Leap of Faith — Alex Jace

Max is now irrevocably in love with the irresistible Arjen, but after treating him so harshly, Max risks losing him forever. If Max can't find the courage to make a heartfelt confession of love, he may never get the chance again. It's time to make the leap…

5300-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

He bided his time until he could corner Arjen in the kitchen, flattening him against the tall metal fridge, a hand on either side of his head. Arjen drew in a quick breath, his chin lifting so he could meet his eyes. Max had always revelled in their height difference -- he liked looming over him.

“We should spend more time together.” Max could not afford to sound tentative. It had to be an order with Arjen.

“I don't think so.” Arjen pushed at his chest, trying to get him to move.

Max held firm. “It doesn't have to be a big deal. You like me, I like you. Let's catch a movie some time.”

“You like fucking me. That's not the same.”

That pissed him off. Arjen was right, Max did like fucking him; he had never known pleasure as intense as when he was inside Arjen, and Arjen always reacted so well to him, clutching at him, pleading for more. But he could not be satisfied any longer with that alone.

He caught Arjen's mouth in a rough kiss. Arjen yielded to him for a sweet moment, dragging him down for a deeper kiss. Max got him pressed up against the fridge, hot and taut, just how Max liked him. He dipped a hand to squeeze Arjen boldly through the front of his trousers. Arjen's gasp gave him a deep satisfaction.

Max nuzzled into the tempting line of his throat. “What are you afraid of? That if you go out with me you'll like it?”

“I'm not afr -- ”

Max cut him off by pushing a hand into Arjen's trousers. Arjen groaned as Max's fingers closed around his length. “Hush,” Max whispered in his ear, enjoying the heat of him, the rigid hardness. He started to stroke slowly. “Cate might hear.” Judging by the murmur and crackle in the background, she was watching the ten o'clock news in the living room.

Arjen made a stifled sound and shifted against him. Max could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his shirt. Max squeezed harder. Arjen tipped his head back against the metal of the fridge, his eyes fluttering shut. “We shouldn't…”

Max kissed him again. Arjen melted into him, his fingers curling into Max's t-shirt. He was so sweet like this, so yielding. Perfect.

When Max judged he wouldn't resist, he turned him and bent him over the kitchen counter. For all his protests, Arjen was starting to shiver with anticipation; he was only too eager for this. Max worked his way into him slowly, relentlessly, until he was sheathed tight inside him.

It gave him a fierce thrill to fuck Arjen in the kitchen where Cate might hear. Let her know that Arjen craved him more than anything. He swept a clatter of striped coffee mugs impatiently into the sink and started to pound Arjen harder from behind, his hand clamped over Arjen's mouth to keep him silent. Arjen's stifled whimpers only made his hunger burn hotter. He had Arjen exactly where he liked him, spread out for him, at his mercy. Max growled low in his throat as he drove home hard.