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“Sit on my face.”

“Ngh.”

I lay down on the floor and crooked my finger at him.

“Come on, haul your hot hockey ass over here so I can suck your hole.”

Axel shuffled quickly, standing over me, offering me his ass. His legs shook as he slowly kneeled, his hairy thighs bracketing my head. I gripped his ass cheeks and spread them, sticking my tongue out, going directly for his tight hole.

“Oh God, oh fuck,” he whimpered as he pushed his ass onto my face, begging for more. “You play dirty, Jace.”

He didn’t know the half of it.

I bit back a chuckle as more of that musky, addictive taste hit me. I circled his hole, teasing the sensitive rim. I licked down,over his taint and back up again, pushing the tip of my tongue into his hole. He tasted so good, addictive. My cock pulsed hard and heavy again, precum leaking out of the tip, down my cock and balls.

“More,” Axel moaned. “Please, more. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

I continued to lick and suck on his hole, clamping his ass cheeks tight as his hips jerked in response.

“Use my cum to jerk yourself off,” I rasped.

Axel’s rough palm gripped my dick, and he started stroking me off. I nipped one of his ass cheeks in retaliation.

“I said you, not me,” I moaned, distracted.

He removed his hand from my cock, and I grunted in frustration. Me and my big mouth.

“Now your cum’s all over my cock, Jace,” Axel groaned. “I can’t…it’s so hot.”

His ass cheeks flexed and he jerked his hips faster, harder, his moans getting louder.

Jesus Christ, Axel was using my cum to get himself off. Never mind him, I wasn’t going to last at all. I licked his hole again, pushing my tongue inside of him, fucking him with it as he keened and shuddered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Axel chanted as he sat on my face and rode me. “Jace!”

My body locked up tight, pleasure spiraling out of control. I didn’t even need to touch myself or for Axel to touch me. I came hard, hands free, the orgasm crashing through my body, fierce and unrelenting.

Axel was right there with me, shouting my name, coming all over me.

He fell forward, collapsing on my legs for a moment, then rolling sideways. I was dizzy after two orgasms, and completely breathless. And when he crawled up my body, face to facethis time, that feeling intensified. Oh God, what the fuck was happening? He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed. Shock and tremors ran through my body when he leaned down and kissed me.

I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn’t expecting any of this.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who plays dirty.”

Two hours later, we lay facing each other, sprawled out on my bed, in a post-sex, post-nap, post-carb coma.

I’d ordered Axel into the shower while I ordered the food. I needed some distance. Space to think about what we’d done and why I wanted to do it again. My resolve to think of this as sex and only sex was wavering, hard, and I only had myself to blame. I should’ve known this had disaster written all over it. Fighting like Axel and I did, all that passion had to go somewhere. And, oddly enough, it wasn’t spent. In fact, it felt like just the beginning.

No. I wasn’t going to let myself be affected.

Draw a line and do it now. Time-out.

After eating, we both fell asleep and then woke up an hour later. We downed a couple of protein shakes and a gallon of water.

“We should make an appearance at the party crawl,” I suggested.

Axel reached out a hand and ran it through my hair, massaging my scalp. He was full of surprises. Surprisingly gentle for such a big, gruff guy. His touch was so good that I almost purred.

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