trying to find anything that he could use to his advantage. There was the obvious, but Maxwell had already chastised him for going the easy way. Maxwell was barely letting him move either. He was lying on his back on the bed, Maxwell riding him like a fucking pro.

He was hot as hell, an incubus in his own right, and Andrew had to sohow last longer than him? Fuck.

Andrew released his hold on Maxwell’s hips, running his hands upwards, touching Maxwell’s body with trembling, reverent hands. Maxwell closed his eyes, enjoying the touch as Andrew continued wandering his hands further. He was gentle, his touch soft, teasing and he felt Maxwell tense around him.

He watched as the man’s lips opened slightly, and a soft, breathy moan left his lips. Andrew could watch Maxwell all day, but he continued moving his hands. He gripped and molded everything his hands could touch, running his hands over his stomach and the softness that was there.

He actually really liked the fact that he and Maxwell contrasted each other. While Andrew was considerably more...chiseled, Maxwell was soft. Warm. He hid it well under all of his clothes, but Maxwell had a little soft stomach.

Andrew was pretty sure it was because he was an oga, and he didn’t need a big brain to realise that he probably should never ask or make a comnt on it. He’d rarely seen chiseled ogas, but that didn’t an that they didn’t happen, he just liked Maxwell as he was.

He wouldn’t hate a chiseled Maxwell either. Fuck. Thinking about the man above him with rippling abs, the shadows that would be involved, the sweat, the way his pecs would be more defined...

Andrew better control his wandering thoughts or he’d lose his rights to make sweet sweet love to Maxwell.

Andrew continued sliding his hands up Maxwell’s body until he stopped at his chest, cupping those pecs he’d thought about just a few seconds ago. He molded and shaped the warm skin in his hands, holding Maxwell carefully, but firmly. Maxwell was loving the attention, and Andrew could feel him tightening around him.

Maxwell was getting more turned on. Whatever Andrew was doing was working. Swallowing, Andrew grew distracted as Maxwell squeezed him tightly, and he had to gather himself as a moan was torn out of his mouth.

"Oh god. You feel so fucking good Max." Andrew groaned and Maxwell gave him a little knowing smirk. Andrew grit his teeth as his balls tensed, his cock jerking. The man was a devil. "You did that on purpose." Andrew complained and Maxwell raised his hands, cupping Andrew’s over his pecs.

"Don’t say you didn’t like it." Maxwell took one of Andrew’s hands up and towards his lips, pressing a kiss against his fingers until he sank Andrew’s fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and Andrew groaned.

"Fuck. You’re so damn pretty with my fingers in your mouth." Andrew told him, and Maxwell’s eyes curled up at the corners as he smiled at him. So. Damn. Pretty.

Andrew turned his attention to Maxwell’s other pec, his nipple on full display. Andrew ran his fingers along it, tracing it, flicking it, pinching it. Maxwell continued to suck on Andrew’s fingers, and Andrew wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

He began to rub his fingers along Maxwell’s mouth, rembering all the places he liked from kissing him. He made sure that he gave just enough pressure and watched as Maxwell’s eyes rolled back into his head as he enjoyed himself. His hips beca jerkier, his movents not as fluid as they were before. Andrew didn’t thrust up, not breaking his promise as he let Maxwell continue to move as he wanted, but he continued his subtle attack.

Maxwell was leaking, and Andrew took that as a good sign. His fluttering asshole was also a good sign, and Andrew was biding his ti. He was barely holding on, his thighs tense, his thoughts moving away from how good Maxwell felt just so that he didn’t embarrass himself.

He was going to make Maxwell cum first. He was going to have his reward.

Andrew’s fingers beca more insistent, Maxwell moaning around the fingers in his mouth, the suction fluctuating as Maxwell grew hotter and hotter. He began to rock his hips, hitting his favourite spot over and over and Andrew knew he was close. So freaking close, but of course, Maxwell wasn’t one to take anything laying down easily.

Maxwell’s eyes flared open, his blue eyes determined and suddenly, the pace he had set changed. He began thrusting down hard, then pulling up slowly, over and over and over. Andrew, who was already on the edge, jerked every ti Maxwell thrust down hard.

"M-Max, wait." Andrew begged but Maxwell had a glint in his eye. He was close, and he knew that Andrew was close too.

His nibbled on Andrew’s fingers in his mouth, the only warning Anderw got before Maxwell’s grip on him tightened until Andrew gasped and Maxwell placed his hands on Andrew’s chest and slamd himself down on Andrew’s cock aggressively. He did it a few more tis before Andrew couldn’t handle it, but he wasn’t going alone.

Andrew twisted his fingers, stroking the top of Maxwell’s mouth and felt Maxwell gasp around his fingers as he shuddered. Both n were moaning as they ca, shaking, trembling. Andrew could feel Maxwell’s cum pool on his lower stomach, and flinched every ti Maxwell squeezed him.

Andrew slowly withdrew his hand from Maxwell’s mouth, giving his pec a little squeeze as he petted Maxwell, soothing him as he shuddered. Andrew wasn’t fairing any better, his muscles twitching. He’d been so tense for so long that it had felt explosive. He’d been on the verge of yelling.

"What does a tie an, Maxy?" Andrew asked, his voice slightly hoarse and Maxwell laughed softly.

"You’re a beast. You made cum from touching the roof of my mouth." Andrew frowned.

"Hey! That’s not true! My dick played a big role in that!" Maxwell shook his head at his protest, his chest rising and falling as he gathered himself. Andrew slowly sat up, his abs protesting as he pulled himself up. He pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s shoulder, wanting to soothe him after their climax. "So? What does it an?" Andrew asked and Maxwell looked at him helplessly.

"I was always going to give into your demands." Maxwell muttered. "I just wanted...to play a little." He didn’t seem like he felt bad for playing with the rules, and Andrew frowned.

"You an to tell that Maxwell Beckett likes to play with the rules? That’s unheard of. I heard he was a rule follower." Andrew sounded properly scandalised and Maxwell tossed his head back and laughed, wrapping his arms around Andrew and pressing his face into Andrew’s neck.

"You win Andy. You can make your sweet, sickly love to . So slow and thodical. I might fall asleep, but you’re allowed." Andrew felt sothing build inside of his chest and he stared down at Maxwell, and the cheeky grin on his face.

"You’re going to regret saying that." Andrew warned and Maxwell’s grin grew even cheekier.

"Oh no. Andy’s going to punish with his big, fat cock. I’m sooooo scared." He squeezed Andrew’s cock tightly, rippling the movent and Andrew groaned.

"You are in so much trouble, mister. Not only is it going to be sickly sweet, I’m going to whisper sweet nothings into your ears the whole ti." Maxwell groaned.

"Nooo. That’s actually too much." Maxwell said and Andrew pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"You snooze, you lose, Mister incubus. Now get on your back while I go grab a condom. We’re doing missionary like any good couple should." Maxwell groaned like Andrew had just told him to eat his vegetables and he couldn’t stop from laughing.

He was so dang happy to be with him.