Loss of Control — Alex Jace

At thirty-five, the charming Max is finally getting bored with picking up a different man every night. He's looking for something a little more challenging when he meets Arjen -- smart, successful and stubbornly in denial about his sexuality. It's a fight just to make Arjen admit that he wants Max; every kiss risks scaring him away. Max enjoys pursuing him, but if he finally gets Arjen into his bed, he may no longer want to walk away. When you've never been in love before, it's a terrifyingly long way to fall…

6600-word MM erotic romance. First in a series. New update every week.

Excerpt from Falling #1 -- LOSS OF CONTROL:

“I get it. It's scary when you've been hiding so long. It means facing up to everything you've always been afraid of. There's no going back.”

“Yeah,” Arjen said, a little uneven.

“But you want it.”

Arjen drew in a sharp breath. Max stepped into his space; Arjen took a reflex step back and hit the wall. Max closed in ruthlessly and trapped him with a hand against the brick either side of his head. There. No escape.

Cornered, Arjen froze, his breathing quick and shallow. “I'm not -- ” He stopped to swallow, his eyes riveted to Max's mouth. “I'm not gay.”

“Course not,” Max murmured, leaning in, his mouth just a fraction above his. It would be so easy to take that first taste. “So you're not going to let me kiss you.”

“No.” His breath hitched in his throat. His eyes were so dark they were the same colour as the night.

Max tipped up his chin with his thumb, angling his face just right, and ghosted his mouth lightly across his, barely a touch at all. Arjen stopped breathing; his hands tightened into fists. Max bit that tempting lower lip ever so lightly, catching it briefly between his teeth. A promise and an invitation. Arjen made a tiny sound of hunger, his eyes fluttering shut, overcome.

“I'm going to kiss you now,” Max whispered against his mouth. “And you're going to let me.” Arjen gave the tiniest of nods, eyes still shut.

Perfect.

Max dipped his head that last inch and captured his mouth. And gloriously, Arjen melted for him like he'd been made for it -- he caught Max's collar and kissed him back, eager, even desperate, mouth opening under his.

The sheer intensity of that first kiss took Max's breath away. His heart hammered and he had to press closer, one hand fisting in Arjen's shirt to keep him still. Arjen pulled him tighter against him, into a deeper kiss, and Max's self-control short-circuited there and then. Max leaned into him and ground against him, wanting him to feel every inch of his hardness.

Arjen made a helpless sound of need. That was it; Max's hunger surged so hot it tightened the pit of his stomach and all he could think of was getting his hands on him. Max slid a hand down between them and palmed the front of his jeans boldly, making him yelp, squeezed and stroked him until he had Arjen exactly where he wanted him, panting and desperate. Max wanted him so fucking badly he couldn't get enough of him, his ragged breathing, the frantic beat of his heart, the way he kept clutching at Max. Max bit down on his throat as he squeezed hard, and Arjen arched into him with a stifled cry.

Oh, he was more than ready. The way Arjen was holding onto him it wouldn't take much effort to persuade him to come home with him. Spend one sweet night giving him what he craved. Then never see him again.

No. As badly as Max wanted to push inside him, to feel his body clench tight around him, he couldn't rush this. Max had learned that from experience. Always leave them wanting more.

It took a monumental effort of will, but Max let go. Stepped back. Left Arjen breathless and trembling, the colour high in his face.

Max had to swallow before he could speak. He was nearly as shaken as Arjen.

Max was going to fuck this man. However long he had to wait, however carefully he had to plan. Whatever it took to get Arjen into his bed.