“Nothing. That’ll make it easier to fuck you.” Axel inches inside me, that beautiful cock filling me so full my toes curl into the carpet beneath me in protest, yet the only sound I make is a relieved moan as his crown nudges my prostate.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps when he’s seated to the hilt. “That’s the tightest hole I’ve ever been in. Jesus, you feel good.”
I don’t doubt him. It’s been a minute since I’ve taken a dick, and there’s a reason I wanted his. Even though he stretched me perfectly, it was never gonna be an easy fit. Fortunately, my body is already remembering how much it loves a meaty cock.
“I’ll feel even better when you start to move.” Axel gives my ass a firm smack, presumably a warning to give him a minute, but all that does is make my hole contract.
“And you call me the pig,” he mutters with a tentative thrust, and just that one pump has a ball of pressure building in my core that erupts with a shameless moan.
Something about that sound unleashes his restraint, and before I have time to brace, he fucks me into the mattress at a punishing pace. Fast and hard, Axel’s cock glides effortlessly into my body as his hips slap against my ass. The smack of bare flesh echoes off the walls, a symphony of grunts adding a carnal flare to the beat.
Bracing one of his hands on my hip, Axel wedges the other underneath me, driving into me like a man possessed. Normally, I wouldn’t get anything out of that. Yet, those fingers gripping my dick feel like heaven, coaxing me closer and closer to the brink despite the near violent way he’s thrashing into my body.
He’s damn near unhinged, and I fucking love how I can do that to him.
The room fills with our cries of pleasure, throaty, primal grunts from him and needy whimpers from me. Together, we’d wake the house if there was anyone else in it, but even if there were, at the moment, I don’t care. I just want him to ruin us both.
“Gonna come, Len…,” he grits, too absorbed to finish his sentence. “Need you with me.” He pumps my cock as fast as our position will allow, the dual sensation of being filled and jerked toppling my senses into overdrive. My mind goes dark as my vision goes white, and deep inside my core, sparks ignite.
A breathless wail erupts from my throat as my balls erupt, shock waves rippling through my body. Axel thrusts into me one final time and stays buried deep, rocking against me as the tip of his cock pulsates inside. Or maybe that’s my body passing its contractions to him. I don’t even care which, so long as I don’t have to leave this blessed euphoria.
“Damn,” Axel whispers when he catches his breath, so soft I almost can’t hear it. “You really are a little devil.”
“What?” My sex-addled mind doesn’t follow the devil reference, although it’s not so foggy it doesn’t recognize that orgasm was off the Richter scale, and not just in the physical way that leaves only your body sated. What that means—I don’t want to comprehend right now.
“Youwere a dangerous temptation before you let me inside your body, and now…” His cock slips from me as he leans over to kiss the back of my neck—a far too tender gesture for what we just did—leaving me disconnected.
A sudden chill slips down my spine, and not because I’m naked from the waist down. “Nowwhat?”
“Nothing.” He helps me to stand and strips off my shirt, eyes going lusty at the sight of my bare chest. “Get in bed.”
Feeling unusually self-conscious, I do as he says and climb under the covers. He strips off his shirt and joins me, tucking me into his side as he leans back against the headboard. It’s too familiar. Too intimate. I don’t have the strength to protest or the headspace to think about what we’re doing though.
“Gonna need a minute before round two, Len. That wore me out.”
“It must have. You can't even finish my name.” I snip, more out of fear than because I want to be difficult.
“Is Leni any better?” He runs his fingers absently along my arm.
I pinch the side of his pec hard enough to leave a mark. “Back to this biking fantasy of yours. Why do you love it so much? Biking, I mean.” I know we’re dangerously close to pillow talk right now, which is damn near as terrifying as the idea of him holding me, but I need something to distract myself from thinking about how we’re cuddled in his bed. About how Ishouldmove but can’t bring myself to do it. I’m hoping if he talks about his work that’ll calm my nerves.
“The speed. The thrill. Flying through the air. Going wherever you want, since there’s no roads. All of it.”
“I’ve never ridden on a bike before,” I admit without thinking.
“That’s something we’ll have to fix while I’m here, then.”
I don’t love the idea of 'fixing'anything together, so having him acknowledge that his stay is temporary sets me at ease. Although, theidea of getting on a bike with him, the freedom of it, makes me jittery with anticipation.What the actual F, Lennon? Get it together.
“The bike fantasy is that important to you, huh?” I trace my finger around his nipple, thinking if I steer us back to sex, I’ll be on safer ground.
“Biking and screwing, remember?” He lets his hand drop to my ass and gives it a little pinch. “Seriously, though, riding is more invigorating than anything else in life. Even sex. Most of the time.” He gives a humorless little laugh.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing, just zone out watching my finger draw imaginary circles on his chest... and wake up cradled in his arms the next morning.Not a good move, Lennon.
“Morning.” Axel drags his finger up and down my arm. “Sleep well.”
“Like the dead, apparently. I thought we were only taking a rest.” I stretch my arm above my head, which I realize after it's too late presses my morning wood into his thigh.
