Page 84 of The Saviors: Part One
Axel pulls back to look at my face. His eyes are endless pools of black, and they’re entirely focused on me. He grabs my hand and pulls until I slide off the counter, then drags me toward the stairs. We cross into his room, and he doesn’t even stop to shut the door, just pulls me down onto the bed.
He stretches his body over mine and starts kissing my neck again. He’s so much bigger than me, and it’s something I’ve realized that I like. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
I push his head back. “What? Of course, I know that. Why would you ask that?”
“Because you seem nervous, and I just need you to know that if you don't want this, I’m not going to be mad.”
I laugh. “I’m nervous because I’ve thought about this for months. Now that it’s happening, I don’t know what to do.”
“Just do what you’re doing,” Axel says softly. His hands slide under my shirt, and I lift so he can pull it the rest of the way off. I feel self-conscious next to him. His body is solid muscle, and like I told him in the gym, I’m a soft computer nerd. I didn’t start working out until I started hanging out with them, and even though I can tell the difference, it’s nothing compared to him. “You have an advantage over me. You’ve been with a guy before, I haven’t.”
“Same principle. Put your dick in the hole,” I joke, trying to swallow my earlier thoughts.
Axel drops his face against my neck with a groan. “Will you be serious for a second?”
“I am being serious. Do you need me to show you how? Because I can.” His lips start moving on my neck, and then I feel his teeth sink into the skin. “Are you leaving a hickey?”
He licks over the spot. “You don’t want to wear my marks, Naughty boy?” He does it again where my neck meets my shoulder. “Because I like how they look on your pretty skin.”Holy fucking shit!He starts kissing down my chest, making sure he leaves another mark on my pec. His hands hook in my shorts, and he starts working them down my hips as he continues to kiss down my stomach. He sits back and pulls them the rest of the way off, making my cock slap my stomach.
He jumps from the bed, shoves his shorts off, and crawls back between my legs. He knocks them together and moves up until he’s straddling my thighs. Axel wraps a hand around my cock, and my back bows off the bed.I’m never going to survive this.“Shit,” I grunt when he strokes me hard. He keeps going until my hips are raising, chasing his hand. Axel’s eyes never leave my face, and it’s unnerving. It’s like he’s waiting for me to change my mind.Not going to happen.I reach for his cock, and he knocks my hand away. “Please let me touch you.”
“If you touch me now, I’m going to explode.” His shoulders are tight, and his cock is hard, throbbing between his thighs, pre-cum leaking from the tip. He moves back and leans down, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock.
“Axel,” I moan, and his eyes shut.
“Do that again,” he says gruffly. He licks around the head again, and my cock jerks in his hand.
“Axel.”
“Goddamn,” he rasps. “You make delicious noises, Naughty boy. I wonder what you’ll sound like with my cock in your ass.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he sucks my cock into his mouth. I can feel him trying to figure out what I like, and when he does, he doesn’t let up. My breath is sawing in and out, and my hand is sliding through his hair.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come,” I groan.
His mouth pops off, still swirling his hand around the base. “That’s the plan, but I want to be inside you when you do.” He leans over and digs through the bedside table. I take advantage of his distraction and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s thick and long; even seeing that and knowing it’s going to burn like a motherfucker, I’m ready. He groans deep in his chest and starts searching faster. Knowing that he’s desperate for me is making me bold. I rub my thumb across the head of his dick, capturing the pre-cum. His eyes snap to mine when I suck my thumb into my mouth. “Fucking hell.” He knocks my legs back apart, brandishing lube in front of him. He sits back on his heels. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
My heart sinks, and I shake my head. “No.”
“I’m sure Sean or Cole do.” A weird look crosses his face. “Unless you don’t want me to wear one. I’m clean.”
“I am, too,” I croak. I’m so fucking turned on by the thought of feeling him bare that my voice sounds like I’m going through puberty all over again. “Don’t wear one.”
He growls under his breath, flips open the lid, and squirts it onto his fingers. I go to turn over on my hands and knees, and he grabs my hip to stop me. “What are you doing?”
“In my experience, guys who aren’t sure whether they like guys or not prefer you on your hands and knees so they can pretend you aren’t a man.” It’s fucked up, but it’s what I’ve dealt with. Coming from a community like mine, there are a lot of guys in the closet. I was openly bisexual, so I was used as an experiment more than once.
His face softens, and he braces one hand beside my head. “I am one hundred percent sure that I’m okay with you being a man. I want to see your face so that I know that I’m making you feel good.” He slides his hand between my ass cheeks. “I want to see your cock leaking for me all over your stomach.” He teases my back hole with his finger. “I want full access to those full lips.” He pushes his fingers forward. “And I’m going to hunt down every motherfucker who made you feel you had to hide and kill them.” With that, he pushes two fingers inside me.
“Oh fuck. Axel,” I moan.
He kisses me hard. “There’s that noise again.” He starts working his hand faster, and when he drags across my prostate, I moan again, causing him to shudder. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”
“Please. Fuck, please.”
“I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready. More than ready, Axel.”
“No rush, Naughty boy. I plan on spending all day exploring you.” He starts scissoring his fingers apart, stretching me for him.
