Free By CLARE LONDON by NOVELS

fell. We rocked on top of the table, not caring. The towels slid away from under my arse, and when I flung out an arm, looking for better purchase, I thumped the tall box on the chair. The cardboard gave a whumph sound, and I heard the squeaky puff of more polystyrene chips flying through the air.
    “Max.” I barely caught Seve’s whisper. His breath blew out over my neck. “Touch yourself, Max. I can’t….”
    I peeled my hand away from his shoulder. He adjusted his stance so that he could still balance me on the table and continued to thrust into me, his thighs under mine, the open zip of his jeans starting to scratch at my exposed skin. I didn’t care. I fisted my fingers around my cock and started to pump.
    Seve’s breath hitched and his head dropped. Even in the dark, he was watching me jerk off, my hand squeezed up between our bodies, twisting up and down my swollen shaft. His teeth tightened briefly on the skin of my shoulder.
    “Close,” he hissed and started to thrust into me more quickly. I reckoned I could feel him thickening inside me. I squeezed both the muscles of my hole and my hand around my dick, eager for completion for both of us. Seve was going to come soon, and I was either going to be flattened against the wall or plonked down unceremoniously. There was already a nagging pain in my lower back from trying to keep upright as he fucked me to a blubbering wreck. But I didn’t need much help at all to get there—my climax came rushing like a geyser and my hand became a blur as my eyes filled with tears of excitement.
    “Seve… shit!” I moaned aloud, and the last things I saw before the ecstasy robbed me of sense were his eyes opening wider in the half light and a shocked smile on his face. Even as my hot come hit our stomachs and began to dribble down between us, he gave a shout and pushed hard against me, forcing me back up against the wall and pressing finger-shaped bruises into my buttocks.
    Gotcha! I thought wearily and triumphantly.
    IT WAS eerily quiet in that tiny room, despite our ragged breathing. I untangled my legs from around his hips and he pulled his cock slowly out of me. With a wince, I sat back properly on the table and let my feet land on the floor. I was in dire need of proper support. My whole body ached and throbbed with the climax, the excitement, the physical strain.
    “You okay?” I whispered into the darkness.
    He nodded. I felt it because his head was bowed against my shoulder. He reached out a hand to grip my waist as if he were supporting himself as well. “Your head,” he muttered.
    Huh? I put a hand up, wondering why he was suddenly worrying about it. I found several chips in my hair and pulled them out with an irritated grunt. They were squashy between my fingers and shone white in the dim light. Great. Not only did I presumably look well fucked, I was also a lookalike for Frosty the Snowman.
    “Hell of a squeeze in here.” It was a feeble joke of mine, I knew, but to my surprise, Seve chuckled softly.
    “Hell of a good squeeze, though.”
    I wasn’t arguing with that. Just wondered what I was going to say now. How do you follow a fucking like that? Judging by my earlier pathetic “come here often” gambit, I knew I was out of practice in sweet-talking my partners. I didn’t think Seve was looking for that, anyway. If I even knew what he was looking for.
    I reached down to the floor, fumbling for my jeans. He let go of me and took a step backward. My boxers were pushed into my hand, and I felt Seve’s sweaty palm against mine. “Thanks,” I mumbled.
    Silence as I dressed myself. I was sticky all over my stomach, and I had to peel another polystyrene chip off there as well. The spunk was already drying, and I knew it’d be a really itchy treat when I walked home. A couple of the towels had tangled around my ankle like overeager children, and when I stood up, I stubbed a toe on one of the fallen files. I thought about moving to the doorway, but there