Chapter 431: Maxwell is going to get what he wants
Maxwell tried his best to not let others know when he was having a lot of emotions. Especially when it came to having people in his life that were very emotional themselves. He didn’t like to seem that he was competing with them.
Like he was trying to overtake them.
He did that enough in his work life, he didn’t want the others around him to feel the same way. Which was why he had reacted the way he had when Andrew had decided he was going to do an interview.
Internally? Maxwell had been so damn scared for the man. So worried. He knew that at some point he was going to have to face the public. He had no choice. Maxwell was not going to let go of the man, and that was a side effect of that.
Sure, Maxwell could have attempted to secret him away, but at the same time, he didn’t want that either. He wanted others to notice who Andrew was, what kind of man he was, and how shitty it was that others hadn’t noticed his potential before Maxwell.
Maxwell was greedy, and liked to show off. He was very happy that Andrew had gotten him a statement ring, something that he could show off without fear. It showed how well that the man knew him.
Which was all to say, when Andrew was called by his Mom and told that Andrew needed him, Maxwell had halted all feelings inside of him and just...talked at Andrew. Trying to calm him down, support him in any way that he could. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t even fully aware of what he had spoken to him about. He was just there to help his more emotional partner.
His fiancé.
God, Maxwell loved being able to say that. Being able to refer to the man as his, a mark on him both in flesh and metal. There were only a few ways that Andrew would be able to wiggle out of his grasp now, and one of them was death.
The only one was death.
His fiancé, fiancé, fiancé. Maxwell had a fiancé, and that fiancé was Andrew. Dr. Andrew Knox was his fiancé. He’d snagged him. Dr. Knox was Mr. Beckett’s fiancé. Maxwell privately had been grinning to himself about that when he was in the bathroom. In places where others couldn’t see him. All of it.
Not because he thought that others would harass him about it, but because he liked to celebrate it privately, and he was sure he looked like a fool. He also knew that everyone else was stressed about the interviews, but they were released.
Maxwell didn’t have to hold it in anymore.
He couldn’t prevent how he had launched himself at Andrew when he came in the door if he had tried. He was just so excited to see the man, touch the man, be with his fiancé. The handsome faced man who had ruined his professional reputation with one interview, and Maxwell wasn’t even mad.
Others thought he was a hard ass. He was, it was their loss that they thought his love for an alpha was going to change that. They would be the ones who would face the rude awakening as Andrew supported Maxwell attacking others whole heartedly. They had no idea that Andrew liked that Maxwell was a menace in the business field.
They had no idea that he liked Maxwell authoritative and opinionated. He just also wanted his opinions listened to.
Like right now.
The tub was full, Maxwell’s stomach was full, and his body was lax as the other man gripped his hips so hard that Maxwell knew he was going to have bruises. He didn’t care. He loved the feel of Andrew’s hands against his skin. It didn’t matter where.
Well, he did extremely like it when the man had his hands on the back of his neck. Felt like a collar. A rather personal one, and Maxwell was man enough to admit that he enjoyed that shit. Only from Andrew though. Anyone else?
Absolutely not. He would poke their eyes out, crush their nuts if they even thought about it. Maxwell was a one man kind of guy, which was an upgrade from being a no man kind of guy.
Which led back to the moment at hand. Where the man that he loved, bitten and marked, rubbed his cock against Maxwell’s ass in the tub. The slide from the suds and water made it feel incredible as he teased him.
Maxwell felt his eyes roll back in pleasure, his hips wanting to push back, tease him more, but Andrew held him in place. Nice and slow. Tortuous, but Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way. That was the Andrew way. He liked to play with his food, and Maxwell wasn’t the kind of man who would deny the man having his meal.
Not when it always worked out well for Maxwell.
Maxwell reached back, his hand wrapping around the back of Andrew’s neck and he breathed in the other man’s scent.
"Mm. Why are you teasing me, Baby? I made sure the condoms were within reaching distance." Maxwell told him softly and heard the sharp inhale from Andrew that made his body shiver. It was a sign that the man was retaining rigid control of his urges. He was fighting who he was on an intrinsic level, and it was so fucking hot that he was doing it for him.
Caring for him, in all aspects of his life. Their life.
"Maxy, you just..." Andrew let out a shaky exhale, his grip tightening on Maxwell’s hips. Maxwell felt his lips curl up in satisfaction.
"You don’t need to fight it so hard. So what if we make a mess? This is the damn bathroom, Baby. It’s meant to be easy to clean." Maxwell told him, poking the beast. Andrew shuddered, his fingers flexing on his skin. Maxwell felt the man lean forward, rubbing his mouth, his lips against Maxwell’s skin. It was hot, sexy, and drove the side of Maxwell that was an omega wild.
He could feel how full Andrew’s lips were, the slight tug of them on his skin, and then the image of Andrew biting him lingered. Fuck. He knew. He knew that Andrew wasn’t ready for it, but every time the man teased him like this Maxwell got so damn hard, so damn wet, he just craved the man.
Maxwell could feel his asshole fluttering, demanding, asking for Andrew to just sink into him. Fill him up, stretch him out. He wanted Andrew to come home. Make them both feel safe, secure, and to bring him to an orgasm that made him see stars.
Every orgasm with Andrew made him see stars.
"Maxy. You smell so good." Andrew’s soft, raspy words against Maxwell’s shoulder had Maxwell letting out a soft exhale of his own. The man should be arrested for the dips he made Maxwell feel in his stomach.
"Then fucking take a bite." Maxwell said, and then froze. He immediately worried about what Andrew would do, how he would react, and was surprised at Andrew’s reaction.
The man’s body started shaking, making Maxwell shake as Andrew began to laugh.
"Yeah? You’re that antsy? You’ve already bitten me, Maxy." Andrew reminded him and Maxwell felt his face warm.
"I know-"
"I won’t bite you the way you’d like, but I can bite you in other places." Andrew said, and Maxwell knew that a switch had been flipped. "Are you all warmed up and washed up?" Andrew asked and Maxwell’s vision of them having tub sex disappeared quickly.
He hadn’t really been tied to the thought. He was just...giving out options. Andrew could change them. Hell, he was ready for anything. Maxwell felt his cock twitch. They could do anything. Anything at all.
"I’m washed enough." Maxwell told him and Andrew chuckled. He pressed another kiss against Maxwell’s shoulder, squeezing his hips again before he slid his hands up to his waist and Maxwell let out a small cry in surprise as Andrew began to stand up. It was a dangerous thing to do, to stand up with both of them, but Andrew made it easy.
"I’m going to ask you to dry off so that I can put contacts in." Andrew whispered against Maxwell’s ear and Maxwell gulped. "I want to be able to see everything. Now that I have the contacts available. You’re not getting away tonight, Maxy. I’m feeling...dangerous." Maxwell’s breath came quickly at the sound of that. Andrew was warning him, he knew that much.
He was just also sure that Andrew didn’t know how much Maxwell wanted him either. Maxwell was going to swallow him whole if allowed. He wanted to tease the man, suck on his cock while on his knees. Make the man beg for release.
If the man wanted to be able to see all of that? That was fine with Maxwell. Perfect, actually. Andrew was a very considerate lover, and often had a hard time letting Maxwell pamper him, in and out of the bedroom.
"Is that a promise?" Maxwell asked back, and Andrew let out a low laugh. Maxwell shivered. He was going to be in for a treat tonight. Thank goodness Mr. Newman and Richard were more than capable of entertaining themselves right now.
Maxwell was going to devour the man.
"Angel, I don’t think you should speak like that. I already warned you last week I feel..."
"Out of control. I know. Who said you needed to stay in control right now? It’s just me and you, and your hard cock. Are you going to do anything about that? Because I’m aching for you, Baby. I want you to fill me up to the brim. I don’t want to know where you start, and I end, understood? I wanna make a damn mess, Andy." Maxwell told him, and Andrew shuddered.
"Go dry off. I’ll be out shortly. Me and this hard cock of mine will be just a few minutes." Andrew told him, and Maxwell grinned.
He loved it when he got what he wanted.