If Axel notices I say want instead of need, he doesn’t comment, just hands me the foil packet so I can roll the latex over him and slather him in more lube.
“Don’t I need to prep you?” he asks as I line him up to my hole.
“Not tonight. I need to feel this.” I make sure to say need this time instead of want, though I’m not sure if that’s for his benefit or mine. Either way, he doesn’t protest as I sink down on his beautiful cock, taking it fully inside me.
Though the burn is uncomfortable rather than painful, I still take a minute to adjust before I start to move. I hope he assumes my pause is strictly for physical safety rather than an attempt to get my emotions under control, but he’s a perceptive fucker so I can’t be sure. Either way, I wait until I’m sure my eyes won’t leak before I start to ride him.
Once I do, Axel holds perfectly still as I bounce frantically on his shaft, using it to push away the anger and hurt that have been weighing me down all day. The bed creaks beneath us, headboard thumpingagainst the wall, and still he sits motionless, a locked jaw the only sign that he’s holding back for my benefit.
Fast, hard – I take what he offers, abusing his body in pursuit of mental and emotional oblivion. It’s carnal. Selfish. And more than a little unhinged. Though he doesn’t seem to mind being the tool for my pleasure if his ragged breathing is any indication.
Axel’s eyes glaze over as I work us both into a frenzy, hands clutching desperately at my thighs. It doesn’t feel as if he’s trying to take control though, more like he’s just trying to hang on. To endure long enough to satisfy me.
That’s a far more gallant gesture than I deserve all things considered, and it nearly makes my rhythm falter. I’m forced to slam my eyes shut and concentrate on the feel of his rigid shaft as it rubs along my channel, spearing my prostate in a way that has my limbs tingling with anticipation.
“That’s it, Leni. Make yourself feel better. Make yourself come.” He eyes my cock hungrily as it bounces on his washboard abs, spurring me toward the release I hope will quiet my mind and numb my body.
“Stroke it,” I command.
His hand travels over my thigh and closes around my length, doing little more than encasing it in his firm grip, though the way I’m bobbing on his dick makes it feel like he’s pumping vigorously. The dual sensation of being jerked and penetrated ratchets my sensitive nerves to their peak, tipping me into the first wave of release.
The cry that erupts from my throat seems to wake something in him, and with his fist still wrapped around me he starts to pump into me, driving as deep as my body will allow. The relentless drilling of my prostate is like a series of tiny explosions inside my body, each one building on the last in a way that wracks my body with seemingly endless tremors.
Every muscle in my body goes limp as my release overtakes me, which only magnifies the sensation of my ass clenching around the stiff cock inside it. Cum shoots from my tip with such force it damn near reaches Axel’s chin, though with his head tipped back in ecstasy, he doesn’t appear to notice.
As the last of the spasms settle my mind blissfully empties, and I revel in the weightless sensation of coming apart. Then Axel puts his free hand behind my neck, pulling me to him as he sits up to meet me, smashing our lips together.
Unlike this morning, which was slow and tentative, this kiss is urgent and desperate. Teeth and tongues clashing in rhythm with the cock still pulsing inside me, our breath mingling together as our release envelopes us. But it doesn’t stop when the tremors do. It morphs to something else. Something tender. Affectionate. His lips caressing mine in an unspoken message that’s everything my body needed and everything my heart feared.
Wrapping his strong arms around my waist, Axel collapses against the headboard, taking me with him so that I’m lying on his chest. His hands stroke my back, my neck, my face as his lips savor mine, breathing his strength into me as our heartbeats return to normal.
“Better?” he whispers against my lips, thumb brushing away a stray tear I didn’t realize had escaped.
I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.
Whereas my body is sated, there’s a flutter in my chest I don’t recognize. Something that’s never been there before. I’m terrified of what it means, especially since it’s far too soon for such a reaction.
Axel tightens his hold on me and gives me a soft, slow kiss that has me fighting to hold back an uncharacteristic sob. “Good. Now get some sleep.”
Though I can’t see how rest is possible, that’s exactly what I do, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep. Until a loud bang across the room startles me awake and I cry out into the dim morning light.
Chapter ten
Axel
“What the fuck?” I shout as the door slams against the wall, throwing the comforter over Lennon’s head out of instinct. “That camera better not be on.”
“Of course, it’s on. What’s the point of having it in my hand otherwise?” Trevor’s voice is full of mischief.
“Jace is gonna kill you when he finds out you have it, if I don’t kill you first.” The bed shifts as I sit up and check that the covers are fully shielding Lennon from view.
“He knows. He needs off-bike footage, and I said I’d take care of it since it’s raining and we can’t shoot outside today. So, who’s your friend?”
“Friend?” Nick pokes his head through the doorway. “Ah shit.”
“Aw, shit?” Trevor casts a sideways glance at Nick, turning off the camera when he starts to pick up on the tension in the room. “Why didn’t you tell me he had company?”
“I didn’t think he still did.” Nick aims a sheepish look my way. “That’s not…” he trails off as his eyes drop to the floor, realizing the hole he’d be digging for himself if he finishes that thought. Though truthfully, I’d cut him a little slack since he evidently didn’t tell everyone else who’s in my bed.
