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I barked out a laugh, and since when did that happen during sex?

“I can’t speak for them. Only for me,” I returned and nipped his lips. “Kiss me, goddamn it.”

Jace finally gave in, straddling my lap, mauling my lips. Tasting myself was sexy. Sexy and addictive. Just like the man in my arms.

His hard cock brushed against my abs and shit, he hadn’t come yet? This was another reason why I had a lousy track record in the bedroom. I was selfish.

Not that I wanted to be that way now.

I ran my hands down his neck, over his smooth back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tight, roughly, needing him closer. Needing him all over me. His chest teased my nipples, and he rubbed against me, rocking his hips, my cock half hard and getting harder. He shuddered and writhed, and I wanted to see him come. I wanted to taste him too.

“That’s it, Honey, come all over me,” I moaned, unable to stop the words from spilling out of my mouth.

Honey? God, I really was fucked up. That goddamn nickname was stuck in my head but apparently not in my mouth. I thought for sure Jace would laugh. Instead, he launchedhimself at me and ravaged my lips, making my eyes roll back in my head. We humped frantically, my back slamming against the wall, the sound loud, but our mutual groans even louder. He dug his hands into my shoulders and rode me, our cocks rubbing together, our sweat and the smell of cum intensifying.

I need more, I need more. I need…Jace.

“Fuck, Axel, fuck,” Jace chanted, rutting harder, his body undulating, straining close.

Not close enough. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the sharp scent of my cum combined with his sweat. So delicious. I licked and bit his shoulder, sucking hard, marking him as he jerked and shuddered. Holding on tighter, I wrapped him up in my arms, feeling protective and possessive all at once.

What the fuck was he doing to me?

“Come for me, please, please, come for me,” I begged, so far gone that I didn’t recognize myself.

“Axel!”

Jace’s hot cum lashed my skin and my cock jerked in response.

The first orgasm was intense. The second one totally ruined me.

Ripples and aftershocks rolled through my body, both of us a sticky, completely debauched mess.

I didn’t let go of Jace, though, loving the feel of his weight on me, and the smell of our sex. He didn’t seem keen to move either.

“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered. “What the hell was that?”

“You’re asking me?” I panted.

“You’re the only one here,” he quipped, kissing my neck the way I had his, the gesture making me clinch him hard again.

“I don’t know,” I paused and looked into his eyes.

I was so fucked.

“I really don’t know.”

CHAPTER 21

JACE

Iexpected Axel to bolt from my room before the cum dried between us. Or, when he caught his breath.

Whatever came first.

What did he do? He gave me a deep, dirty kiss, slapped my ass, and ordered me to get the shower started.

“Say what?” I huffed as I stared into his eyes.

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