Page 60 of Play Maker

One taste wasn’t going to be nearly enough.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

His appreciative groan had me glancing up, his dark eyes glazed with lust. I turned my head and licked the base of his cock, tracing a long vein with my tongue, feeling his pulse jump, my own heart racing in time.

“Good?” I asked him as I continued to lick my way down his cock, noting the way his breath hitched, his muscles quaked, his cock jerked.

“Meh,” he croaked in a breathy whisper. “A blowjob’s just a…b-blowjob.”

Judging by his fumbled words, tense posture, and heated eyes, he was so full of shit. I let out a dirty laugh, determined to prove my point.

“I haven’t even started yet,” I replied smugly. “And you’ve never had your cock sucked by me before. Hold on to my hair. Or the wall. Either way, grab something, because your knees are about to give out. It’s your only warning.”

Axel shook his head.

“So fucking cocky,” he muttered, licking his lips, his eyes sparking fire.

“Damn right.”

I loved sucking dick. I leaned in, holding the base of his dick in one hand, and slid his cock into my mouth, inch by inch. And there were a lot of inches. Axel smelled amazing but he tasted even better. I swallowed, taking him down, down, deeper, until my throat was stuffed full of his fat dick.

“What the fuck?” he groaned loudly and gripped my hair like he was reaching for a lifeline.

I’d have a sore throat tomorrow, but it would be worth it. Giving head was such a rush.

When I hummed my pleasure, Axel’s cock pulsed in my mouth. My cock jerked hard in response, and I wanted to touch myself, but that would have to wait. First, I was going to suckall that strain and stress from his body. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun and tease him while doing it.

I popped off his dick and leaned back on my heels.

“Had enough already?” I quipped and licked my swollen lips.

His answering glare made my cock even harder.

“Suck my dick,” he growled.

His husky demand made me laugh again, lighting up every pleasure point in my body. He was still holding tight to my hair and looking down at me with a fierce gaze.

I wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss me again or shove me away for good.

He tugged my hair, pulling me in closer, and I got my answer, leaning in and swallowing him down again. He grunted and swore, and then I hummed again and he lost it.

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpered. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jace. No one’s ever…shit.”

The sounds he made, filthy and provocative, had my own cock leaking furiously. But the only thing I needed was to watch Axel fall apart. My orgasm could wait.

I kept licking and sucking, taking him deep, until I was sure I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. But what a way to go…

“Don’t—” Axel whimpered.

What? Did he change his mind?

“Don’t stop,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Yes, fuck yes.Goosebumps popped up all over my skin. I sucked harder, my eyes watering, saliva slipping out of the corners of my mouth. I was a man possessed, cradling his balls with my hand while I took him deep down my throat, so deep I’d probably be unable to speak for days, never mind tomorrow.

“Jace…you…oh God,” Axel roared, punching his hips forward, his hands taking control of my head. “Motherfucker, I’m going to come.”

I moaned, the sound muffled by his dick.

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