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“You’re not hurting me in the sense you think,” he rasped. “Now, stroke my cock, Hardcore.”
At his command, I moved my hand up and down, keeping my grip tight. His skin was velvety soft, and when I reached his head, more moisture pooled, and I smeared it around the tip. “You’re wet, too,” I said.
“Very,” he growled, and he yanked his shorts and underwear down, and I saw—yes, saw—exactly what he was packing. His cock was long and thick, and his dusky skin twitched beneath my fingers. “Keep moving your hand.”
I slid it down to the base and back up to the head of his tip. Then again and again until I started to hit a steady rhythm. His forehead dropped down, touching mine, and his breathing grew more labored with each pass.
“Like this?” I sounded breathy, too.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Just like that.”
As I kept a steady tempo, it seemed he grew harder and bigger in my hand. With each stroke, I could feel the friction of the hairs on his pelvis as his dick twitched closer to his stomach. “Cup my balls with your other hand.” He sounded as if he were in pain, and I tentatively reached down with my other hand and caressed the soft skin of his balls that were heavy in my palm. He clenched my other hand and yanked my hand up and down in a faster motion.
A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, and his hips rolled into me, powerful, demanding, a hungry beast that was barely restrained. I could feel his need, the insatiable craving as more of his wetness trailed down his cock, making my hand slicker as I continued to pump up and down, desperate to drive him to the brink as he did me.
“Fuck. I’m about to come,” he growled out a warning, squeezing my hand in a death grip. Suddenly, his dick jerked furiously in my palm. He grunted as thick ropes of of milky fluid landed on his stomach. He continued to pulse several more times with his damp forehead pressed against mine. When I glanced at him, his eyes were closed, and he exhaled heavily as if he’d just finished a strenuous workout.
After a few silent moments, he opened his eyes and peered down between us. His hand still holding mine, clenching his base. His cock wasn’t as hard but still impressive. Chuckling softly, he released my hand and said, “Damn, I made a mess, didn’t I?”
Now that the high of my orgasm had subsided, I felt my body heat in awkwardness as I realized I was standing there semi-naked and had just jerked him off. I dropped my hand. Axel didn’t seem too bothered, and he bent down and collected his shirt, and started wiping my hand before he wiped himself. “Help yourself to the bathroom.”
Wrapping my arm over my breasts, I picked up my discarded clothes. “Thanks,” I said awkwardly. He seemed like he was going to say more, but I made my way to his bathroom to clean up. As I dressed and washed my hands, I realized something after now receiving my third orgasm from him. We hadn’t even kissed.
Natalie
“So, what exactly was that yesterday?” Lizzie asked, looking up from her script as I sat down on my bed across from hers in our dorm room. I’d just come back from my last class of the day.
“What do you mean?”
“Girl, please. Don’t insult my intelligence. You and Axel.”
“Oh, that.” I schooled my features and stared down at my blunt nails, studying the ones that were chipped and thinned on the edges. I had shitty nails. I probably should take more vitamin B. “We’re working on a project.”
She snorted. “Must be some project if he had to basically apprehend you at a sandwich shop and whisk you away like a kidnapper.”
I shrugged. “What can I say? He takes his college work very seriously.”
My phone buzzed.
Axel:Dinner and a movie tonight?
Me:Is this our date night for the week?
Axel:If you want to call it a date night, be my guest. I already told you there were no limits on how many dates we have.
I bit back a smile and started typing.
Me:Okay. I guess I can pencil you in tonight.
Axel:That’s right. You better keep that calendar open for me.
Me:Such a demanding boyfriend.
Axel:I’m not demanding. I asked first, didn’t I? I’ll pick you up at 7:00.
I gave his text a thumbs-up.
“Another discussion about your project?”
