- Trigger Warning for explicitly rough / cnc /borderline psychotic sex -
My heart was beating out of my chest, this beautiful man straddled around me; those freckles bursting through his perfect smile.
“I love you, Max Harrison.” I held him tightly, squeezed so he knew I meant it.
And I did mean it. I fell in love with him long before that bonfire, long before I could admit it to myself; and maybe it was quick– too quick. But it wasn’t long after meeting the kid, those brown eyes and curly hair; those damn freckles across his nose and cheeks. What’s not to love?
He smiled down at me, squeezing his arms around my neck; “I love you, Denver Benedetti.”
I felt the love, felt the conviction in his voice. We were made for each other– me and Max. So I leaned in to kiss him again, smashing my lips into his. God, he was soft, tender– the total opposite of me.
My fingers couldn’t help but roam up his back, underneath his shirt as I deepened our kiss; deeply inhaled his breath as my own– he was intoxicating. I loved it, every second spent with him; every second inside him– was perfect.
He broke away from me, lingering his lips just an inch from mine; “We said I love you before being official.” He teased with a smirk on his lips.
But I couldn’t be bothered with his teases, with his titles. Instead I lifted us out of his bar stool, spun us around and sat him on the island; my favorite spot to entice him. And I breathed in his scent, pulled his hips to mine as he clipped his feet together behind me– “I love you.” I whispered in his ear.
And I knew it would be enough to make him melt, to get his neck to crane and become short of breath. I licked at his lobe, savoring the taste of him; dragging my tongue down his jaw and neck and biting where I knew he’d crumble. “Mm.” He moaned out.
Good, I thought; stay right there. Stay in that blissful pleasure and never leave it.
My hands drug along his smooth back, leaving a trail of fire as I kept biting and licking and worshiping his body. He was a good boy, always was– my good boy.
I tugged at his hair, licked up the base of his throat; grinded my hardened length into his. “I can’t get enough of you.” I admitted with another rough kiss to his jaw, “I can’t stop touching you.” I needed him to know, “I need you.” I finished in a whisper, tugging at his shirt.
He let me rip it off of him, revealing him in all his glory; revealing that perfectly tight body– exposing his bare skin to me. “I need you too.” He whispered back, our foreheads together.
The corner of my mouth curved– I knew he did.
So I smashed my lips into his, grabbed at his body; flicked my thumbs at his nipples. He was warm, no– burning fucking hot under my touch as I slid my tongue between his lips.
His hands ran through my hair, tugged so delicately that I could only press even harder into him. God, I loved this… God, I can’t stand it…
I broke away from him, my breathing sharp; scanning his body– my body. And I snaked a hand to his neck, squeezed lightly so he parted his lips. He’s so obedient, so fucking sexy– so fucking mine.
My hand gripped tighter around his throat, feeling the contractions from within; feeling his need for air. I smirked again; lifting his head, his body with my grip– “Get on the floor.” I spoke through clenched teeth.
And he dropped, straight to his knees. “Yes, sir.” He stared up at me, those big chocolate eyes just inches from my clothed cock.
I leaned my hands into the island, steadied my package to his face and let every drop of saliva on my tongue drip down to him. “Get to it.” I ordered him, allowing his hands to fumble with my jeans as I tore my shirt off. He dropped them down to my ankles, and what a sight I’d fallen in love with– that pretty face below me.
I took his hair in my hand, buried his face into my length; grunted as his nose and lips massaged my rock hard flesh. I was blessed with it, such a large meaty thing. But I was incredibly lucky to find him, to find someone who could take it; who could bear it.
My breath was deep, my abdomen contracted as I twitched and tensed down below. I pulled him back, snaked a finger between his lips and pulled at his cheek; smirking down at my obedient boy– “He wants you.” I teased him, pressing me into his chin; “Let him free.”
And he did as I asked, sliding my boxers down and springing my hardened length free.
I almost lost control as he licked his lips, almost lost the thrill of toying with him. His eyes never left mine, even with such a hefty cock right in front of him; even with such a longing I knew he had– he kept his eyes on mine. I withdrew my finger, smacked him across the face and gripped his jaw– he didn’t even flinch.
My lips parted, my body shuddered; I fucking craved that warm mouth. “Open up.” I breathed out.
And the second his hole was opened for me, I slid my cock inside; craned my neck in pleasure as his lips sealed around me. I was reeling, my heart beat racing; that primal urge begging to be set free– I smacked him again, gripped his hair.
I needed it– I needed him.
So I thrusted my length inside him, breathing harder as I heard him gag; falling deeper as he struggled to keep those pretty eyes open. “Hold your breath baby.” I whispered, pulling him closer and closer to my hips. I watched him struggle, watched the tears form in his eyes; watched as his face burned red fucking hot.
And I surged, “Fuck.” I moaned out as I pulled his lips to my base; felt every inch of my cock tighten inside his throat. I held him there, his abdomen twitching; his throat clenching– I spit down in his face again.
He was mine. Every inch of him was mine, and he knew exactly how to please me.
I let him off, let him gasp for air but only for a second before ramming my cock back inside. Dear God, it was tight; it was heaven. I slid out, thrusted– slid out, thrusted.
And he let me have my control, let me use his throat. Despite the gags, despite the sputtering– he too enjoyed every fucking second. But he has gotten too good, he was trained too well.
So I gave him a second, let him catch his breath as slime poured from his lips. I’d catch it in my hands, smear it across his face; “Good fucking boy.” Before I gripped so tightly, so dominantly; and rammed my length in his skull– bent over and used my forearms to keep him there.
He sputtered like crazy, coughed and heaved and gagged wildly; I didn’t care– I loved it. He furiously tapped on my thighs, squeezed when he had enough… but I hadn’t.
I kept him there, “You like that, hm?” I grunted, another squeeze; “You wanna breathe, don’t you?” I taunted him, watching as his body trembled; as his throat constricted– “Fuuuuck.”
I moaned wildly as I finally gave in, let go and allowed him to gasp for air. My hands found his throat again, pointed his eyes to mine and cocked my head; “You breathe when I tell you to.”
He was on the verge, beet red in the face; but it didn’t stop him from nodding– from brokenly saying, “Yes, sir.” And I smiled from ear to ear, squeezed at his throat and slammed my raging cock back inside.
I loved this mouth, loved this throat; loved this man. I thrusted and thrusted and thrusted– enjoying every noise it would make. The sloshing, the gagging; the tiny guttural breaths he tried to take.
But if I kept going, I’d cum. So I let him breathe, brought him to his feet by the throat; and spit right in his mouth, “Who’s gonna make you beg for it?” I asked with another head tilt.
“You, sir.” He croaked.
I smirked, and tightened my grip; “Who’s gonna make you live for it?”
“You, sir.” He barely managed.
I leaned in, licked across his cheek and to his ear; “Who’s gonna make you scream for it?”
And I heard him try to say it, but it only came out as a deranged whisper of the words. I smiled to myself, eased my grip and faced him; “Get in the fucking bed, and show me then.”
I dropped my hands, let him take a full breath. And even through the abuse, even through all the crazy shit he allows me to do to him; he fucking smiles– “Yes, sir.”
I watched him walk down the hall, undressed his bottom half with my eyes before he turned into his bedroom and I let out a breath I was holding; gripped the counter and breathed deeply. He took it out of me, every single time. I don’t like to show it, prove my weaknesses but for God’s sake it takes a toll. He’s better than any woman I’d ever been with, more obedient than I could’ve ever imagined.
My breath regulated, I stepped out of jeans and boxers; naked but for my socks and stalked to his room…
And there he was, the man I love; already down to his boxers and laying flat on his back– still trying to catch his breath.
I hit the light switch, bringing darkness over the room as I climbed on top of him; my raging cock pressing into his. “How much do you trust me?” I leaned into his ear.
He sucked in a sharp breath, “With everything.” He admitted to my smirking lips in his ear, “I trust you with everything.”
I growled heavily, grinded my body into his; “Good,” I breathed, “Because you’re about to be bound to my will.” And I could tell he wasn’t scared, could tell he wasn’t turned off; not with his affirming words– not with the buck of his hips.
I pulled off him, jumped off the bed and reached behind his night stand; pulling at the extension cord he kept there. I didn’t have ropes, I know he didn’t either; so I made due with what I had.
I climbed back in the bed, “Turn the fuck around.” I ordered and he obeyed. I smirked down at his almost naked body, salivated at the sight. I took his arms, pinned his wrists together and wrapped the cord around them. When I tied it, there was still much left of the long extension cord, so I lifted it above his head, snaked it around his neck twice and pulled his body into mine.
Maybe it was dangerous, I didn’t care. Maybe it was too freaky, too kinky– I didn’t care.
I think he’s learned by now how much control I desire.
He didn’t object, he didn’t argue– no, instead he moaned my name; “Denver.”
I slid my tongue in the crook of his neck, felt the cord dig into his skin. “Yes, baby?” I cooed, tugging harder at the cord; sliding my cock between his thighs.
He could only manage a whisper, “Just use me.”
And I chuckled in his neck, this kid doesn’t care; if anything– he likes it.
So I licked up his neck, tugged harder on the cord until I heard his breath whistle; “God, I love you.” And I let his torso drop to the sheets, tugged at his boxers until they were on the floor. He whispered underneath me, wiggled his hands that were bound to his back.
I tugged the cord, arching his neck that also arched his back; and I licked at my lips. He’s perfect, the perfect boy– my boy. I wrapped the cord around my fist, slapped his ass twice to leave a mark; my mark. And I descended my lips to the base of his spine.
“Mmm.” He moaned as my tongue slid down him, in between his cheeks and flicked at his entrance. I felt his body twitch, felt his hole tighten at my lips.
I dove my tongue inside, savoring the taste of him; relishing in the warmth as I pulled tightly at the cord. My cock was raging, straining to be relieved. But I needed him to want it, to beg for it– so I pulled his cheeks apart and smothered my mouth in him.
He was moaning, panting; thrashing in place as I sucked and nibbled and swirled my tongue at his hole. “Fuck.” He was bucking his hips, “Oh my God.” His legs were shaking, “Please…” He panted, “Take me already.”
And I smirked at a job well done, pulled on the cord to lift his head to mine; us both on our knees as he panted out of breath. “Is my good boy gonna take it all?” I whispered as I lined my hardened length at his entrance, “Is my good boy gonna submit to me?” I growled in his ear.
He could barely breathe, let alone talk; but his furious nods were enough.
I wrapped an arm around his neck, pulled at the cord and held him in a headlock– sliding slowly inside him. Fuck, it was tight; expanding as my cock forcefully entered.
“Aw, fuck.” I moaned, only a few inches inside him. But I needed it, all of it; every inch of me inside him– so I sent it.
He screamed what he could through strangled resistance as my length plowed deep inside, my balls tapping his and a deep; primal growl escaped my lips. I slid out, slammed back in; slid out– slammed back in.
His shoulders and elbows were twisting, his hands writhing in their restraints; “Take it baby.” I breathed, my own breath becoming ragged once again.
But his body was twitching with each stroke, coming closer and closer to the moment I waited for until…
He went limp in my hold, fell face first to the bed as I smacked his ass the hardest I could; again and again. I put all my weight on his hips, used every ounce of strength to slam into him. He was warm, breathing; but knocked out cold– he was mine– all mine.
I couldn’t help myself from whispering, grunting the most profane, dirtiest things I could– “You like that cock buried in you?” No response, “I know you do.” I kept going, “This cock was made for you, boy.” I grunted, felt him twitch underneath me; “Awww fuck!”
My thrusts were wild, exotic and foreign as that insatiable urge ran through me.
He started gasping for air underneath me, his hands twitching; his legs shaking– “You’re such a good fucking boy.” I growled into him.
The sounds of his gasping only drove me further, the struggle in his voice as he still moaned in pleasure; it was intoxicating– irreplaceable.
I pulled on the cord yet again, brought his head up to me as I drilled him mercilessly; “You wanna breathe?” I asked him, but I knew the answer. “You gotta earn it.” I slammed rapidly into him.
I shook the cord from my first, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and stuck the other in his mouth; all four of my fingers gagged his mouth. He sputtered, coughed; oozed slime down my hand– I was close.
He was writhing in my grip, trembling at my touch; so I moved a hand down to his length– gripped tightly around the base. Even with my fingers lodged in his throat, he moaned– he loved it. “Cum for me baby.” I grunted.
And I picked up my pace, fucking him at a speed I didn’t recognize; grunting in a tone I didn’t recognize. I pulled at his length, rubbed a thumb over his glistening tip until I felt him spasm– twitch. And his whole body rumbled into me.
I growled loud, “I’m gonna cum baby.” My eyes were sealed shut, sweat ran down my brows; “Fuck!” And right as I slammed a final thrust inside him, I felt his cock twitch; felt it spew several ropes of warm liquid to his bed sheets.
As did I– every fucking drop inside of him.
After everything settled, we were both lying in the bed; his head nestled into my shoulder– my arm wrapped around him.
A smile wouldn’t leave my face as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling fan above, mesmerized by its flow; cooled by its pace.
He whispered, “I love you, Denver.” And he nestled deeper into my body.
I squeezed him, whispering back; “I love you too.”
The following day I needed to run out of his house by the time I woke up, already running late to work. So I trudged to my apartment, rifled through unfolded laundry and slipped on some cargo pants and a work shirt.
By the time I made it to the job-site, Roman already looked pissed at me; “Must you be late every time you spend the night with him?” He teased me.
I chuckled, pulling my shades over my eyes as I scanned the crew already putting up siding; “You would too if you were me.” I teased him back, “When will the contractor get here?” I asked, looking back to him and his clipboard.
But he only smacked me with it, “He already left.” He smirked, biting his bottom lip as he drew a pencil from behind his ear; “He’s gonna pull the permits for lacing and the exterior facades.” I nodded, “But he’s giving us a hard time about the pool.”
I shrugged, “We don’t deal with the pool anyway.” But Roman only scoffed, “I know idiot but it would help make things run smoother if the bitch would just pull the damn permits.”
“Well.. you know contractors.” I stared up at the crew again, “Are they fucking retarded?” I squinted my eyes at two men hanging from the beams to nail in the siding.
He just shook his head, “You should really quit that word.” He teased me.
I just laughed, “And your dad shouldn’t hire retards.”
But it didn’t matter, almost all construction crews had those few that had screws loose. We got by though, after I corrected them of course. And our day flew by after that– soon, ready to head home.
And I checked my phone as I hopped in my car; there was a text from him– my love.
How’s work? It read.
I smiled, quickly texting back. Over now. What’re you doing later?
I was thinking the pool? He responded.
So I started my car and responded back. Meet you there?
And I didn’t need to look back at a reply, I knew that’s what he meant.
I got into the apartment right after Roman, kicking off my work boots at the door; something I’ve picked the habit of by staying so often at Max’s. “I heard you and Em made up.” Roman piped from his room as I passed to head into the shower.
I started stripping out of my work clothes, “You could say that.” I answered him. We did, yes. But I would be lying if I said the thought of her didn’t still make me uneasy. She ruined how I was planning, ruined how I wanted to reveal my past to Max; but at the end of the day– I couldn’t not forgive her.
“What does that mean?” He walked from his room, changed into shorts and nothing else.
I rolled my eyes, sliding my pants off; “It means we’re cool. I’m just gonna create some distance is all.” I admitted, pulling off my shirt and turning the shower on.
“Whatever.” He shook his head and walked for the front door, “I’m going to Leah’s to take a shower and we’re meeting at the pool.”
I didn’t bother responding before he opened and closed the door. Figures they’d all be there, it feels like the only time I get Max to myself is at his house. But I’m sure he didn’t care, he craved the attention; craved being around everyone.
Me? I’d be fine if we just picked up and got lost for a while, just me and him.
But most people didn’t think that would be the case with me, most people think I crave attention too but in reality… I just like to be liked. But now I have him, someone I love; someone who loves me too. So who cares? I know I don’t.
Regardless, I hopped in the shower and let the steam wash away the sweat from today; thinking of last night and how badly I loved that kid– my neighbor.
Before I knew it, I was rocking a boner that I rolled my eyes at. It didn’t matter though, I knew he'd take care of it for me later.
So I changed into some trunks, a loose fit t-shirt and some slides; and made my way down to the pool. When I walked through the gate I saw them all, but my eyes focused on him– my man.
Damn did he look cute in his swimming trunks, shirtless and smiling and filled with light. “What’re you pussies laughing at?” I teased them all as I took a seat next to him, wrapped my arm around his waist and planted a kiss on his cheek.
But he shoved me, even with the blush on his cheeks; “Who’s a pussy?” He teased back.
I could only smile, “Emily was just telling us about her new crush.” Roman bobbed his eyebrows up and down, and I turned to face her; a red blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Oh?” I leaned back, intrigued on who could grab her attention so quickly; on who would want her attention so quickly. But my babe next to me sort of shrunk in his position, “Well, enlighten me.”
Max got quiet, Em got quiet; but Roman only smiled as he said– “Your arch-nemesis.”
I drew my brows, “Vic.” Emily spoke up, “Max’s friend Vic.”
I shook my head, “Why?” And she rolled her eyes.
“Does it matter why?” Leah asked me, turning her gaze to her friend; “But why?”
Em shook her red hair in her face and stood, “I’m getting in the pool.” But we all looked at her knowingly, “He’s hot okay!” She threw her hands up, “I met him for like two seconds the other night and I haven’t stopped thinking about him.”
I laughed hysterically which earned a punch from Max, “Will you shut up.” He looked at me with a stern look.
I shrugged my shoulders, “The guy’s a menace.”
“You don’t even know him.” Em shot back at me, turning around and jumping into the blue water. I cranked my neck to look at Max, smiled and puckered my lips.
He met them with a soft, quick kiss. “Actually…” He leaned back from me, “There is something you all should know.” And that got all of our attention, all except Em who was busy in the water. “I asked him the other night if he remembers you.” He admitted, looking me in the eyes.
“Okay?” I shook my head.
He rolled his eyes, took a deep breath; “Emily stormed off during that game, right?” He asked and I nodded, drawing my brows and remembering the day.
It was fucking hot that day, open skies and grass as green as green can get. My coach was hustling us to win that game, and that damn Vic was the only one on the field who could ruin it.
“Well he admitted to sending his ex over to talk to Em and…” he trailed, craning his neck; “Well… she may have convinced Emily that you were cheating on her with her.” And my eyes popped from my socket.
I leaned up, “Wait, that blonde bitch was his girlfriend?” I thought back to the day, when Em swore up and down that the tight bodied blonde across the field was someone I slept with; but I never met her before. “That fucking prick.”
“No!” Max raised his hands, then grabbed mine; “He was seventeen, Denver. And he didn’t ask her to say that, she just did.”
I scoffed, “I’m sure that’s what he told you.” A menacing smirk on my lips.
Of course the dickhead would lie.
“I knew Hanna.” He stated, more like demanded; “That would not be Vic’s idea.”
I rolled my eyes, “Hey, I’m not the one who should know.” And our eyes all traveled to the red-head swimming alone.
He sighed next to me, “I’ll tell her soon.” And I nodded, deciding to drop it for now. Vic wasn’t my problem, wasn’t Max’s problem– maybe Em’s. But I didn’t care.
Either way I grabbed his hand and squeezed, smiled in his direction and scooted closer. It wasn’t our problem, for once– we didn’t have any.
It was refreshing to be so free, to be so open. I can’t remember the last time I was with someone that I didn’t hide things from, that I didn’t store secrets from. And especially with a guy, so new and foreign– but it worked, me and him. Something about him made my chest feel at ease, made being me a whole lot easier.
“I wanna take a dip.” He patted my arms as Roman and Leah hopped in, his way of telling me to get up. But I just crossed them, I was comfortable in the position we laid in. He was sitting upright in the lounge chair and I was laying on him, between his legs with my head resting on his abdomen. “Come on.”
I shook my head, he was warm; he was comfortable.
“Denver.” He whined, “Get off me.” But he couldn’t contain the chuckles that escaped at my stubbornness.
I shook my head again, “Make me.” I teased him, locking my body into position.
And he tried to force me up, tried to swing his legs over me but I was heavy; heavier than him– I wasn’t ready to budge.
He gave up and sighed into his seat, “I didn’t wanna have to do this…” He started, earning my listening ear; “But no sex if you don’t let me up.” I didn’t move. “Really?”
I smirked, “How about…” I countered him, “I let you up if… You let me do something crazy tonight.” I smiled wickedly to myself.
He huffed behind me, “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked me, “Choking me with a power cord isn’t crazy enough?” I shook my head, remembering last night; fighting the strain in my shorts.
“Crazier.” I added.
He huffed again, “Can you be more clear?” He asked me, “Leah already asked about the line around my throat and I lied about it.”
I chuckled, “You, me, and a date at the sex shop.”
He started laughing, “You’re such a clown.” He teased me, “Fine, now get off me.” And I did, leaning up so he could stand from the chair; but I grabbed his hand– scanned his perfect body.
I licked my lips, “They close at nine.” I drifted my eyes up to meet him.
“I’m not gonna ask why you know that.” He chuckled, squeezing my hand; “Fine.” And I let him go to the ledge, watched that perfectly plump ass of his shake in his trunks and splash into the water.
Around seven thirty-ish, Max and I headed out of the pool gates; running to his apartment to shower and freshen up.
I wanted to tease him, give him a taste of what I had planned; but we needed to hurry– we were already running short on time. So we hopped in my car and sped off to the sex shop in Columbia.
We were almost there when he spoke up, “I’ve never been to a sex shop before.” He admitted, to which I squeezed his thigh and shot him a smirk.
“I’ve never been with another guy.” I admitted, “So I guess we’re both virgins, hm?”
We parked and walked in just shy of thirty minutes until they closed. The place was empty, just one or two people roaming the small store and a single clerk at the counter. “Welcome.” She faked a wave, eyes back to her phone.
I squeezed his hand, scanning the walls of toys and films and erotic merchandise.
We walked down the aisles, quite silently by our standards; usually one of us was talking. But my eyes were searching for one thing in particular, one thing I’ve always wanted to try; one thing I knew he’d love.
He picked at a dildo, holding it in his hands then placing it at his crotch; “This is like, totally me.” He smiled, looked up to me with a teasing smirk; “Don’t ya think?”
And I laughed along with him, squeezing his hand as we continued down the aisles until finally; I found it– a bondage kit.
I picked it up with a wicked smile, “More ropes?” He asked me, earning a flash of my teeth.
“These aren’t just ropes babe.” I flipped the box in my hands, reading the specs on the back; “Hand and ankle cuffs, blind-fold, ball gag, collar and leash, oh.. And a spanking paddle.” My brows lifted, turning my eyes to his that only doubled in size.
His brows were raised too, “A spanking paddle?” He questioned.
I laughed, checked the coast and smacked him roughly on the ass, squeezing what was mine. “Are you scared?” I whispered in his ear.
He swallowed, paused; but ultimately shook his head.
“Good.” I smirked, ready to check out and have some fun.
I was surprised of the price– almost a hundred fucking dollars for something I make-shifted with a power cord. But he was worth it, he’d always be worth it. And I can’t lie, my mini-me was strained inside my shorts for the entire drive home.
When we parked he looked in my eyes and asked, “You love me, right?” And I shook my head in confusion, drew my brows together.
“Yes.” I stated, “Why would you ask that?”
He looked away, nervously fumbling with his fingers; “I am scared.” He muttered, almost inaudible.
And I swallowed thickly at the words. I didn’t want to scare him, I didn’t want to do anything he didn’t want to do. “Of me?” I had to be sure, had to be sure that last night wasn’t too much; that he hadn’t been secretly resenting me for it.
He shook his head, met my eyes; “No.” And he took one of my hands, “No, I just…” He paused as I scanned his features, those beautiful features; “I can’t say no if a ball gag is in my mouth.”
And my face dropped.
“Do you think I’d ever do something you didn’t want?” I asked him, scared of what his answer could be. I felt my hands start to sweat, my heart beat began to race.
He paused again, “I don’t know.” His words were a punch in the gut, a slap to the face.
I went to open my mouth but paused too, thinking before I said something stupid; “I would never hurt you.” I squeezed his hand, ran my other hand along his cheek. “We can return it.” I regressed, succumbing to that stare; to those eyes.
He shook his head, “That’s not what I’m asking you to do.” He said, “I…” He started, “The last two times we’ve had sex, you literally made me pass out.” His words cut through me, “I liked it, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve done some research and it’s not really something we should be doing consistently. I could like… suffocate.”
Now I shook my head, “Stop.” I cut off the finisher to that sentence, “I won’t do it again.” But he shook his head, ready to counter his own wants for mine; “No, stop.” I dropped my head, running the last two times through my head. “I never wanna make you feel unsafe.”
“I know.” He added, “But babe… I’m fucking sore.” He admitted.
And I guess I never really thought about that, about how much he handled; about how much I put him through. So I nodded, “Okay, no sex tonight.” I was trying to please him, whatever he wanted.
But he shook his head again, “That’s not what I’m saying either.”
“Then what are you saying?” I pleaded, the nerves running rampant inside me. I can’t lose him, I can’t run him away– I can’t deal with that.
He leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on my lips, pulled away and whispered; “Just maybe tonight, go a little easy on me.” He smiled, squeezing my hand.
I nodded, “Anything for you.” I whispered back, and I meant it. I’d do anything for this kid– fucking anything he wanted, anything he needed.
I loved him way too much to hurt him.
Him– Max.
A/N - spicy spicy spicy. I hope you all enjoyed a post from his point of view. Just know, I’m not in Denver’s head so it isn’t as accurate as every other post but this is what I imagine. And it was quite a nice change of pace for me creatively to not reach so far in my mind and re-live certain emotions. Anyways, this won’t be the last of Denver's POV
