Page 87 of Play Maker

“I’m good if you are.”

“I want to come in your ass. I want to mark what’s mine.”

“Oh God, Axel.”

I nearly screamed when his fingers left my ass, because I was so damn empty. But not for long. Axel fumbled with the lube and while he slicked up his cock, I reached for him again, taking his lips, needing his kiss like I needed air.

“Ready?” he asked me.

I nodded, and he notched his dick to my hole.

I leaned back, taking him in, inch by inch, the pleasure-pain so intense I cried out his name. His fingers dug into my hips, hard, unrelenting. Just like his cock. My thighs trembled as I slowly sat down, until he was all the way inside me, and I was seated on his lap.

Nothing between us, and nowhere to hide.

“Oh God, yes,” his strangled moan had me shivering. “I need…I need this. I need…you.”

Face to face, this kind of fucking was intimate. Axel stared into my eyes with a look I couldn’t quite believe. There was shock and pleasure and want all at once. I’m sure I wore the same expression because I felt all those things; like lightning striking me over and over, with every breath, every moan, and every movement.

I levered up and down, slowly at first, fucking myself on him. When his cock hit my prostate, I shuddered in his arms. He slid one big hand up my back, taking hold of my neck and pulling me in for a frantic kiss as we rutted against each other.

“Give it to me. Just like that,” I moaned. “Axel.”

“You want my cum?” he growled.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Then take what’s yours.”

Axel

Jace rode me, hard, and I met him stroke for stroke, fucking into him in a frenzy, the mattress squeaking, the bed frame banging against the wall. My bare cock in his hot, tight ass was…I couldn’t even think, let alone speak.

Unless it was dirty words and then they all came tumbling out of me.

“More, I need more,” I whispered as I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks. “Gonna fill up this sweet ass with my cum. I’m the one inside you. Me. Only me.”

“Yes, Ax. Fuck.”

Jace’s knees dug into the mattress as he rocked his hips, riding me like a man possessed.

If he was, so was I.

“That’s right,” I moaned. “Taking my cock so good, Honey. So good.”

“Ax.” He threw his head back. “Baby.”

Jace calling me ‘baby’ had my balls drawing up tight. I licked a path along his neck, loving the musky taste of his sweat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed, remembering how amazing it felt when he deep throated my cock. My lips tingled as I moved up to his jaw, the rough scruff teasing my skin. And then his lips. Those wicked fucking lips. Everything about sex with Jace was different. Intense. Primal. Passionate.

It was everything I wanted, even though I didn’t know I could ever want this much.

The two of us were racing, but this time, towards each other. There was no competition.

Both of us were going to win and win big.

I slammed one hand on the mattress for greater leverage and pumped my hips hard, matching Jace’s frantic rhythm as we grinded together, so close and yet, not close enough. My other hand snuck around his hip, reaching for his dick. I spat in my shaky hand and started stroking him the way I liked to get off. I had no idea if I was making it good for him, I just let my instincts guide me.

When he cried out my name and murmured encouraging words, I figured my rookie moves were enough. And then heleaned back and suddenly, my cock was even deeper inside of him. Fucking hell.

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